What Chu Want (feat. X-1)

What chu want? What chu want? What chu want? What chu want? What chu want? Everything I could get What chu want? What chu want? What chu want? I want it all What chu want? I want everything, I want everything Sticky Fingaz, X-1, what! Official Nast' I want the coke spots, cartell, the drug blocks I want mad guns, four 5's and magnums I want my own club, mad dough with no love I want a dumb chick, carry work or bust trips I want my own hood, projects to boulevards I wanna wild out, smoke blunts and blow hard I want more clothes, ill crib and wardrobes I want your ice, your wife, or your life The bottom line is, I want everything The credit cards to the wedding ring Outta state strips would have to be basic 98 percent shit, make a fiend brain shit Face it, X-1, no doubt, I'm way sick I need weed spots, at least two on each block You got ones, I got big heads in my knot How 'bout a drop top cranberry six with deep dish? Whore house with nothing but cheap chicks Now peep this, I wanna be rich It's no secret, but I was always known as a thief I want in on every crack sold in the street Holdin' the heat, on top 'til I'm old with no teeth Blast three through your artery, it's hard killin' me I love artillery, particularly AP-1s Is my specialty, especially I want y'all to know Fuck y'all niggas if you ain't feeling me I want drop tops, chop shops and pay cops I wanna lay low, with police on pay roll I want the ill scam, five G's off ten grams I want hydro, five pounds in garbage cans I want a bad bitch, fat ass with no flaws I want two of them, twins without no drawers I want cell phones, fast cars, and mad chrome I want a crack house, so fiends could black out I want a hundred mill, tax free in big unmarked bills If I don't get it, tampons for the blood I'ma spill I just wanna pull the trigger for the love of the thrill I just wanna battle niggas for they publishing deals I'm greedy, selfish, I hate to share Want a different burner every day to match my gear Well, meet Janet and Jennifer to have a threesome Fall out getting brain, don't wake up 'til three somethin' Want beef, nigga? We could go squeeze nines 'Til you dead or waving white flags and peace signs Want all my niggas free that got strikes three times And so much ice on my watch, I could freeze time You violate, you get clapped in the head Want B.I.G. and Makaveli to come back from the dead Want that CL-500 coupe, chromed out platinum (What chu mean?) What am I saying? I got one! I want more techs, your presidential rolex I want nine lives, you gotta kill me nine times I want air play, from New York to LA I wanna murder shit, get caught and get away with it I want the good weed, light green with no seeds I want a E-Class, rob banks with ski masks I want the basics, ice chains and bracelets I want your necklace, the keys to your Lexus I want a hotel, strictly for dope sales I want Bo guard, max out your gold card I wanna hit stars, spend money in strip bars I want a crime spree, but get off scott free I want lump sums, CDs and trust funds I want y'all wack rappers to stop bitin' my clique I want your props, I want your whole crew knocked I want y'all punk niggas, just to get off my dick What! What! What chu want? What! What! What! What chu want? What chu want? What chu want? What chu want? What chu want? I want it all, what chu want? I want everything, what chu want? I want the whole fucking world, know what I'm saying? Word up? what you want? Yo, what's up, you sellin' weed? I got that for 20 You got the green and brown shit I got that fly shit Alright, let me get one of that shit Oh shit, Killa Word up nigga Oh shit, nigga what's up fam Ain't seen you in a long time nigga, where you been at? I've been locked up nigga I just did ten joints god (Word?) Yeah Oh, good lookin' nigga What's up Nacy? I know it's been a long time man But that was some crap shit that you did Fuck you talkin' about nigga? Fuck you mean what I'm talkin' about Nigga, ain't do nothin' to that nigga man That shit was an accident son Know what I'm sayin'? I was just doing what I had to do god So I do what I got to do right? Yo son, It ain't got to be like that Yo! Get the fuck, get the fuck from around- Anytime I see you back around here You won't fuckin' walk I'ma lay your bitch ass out, alright? I'm out A yo what the fuck happened? Nothin' happened