Whatcha Gonna Do (feat. Method Man & DMX)

Def Jam, what?
 The remix, yeah
 Come along
 What, what?
 I said, "I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?
 I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do?
 I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?
 I could give it to you but what, but what, what, what?
 I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?
 When I'm in Daygo, I'm bumpin' my music
 With my dog and dogettes we loop loop
 Me and lil' Trook like book and Luke duke
 Now come see me get me Lex coupe
 'Cuz this song'll be bigger than there it is Whoop Whoop
 Whatcha gon do with it baby when I give you some?
 Wha-wha-what what what? Hit him in the gut
 If you don't know the scoop then keep your mouth shut
 Flow what? Flow 'cause I got flow
 See me walkin' on the moon by 2004
 Party with the OG's spaceships and gold D's
 If they don't make no songs like these, plow, plow
 'Cuz it's my style when I flex, go next, flow next
 I said, "I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?
 I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do?
 I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?
 I could give it to you but wha-what? Wha-what?
 I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood
 I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider
 I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood
 I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider
 Yo, place your order for slaughter
 You got balls to walk up, you leave on the walker
 You oughta be hittin' more tracks than Nauta
 My little friend barks like Roof, that's why I brought her
 Brooklyneese, head cheese and charge
 When you see me, cock it back, squeeze it hard
 Or I scare the shit out you, bring the bitch out ya
 Xstort your rhyme until you're puttin' your house up
 Niggas in the hood no doubt could blow the trial
 I'm so cool I be shoppin' in the frozen aisle
 Gimme that mic, you don't got no wheels
 Look through the periscope, that locked you in
 Started bustin' like the white boy in higher learning
 Stick you up more than hair when you put perm in
 Die, be a kleptomaniac in disguise
 I even take eyes outta seven thirty fives
 Dub, Mack 10, wha-what? Wha-what? What?
 I'm 'bout to tear a chicken head gu-gut, gu-gut, gut
 I said, "I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?
 I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do?
 I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?
 I could give it to you but what, but what, what, what?
 I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood
 I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider
 I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood
 I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider
 Jayo say, "What, what? I say, "Whoop, whoop"
 Bangin' through the wood in the 84 coupe
 When it come to gangsta raps, you know, Mack got 'em
 Still saggin' in khakis with the cuff on the bottom
 Hip hop or yayo, you don't roll like 1-0
 Twenty chrome on the Benz, thirteen gold on the four
 From the way I twist my fingers, you know, I'm from
 So much ice on my wrist that my hand feels numb
 I start flippin' off sherm or the green that be stickin'
 Though I rock the microphone, I can still sell a chicken
 Hoo bangin' affiliates from the W S C
 Mack 10, Young G with the Recipe
 Hit 'em again, hit 'em again
 Who's the triple braided beard, baby?
 Hustla when it comes to my gram
 WC, clatter for chatter clearin' the section
 Bangin' a bandana, slangin' the westside connection
 Testin', microphone checkin', check out my melons
 Smashin' misdemeanors, mashin' with Jayo Felony
 Steadily, chasin' them ends, wreckin' the mirrors slow
 Loc, I'm too sexy for my fuckin' Benzo
 I said, "I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?
 I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do?
 I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?
 I could give it to you but what, but what, what, what?
 I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood
 I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider
 I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood
 I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider