Who's Comin Wit Da Shit Na- featuring Willie Stubz

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My glock, will make the whole fucking block rumble
 Y'all niggers need to watch me approaching in double
 See I aint got a pop to piss,
 Watching you homo niggers pop that chriss
 Drive by me hanging out that riff
 See if a nigger don't chop it off
 Y'all nigger's talk too much shit, y'all need to nock it off
 Catch your mum coming off the train
 Put an ice pick in the back of her brain, it's that plain
 I want everything or nothing at all
 Give you more smash than whatcha-m'call
 I get love when I shop at the mall (JuJu)
 They all atcha throwing down at your feet,
 Always acting like something sweet
 You don't know me, homie
 I'm lifeless, always getting caught in a crisis
 The only way out now is the write this
 Everybody kiss my ass, coz i'm only flying business class
 You cant afford it nigger, don't ask
 If it aint Psycho its JuJu
 And if it aint JuJu its Psycho - 'Who's comin wit da shit na'
 If it aint JuJu its Psycho
 And if it aint Psycho its JuJu - 'Who's comin wit da shit na'
 Aiyyo, niggers wanna ban me like rice cakes
 So I grab my Nuts, and tell 'em 'have a nice day'
 They wanna hate on me, all day
 Talk shit, likes its ok
 And my reply is, noway José
 You popping so much bull i'm ready to say?
 We drop the illest joints, that get no play
 All these industry cats, cant stop the funk
 So hit the deck, when I turn this up, and pop the truck
 And circulate, the state like a Charlie
 Gonna keep the party, peoples hands up, like volleyball
 Its big physc, making big money stacks,
 Retaliating on you funny cats with murder tracks â
 If it aint Psycho its JuJu
 And if it aint JuJu its Psycho - 'Who's comin wit da shit na'
 If it aint JuJu its Psycho
 And if it aint Psycho its JuJu - 'Who's comin wit da shit na'
 If it aint Psycho its JuJu
 And if it aint JuJu its Psycho - 'Who's comin wit da shit na'
 If it aint JuJu its Psycho
 And if it aint Psycho its JuJu - 'Who's comin wit da shit na'
 Heads bop to the beat, put your rocks at your feet
 On the block with fleet, base rattles the concrete
 Spit, heat like summer, let it clap like thunder
 I'm always in and out of the hood, politician was good
 Let my pen write on paper, party in the skyscraper
 Who's the amazing, Willy Stubs, blazing the haze and
 Hot like the mother-fucking hell that I be raising
 Pimp shorty, short me like, please don't report me
 My life's? Whilst I'm only out to get the jewellery
 Three heavy weights on the triple beam it seems
 Don't ever preach us, you'll finally decompose in the mud
 Willy Stubs and Beatnuts, Beatnuts and Willy Stubs- âcha-cha-cha forward, backâ
 Got you hoping for the new shit, exclusive, we bombing
 Killer instincts alarming, now who the fuck you harming?
 Your foaming like the five? This joints double
 Official, that's why we're gonna shine like crystals Bling
 âUh, yea, we requested this or we rewind itâ
 Who's coming wit da shit na?
 Who's coming wit da shit na?
 Who's coming wit da shit na?
 Who's coming wit da shit na?
 Who's coming wit da shit na?
 Who's coming wit da shit na?
 Who's coming wit da shit na?
 Who's coming wit da shit na?
 

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Duration
03:25
Key
1
Tempo
91 BPM

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