Who The F*** Asked You?

歌詞

Browz they gon' hate you after this one It's one to what? Let's go! [Verse 1:] Who the fuck want a problem with a problem with steam trees Ironman status press cowards with steam tees Catch me in the corner to somethin' wit some mean B'S Im Harlem's best kept secret like I'm Kareem Reed Comfy on the ave cuz I reps my shit I got a crew why I need cops to protect my shit Yeah I know cats haitn' but Im lovin' it Thats why I park before deuce troop it out just for the fuck of it You cant find a nigga in the city thats tougher I got a 3-year run like TS at the Rucker Don't tell me nothin' 'bout who da next to pop Cause everybody who's supposed to been hot done flopped Last year on the mixtapes I heard a lot of greasy rappin' Now niggaz tryin' to see what happened Everybody mad but you see I'm laughing Their careers stuck at the toll I'm E-Z Passin' It's Harlem to the death of me till ain't nothin left for me Fuck showin' em how to do it I gave niggaz recipes And your label knows you garbage Thats why they got you sittin' on the shelf like you was made for a cabbage STUPID! YEAH! I RUN NEW YORK MAN!(Get in touch wit me) [Chorus:] WHO (Who) wanna be the next to get it And become the next statistic in da hood and tell me WHO (Who) wanna try to get luck And get left right beside their truck Nigga lemme know WHO (Who) wanna aim at the statue Let the whole city vote get at'cha Please tell me WHO (Who) wanna call my bluff Who think they friend can't get touched Point him out nigga WHO WHO WHO WHO WHO WHO WHO WHO [Verse 2:] Back on da scene it's ya motherfuckin' man from da block In da H where da cake can buck buck they shots Never solo on da ave always posted with my gang MH get it straight ain't a damn thing change Bang! Back up don't make a nigga have to pull the 'Lac up Hop up the front seat and act up Stomp you all wit some hightops And jump right back in da ESV and re-strap my straps up Make sure my cuff is right fix my jacker And pull my fitted back over my brows and light a sack up You might as well pack up And your album might've been hot but just hearin' you fucked all da tracks up Lotta niggaz gon' get exposed once I do a number Think about it be scared yeah you should wonder Just think about when I swipe da throne And even worse than that just think about when mice come home Niggaz mad cause they raps is lame And I flash them chains gettin' better yearly like Madden games money I know your life don't go past your lane Im passing fully stuffed vanillas you passin' grains This is NYC at its best I grew up runnin' my mouth for free now I breathe for checks and yes! I ain't losin' not a thing Fuck a headlock I got the streets in a million-dollar dream MOTHERFUCKER! YEAH! IT'S ONE TO WHAT?(Harlem) SWAT TEAM! (Your more welcome man) [Chorus] Swat team man! Vado, Al, Reese! Free Mike song thats da campaign Its da statue! Naj 2 They ain't fuckin' with ya boy man E rolla!