Silkk The Shocker

Silkk The Shocker - You Know What We Bout lyrics

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(feat. Jay-Z, Master P)



{Master P}

Yo Silkk

{Silkk}

What up?

{Master P}

Tell Jigga we need 4 apples,


2 bananas and 5 oranges

{Silkk}

You sure?

{Master P}

Nigga, he know what I'm talkin 'bout

{Silkk}

Aight, I'll get him on the phone

{Master P}

From my block to yo block nigga

the world belongs to who?


{Silkk the Shocker}

The world belongs to us

you can do what you wanna do

what you gon do? Huh? What?

The streets belong to us

you can do what you wanna do

what you gon do? Huh? What?


Yo from the South to the East nigga, from the streets to the burbs

I fuck wit that when they talk, the speech just be slurred

You know me Mr. Got dough, Mr. Got flow

Couldn't figure our out which one wanted both of 'em so

Mr. Got both - if you hate me stop, if you jealous

Silkk the Shock, Jigga, No Limit, Master P, Roc-A-Fella

Used to cop bricks for 30

Now I do nothin but sit back and drop hits, ya heard me?

I ain't nothin but a thug that got rich ya heard me

Drop the top when it's hot

If not call Jay tell him blow the mall up and

come and shop in jersey

You know what I did, you know how I come

You wouldn't even think about testin me dog if you know what I done

Didn't change a bit, I'm still thuggish, still thuggin

Niggaz ask how much money I got do math

You know how to add I'm P little brother

Shit, I can't tell y'all nothin I gotta show y'all

real in this, I'm as real as it gets I told y'all

Yo I sleep thru the rain, sleep thru the pain

Would have knew about me but you don't

Cause know why, cuase you was sleep when I came

But I'm here now, y'all suckas fear now

Look, plan on bein on top, don't stop, plan on bein hot year round

I don't do it for no love, I do it for the thugs

Do it for my block, do it for the VIP spots in the club

It's hard to stop this life like it's hard to call cocked dice

We ain't nothin but some bout it, bout it niggaz

that live the "Hard Knock Life"


From my block to yo block, it's a sho' shot

we out the door, out the most, and the flow don't stop

you know what we do, you know what we 'bout

you know what we do, you know what we 'bout


From my block to yo block, it's a sho' shot

we out the door, out the most, and the flow don't stop

from the ghetto to the suburbs, from Marcy to the 3rd

you know what we do when we come thru, ya heard?


{Jay-Z}

In the south nigga

Deep in the four door, watchin that old dog

or in the club nigga, shakin' them hoes off

Poppin my foes off ain't nothin changed

or catch me on the block with thugs knockin the o's off

Baggin that 'dro nigga, stackin that dough

Clappin at foes and I'm laughin at hoes

Holdin them dice and I'm breakin yo bank

You see the shit Roc-A-Fella make wit The Tank

Even without the airplay platinum off of heresay

It's your year Jay get off my dick

Been my year, you talkin to a winner here

Iceberg winter's wear, linen chair

My style in fact, money ain't come from rap

And we can take it right back if it comes to that

Block or Billboard, you gotta feel dog

I stay real y'all, that's how I kill y'all


{Master P}

I used to rap, now b-ball's my life

Move that house on the lake for the kids and wife

Check the bank account, it's seven figures

Who that Rolls in the video for, it's mines nigga

I got game, ask the players in the pro's

Who got shot, it ain't my fault

(ohhhh it ain't my fault) he owed me dough

Independent, black-owned, my world, my country

No Limit and Roc-A-Fella run this like drug money

So can I get a huh, huh? A what, what?

Pass the weed cause soldiers like to puff, puff

From the South to the East baby, baby

A couple of unggggh's now they gotta pay me

And flip bricks with ghetto chicks with no dicks

and nine's with no clips and sides wit no chips

come fast or slow, from cheddar to dough

Master P, Silkk the Shocker, Jay-Z

the rowdiest niggaz you know


{Silkk}

Get ya money dog

Get ya money y'all

Get ya money dog

Get ya money y'all

Get ya money dog

Get ya money y'all

Get ya, get ya money do

Get ya, get ya


From the South, to the Midwest

to the East, to the West whatever

Y'all get y'all money y'all

From my block to yo block, it just don't stop
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