Give Them What They Ask for Lyrics
F_ck that club (sh_t)
They want that thug (sh_t)
But I ain't no thug, b_tch
And I ain't no gangsta, b_tch
I'm a hustler, ho
And I got no problem
If you want it you can get it, boy I bust you
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Anybody wanna test? Hi, who? Me
P-I to the motherf_ckin' T
It's not my fault that your b_tch chose me,
now her and her girlfriend wanna do me
This is for those boys in those Chevys sittin' on them King James,
them 2-3s
And if you got a problem with me, holla at my lawyer, b_tch, sue me
I'm tired of the f_ck-boy rap, f_ck-boy this, f_ck-boy that
Watch a couple movies and they put it in they rhyme,
those wanna be fiddlers
I'm straight, you get shot 9 times
10 years in the game, since 99, I was speakin' my mind (Yes sir)
And then sh_t changed, if you got a problem, b_tch cross that kinda line
[Chorus]
I'ma give em what they ask for
What they want, that street talk
I'ma give em what they ask for
What they want, that chopper talk
I'ma give em what they ask for
What they want, that dope talk
I'ma give em what they ask for,
That trap-boy jackboy sh_t
I'ma tell y'all boy, y'all boys got me f_cked up (yeah, straight up)
Better duck when them things buck, I ain't n_gga boy, n_gga what,
n_gga who, who the f_ck is you?
Talkin to me like you know me
Ain't your dog, ain't your buddy, ain't your homie
Nah brah not me, and if you spit it better live it, better in fact,
better show me
I'ma make em say UHHH, not even Master P could crack like this
And you ain't never seen a chico in the gang this raw since pawn that could
rap like this (TS)
I hear them and they raps about the coke and the crack and
the click to the clack, but to me it's chit chat
Blam! Motherf_cker take that, now!
[Chorus]
I'ma spit it, flip it, rip it for them boys
Makin digits off the coke when they whip it
Ride a stick, double clip it
One mississippi, two mississippi, three mississipi, cock back, click it, blam!
Poppin what you think is last, what you wanna do
is get found in a trunk in a lake and stankin'
I took my money from the shoebox, now I bank it
Foolish, ain't it?
[Chorus]
F_ck that club (sh_t)
They want that thug (sh_t)
But I ain't no thug, b_tch
And I ain't no gangsta, b_tch
I'm a hustler, ho
And I got no problem
If you want it you can get it 'fo I bust you