What Y'all Wanna Do

[Intro] What y'all wanna to do What y'all wanna to do nuttin' I'm rite in front of u frontin' U kno how tha ballas do I'm stuntin' It's nothin [Verse] Now how I'm gon' leave it alone? The neighborhood needs me To hop on a record and make it look easy Another cd you could take as a freebie I'm chasin the number one place on your t.v Who's known for takin' somethin' and makin' freezin' Come close, I'm gon' be in the post To make a long story short big story about me and toast I'll turn your emcee to a ghost throwin' dirt in my name Tie him up and keep feedin' him soap Careful the NYPD want your throat Any nigga with eyes can see he a joke And he gon' hang himself all he need is the rope We ain't have shit but nine militers and hope The stress of bein' broke turns weed into smoke And I fear no man if he can breathe he can choke I'm hot from the trops to the barbershops I move units from the towers to the mom & pops Hobbs blue, green, and white diamond blocks Makin' 'em sick like the feelin' when the condom pops Eight 8's T.V.'s all kind of drops No stress I'ma come home best Eskimo flow bring the doe slow it's a no show You know the fo' go everywhere, I'm solo Bout to hit the industry with a low blow Playin' hatin' on me it's a no no (No) Step up or get stepped on Matter fact step through your whole rep gone Niggas walk around like they have teflon They ain't even carrying, they all wet bomb Out here you do the creep [?] get crept on, I'm gone [Outro] Yeah! Boy! The fuck you thought something changed, man? We run this shit, man, y'all niggas get the fuck out the way, man Go somewhere, go fall down the steps or something, man Hurry up You niggas ain't makin' no money All you doin' is makin' noise, man Ha ha hah We make hits Bitch! The Unit Yeah