Everything Ya Got

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch] Put 'em in the air, motherfucker, or pop back Show me that that gun work, you talking is like that 'Cause I'ma take everything, to the engagement ring To a little Italian bags, the whole ba-da-bing Sheek on his pirate shit, 1 patch, 1 room [?] Working out, eating salmon, on some diet shit Waiting for niggas to cock back and try it shit Fuck that, I go to war with the blue suit Just for fun, I clap at niggas that's too cute Eat a dick, you ain't saying nothing slick to a can of oil I used to run around with a stick and [?] foil Had to fall back, 'cause my mama blood pressure would boil Used to roll with Universal, but that shit was [?] Now with Cotch, I think I'll cop everything I don't play, I aim at your head and say Nigga [Verse 2: J-Hood] I take everything you got, like a nigga on [?] [?] shit flip twice, and put it on my man [?] I ain't asking you for shit, [?] make you come out [?] P Miller style, uh, I'ma see if he 'bout it I want everything, bitch, strip down to your socks Just for thinking you can fuck with J-Hood and D-Block [?] You already know what it is, nigga, you [?] You used to having [?] now it's owned by me [?] fuck back before I call Louch and P I don't need to at all, I handle y'all on my dolo Y'all disgusting with this homo rap, it's fucking up my mojo I done took everything, y'all could possibly give Shut your mouth and be happy, that I'm letting you live Split your head like a cantaloupe, and slice up your [?] [?] lyrical precision, [?] stay with the [?] [Verse 3: Styles P] Take everything you got, like you gave it, nigga Catch you at the A.T.M., go in your savings, nigga Or else get hit with the shit that I'm waving, nigga Give up your cable, nigga Or I'ma make sure you disabled, nigga Not able to move, or able to speak That's how it is if a nigga ain't able to eat I could see the victim in him, the bitch in him While I get the money, I [?] in him Sentimental nigga, moving slow, gun butt him in the temple, nigga, tell his ass hurry up Or we gon' hit him in he stomach with the pump Let it dump till this man thinking he throwing fucking curry up You know the ghetto real, you know the motto We get them fore they get us Bury them for they bury us Never put my shit away Blow a splif away Asking them bitch niggas, wouldn't you like to get away?