Gravediggaz - What's Wrong With You? Lyrics
Check it... yo.Instead of beat a brother's head off for half the rentHalf percent, brothers need to all get bentWhips and gold to hold to a master flowRollin' with the G.O., these deeds for CastroCompetition far from close, rip and roastFlip ducks on the skillet, feel it?1-0-5th, the hood, only if the weed was goodRoll it up, make it last like I'm puffin' the pastGaze beyond, where I'm from, brothers don't bargainGods on the grid like Murtogh's and RiggsIf you don't give a *****, then you know what's up***** D.O.D's, with or without the nutsSteady riot, heavy flow, East crush a ghetto deluxMutha*****er, what? Bum rush yaCodeine ice breath, flexin' my biceps***** with me, put your ass forever to sleepYo.What da ***** is wrong with you?What da ***** you gonna do?What da ***** is wrong with you?I'll bust your ass and cap your crewSsss.Yo, blind fury, whatever the force, I'll shake it offEvidence I weight, ghetto cap backs and brothGrew up, a teaspoon, overdose off jamsHot watch, plenty of beats, shots of miligramsStone roller, head up, a shot releaseStay gritty, Black Lordz runnin' the whole cityB-Ball and rampage when I rip the stagePart the Red Sea with a pump and a gaugeNiggaz wanna tailgate, then chase the baitBlack spider, drop brothers like a low riderLashin' my whip, watch brothers abandon shipWhat the *****'s so new, about the shit I do?Chargin' cats to breeze, palm M.C.'sCatch you with mines, niggaz doin' serious timePick up from where I left and cross the globeRepresent E.N.Y., until I die... what!Yo, I spit the live shit, divide the jewelsRave reviews, the nuts on my prosecuteMidwest be the place where I restNo time for the stress, yeah I get sit on with the bestTalk shit, nigga, I hit's the chestYeah, I smoke Philly blunts, nigga, with the best, what?Hard hittin', cigar splittin', now I'm driftin'Hustle just for days, new ways to get paidThem niggaz on the blunt, serve weightTurnin' bricks, nigga, into cash in a dayCheck it -- one man suicide, another man's briefIf you bow down, nigga, you will self defeatTalk is cheap, nigga, show the actions that you speakI know the game plan to a T, street chokeNiggaz can't survive on these streetsYou can feel the words that I say through this beatThis hip hop music be the code for the streetsMy Chi-Town niggaz represent for the streets, what?
