U.P.-T.I.G.H.T. - What Would You Do? lyrics

[Intro: Six2] Number 1's, and Mr. Two Face, b**h k**a You know I've been known to get beside myself at times [Verse 1: Six2] It was a cold dark stormy night, similar to this one The city stood still, and he was dressed to k** Sportin' dickeys, and in Hi-Tec boots, picture that Plus he muggin' the mean way, in the green bay, starter jacket and hat What's goin' on in the city after dark, you never know let the story unfold One of these lost souls was a female (whats up?) Let me tell what had happened, drop the low down by detail The b**h wore the game out, simple as that I guess ya'll still don't know that you can't trust no ho I'm crawlin' down berry, made a right on miller What was it, 1996 when Two Face became the b**h k**a? That's around the time I straight said f** it Last night on the news, they say a b**h was abducted The ho' was found duct taped, that I know They s**ually abused her, and cut her thoroughly [Hook 1: Six2 & U.P.-T.I.G.H.T.] What would you do, if two face came to pop ya? (the heat of the moment) Number one component, pain got ya, (the police can't stop ya) The church can't either, D-O-N Fort Worth, that's where I leave ya What would you do, if two face came to pop ya? (the heat of the moment) Number one component, pain got ya, (the police can't stop ya) The church can't either, in the streets of 8-1-G, is where I leave ya [Verse 2: U.P.-T.I.G.H.T.] I went to school wit' him, shot pool wit' him, acted a fool wit him Drunk a brew wit' him, who'd ever know that I'd be losin' him? Never hung around with street thugs, or sold d** Still he caught 3 or 4 slugs, and landed in the mud Face down, his mother came I seen her breakdown From kilos, to OG's, when bullets hit the sleeve Of his jacket, super magnetic, I'm never gone forget it The pain embedded, retaliation is not suggested Parental advisory, I want my mood the child provide me Took him inside, ambulance arrived to get his body Jumped in the 88, travelin' doin' 95 or better Time to recover his Beretta, slipped in my sweater Down to do whatever, buffalo soldier Leather seats in the Oldsmobile feel like a sofa Gun in my jeans, like they the holster Comin' close to mental malfunction, continue punchin' the gas Wonderin' today is gone be his last Don't even ask if I'm mad, got a ski mask, in my overnight bag Underneath the pump, in case I need to dump Rather beat the punk with bare hands Aggravated glossy eyed, I'm on the highway in a trance Hit the service road, runnin' through lights, like they were all green The thought of him in a pine box was all I seen Was it over green or a case of mistaken identity Either way now they my enemies, I cut the car [Hook 2: U.P.-T.I.G.H.T. & Six2] What would you do if someone shot ya main partner, (the heat of the moment) Number one component, pain got ya, (the police can't stop ya) The church can't either, puttin' in work for Dallas streets, is how I leave ya What would you do if someone shot ya main partner, (the heat of the moment) Number one component, pain got ya, (the police can't stop ya) The church can't either, puttin' in work for 2-1-dope, is how I leave ya [Verse 3: Six2] Stepped out my house, stopped short, oh no Solid black rag, wrapped around a .44 Had a money situation with a fool next door Disfigured his face and left him dead at the front door Won't hesitate, to annihilate a punk ho' Got to get ghost and regroup in Acapulco Police got leads, but they really not fo' shot though Suspect was last seen in como, showin' out You shoulda seen him in his .44 Glock Had his, enemies nervous, beggin' please don't serve us In situations like these, I've been known to show out He got his chestplate blowed out… Easily I approach You sittin' like jack mask, go ballistic on yo b**h a** Ya'll hoes ain't ready for two face Been down since day uno, and ready to catch a case Aggravated armed robbery is the plan No need for skizzin', cause the clock keeps tickin' So whats some aggravated sh** without a pistol in it The police say the suspects have not been apprehended [Hook 1: Six2 & U.P.-T.I.G.H.T.] What would you do, if two face came to pop ya? (The heat of the moment) Number one component, pain got ya, (the police can't stop ya) The church can't either, D-O-N Fort Worth, that's where I leave ya What would you do, if two face came to pop ya? (The heat of the moment) Number one component, pain got ya, (the police can't stop ya) The church can't either, in the streets of 8-1-G, is where I leave ya