What the F#%k You Want!!

Ha (Ha) Ha (Ha) Ha (Ha) Ha, ha (Huuh!)

Ha! (Ha) Ha, ha (Haha)

Yeah, yeah (Yeah-yeah) Yeah, yeah (Yeah) Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

(Flipmode motherfucker) What, what, nigga, ha, ha, ha, ha

(Flipmode motherfucker) Ha, yo, yo

(What the fuck you want, what the fuck nigga?) Ha, ha, ha, ha

(What you want, what the fuck nigga?) Ha, ha, ha, huh

Yo, yo, yo, y-yo, y-yo, yo (We gon hit it down like this, nigga what?)

Check it out (Check it out)

I be (Huh), testin' your faith and wreckin' your face, invadin' your space (Hah)

And watch the tables turn like you're tradin' a place (Huh)

I pull stunts like Evel Knievel (Huh), me and my people fly like an eagle

And blow your entire cathedral (Hah), hurry, hurry, don't worry, worry

Hit y'all with a flurry flurry of jabs, leavin' y'all niggas blurry blurry (Ah, hah)

Brew up some shit like I'm cookin' for y'all (Huh)

When I'm done then I come lookin' for y'all

(Huh, huh, hold up, hold up)

Federal cases (Hah) 'cause nuff bodies end up in medical places

In they blood finding them chemical traces (Hah)

Leavin' special investigators going through skeptical phases

While we gettin' money the decimal changes (Huh)

I was a Seventh Day Adventist apprentice (Hah)

Now I strike with a vengeance, blowin' the door right up off of the hinges (Waaah!)

This be that, "Put Your Out Your Misery" song

And make you ask your man is this the joint he dissin' me on

(That's when I ask)

What the fuck nigga what you want?

What the fuck nigga what you want?

What the fuck nigga what you want

What the fuck nigga what you want

What the fuck nigga what you want

What the fuck nigga what you want

What the fuck nigga what you want

What the fuck nigga what you want

What the fuck nigga what you want

What the fuck nigga what you want

What the fuck nigga

Moving your muscle and doin' the hustle

See nowadays we gettin' money like Russell

Who really wanna tussle? Challenge the super saber in a nigga

Blast the challenger way out of space, like Galaga nigga

Battle star Galactica, cross my diameter nigga

Derange your whole circular shape, into triangular nigga

Yo, so what it was my fault?

That I had to bring this shit to a screamin' halt?

What you need to do is open up the vault

That's why I make sure, that my vest'll be on

So when I blast you, and your additional stress'll be gone

Then I sprinkle just a little bit of salt, on your plans

And watch your shit shrivel up right in the palm of my hands

I ain't afraid of ya, but I thank all of my niggas for saving ya

I was about to take you back, to when your mother was makin' ya

Clappin' you up, slappin' you up, trappin' you up

Holdin' you hostage, duct tapin' and Saran wrappin' you up (Yo)

First she was sober, now I smell the aroma

Put you in a Trans, and slip into an irreversible coma

Fuck y'all cubic zirconium niggas, it's over

Closin' in on all y'all niggas, while we're movin' in a little closer

Then I evaluate and elaborate, confiscate yo' shit

And dare your ass to retaliate

(That's when I ask)

What the fuck nigga what you want?

What the fuck nigga what you want?

What the fuck nigga what you want?

What the fuck nigga what you want?

What the fuck nigga what you want?

What the fuck nigga what you want?

What the fuck nigga what you want?

What the fuck nigga what you want?

What the fuck nigga what you want?

What the fuck nigga what you want?

What the fuck nigga what you want?

What the fuck nigga what you want?

What the fuck nigga what you want?

What the fuck nigga what you want?

Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh! (Aaaaaaaaah!)

Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh! (Aaaaaaaaah!)

Fuck! (Fuck)

-- Synced by NoMan --