All dem niggas right there

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Fuck y'all



I thought you knew about us

You know what we throw on this

1-87 on rhyme

Anybody killa

Fuck all y'all



We run the streets, come run with my game

We make paper, big paper, all day, it's a thang

And we ride up on the quickness up the side of you

Keep heat, big heat just to drop on you

Nigga we keep the streets hot

It's just us and the cops

And niggas die in shady spots over hustlin rock

Guess money rule the world

Materials and girls, fly

Did ya never seen?

Never, even dreamless, these things

That make the world we live in what it is

And though with paper you would die

It's a shame what is real on these wheels

Foes on a hundred smoke weed

Me and Bad and Tray-Dee

In an ice machine

Big strap that let a nigga have to come out

Flyin down Atlanta, go on, come out

Hit the liquor store when nigga used to run out

Throwin up the gang hollerin What Cha Talkin Bout



What Cha Talkin Bout

What Cha Talkin Bout

What Cha Talkin Bout (I wouldn't have enough in the touch to know everythang)

What Cha Talkin Bout

What Cha Talkin Bout

What Cha Talkin Bout (We run these street teams and big dope sacks)

What Cha Talkin Bout

What Cha Talkin Bout

What Cha Talkin Bout (Mash to maintain, blast gats to gang bang)

What Cha Talkin Bout

What Cha Talkin Bout

What Cha Talkin Bout (Anybody kill a whole mob)



Though we all wanna live it up

'fo the lights go out in your house

No one is gon' get there

Fillin all doubts, and hold out

Only when ya sure to take a loss

Otherwise man get yours, 'cause light don't blast

If the guns don't get cha

It's sure to be the cancer

Why ask why? You gonna believe his answer

He made it up and just about to get your chances

It's a baby I've been knowin,

Trust of homage you could go insurin

Gats at close range or betrayal of my trust

Only gave me one change, it's just us

Who banging at the poppa stops

Gangsta network your G shit

Makin million dollar plans

Pullin million dollar scams

It be a trillion dollar man

Fuck y'all, I'm gettin rich

The world make me sick

I really wanna live it up

It's like I'm druck and didn't need, I wanna give it up

I stay calm and stay composed with no doubts

Throwing up Dogg Pound hollerin...



What Cha Talkin Bout

What Cha Talkin Bout

What Cha Talkin Bout (I wouldn't have enough in the touch to know everythang)

What Cha Talkin Bout

What Cha Talkin Bout

What Cha Talkin Bout (We run these street teams and big dope sacks)

What Cha Talkin Bout

What Cha Talkin Bout

What Cha Talkin Bout (Mash to maintain, blast gats to gang bang)

What Cha Talkin Bout

What Cha Talkin Bout

What Cha Talkin Bout (Anybody kill a whole mob)



We run these streets 'cause we all tryna live it up

Mashin for this dream and never will we give it up

Puttin up with nothin

The world let us hear with no fury

Holla fuck 'em, filthy rich with a big plan to touch 'em

Talkin nothin

Provin, movin I can make a difference

Any ??? 'll speak louder then

All that y'all jackin at gettin payed 

One of the two main reasons I keep rappin

It just happened

The peace so niggas don't know

Sublime would open, how they dyin, I'm just tryin

Till I keep all my times boy, I hit the line

Someone should defy the law

I've forgot what I was looking for

Even though it's hard, you've still gotta go for yours

Smokin, hopin I get into heaven through some open door

Even though it's hard, you've still gotta go for yours

Smokin, hopin I get into heaven through some open door

Even though it's hard, you've still gotta go for yours



What Cha Talkin Bout

What Cha Talkin Bout

What Cha Talkin Bout (I wouldn't have enough in the touch to know everythang)

What Cha Talkin Bout

What Cha Talkin Bout

What Cha Talkin Bout (We run these street teams and big dope sacks)

What Cha Talkin Bout

What Cha Talkin Bout

What Cha Talkin Bout (Mash to maintain, blast gats to gang bang)

What Cha Talkin Bout

What Cha Talkin Bout

What Cha Talkin Bout (Anybody kill a whole mob)



Hahaha,

Yeah

We run these streets

And some big dope sacks

Nigga

Smoke some, drink some

That's what I'm talkin about

Yeah

Haha



Still blastin at close range

Things ain't changed

We the gang

But we blast and mash to maintain

Like to say what up to Tray Deee, Slip Capone, Soopafly and Mr B-A-D

Gang bangin

But we blast and mash to maintain on all y'all suckers

To my big homeboy C-Style

What up dogg?

Yeah

What Cha Talkin Bout

What Cha Talkin Bout

What Cha Talkin Bout