Ultra - Wyld in da Club lyrics

[Intro: P.C.] Don't take it per-son-al.. it's only mu-sic Holla at me.. yo! Yo! Ice Water! Yo.. yo [P.C.] Try me, P.C.'ll put a clip in a n***a f** a hole, my bullets'll dig a ditch in a n***a Listen, I've been reppin', only pack big weapons One shot to the stomach, you missin' ya midsection I'm off the wall, dog, I could off ya balls Stick his a** to the rooftop, toss 'em off Hit the Ave with the rooftop off the porch I get money cuz it costs to floss, n***a you feelin' me? And if not then f** what you gotta deal with me I've only been here for a minute but haters wanna get rid of me P.C. creep with at least three heats And a shotgun stashed underneath the backseats [Stumic] n***as actin' like you don't feel a draft You seen ya man? Tell him I'ma k** his a** And I don't, wanna talk I want a mill in cash I come through 'tards sh**tin', lookin' ill in the past Cuz it's the, Ice Water, don't get it confused And one false move'll cause me to spit at you dudes It's Stumic, motherf**er and I'm pickin' ya food And ain't no one out you know that my n***as'll do you Let's spit on 'em, rush these n***as And crush several f**in', will leave a dent out ya liver Only kid in the hood with a mustard ninja Heard you broke down good, well I f**ed ya sister [Chorus 2X: Stumic] Eh yo we Wyld in Da Club, style in the club This is for my n***as gettin' down in the club At the bar throwin' down rounds in the club Talk slick and get the four pound in ya mug [Break: Polite singing] Yo I keep my gun on me, what the f** y'all want from me? Y'all touch my property somebody gon' die, uh-huh This ain't no joke, it's for real My n***as they totin' they steel All it takes a phone call and they ready to ride Get ready to die [Polite] Eh yo the cards are dealt, the words are spoken n***a, welcome to the Hell, the gates is open (uh-huh) Gatekeeper, first degree murder through the speaker Who deep enough to flow with the reaper? Stuck in the middle, I spit a little riddle Leavin' n***as crippled, my n***as ball 'em like Kerry Kittles You n***as makin' it hard, it's really kinda simple If a n***a gotta pull it out I'm puttin' it in ya temple [Ultra] Official I do this, rude maneuver I use the Rugers to keep the bullets movin' through ya Weak anatomy, f** the small talk and flattery Ya power is weak, to beef you need much more batteries Keep it genetic, or dead it, Ice Water Inc. we said it Whoever so-called did it or said it, promote it and spread it Fake it or front it, get ambushed and confronted With slugs in ya head, back, chest and stomach n***as don't want it or ask for it, so we give it to 'em Dead in the club and let them things spit and rip through 'em dead in the club Is you gon' f** around and be the n***a dead in the club? (Yeah? Uh-huh..) [Chorus 2X] [Raekwon] Egyptian look, gazelles on, L's lit, this how it's goin' down Ski mask, Chanel sh**, move like a terrorist click Nineteen eighties babies, worldwide, ya girl on our dick All you know is Rae look good, he hood Envision the flips, I make money like them n***as who take money Fresh out the can, Duran look, Astro van The ill Castro, rap Son of Sam More Rugers, more bow and arrows Still no losers, forty five dollars ahead Go at n***as shootin' lyrical leads Stop absorbin, break sh**, knock that gay sh** out ya head [Chorus 2X]