Give Them What They Ask For

Fuck that club (Shit) They want that thug (Shit) But I ain't no thug (Bitch) And I ain't no gangsta (Bitch) I'm a hustler, ho And I got no problem if you want it You can get it, boy, I bust you Anybody wanna test? Hi, who? Me P I to the motherfuckin' T It's not my fault that your bitch chose me Now her and her girlfriend wanna do me This is for them boys in them Chevys sittin' On them King James, them two, threes And if you got a problem with me Holla at my lawyer, bitch, sue me I'm tired of the fuck boy rap Fuck boy this, fuck boy that Watch a couple movies and they put it in they rhyme Wanna be fiddlers, I'm straight, you get shot nine times Ten years in the game since ninety nine I was speakin' my mind, yes sir And then shit changed, if you got a problem Bitch cross that kinda line I'ma give 'em what they ask for What they want, that street talk I'ma give 'em what they ask for What they want, that chopper talk I'ma give 'em what they ask for What they want, that dope talk I'ma give 'em what they ask for That trap boy, jack boy shit I'ma tell y'all boy, y'all boys got me fucked up (Yeah, straight up) Better duck when them things buck, I ain't nigga boy Nigga what? Nigga who? Who the fuck is you? Talkin' to me like you know me Ain't your dog, ain't your buddy, ain't your homie Nah brah not me and if you spit it better live it Better in fact, better show me I'ma make em say, uhh Not even Master P could crack like this And you ain't never seen a chico in the gang This raw since pawn that could rap like this (TS) I hear them and they raps about the coke And the crack and the click to the clack But to me it's chit chat Blam, motherfucker, take that, now I'ma give 'em what they ask for What they want, that street talk I'ma give 'em what they ask for What they want, that chopper talk I'ma give 'em what they ask for What they want, that dope talk I'ma give 'em what they ask for That trap boy, jack boy shit I'ma spit it, flip it, rip it for them boys Makin' digits off the coke when they whip it Ride a stick, double clip it One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi Cock back, click it, blam Poppin' what you think is last What you wanna do is get found In a trunk in a lake and stankin' I took my money from the shoe box Now I bank it, foolish, ain't it? I'ma give 'em what they ask for What they want, that street talk I'ma give 'em what they ask for What they want, that chopper talk I'ma give 'em what they ask for What they want, that dope talk I'ma give 'em what they ask for That trap boy, jack boy shit I'ma give 'em what they ask for What they want, that street talk I'ma give 'em what they ask for What they want, that chopper talk I'ma give 'em what they ask for What they want, that dope talk I'ma give 'em what they ask for That trap boy, jack boy shit Fuck that club (Shit) They want that thug (Shit) But I ain't no thug (Bitch) And I ain't no gangsta (Bitch) I'm a hustler, ho And I got no problem if you want it You can get it, boy, I bust you