Gimmewhutchagot Lyrics by Kurupt

Gimmewhutchagot Lyrics

    Kurupt:
    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

    Chorus:
    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?

    Barshawn:
    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
    Kurupt: pushin crates, headed upstate with chrome plates (check it out)

    Chorus:
    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?

    Barshawn:
    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)

    Kurupt:
    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

    (chorus)

    Kurupt, young gotti
    West coast, east coast nigga
    Raw doggs

    (chorus)

    Gimmewhutchagot nigga
    Gimmewhutchagot nigga

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