Jae Millz - Who!? lyrics

rate me

Brownz they gon' hate you after this one

It's wanna what? Let's go!

[Verse 1:]

Who the fuck want a problem with a problem with steam trees

Ironman status press cowards with steam tees

Catch me in the corner to somethin' wit some mean B'S

Im Harlem's best kept secret like I'm Kareem Reed

Comfy on the ave cuz I reps my shit

I got a crew why I need cops to protect my shit

Yeah I know cats haitn' but I'm lovin' it

Thats why I park before deuce troop it out just for the fuck of it

You cant find a nigga in the city thats tougher

I got a 3-year run like TS at the Rucker

Don't tell me nothin' 'bout who da next to pop

Cause everybody who's supposed to been hot done flopped

Last year on the mixtapes I heard a lot of greasy rappin'

Now niggaz tryin' to see what happened

Everybody mad but you see I'm laughing

Their careers stuck at the toll I'm E-Z Passin'

It's Harlem to the death of me till ain't nothin left for me

Fuck showin' em how to do it I gave niggaz recipes

And your label knows you garbage

Thats why they got you sittin' on the shelf like you was made for a cabbage STUPID!

YEAH! I RUN NEW YORK MAN!(Get in touch wit me)

[Chorus:]

WHO (Who) wanna be the next to get it

and become the next statistic in da hood and tell me

WHO (Who) wanna try to get luck

and get left right beside their truck

Nigga lemme know

WHO (Who) wanna aim at the statue

Let the whole city won't get at you

Please tell me

WHO (Who) wanna call my bluff

Who think they friend can't get touched

Point him out nigga

WHO WHO WHO WHO WHO WHO WHO WHO

[Verse 2:]

Back on da scene it's ya motherfuckin' man from da block

In da H where da cake can buck buck they shots

Never solo on da ave always posted with my gang

MH get it straight ain't a damn thing change

Bang! Back up don't make a nigga have to pull the 'Lac up

Hop up the front seat and act up

Stomp you all wit some hightops

and jump right back in da ESV and re-strap my straps up

Make sure my cuff is right fix my jacker

And pull my fitted back over my brows and light a sack up

You might as well pack up

And your album might've been hot but just hearin' you fucked all da tracks up

Lotta niggaz gon' get exposed once I do a number

Think about it be scared yeah you should wonder

Just think about when I swipe da throne

And even worse than that just think about when mice come home

Niggaz mad cause they raps is lame

And I flash them chains gettin' better yearly like Madden games money

I know your life don't go past your lane

Im passing fully stuffed vanillas you passin' grains

This is NYC at its best

I grew up runnin' my mouth for free now I breathe for checks and yes!

I ain't losin' not a thing

Fuck a headlock I got the streets in a million-dollar dream MOTHERFUCKER!

YEAH! IT'S WANNA WHAT?(Harlem)

SWAT TEAM! (Your more welcome man)

[Chorus]

Swat team man! Vato, Al, Reese!

Free Mike song thats da campaign

Its da statue!

Naj 2

They ain't fuckin' with ya boy man

E rolla!