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come to the t'cha

Push up ya han-ds, if you out here gettin paid
Push up ya han-ds, if you don't have AIDS, biddi-by-by
Push up ya han-ds, if you
It's Cha Cha, Noontime
Shekspere, Nine-nine

What cha want to, what cha want to
What cha want to do
What cha want to yeah
What cha want to,
It's Cha Cha, Noontime
Shekspere, Nine-nine

What cha want to, what cha want to
What cha want to do
What cha want to yeah
What cha want to,
Hmm, you tryin'a get some good fame ain't cha?
Hmm, you tryin'a slang in the rain ain't cha?
Hmm, you tryin'a save for the Range ain't cha?
Hmm,
to the cash on "E"
Then the hash and the cat and a bag is on me
Yeah right!
My bear hugs air tight
New Yorkers no no turning on a red light
Me against 40
Chorus x3
I keep on havin' these flashes
Murder by the masses
Sick off human ashes
Hatas passion

(DJ Paul)
We motherfuckin' whole mothas
Glock
this out

[E-40]
Raised in the heart of the ghetto, dipping and dodging the metro
Pitching the ? and coke that's what I use to pedal
Heavy metal,
want to move in with cha
I gots no fame, I gots no wealth
So I whined up dancin by my God damn self
But I pay my money, just like you
And baby I'ma do
At least you was invited by the biggots
The motherfuckers told me to buy a ticket
To the phoney ass ceremony
Fuck oscar, emmy, and tony
Cause when it comes
so why you mad at us? (Word)
By-stand, I'm in the world fox-trottin
gettin my Fred Astaire on, follow my lead girl

Me and you come over, we
do it
ain't starvin' like Marvin and won't see no roach
When ya chill wit the rich folks in the hood
Ya sittin' on leather watchin' big screens
Bought by
was gon' pull it up now, did cha?
Besides, dat's my lil' hommie pullin' dat trigga
I hit the mall by my self, the hood by my self
When I'm in L.A. I
turnin' on a redlight 
Me against forty of you? I fear a fight 
Microphones get took you shook wear a 'blight' 

[Chorus] 
You don't got no wins in Mi
50 shots flyin', fly
Nigga, you want beef with I?
I hope you lyin', but why?
In the middle of tha night, I be fatigued, camouflagin' by
Huh? Nigga,
Gangster Red, whats up yo?
It's a Tribe thing

Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente
See a gang, no there ain't no jugete
Rollin like
Gangster Red, whats up yo?
It's a Tribe thing

Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente
See a gang, no there ain't no jugete
Rollin like
Crabs, I'm followed by a camp like John Cougar
Mellen, tell them punks I put a swellin, for the lords split'cha
I kick tails that tips scales on the ricter
crowds gettin' smashed by da barracades.Red
an Blue be muggin' on both side 3-Ward niggas talkin' bout take it out side.An
them muthafuckin' GD's they got
to strangers
Bang wit glocks, bang wit 40s, and hammers
Glocks dat don't jam a bandanna I'm banannas
T.v. cameras damn he got damned em
Trick off wit dimes, I
what'cha gotta do, respectable or not. It takes one to know one I've learned. I did it to myself and now I got burned. Guilt by association is my crime. It
picks to choose it
We get cha if we gotta
Wig split cha if we gotta
I know you ain't got word that B.G.'s a rider
So keep it on the D.L
If you got keys
The forty motherfuckin dollars on my books, nigga
I'm not an MC, I'm not a G
I mean I'm A-to-fuckin-Z and everything in between
Rappers like gangbangin cos
no competition y'all a couple of tens
And then they say Kellz tell us what 'cha wanna do
Well I'm about to double up with you and you

[Chorus:]
I'ma muthafuckin Hillwood cowboy
5 40 ass raised Mr. C. Coy
A.k.a. El Coyote
Creepin' slow through the monte
Peace to my niggas in the grave
verse
Wanna talk business what's in the purse
Am I gon' die won't get murked
Who hotter than me nobody sir

[Chorus:Repeat x2]

Bet 'cha can't name