What U Lookin` 4 Lyrics

What U Lookin` 4 lyrics

It goes one for the mind and two for the money
Who dat wit skull tattooes and
his nose runny
It's me that funky MC the Rrr ah E
Indubitably I'm Jersey
down to Mitentry
Officer you're hawkin the ninety three Landcruise
When
it's real criminals you should be watchin for
Get off my dick for what you
don't got
Plus you probably never licked a shot on your block
Walkin to
my car witcha nine out the holster
Put your hands on the steering wheel like
ya sposed ta
I cooperate don't give the redneck no hassle
Because too many
mistakes be happening to black folk

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I said what the
fuck are you lookin 4?
Can't a young man make money anymore?
Hah hah,
leave ya butt naked...
I said what the fuck are you lookin 4?
Can't a
young man make money anymore?

Aiyyo stash that weed up while me and the
cop is riffin
Damn I knew I shoulda got that stash box built-in
But it's
alright cause me and my niggaz roll tight
We all think alike, we jump out
whoever packin pipe
Don't they know who's the freak from the East?
I get
faded like Chong and Cheech without bleach
And started spittin game 'fore
these cops start to reach
on these creeps, showin mentality from the
streets
Even though we had a half a pound by the seats
My peeps never
tweek, we handle shit when there's heat
Since one cop was white the otha was
a brotha
I pulled out my tape and front page of the cover
of The Source,
told him me and Janet's on tour
Broke it down to who's my boss and who I rap
for
Plus them niggaz, EPMD
Put me D, now I'm runnin with the Green Eyed
B
A-N-D-I-T, and Def Squad camp
Here's your Def Jam tickets and your
autograph
Now haul ass, I got a meetin bout seven
Basically I'm saying
bye bye like Guy

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My license, been suspended, for about
five years
The system got my ass in the jam
Can't even ride to see my fam
in Alabam'
I get petrified everytime I see the man throw the lights on (woop
woop)
The mic's on so I stress it
Shit I'm haulin ass before I start
undressin
Niggaz on they knees with they hands on the top of the
heads
while the Feds crack jokes with the glock in ya
Don't get me wrong I know a
lot of cool cops
That'd let me go if I had two glocks and oowops
But, I
don't, so, I keeps it, real
The five hundred series with deep dish
peels
Quick, my bitch, stash, two clips, between two her tits
before the
cops fuck with the Rrr-ah
I'm a nigga of today a nigga of tomorrow,
beyotch!

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To my people in Kentucky rock rock on word is
bond
Newark New Jersey rock rock on word is bond
Atlanta Georgia rock rock
on word is bond
Connecticut rock rock on word is bond
To my people up in
Queens rock rock on word is bond
Bri-donx in the house rock rock on word is
bond
Virginia's in this bitch rock rock on word is bond
San Francisco
rock rock on word is bond

Yeah, bitch ass niggaz rock this!