Show 'Em Whatcha Got

Talkin dat drive by shit

Everybody talkin dat gangsta shit

Talkin dat drive by thang

Everybody talking dat gangsta swang

Slaves to the rhythm of the master

Buck boom buck another

Neighborhood disaster

(Drummer hit me one)

A gun iz a gun iz

A muther fuckin gun

But an organized side

Keep a sellout niga on the run

What you gonna do to get paid

Step on the rest of the hood

Till the drug raid

See you runnin like roaches

Black gangstas need track coaches

The white law set you up raw

When you have his trust in killin us

Talkin dat gattalk

Walkin dat catwalk

Where you tryin to go wit dat

Dont even go dere wit dat rap

Guns drugs an money

All you know how

So whatcha gonna do now?

I'm bout ready to bounce

Trouble on the corner of blunt ave

An 40 ounce

Madd uncivilized lifestyles

30 years bids for kids, now thats wild

I'm raisin my child

I'm steppin to da curb

Wit a sign do not disturb

Too much dont give a fuck

Or a damn thing

But choose what the other man bring

I sing a song cause I see wrong

I'm not down with the fe fi fo

Where I come from

See, the brothers aint dumb

Sense goes over nonsense

When it makes no sense

I'm throwin up da fence

Talkin dat drive by shit

Everybody talkin dat gangsta shit

Talkin dat drive by thang

Everybody talkin dat gangsta swang

Talkin dat gattalk

Walkin dat catwalk

Were you tryin to go wit dat

Dont even go there wit dat rap

Guns drugs & money

All you know how

So whatcha gone do now?

The only good niga iz a dead niga

Dats what they used to say

Cant understand why a man

Gotta use a trigga

On his own, suppose to act grown

Cracka in da back

Watch a brother pull a trigga on another brother

Couldn't shoot and shot a mother

Four kids alone home

Ungrown & now they on they own

Now check yourself cool

What good iz da hood if ya actin a fool

Talkin dat gattalk, walkin dat catwalk