Silkk The Shocker - You Know What We Bout Lyrics
(master p) yo silkk(silkk) what up?(master p) tell jigga we need 4 apples,2 bananas and 5 oranges(silkk) you sure?(master p) nigga, he know what i'm talkin 'bout(silkk) aight, i'll get him on the phone(master p) from my block to yo block niggaThe world belongs to who?[silkk the shocker]The world belongs to usYou can do what you wanna doWhat you gon do? huh? what?The streets belong to usYou can do what you wanna doWhat you gon do? huh? what?Yo from the south to the east nigga, from the streets to the burbsI ***** wit that when they talk, the speech just be slurredYou know me mr. got dough, mr. got flowCouldn't figure our out which one wanted both of 'em soMr. got both - if you hate me stop, if you jealousSilkk the shock, jigga, no limit, master p, roc-a-fellaUsed to cop bricks for 30Now i do nothin but sit back and drop hits, ya heard me?I ain't nothin but a thug that got rich ya heard meDrop the top when it's hotIf not call jay tell him blow the mall up andCome and shop in jerseyYou know what i did, you know how i comeYou wouldn't even think about testin me dog if you know what i doneDidn't change a bit, i'm still thuggish, still thugginNiggaz ask how much money i got do mathYou know how to add i'm p little brotherShit, i can't tell y'all nothin i gotta show y'allReal in this, i'm as real as it gets i told y'allYo i sleep thru the rain, sleep thru the painWould have knew about me but you don'tCause know why, cuase you was sleep when i cameBut i'm here now, y'all suckas fear nowLook, plan on bein on top, don't stop, plan on bein hot year roundI don't do it for no love, i do it for the thugsDo it for my block, do it for the vip spots in the clubIt's hard to stop this life like it's hard to call *****ed diceWe ain't nothin but some bout it, bout it niggazThat live the "hard knock life"[chorus]From my block to yo block, it's a sho' shotWe out the door, out the most, and the flow don't stopYou know what we do, you know what we 'boutYou know what we do, you know what we 'boutFrom my block to yo block, it's a sho' shotWe out the door, out the most, and the flow don't stopFrom the ghetto to the suburbs, from marcy to the 3rdYou know what we do when we come thru, ya heard?[jay-z]In the south niggaDeep in the four door, watchin that old dogOr in the club nigga, shakin' them hoes offPoppin my foes off ain't nothin changedOr catch me on the block with thugs knockin the o's offBaggin that 'dro nigga, stackin that doughClappin at foes and i'm laughin at hoesHoldin them dice and i'm breakin yo bankYou see the shit roc-a-fella make wit the tankEven without the airplay platinum off of heresayIt's your year jay get off my dickBeen my year, you talkin to a winner hereIceberg winter's wear, linen chairMy style in fact, money ain't come from rapAnd we can take it right back if it comes to thatBlock or billboard, you gotta feel dogI stay real y'all, that's how i kill y'all[chorus][master p]I used to rap, now b-ball's my lifeMove that house on the lake for the kids and wifeCheck the bank account, it's seven figuresWho that rolls in the video for, it's mines niggaI got game, ask the players in the pro'sWho got shot, it ain't my fault(ohhhh it ain't my fault) he owed me doughIndependent, black-owned, my world, my countryNo limit and roc-a-fella run this like drug moneySo can i get a huh, huh? a what, what?Pass the weed cause soldiers like to puff, puffFrom the south to the east baby, babyA couple of unggggh's now they gotta pay meAnd flip bricks with ghetto chicks with no dicksAnd nine's with no clips and sides wit no chipsCome fast or slow, from cheddar to doughMaster p, silkk the shocker, jay-zThe rowdiest niggaz you know[chorus][silkk]Get ya money dogGet ya money y'allGet ya money dogGet ya money y'allGet ya money dogGet ya money y'allGet ya, get ya money doGet ya, get yaFrom the south, to the midwestTo the east, to the west whateverY'all get y'all money y'allFrom my block to yo block, it just don't stop
