WARREN G

WARREN G - What U Wanna Do

rate me

Once again

The circle

Continue to hit'chu with these massive hits

Ya know

We gon' do it somethin like this

For all them busters out there

Check this out

Hey

We came here to ride

Falling back to ready

And set to collide

Niggas you won't know my nephew died

Suicide, it's a suicide

I'm deadly as ever

Ready for whatever

Tryin'a keep my pockets heavy on the cheddar

Got nothin to prove, just really expressin myself

While y'all niggas in the studio stressin yaself

Ya got to do it, so why not do it big?

Drop the music, and spit fluid to they wig

Under dig, I'm a split the game in half

And leave 'em all mad, like Warren what'chu done did?

Hey, we came here to ride

Never slippin, Beretta sittin on my side

Blaze up, cause I'm tryin'a raise up, and flow

I came up, from broke, to papered up

Don't test me, I bust like a twelve-gauge sawed-off

And hoes jump on stage and rip they drawers off

And I see through, all that's see through

Make up a weave in ya head this evening, but hey

Sworn to the streets

Born in the beach

Armed with the heat

Mourning my peeps

Makin niggas respect mine

I came to collect mine

Comin through with the Tech-9

Lettin my neck shine

Might let a nigga slide with a pass

But next time, I might disconnect his neck from his spine

Run up and catch him from behind and stretch him

We squeeze triggas like ketchup

Wet'cha whole stretch up

Scared of the truth

You fear it, don't wanna hear it

Til' the Smithsons bust

Then you listen up

Cause I'm a tell it like it is

Like it was, or like it always will be

Give a fuck if you feel me

Who am I?

W-A, double R, E-N to the motherfuckin G

Suicide, niggas hang they self

Might as well bend over, and finger-bang they self

Sell they soul for the fame and wealth

And end up broke and lonely

Nobody to blame but'cha self

But me, I keep it all business

Cause this is business, can I get a witness?

See I been chillin like a villain

With a million and my children

Plottin on revealin what the game been concealin

I got a little older and learned a bit

Applied the effort, and earned a grip

Now I notice it's a hater, in every circle

As I roll another Vega, heavy with purple

Take a puff and inhale

And hold it til' it gets stale

In my chest, exhale my stress

My nigga R-B-X

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