You Know What We Bout Lyrics by 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 nigga
    The world belongs to who?

    [silkk the shocker]
    The world belongs to us
    You can do what you wanna do
    What you gon do? huh? what?
    The streets belong to us
    You can do what you wanna do
    What you gon do? huh? what?

    Yo from the south to the east nigga, from the streets to the burbs
    I fuck wit that when they talk, the speech just be slurred
    You know me mr. got dough, mr. got flow
    Couldn't figure our out which one wanted both of 'em so
    Mr. got both - if you hate me stop, if you jealous
    Silkk the shock, jigga, no limit, master p, roc-a-fella
    Used to cop bricks for 30
    Now i do nothin but sit back and drop hits, ya heard me?
    I ain't nothin but a thug that got rich ya heard me
    Drop the top when it's hot
    If not call jay tell him blow the mall up and
    Come and shop in jersey
    You know what i did, you know how i come
    You wouldn't even think about testin me dog if you know what i done
    Didn't change a bit, i'm still thuggish, still thuggin
    Niggaz ask how much money i got do math
    You know how to add i'm p little brother
    Shit, i can't tell y'all nothin i gotta show y'all
    Real in this, i'm as real as it gets i told y'all
    Yo i sleep thru the rain, sleep thru the pain
    Would have knew about me but you don't
    Cause know why, cuase you was sleep when i came
    But i'm here now, y'all suckas fear now
    Look, plan on bein on top, don't stop, plan on bein hot year round
    I don't do it for no love, i do it for the thugs
    Do it for my block, do it for the vip spots in the club
    It's hard to stop this life like it's hard to call cocked dice
    We ain't nothin but some bout it, bout it niggaz
    That live the "hard knock life"

    [chorus]
    From my block to yo block, it's a sho' shot
    We out the door, out the most, and the flow don't stop
    You know what we do, you know what we 'bout
    You know what we do, you know what we 'bout

    From my block to yo block, it's a sho' shot
    We out the door, out the most, and the flow don't stop
    From the ghetto to the suburbs, from marcy to the 3rd
    You know what we do when we come thru, ya heard?

    [jay-z]
    In the south nigga
    Deep in the four door, watchin that old dog
    Or in the club nigga, shakin' them hoes off
    Poppin my foes off ain't nothin changed
    Or catch me on the block with thugs knockin the o's off
    Baggin that 'dro nigga, stackin that dough
    Clappin at foes and i'm laughin at hoes
    Holdin them dice and i'm breakin yo bank
    You see the shit roc-a-fella make wit the tank
    Even without the airplay platinum off of heresay
    It's your year jay get off my dick
    Been my year, you talkin to a winner here
    Iceberg winter's wear, linen chair
    My style in fact, money ain't come from rap
    And we can take it right back if it comes to that
    Block or billboard, you gotta feel dog
    I stay real y'all, that's how i kill y'all

    [chorus]

    [master p]
    I used to rap, now b-ball's my life
    Move that house on the lake for the kids and wife
    Check the bank account, it's seven figures
    Who that rolls in the video for, it's mines nigga
    I got game, ask the players in the pro's
    Who got shot, it ain't my fault
    (ohhhh it ain't my fault) he owed me dough
    Independent, black-owned, my world, my country
    No limit and roc-a-fella run this like drug money
    So can i get a huh, huh? a what, what?
    Pass the weed cause soldiers like to puff, puff
    From the south to the east baby, baby
    A couple of unggggh's now they gotta pay me
    And flip bricks with ghetto chicks with no dicks
    And nine's with no clips and sides wit no chips
    Come fast or slow, from cheddar to dough
    Master p, silkk the shocker, jay-z
    The rowdiest niggaz you know

    [chorus]

    [silkk]
    Get ya money dog
    Get ya money y'all
    Get ya money dog
    Get ya money y'all
    Get ya money dog
    Get ya money y'all
    Get ya, get ya money do
    Get ya, get ya

    From the south, to the midwest
    To the east, to the west whatever
    Y'all get y'all money y'all
    From my block to yo block, it just don't stop

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