Who Are We (2023 Remastered)

Now who are we y'all? (Us)

Shit, is it funky y'all? Come on (Hell yeah)

Now, now does it feel good y'all? (Yeah)

Well good God (What?)

This is for my niggas that's been down for all

What's the name y'all? (Us)

Shit, is it funky y'all? (Hell yeah)

Now, now does it feel good y'all? (Yeah)

Well good God (What?)

This is for my niggas that's been reppin' the squad

Let me tell you why we comin' through

Chill for a sec, I got so much to say to you

Slum will be around for a minute

'Cause we ain't done with this shit and we just ain't finished

Fuck around and get beat down in Nashville business

Got my foot pressed with shit that just ain't gon' diminish

Blah, take these bullets as we serve 'em up like tennis

And we show the winners and show us my shit is in the Guinness

Ayy, sit down son, let me show you what we tryna do

We tryna get rid of all you sick rap animals

We mad rap hunters and we split you like a cantaloupe

Tell me y'all, sit down and show me what you tryna do

(Uh, hello? Who is this?)

They call me and it's on

Then I sneak up like a snake that's spittin' venom on your lawn

Like I said once before, watch the Slum

'Cause we comin' through and chill for a sec

I got so much to say to you

Now I meant what I said when I said what I told ya

It's D-Clique, we them hardcore soldiers

Enough said when you say a nigga can't come

With the hardcore rhymes, hardcore drums

Now who would've thought that them niggas came close to

Platinum status without all exposure

You gotta pay dues in this hip-hop culture

I meant what I said, I meant what I told ya

Now who the fuck is the S?

Can't a nigga make a couple dollars in this bitch?

Don't you wanna get paid? (Yeah)

Well God damn (What?)

Where my niggas who free from Uncle Sam?

Put your hands in the air (What up?)

The ultimatum is gettin' paid, you with it? (Hell yeah)

Well let's get that, my nigga you with this? (Yeah)

What the fuck?

This for my niggas who came ballin' off

And changed things, had a whole bunch bite shit

Sure enough we had a whole state of niggas on the tip

From the top, let it start when we first started this

Rags to the stick and, and we chill in basements

It was sweet, niggas wildin' out, back to basics

Wanted it so hard some niggas could even taste it

So we shopped around and helped

Yeah, they was feelin' Duke

Fucked it with Pete Fikes, Common, Tip and The Roots

J.D. with the Omen y'all, picture him

Trey Lu, shit is finna change y'all

Everything is lookin' beautiful

We finally gettin' shine and so we signed to A&M

Thanks to Barack and Tim, they never left us on a limb

Even though motherfuckin' A&M deal fell through

Switched to Interscope, relationship seemed brand new

Had to move far, but it sure took a while

It's two years down the line and ain't got shit out

'Til we moved to Goodbye

What we finally made it happen

But we got black so many times it should've went platinum

But we parted ways, but we still speak to this very day

Reach the Bahamas via Chris Vaughn, feelin' Macklemore

Shit, we back just to hit y'all niggas where you sittin' at

Hit the Philly crowd, the blast of a nigga's gat

Shit, and we still ain't done for you

Just chill for a sec, I got so much to say to you

Now who are we niggas? (Us)

Shit, is it funky y'all? (Hell yeah)

Now, now does it feel good y'all? (Yeah)

Well good God (What?)

This is for my niggas that's been down for all

Now who the fuck is the S?

Can't a nigga make a couple dollars in this bitch?

Don't you wanna get paid? (Yeah)

Well God damn (What?)

Where my niggas who free from Uncle Sam?

Put your hands in the air (What up?)

The ultimatum is gettin' paid, you with it? (Hell yeah)

Well let's get that, my nigga you with this? (Yeah)

What the fuck?

This for my niggas who came ballin' off

Y'all ain't ready for this

Chicago niggas

It's the end of the line