What`s Ya Point(ft.fat Joe, Snoop Dogg) Lyrics

What`s Ya Point(ft.fat Joe, Snoop Dogg)

Fat Joe]
Yeah, uh, Terror Squad. (TS)
No Limit fam.
Uh, TS.
(TS)
Yeah yeah yeah, uh.
NY to the NO.
Puttin it down like
what.
Don Cartegena the leader.
Yeah, uh.

Who gives a fuck about a
nigga like you (like you)
Bitch rap cats'll see right through (right
through)
East, west man you know how we do (how we do it)
Down south my
niggas bout it and we bound to take it all from you
I'm from the streets of
NY where the wind don't die
We even try to bake the cake or pie
????,
bust on by for my niggas incarcerated
Where you gotta do life or get your
life confiscated
I often made it through the cold stages
Where the
government supply drugs and breed thugs in all ages
Caucasians givin core
cases
P's chase us like horse races
Battin down on all faces
Everyday
it's like the same old shit
I ain't goin bit, my motto's like make more
hits
Terror Squad and the No Limit fam for life
Don Cartegena, Mama
Mia
[Mia X]
Yeah, that's right

Chorus
[Mia X/Fat
Joe/Snoop]
What's your point nigga, what you tryin to say
We got the same
types of thugs right around my way x4

[Snoop Dogg]
Walkin through
your backyard, knockin down your trash
You move too fast and I'm a blast
your ass
Will a nigga do this or will a nigga do that
Just know that my
four four packed, don't pull back
So roll back, regroup, thank me 'for you
come up
Please put your gun up, fool you gettin done up
I'm one up on
every motherfucker in the giddame
Act like you don't know my motherfuckin
niddame
And things won't never be the same again
Ain't no slippin to the
quicken, we hit this game again
What's your name again, I'm the capital
S
You know the motherfuckin rest, I'm from the motherfuckin west
Side of
the coast, east side of the beach
School of hard knocks, graduated straight
from the streets
Shit, my hair got longer and my pockets got bigger
I got
love for real nigga so what's up jigga

Chorus x4

[Mia X]
I'm
from the itty bitty city at the bottom of the Mississippi river
Where niggas
quick to kill ya if they don't feel ya
Still the southern hospitality is all
good
Just don't be fuckin around in none of them small hoods
Mama Mia,
the queen of the south
Who states somethin like the one in my mouth
Love
the NO, represent it till the day that I die
But I'm makin merges from CA to
NY
And the tight connections, Terror Squad and DPG
And TRU soldiers
nigga, N-O-L-I-M-I-T
We all the same, we used to slangin when we gangin
niggas
I slang the pound different but we all about the drama
Hit the
enemies down
Send your whole block all covered in duct tape ??? down
Get
the ransom out this motherfucker
Love of the hood, we stay representin

Yall don't recognize a soldier blood and thugs love us in a
song

Chorus x4

[Snoop Dogg]
Say what, say what?
Say what,
say what?
Same shit, same shit.
Same shit.
Same shit go down in my
hood go down in your hood.
From New Orleans to Long Beach to New York.
To
Alabama.
To motherfuckin Connecticut.
Overseas where the G's don't even
speak this shit.
Same shit go down.
Niggas need to unite, get this
paper.
Cause we on a mission.
Terror Squad, No Limit, DPG.
That's how
we doin this shit.
Peace.