Yo Barshawn

Gimmewhutchagot nigga

Come and drip into the realm of the X-files

Gimmewhutchagot nigga

Gimmewhutchagot nigga

Gimmewhutchagot nigga

Gimmewhutchagot nigga



Get your position correct

Get your ammunition correct

The tactful tech technician effect (Bitch!)

I got a quarter-key 

You wanna to try to stick me for it?

Put the loot up, the shoot up, and hit me for it?

Niggaz hang for, do the same thang for it

Penetrate like, uh, poor the gas, blast and then bang for it

Y'all supposed to be some type of raw doggs, nigga

Fuck around and get your shit spit like laws, nigga

Fantasies never formulate

So when you get the formula to format

Restructure and reshape

Relax or we take all

We make sure we shake all

We shake tame or aim or flame all

A bitch tried to play me like nothing's really real

Like I ain't really real and I ain't really got skills (Bitch!)

I make you hot like ten tons of lava rocks

The Juggernaut crackin niggas like cinder blocks, nigga





Gimmewhuthcagot nigga

Get blazed, get shot nigga

We make it hot nigga raw

My nigga Barshawn

Kurupt with the auto-metal cock and draw

I ain't got time to see what you saw

Beat back mothafucka before I crack your jaw

This ain't about nothin but life and law

Niggas killin me

What you ice-grillin me for?





Now how you gonna let my looks deceive you?

My raps is lethal

I kicks shit that would amaze you, they daze you 

Y'all think my rhymes is voodoo

For the first time comin through

Ain't been a minute yet 

Already, cats wanna eye-screw

Plottin to pop you

You don't know me duke

The one that shoot

You all mad cuz I'm spendin loot

That you all broke ass niggas been tryin to scoop

See I done paid my dues

Don't be fooled by the pretty boy image

Cuz you'll get blasted up in less than a minute

It's Barshawn and Kurupt, y'all gonna feel it

Cuz when I bless a track, I spit venom in it

So how you wanna do it, rappin or gun-clappin

Either or, it could happen

Kurupt, move the glock to his mouth for they gappin

I bet next time you stay in a child's place

This is Rome folks talkin, you don't relate

If you can't hold the weight, then don't debate







Gimmewhuthcagot nigga

Get blazed, get shot nigga

We make it hot nigga raw

My nigga Barshawn

Kurupt with the auto-metal cock and draw

I ain't got time to see what you saw

Beat back mothafucka before I crack your jaw

This ain't about nothin but life and law

Niggas killin me

What you ice-grillin me for?





You all fiend, daydream for cream I've seen

Eyes gleam for the drop-top I be in

You wanna end my life, my niggaz ain't seein

If so happen you did that

Where the fuck you expect the rest at?

We got that too comin through a quarter to two

Blazin they duct-tapin you and your boo

All at the revenue stand, we was once a crew

Mad tight, but that's life

I learned the game

Same cats that you roll with will split your game

See I'm in it for the cheese nigga

Fuck the fame (nigga, fuck the fame, mothafuck the fame)





I play the nickel-plated position get penetrated

Popes just pause, I rise with my doggs

And collar clothes impact and enthrone

Gone, zone the dome and then blown

I heard raw before I saw raw before

Mack milli's, mack 11's and four-four's

Me and my nigga Shawn

What you got weight on your shoulders

The freons gettin colder

Me and my nigga Deion's hittin corners

I got a beam on you chest-high

Fuck around and get your fuckin chest right

I spreads like bad news

Bitches get played like the blues

Blowin dicks like whistles

Launch like missles

Pop like pistols

And confuse, misuse, enthuse, abuse, buy the twos

Cuz I refuse to chill like EP

I prefer to get high live with the DP

You ain't raw nigga You more like subtle

Fuck you and your rebuttal You laid in a puddle

It's a storm, form reform your label form

Keep calm or keep drippin in the twist of the swarm







Kurupt, young Gotti

West Coast, East Coast nigga

Raw doggs







Gimmewhutchagot nigga

Gimmewhutchagot nigga