Oz movie - What You in Fo' lyrics

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Song by Wu-Tang Clan<br /><br>

[jail interlude]<br>

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[RZA]<br>

Son I just slapped my bitch<br>

Came to my crib 'bout half past six<br>

Kid's in shitty diapers, no food was fixed<br>

I was like, "Yo bitch - why ain't no food fixed?"<br>

She on the phone with her friend talkin bout dick<br>

I snatched the receiver from that bitch like CLICK<br>

She got all excited, tryin to throw fit<br>

Swung at me then I swung back - BITCH!<br>

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[Method Man]<br>

What you in fo'? It happened in the club<br>

with some thugs I was at the bar, smokin bud, hollerin at love<br>

Ladybug was playin in my peachfuzz, she was<br>

Talkin hot fudge, can't nobody do it like she does<br>

in the hot tub - didn't know her man was in the club<br>

And honey dove never mentioned that she had a scrub<br>

It must have been the drugs or the alcohol buzz, had me<br>

shootin my game like a thirty-eight snub baby<br>

Let's cut a rug, that's when I felt a shove<br>

What the blood do - actin like he won the Golden Gloves<br>

I get one for holdin grudge, but if this kid throw a slug<br>

I'ma throw a slug - that's how we be rollin cuz<br>

I see this dud tryin to play me like a pair of Lugz<br>

Big John Stud, Goldschlager in a golden mug<br>

What you in fo'?<br>

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[jail interlude]<br>

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[Streetlife]<br>

I'm locked down for tryin to hold my block down since a shorty<br>

The Old Earth was like, "Street put the glock down"<br>

I was raised in slums, love how the gun sounds<br>

and now I got one - c'mon, who wanna front now?<br>

Sunup to sundown, ready for showdown<br>

Whoever wanna throw down, the gangsters better slow down<br>

Wake up, before you be in a cell with forty of us<br>

(What you in fo'?) In for murder over money love and lust<br>

(What you in fo'?) In for life, don't let me tell you twice<br>

I might bang you twice and take double the life<br>

What you in fo'?<br>

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[Raekwon the Chef]<br>

Jail status - get up<br>

Wash a nigga mattress faggot, you heard about me right?<br>

Pass off them packages cat, you gotta eat to live<br>

Meet the crib; got a hundred starvin niggaz in here big<br>

So pop off, drugs that's props, bring in<br>

glocks we call 'em oxes<br>

Be a real live nigga, swing mops and shit, take over shit<br>

Fuck the C.O.'s, aiyyo Boo, I need clothes<br>

Slide brokers where phones get hid<br>

Fuck with Russians and Latins<br>

The most powerful marble black slipper style<br>

Goin out thrashin niggaz, kicks get thrown<br>

Big sizes, sleep in your boots, 4000 rugged F Troops<br>

Notarized wigs, lay six months<br>

That's alright dog, make it home Lord<br>

Heard you admit it in the box, slid it under walls<br>

Bang monster anger<br>

Bop through the halls with bangers<br>

Live God like the Abbot of all chambers..<br>

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[jail interlude]<br>

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