Gimme Whutcha Got E

Yo, Boss Snow. Me what you got, nigga. Come and drift into the realm of the X-Files. All the hard dogs at. All the hard cats. Well, young man. Kurupt Young Gotti. Well, man. Expect this. Boss Snow, Boss Snow. What? We all raw, nigga. We all pack hard. Niggas get blazed. It's like this. Check it. Get your position correct. Get your ammunition correct. The tactical tech technician effect. I got a quarter key, one that try to Stick me for it. Put the loot up to Shoot up and hit me for it. Niggas hang for it, do the same things for It. Penetrate like a poor gas and blast and Bang for it. Y'all supposed be some type of Raw dogs, nigga. Fuck around and get your shit Split like logs, nigga. Fantasies never formally. So when you get the formula, the format restructure, Reshape, relax, and 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. I make it hot like ten tons of lava Rocks. The juggernaut cracking niggas like cinder Blocks. Nigga, nigga, give me what you got, Nigga. Get blazed, get shot, nigga. We make it hot, nigga, raw. My nigga Boss Snow. Kurupt with the automatic cock and draw. I ain't got time to see what you saw. He's back, motherfucker, 'fore I crack your jaw. This ain't about nothing but life and law. Niggas killing me. What's your ice grilling me Now How you going let my looks deceive you? My raps is lethal. I kick shit that would amaze you, daze you. Y'all think my rhymes is voodoo. For the first time coming through, ain't been a Minute yet. Already cats want their eyes screwed. Thotting to pop you. You don't know me, duke. Don't want to shoot. Y'all mad 'cause I'm spending Loot that y'all broke-ass niggas been trying to Scoop. See, I done paid my dues. Don't be fooled by the pretty boy image 'cause You'll get blasted up in less than a minute. It's Boss Snow and Kurupt. Y'all going feel it. 'Cause when I bless a Track, I spit venom in it. So how you want to do it, rapping or Gun clapping? Either or, it could happen. Kurupt glued the Glock to his mouth for the Yapping. I bet next time you stay in a Child's place. This is grown folks talking. You don't relate. If you can't hold the weight, Then don't debate. Pushing crates, headed upstate With chrome plates. Check it out. Give me what you got, nigga. Get blazed, get shot, nigga. We make it hot, nigga, raw. My nigga Boss Snow. Kurupt with the automatic cock and draw. I ain't got time to see what you saw. He's back, motherfucker, 'fore I crack your jaw. This ain't about nothing but life and law. Niggas killing me. What's your ice grilling me for? Y'all fiend, daydream for cream. I seen eyes gleam for the drop top I'm In. You want to end my life? My niggas ain't seeing. If so happen you did that, where the fuck You expect the rest at? We got gats too, coming through at quarter to Two. Blazing, they duct taping you and your boo. All that for revenues, fam, we was once a Crew. Mad tight, but that's life. I learned the game. Same cats that you roll With will split your brain. See, I'm in it For the cheese, nigga, fuck the fame. Nigga, fuck the fame. Motherfuck the fame. I put the nickel-plated position. Get penetrated. Pulse just pause. I ride with my dogs in calicos, impacting them Foes. Stoned, zoned, and domed, And then blown. I heard raw before. I saw raw before. Mac Millies, Mac 11s, and.44s. Me and my nigga Shawn, what you got? Weight on your shoulders? The Freon getting colder. Me and my nigga Dion's hitting corners. I got it beamed on your chest though. Fuck around and get your fucking chest rocked. My squares like bad news. Bitches get played like the blues. Blowing dicks like whistles. Launched like missiles. Pop like pistols. And confused, misused, enthused, Abused by the tubes. 'Cause I refuse to chill like E-40. I prefer to get high, lift with the DP. You ain't raw, nigga. You're more like subtle. Fuck you and your rebuttal. You're laid in a puddle. It's a storm formed, reformulate, reform. Keep calm and keep drifting in the twist of The swarm. Give me what you got, nigga. Get blazed, get shot, nigga. We make it hot, nigga, raw. My nigga Boss Snow. Kurupt with the automatic cock and draw. I ain't got time to see what you saw. He's back, motherfucker, 'fore I crack your jaw. This ain't about nothing but life and law. Niggas killing me. What's your ice grilling me for? Kurupt Young Gotti. What? Raw dogs. Raw dogs. It's like this, nigga. Give me what you got, nigga. Get blazed, get shot, nigga. We make it hot, nigga, raw. My nigga Boss Snow. Kurupt with the automatic cock and draw. I ain't got time to see what you saw. He's back, motherfucker, 'fore crack your jaw. This ain't about nothing but life and law. Niggas killing me. What's your ice grilling me for? Give me what you got, nigga. All My boss dogs. Give what you got, nigga.