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We Got Chu
Onyx
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Yeah
Yeah, we blowin' this motherfuckin' OG down right now
Onyx, Planet Asia
You know how we do
It's for the culture
This is for that real hip-hopper, we got you
For all my killers on key block, we got you
For all the kids playin' the block, we got you
We got you, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
This is for that real hip-hopper, we got you
For all my killers on key block, we got you
For all the kids playin' the block, we got you
We got you, we got you
I'm movin' move-shakers, you move with the move-fakers (Uh-huh)
Just copped a crib and moved to two acres (Uh-huh)
So who's next to test this? I could attest this
Just got a text from my connect from Texas (Woo)
My TEC is fully automatic, just ordered the Patek (Uh-huh)
I got a disorder, I'm sorta fanatic
For nice whips, nice chicks, Nike kicks
Size nine and a half, the nine in the stash (Boom)
I used to use the nine and the math to go stick shit up
Yo, stick what up? Now we got cash, they wanna stick us up
Just copped the new truck, all these new bucks
Shootin' in the hood, got 'em bringin' out the news trucks
Yellow tape, white niggas yellin' hate
Just got the twenty-inch rims with yellow brakes
Acceleratin', fuck celebratin'
All my niggas in the cell waitin' come home to find hell waitin'
This is for that real hip-hopper, we got you
For all my killers on key block, we got you
For all the kids playin' the block, we got you
We got you, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
This is for that real hip-hopper, we got you
For all my killers on key block, we got you
For all the kids playin' the block, we got you
We got you, we got you
Oh, this that street shit
Let me, let me, let me talk that street shit
Oh, this that street shit
Let me, let me, let me talk that street shit
Yeah, it's either drug money or niggas pimpin'
Niggas doin' stick-ups or bitches strippin'
Anything to put some food up inside the kitchen
This that hood shit, do anything outside of snitchin'
Chop it up, nigga, box it up
For that bread, leave you over-easy, chop it up
They locked me up 'cause you got beat up
Niggas ain't thuggin'? Nope, must not be us
Who up in here? Who the fuck you frontin' for?
I had his whole bitch runnin' for the fuckin' door
You want a problem? You fuckin' with the right one
Sound like thunder, but it feel like lightnin'
Ayo, my gun got the hiccups (Blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow)
Don't get your face plastered
All against the wall, literally, that's a stick-up
Onyx up in the spot, mad faces throwin' blicks up
Stomp you out quick, don't get mixed up in this bitch
Pistol whipped, thrown in a ditch
Take my advice, turn around and go back home to your bitch
This is underworld rap, where yellow spine niggas
Never make it back for pump fakin', fakin' jacks
That's an old-school term, but some shit never changes
Like gettin' money and square niggas never learnin'
We back in the whip, forty-six cities
With them Queens niggas wildin' out, retarded as it can get (Yo, Sky)
Catch me with the poor, righteous, and rich
Shine and keep a game face for dirty divine evils that ego trip
Soy boy shit we will not do
Depend on us for the grimy shit, nigga, we got you
This is for that real hip-hopper, we got you
For all my killers on key block, we got you
For all the kids playin' the block, we got you
We got you, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
This is for that real hip-hopper, we got you
For all my killers on key block, we got you
For all the kids playin' the block, we got you
We got you, we got you
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