Download Lagu Silkk The Shocker - What Cha Think

Lirik What Cha Think

Time to get with ya 
What ya think nigga 
Time to get with ya 
What ya think nigga 

I already done told ya niggaz 
Shit I showed y'all niggaz 
When I slaughtered ya niggaz 
This how I sold ya niggaz 
Bitch if ya put yourself in a fight 
Here me kick it 
I get flashlight how we get it with it specific and artistic 
Spare rhymes and rough drafts get it done tighter 
I stay clear you cut the war underwear 
I'll hold ya back nigga cause ya shystie 
When my blood start bubblin I get fystie 
Laced with cyanide 
hard education if somebody try to bite me 
Scratchy, flows come across hypely 
Closer than your fuckin icy 
Reaching my level is highly unlikely 
Precisely I'm the right king I be 
Why in the sam hell would you take it upon yourself to ever try me 
Got be suffering some type of fault or malfunction 
You don't want this situation to get both dangerous and rambunctious 
Why y'all be thinking about beef I be thinking bout big numbers 
On top of things running shit why you bitches going under 
If I take your ass on this track it'll probably defeat the purpose 
Cause that half ass material you putting out 
probably ain't gone never surface 
You harmless, you couldn't blow the bomb up 
Couldn't keep up the pace I set 
I'll whoop your ass with my warm-ups 
Entertainer rap composer and performer 
Map located on the southern corner 
I'm making the way like they at a parade 
Niggaz get fitted for graves for going for brave 
When them bullets get sprayed 
So I ain't no hangman no gang bang 
Shit, I'm trying to change things 
We stuck on the same thang 
Stealing draws from Les Unplauge 
Then I can go back to the trunks of cars of the upper esilonge 
Blunts and guns roll like M1s tasers 
Smoke weed all the way to the bank 
Nigga what the fuck you think 

[Chorus] 
What cha thank nigga 
[Verse-2] 
Fuck ya'll niggaz think bad lines and bad words serving their purpose 
Doing videos and movie soundtracks and tv commercials 
Independent, smoke herb 
Walking this thing throughout your suburb 
Got young niggaz switching suburbans 
The tempo I run when I run around like a tortoise 
Your mom say run when I hear they come 
ta get they titty slick and they pussies murdered 
Low down dirty 
Big old niggaz burn down the barn to make million dollar merges 
Never mix no bullshit with your business 
I'll snatch ya pull your head out ya ass that mothafuckin stay down 
there til I finish 
If I cut ya down I'm gone make you look bad 
I'm gone make them look at you 
the same way they look at the back of a dog's ass 
Hit it tell us, stomp through this mothafucka like elephants 
Swing though this bitch like apes and fly by you bitches like pelicans 
Playa haters are of no relevance 
I'm striving on intelligence 
And changing like them elements 
If you was up to my level I'd probably wail all on ya 
But you ain't bitch you bumb time don't tell on ya 
What the fuck you think its time to come up 
And profit off the shit we sell 
Rode the band with BL why I gotta chance to back up with KL 
Nigga next to me your shit be seeming fake 
You bests to move your fucking finger 
While I cuts my piece off the tank cake 
Move them ugly mothafuckas show me your mean face 
But stick your fingers in your mothafucking ears 
Cause these niggaz be dropping some mean bass 
Cause it ain't gone be no more after me 
It ain't no limit to these young black hustlers 
ask that nigga Master P 
It has to pe the paper if ya ask me man 
Ya'll niggaz know ya can't hang 
Nigga, what the fuck you think 

[Chorus till fade]