Gimmewhutchagot Lyrics

Gimmewhutchagot lyrics

featuring Barshawn

Kurupt:
Yo Barshawn
Gimmewhutchagot
nigga
Come and drip into the realm of the X files
Gimmewhutchagot
nigga
Gimmewhutchagot nigga
Gimmewhutchagot nigga
Gimmewhutchagot
nigga

Get your position correct
Get your ammunition correct
The
tactful tech technician effect(Bitch!)
I got a quarter key
You wanna to
try to stick me for it?
Put the loot up the shoot up and hit me for
it?
Niggaz hang for, do the same thang for it
Penetrate like, uh, poor
the gas, blast and then bang for it
Y'all supposed to be some type of raw
doggs, nigga
Fuck around and get your shit spit like laws,
nigga
Fantasies never formulate
So when you get the formula to
format
Restructure and reshape
Relax or we take all
We make sure we
shake all
We shake tame or aim or flame all
A bitch tried to play me like
nothing's really real
Like I ain't really real and I ain't really got
skills(Bitch!)
I make you hot like ten tons of lava rocks
The Juggernaut
crackin niggas like cinder blocks, nigga

Chorus:
Gimmewhuthcagot
nigga
Get blazed, get shot nigga
We make it hot nigga raw
My nigga
Barshawn
Kurupt with the auto-metal cock and draw
I ain't got time to see
what you saw
Beat back mothafucka before I crack your jaw
This ain't about
nothin but life and law
Niggas killin me
What you ice-grillin me
for?

Barshawn:
Now how you gonna let my looks deceive you?
My raps
is lethal
I kicks shit that would amaze you, they daze you
Y'all think my
rhymes is voodoo
For the first time comin through
Ain't been a minute
yet
Already, cats wanna eye-screw
Plottin to pop you
You don't know me
duke
The one that shoot
You all mad cuz I'm spendin loot
That you all
broke ass niggas been tryin to scoop
See I done paid my dues
Don't be
fooled by the pretty boy image
Cuz you'll get blasted up in less than a
minute
It's Barshawn and Kurupt, y'all gonna feel it
Cuz when I bless a
track, I spit venom in it
So how you wanna do it, rappin or
gun-clappin
Either or, it could happen
Kurupt, move the glock to his
mouth for they gappin
I bet next time you stay in a child's place
This is
Rome folks talkin, you don't relate
If you can't hold the weight, then don't
debate
Kurupt: Pushin crates, headed upstate with chrome plates (check it
out)

Chorus:
Gimmewhuthcagot nigga
Get blazed, get shot
nigga
We make it hot nigga raw
My nigga Barshawn
Kurupt with the
auto-metal cock and draw
I ain't got time to see what you saw
Beat back
mothafucka before I crack your jaw
This ain't about nothin but life and
law
Niggas killin me
What you ice-grillin me for?

Barshawn:
You
all fiend, daydream for cream I've seen
Eyes gleam for the drop-top I be
in
You wanna end my life, my niggaz ain't seein
If so happen you did
that
Where the fuck you expect the rest at?
We got that too comin through
a quarter to two
Blazin they duct-tapin you and your boo
All at the
revenue stand, we was once a crew
Mad tight, but that's life
I learned
the game
Same cats that you roll with will split your game
See I'm in it
for the cheese nigga
Fuck the fame (nigga, fuck the fame, mothafuck the
fame)

Kurupt:
I play the nickel-plated position get
penetrated
Popes just pause, I rise with my doggs
And collar clothes
impact and enthrone
Gone, zone the dome and then blown
I heard raw before
I saw raw before
Mack milli's, mack 11's and four-four's
Me and my nigga
Shawn
What you got weight on your shoulders
The freons gettin
colder
Me and my nigga Deion's hittin corners
I got a beam on you
chest-high
Fuck around and get your fuckin chest right
I spreads like bad
news
Bitches get played like the blues
Blowin dicks like
whistles
Launch like missles
Pop like pistols
And confuse, misuse,
enthuse, abuse, buy the twos
Cuz I refuse to chill like EP
I prefer to
get high live with the DP
You ain't raw nigga You more like subtle
Fuck
you and your rebuttal You laid in a puddle
It's a storm, form reform your
label form
Keep calm or keep drippin in the twist of the
swarm

(Chorus)

Kurupt, young Gotti
West Coast, East Coast
nigga
Raw doggs

(Chorus)

Gimmewhutchagot
nigga
Gimmewhutchagot nigga