So What U Sayin'

Lyrics for So What U Sayin'

MJ fucking G, and I'll still be your fucking victim Snipped 'em, thangs into the air and then I picked them Punks who thought that they could catch me on the creep tip Three slipped quickly when I unloaded my nine clip As I tipped slowly to my motherfucking Lexus, next is Trouble for a nigga down in Texas, check this Police pull me over on the highway, why they Jacked me up, I don't know, so I act and I stay Heartless towards the motherfucking system, kicked 'em Devils out the office, then I tricked them suckers Crackers must have thought I was a cookie, rookie Cop got dropped when he took the notion That he could fuck with me, it was a dream, a pump up Something in his head made him run up, son of A Klans member, really got me fucked up, plus us Black folks ain't going for their tough stuff, nigga So what you saying? Money (Oh, so much money) And bitches (And bitches, baby) Candy paint (Candy paint) And switches (Switches, baby) Top let down (Ooh) And I'm sky high (And I'm sky high, baby) So what you saying, nigga? I'ma get by Hell yeah, a real nigga straight from the streets of the Mound With nappy hair and gold teeth shining under my crown And I must pack the fat bud sack And my gat for the niggas who don't know how to act Fuck that, gotta be a rebel in the '94 Hell is waiting for me, but I refuse to go Cops try to treat me just like Rodney Pull a nigga over, but they did not see the Uzi What must I do? Should I blast on the 5-0? Then I'll be another black man on death row Sitting in my cell asking God for forgiveness God will forgive me, but crackers won't forgive this Black nigga taught to kill by the white man Television got me wanting to live like the white man So I take a look around my neighborhood Liquor stores and pawn shops covering every fucking block Money (Oh, so much money) And bitches (Plenty of bitches) Candy paint (Look at my paint job) And switches (Switches) Top let down (Ooh) And I'm sky high (So high, so high, baby) So what you saying, nigga? (Oh) I'ma get by (Get by) Yes, I'm a thug with the mind of a pimp, plus the heart of a hustler Trust a dollar and my mama, fuck a buster Must a sucker get annoyed in my presence? Hell yeah, bitch, I got that thug type of essence Plus I underestimate just how rough I get hit When I'm mixed up in all type of shit I'm a community outcast, and I'm causing lots of trouble So call the fucking folks on the double But a couple of badge wearing bitches ain't gon' stop me Drop the bombs on your motherfucking ass when I pop the Pins out the 26 grenades and spray Your ass in the past when you play Yourself trying to level with a giant, a chief Constantly chiefing hay, AKA posing reefer Teach an older bitch a newer trick and keep her Hustle on my mind all the time, nigga So what you saying? Money (Money, baby) And bitches (Oh, and bitches) Candy paint (Candy paint) And switches (Oh, and switches) Top let down (Ooh) And I'm sky high (So high, so high) So what you saying, nigga? (So high, so high, baby) I'ma get by (Get by, baby) 8Ball and MJG on this funky, funky wreck Mark ass niggas get checked when they disrespect Pimping at its finest from the heart of Memphis, Tennessee Busta motherfuckers need to open their eyes and look at the World as I see it, but to me, a nigga never will Comprehend to the message that I send, which is real Niggas like me from the M-O-U-N-D We just smoke and try to meditate, avoiding those who player hate Real niggas have to carry gats when it's necessary Player haters planning to jack me, I have to wet you Bet you rappers who be talking all that tough shit Front them hoes like men and watch them fold like a punk bitch Weak ass niggas get brave in the studio Fucking around with me, I'm gonna put you in a grave, ho Pray no nigga wants to step to this mack pimping-ness The South Klique, so what you saying, bitch? Money (Money, money, money) And bitches (Oh, and bitches) Candy paint (Oh, I love my paint job) And switches (Oh, and switches) Top let down (Ooh) And I'm sky high (So high, so high) So what you saying, nigga? (Ooh) I'ma get by (I'ma get by) Ooh, I've got so much money Hey, baby