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You Know What We Bout (feat. Jay-Z & Master P)

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Yo, Silkk

What up?

Tell Jigga we need 4 apples

2 bananas and 5 oranges

You sure?Nigga, he know what I'm talkin' 'bout

Aight, I'll get him on the phone

From my block to yo block, nigga

The world belongs to who?The world belongs to us

You can do what you wanna do

What you gon do? Huh? What?The streets belong to us

You can do what you wanna do

What you gon do? Huh? What?Yo, from the South to the East nigga

From the streets to the burbs

I fuck wit that when they talk

The speech just be slurredYou know me Mr. Got dough, Mr. Got flow

Couldn't figure our out which one wanted both of 'em so

Mr. Got both if you hate me stop, if you jealous

Silkk the Shock, Jigga, No Limit, Master P, Roc-A-FellaUsed to cop bricks for 30, now I do nothin'

But sit back and drop hits, ya heard me?

I ain't nothin' but a thug that got rich ya heard me

Drop the top when it's hot and come and shop in JerseyYou know what I did, you know how I come?

You wouldn't even think about testin' me

Dog if you know what I done, didn't change a bit

I'm still thuggish, still thuggin'Niggaz ask, how much money I got

Do math you know how to add? I'm P little brother

Shit, I can't tell y'all nothin' I gotta show y'all

Real in this, I'm as real as it gets I told y'allYo, I sleep thru the rain, sleep thru the pain

Would have knew about me but you don't

'Cause know why? 'Cause you was sleep when I came

But I'm here now, y'all suckas fear nowLook, plan on bein' on top, don't stop

Plan on bein' hot year round, I don't do it for no love

I do it for the thugs, do it for my block

Do it for the VIP spots in the clubIt's hard to stop this life

Like it's hard to call cocked dice

We ain't nothin' but some bout it

'Bout it niggaz that live the hard knock lifeFrom my block to yo block, it's a sho' shot

We out the door, out the most and the flow don't stop

You know what we do, you know what we 'bout?

You know what we do, you know what we 'bout?From my block to yo block, it's a sho' shot

We out the door, out the most and the flow don't stop

From the ghetto to the suburbs, from Marcy to the 3rd

You know what we do when we come thru, ya heard?In the South nigga, deep in the four door watchin'

That old dog or in the club nigga, shakin' them hoes off

Poppin' my foes off ain't nothin' changed or catch me on the block

With thugs knockin' the o's offBaggin' that 'dro nigga, stackin' that dough

Clappin' at foes and I'm laughin' at hoes

Holdin' them dice and I'm breakin' yo bank

You see the shit Roc-A-Fella make wit The TankEven without the airplay platinum off of hearsay

It's your year Jay get off my dick

Been my year, you talkin' to a winner here

Iceberg winter's wear, linen chairMy style in fact, money ain't come from rap

And we can take it right back if it comes to that

Block or billboard, you gotta feel dog

I stay real y'all, that's how I kill y'allFrom my block to yo block, it's a sho' shot

We out the door, out the most and the flow don't stop

You know what we do, you know what we 'bout?

You know what we do, you know what we 'bout?From my block to yo block, it's a sho' shot

We out the door, out the most and the flow don't stop

From the ghetto to the suburbs, from Marcy to the 3rd

You know what we do when we come thru, ya heard?I used to rap, now b-ball's my life

Move that house on the lake for the kids and wife

Check the bank account, it's seven figures

Who that Rolls in the video for, it's mines, nigga?I got game, ask the players in the pro's

Who got shot, it ain't my fault

(Ohh, it ain't my fault)

He owed me dough, independent, black-owned, my world, my country

No Limit and Roc-A-Fella run this like drug moneySo can I get a huh, huh? A what, what?

Pass the weed cause soldiers like to puff, puff

From the South to the East, baby, baby

A couple of ungh's now they gotta pay meAnd flip bricks with ghetto chicks with no dicks

And nine's with no clips and sides wit no chips

Come fast or slow from cheddar to dough

Master P, Silkk the Shocker, Jay-Z the rowdiest niggaz you knowFrom my block to yo block, it's a sho' shot

We out the door, out the most and the flow don't stop

You know what we do, you know what we 'bout?

You know what we do, you know what we 'bout?From my block to yo block, it's a sho' shot

We out the door, out the most and the flow don't stop

From the ghetto to the suburbs, from Marcy to the 3rd

You know what we do when we come thru, ya heard?Get ya money dog, get ya money y'all

Get ya money dog, get ya money y'all

Get ya money dog, get ya money y'all

Get ya, get ya money do, get ya, get yaFrom the South to the Midwest

To the East to the West whatever

Y'all get y'all money y'all

From my block to yo block, it just don't stop

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