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Wha' What Wha' What

Pras

Ghetto Supastar

1998

triples please circle the violence 

Let me abolish this sh... like Nat Turner 
Drop by Tom Warner, peace to my crooked cop killers 
with the six

block
Take the keys to yo city but I still picked the locks
Buy a car and a glock put the cash in my socks
put the beat in the trunk so ya hear the shit

plenty drums. I can't go no where with out my sticks
Put em down cause we heard he asking what we bout
I got eyes and ears everywhere, gone die by word

half it wit white 

Remix that shit then you break out the ice

Work ya wrist gotta make sure it's tight

Junkie see the diamonds on my wrist

While I

setup by his bitch
Your time's up
I'm 'bout to air the whole switch
You find us, she'll probably be on my dick
If crime pays, lil' nigga never did shit

bro getting older so I gotta pass the knowledge
Bitches hit my jack but I know they pocket watchin
Cruise down the block, scope da scene windows tinted

Yeah... (the mighty Thor!) yeah
It's that ninety five chef shit
The remix
Don blake the great
Rob de niro typa shit
Mafioso's manual
My mind feeling

Walk you through my mind, I paint a paranoid pic
Show you paramount mountain my panic room sick
Drippin' in padded walls, this was my greatest fear
And I

Look
ETURNUL
Eturnul Remix
E T U R N U L
Let go
E T U R N U L
I’m fighting my way to heaven
I ain’t trying to go to hell
Endure
Truth
Understand

that
Scream Skoden at my foes and laugh
Snotty Rez Nose Kids smoke a track
And I'll remix that with a Creed
That I step with a Blackfoot on the scene

Shorty said I'm heartless, yea you right
She said I don't text quick, yea you right
I just want the neck bitch, that's what I like
12 always on my

my shine on, switch my time zones
Heard that it pays, so I get my crime on
Blick got a switch, when it hit, do a remix, bring it Back
Loan shells, boy,

use her for the sex
How she grinding on my lap
Makes me feel crazy in my head
All she do is throw it back bitch
Pulling glock on the block but
Shooting

theres no stop in dyin' (No, no, no)
Picture me passing my chain, or getting smacked by a lame
That's like runnin' up on Father Zeek, and Matches Lane
It

round and round
Got that shit lookin like a fan
And i call my ting dijonay
Cause she'll never get sticky she'll never jam
See the drip by the pool 
Jumped

of gems and had to learn that shit the hard way
Impulsive emotions, always striking in broad day
Taught me how to get my money, learn to block my feelings

him
Swear on these girls this is more than Grim
This must be love by the way you under my skin
I don’t know
I don’t know how to feel right now
Cause

block
Take the keys to yo city but I still picked the locks
Buy a car and a glock put the cash in my socks
Put the beat in the trunk so ya hear the shit

I'm Landing

Tinchy Stryder

Catch 22

2009

my thing,
Stop trying to block up my road up, I can switch my lanes,
In my face they're smiling up,
Behind my back they're lining up,
The day I dig

I'm down to kick it take a sample flip it
Gifted Youngstaz switch it now we got a remix kitchen
Change the beat change your mind like I'm Zecharia

on
Treeshes
New York the city
We stay scheming

Since i was younging
I was getting my feet wet
No regrets I was getting
Chased by the precinct
Took 3 steps I

down the block and felt my stomach turn to knots
Green means go, but red means stop
Blood on the body but we defund all the cops
Who is there to call

Produce beats like Metro Boomin, when I pass the blunt it's fumin
Hit a drive-by in my Subaru Baja, gunnin down the opps while I'm laughing like haha
Glock

Relapse
Playin wit my gangsta, we gon leave em Radames
We heard that you play the fence, play wit me, ya saga end
Really kick it in the field, boy,