What
Yo yo yo yo yo yo
Ha ha
It ain`t over baby
It dont stop like dat dat dat datdat dat
Wah-kump
Dat datdat dat
Wah-kump, wah-kump
Dat dat dat datdat dat
Wah-kump
Come on
One question:
Who be the thug that yall love most?
Or give a toast to this freestyle drug dose
The thug muscle
So whistle if you hear clear
Gon` get you close and yous a dead man like last year
See most fear
The marvelous, alias
You dare discuss and get yo muthafuckin head crushed
These slugs bust the most wanted when they just appointed
I stomp dogs and leave em froze because you know you fronted
Too many MC`s not clearly on this hype tip
I`ll fuck yo mic and catch you later on some snipe shit
extended clips I represent because my thugs trip
Easy boy, I`m stompin corners where them drugs flip
Ali Baba snakin lakin trustin north shit
You catch a grip or leave a don to climb the night hits
It`s mob official
You test I`ll leave you knock-knissued
Bandaged up like a snitch cuz I ain`t fuckin with you
Straight up, we bringin` it
What y`all, huh huh, V-A
Know about this
What y`all in Hampton, huh huh
Know about this
What y`all in p-town
Know about this
What y`All in Hoviay
Know about this
Check it out
I`m ya p-town hit man
I`ll make ya shit man
Pay my stick man to do my dirt
I`m filthy rich man
My thugs always hang around the top dog of all dogs
Make em pick locks and spit glocks until you shit rocks
I told you that I`m project strong
You took me wrong and learned that thorough cats don`t last long
Alias the Don
I leave it messy like I`m Joseph Pesci
don`t fuck around, you ever test me and you`ll have to wet me
I`m ghetto fabulous
the mob crush the Lord just, never be discussed
When there`s dirt involved, niggas leave the mouth closed to hush
I rush club scenes like, What?
Always carryin the bust
The reason why, these niggas that ruck ain`t had enough
I hate to peel ya cabbage back, or bitch-slap
Cuz otherwise you wouldn`t quit that, to kidnap
So what I`m sayin is, everybody`s real within the game
Alias be the fame, so you don`t know my name, NIGGA WHAT
What y`all V-A
know about this
What y`all in Hampton, what
Know about this
What y`all in Nomo
Know about this
What y`ll in Chesapeake
Know about this
Bring it boy
See I told y`all motherfuckers that my clique roll deep
AK`s and street sweeps gunnin down in ya peeps
44`s and Calico, Pretty Ricky and Low
Thugs know
The real on how I let shit go
But if it`s real, my niggas hold a forty and fill
Mass grills, body armor, niggas trained to kill
I`m at the point of no return, so I let shells spill
Vinny Rush, Crazy JJ and Mush must chill
And Killa K and Johnny Hesh steady aimin that steel
Shit`s for real, my nigga P and Mike might peel
They get the gats and crazy stuff my brother love the ghetto tugs
and set on top of niggas what let`s straight wet the party up
ESP was in the cut my rootin black, pull it up
Is that enough?
Y`all niggas still fail to call my bluff?
And yet I told you, when left back cain`t nobody knows you
I suppose you
Woulda kept your mouth closed like I told you
