Yankee B.

Yankee B. - Who Are You lyrics

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(feat. Big Pun, Reign)



[Reign]

Who you are?

[Yankee]

Me, Well I'll be Cada pimp

Black Cadillac smoking fifties sacks and shit

No diggity doubt

I be blazing like Portland Trail Blazers up in this motherfucker

No doubt my nigga Reign and Big Pun

Niggas trying to be players we the general manager of this shit



[Yankee]

Blam, New York money snatcha

Yo Yankee B coming at yah

Matter of factor chips I don't licks I don't capture

Fly shit a manufacture

Yo were the girls looking at yah

You don't mean nobody stop yah

Try to knock her

Pun wait, try to drop her

Victory seeking well lets try to knock her

Yo your man is not a factor

Really wanna do me your man cant stop yah

Play it proper

Little like my dabbler (I got to work tonight)

Play his ass like an actor now I got yah

Were yah want yah

Miss twelve fix in a Benz coming at yah

Coming at yah, coming at yah

QB nigga Yankee B coming at yah



[Chorus x2: Reign and Yankee B]

[R] So who you are

[Y] The Y-A-N-K double E

[R] This we be

[Y] Straight up jiggy every day

[R] So were yah from

[Y] South side Queens getting paid

[R] This is how we do it



[Big Punisher]

Yo, yo, Ayo I had enough

Why niggas bluff like they rag'em off

Bad enough rappers act like they cant get snuff

I had it up to here players a dressing like musketeers



Another year motherfuckers a be rapping in underwears

I wonder were the hardcore went

Y'all gone sent shit that have me up drunk all bent

Now is all pimp but I aint felling the same feeling the same

Next time I rhyme I' am gone' start reviling some names

Pulling cards doing job for dough

Like back in '84 before I ran the squad with Joe (Terror Squad)

Wasn't long ago I was on the low bound to blow

Some perfection a getting down with the don of flow

Long as you know Bronx two four first the skakey

Golden label New York like my man Yankee

Niggas should thank me for becoming a superstar

Cus if I wasn't I'll be robbing that ass no matter who you are



[Chorus x2: Reign and Big Punisher]

[R] So who you are

[Y] The B-I-G –P-U-N

[R] This we be

[Y] V-I-P in every club we in

[R] So were yah from

[Y] South Bronx were it all began

[R] This is how we do it



[Reign]

All my ladies in the place go down

All my players in the place go down

And now we bringing it from town to town

You know I get down so down

Get down, get down

Get down, get down

Get down, get down

You know we get down

Get down diggy down diggy down down

Who you are?



[Yankee B]

Gridlock, QB's representer

With the Brooklyn for clementa

In your center spark leafs in the winters

Stalking a in the central (damn you a playa)

Niggly no I 'am a crusher

Titles a new relationships like Usher

Let me touch yah let me crush yah

Let me find a way to move your body sucka

Yo the west coast booty caller

Flexing like a sexy Latalia

Susiana, back in Louisiana

Trick for o-b but now I cant stand her (but why though)

Yo she try to be a commander

All in the face want the key for the Rangler, for the Rangler

For the Rangler Yankee B QB coming at you



[Chorus: Reign & Yankee B]

[Chorus: Reign & Big Punisher]

[Chorus: Reign & Yankee]
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