What Ya'll Wanna Do

I rhyme at school, I rhyme in tha club

I got mo cheese than a rat, want some?

My game so deep

Like 20,000 sumthin' leagues

Up under tha sea, but I be on tha streets

Hustlin wit speed, last of a dyin breed

Niggaz know my magic, I got tricks up my sleeve

Look at how I spit, look at how I flow

Bet if I fucked up, that I wouldn't hit tha floe

Case ya'll ain't know

I ride wit guns an' clips

N got some wise words/ that'll be told like myths

Givin tha game whiffs

On they shirt it might stain

My words overflowin, like you caught in heavy rain

Tempo goes/ cornas covered up in snow

Bitch niggaz don't know how it work from tha stove

Cop it cook it chop it

What ya'll wanna do

This that hot shit that ya'll need ta tune to

What ya'll wanna do, what ya'll gotta say?

(Fuck that screw down hea', okay)

How you niggaz actin, how you niggaz roll?

(Fuck that nigga, southside still on)

What ya'll wanna do, what ya'll gotta say?

(Fuck that screw down hea', okay)

How you niggaz actin, how you niggaz roll?

(Fuck that nigga, southside still on)

I'm lettin glocks dispearse

Ta some niggaz I am tha worse

This tha second verse

Like tuts tomb I'll leave ya cursed

Rock niggaz like babys they be fast asleep

I got heat 'specially knowin that tha talk is cheap

But mine cost a whole lot

Of them dollaz an' riches

I keep a hot glock leavin victims wit stitches

They in obituaries identified by they pictures

Can't be no dj if he ain't scratchin wit' mixers

My rhymes cappable of bein bought by tha latest

My clique is on tha verge of bein considered tha greatest

We like ta show off so them hatas gon hate us

While sippin stonewall in tha club I git lazy

Gittin picked up bankers we leavin sticked up

Stats leave ya ripped up

Talk shit then step up

Niggaz betta rep(what) they claim

I'm a head of tha game

'Cause they call me beretta 'cause I'm sprayin ya brain