We Got Chu

[Chorus: Fredro Starr]

This is for that real hip hop we got u

For all my killers on keep lock we got u

For all the kids playing the block we got u

We got u yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

This is for that real hip hop we got u

For all my killers on keep lock we got u

For all the kids playing the block we got u

We got u we got u

[Verse 1: Fredro Starr]

I move wit move shakers u move wit move fakers

Just copped the crib and moved on 2 acres

So who next to test this I could attest this

Just gotta text from my connect from Texas

My tech is fully automatic just ordered thе patak

I got a dis order. I'm... sorta fanatic

For nice whips nice chicks and Nikе kicks size

9 and half the 9 in the stash

I used to use the 9 and the mask to go stick shit up yo stick what up

Now we got cash they wanna stick us up

Just copped the new truck all these new bucks

Shooting in the hood they got em bringing out the news trucks

Yellow tape white niggas yelling hate

Just got the 20 inches rims wit yellow brakes

I'm accelerating fuck celebration

All my niggas in cells waiting come home to find hell waiting

[Chorus: Fredro Starr]

This is for that real hip hop we got u

For all my niggas on keep lock we got u

For all the kids playing the block we got u

We got u yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

This is for that real hip hop we got u

For all my killers on keep lock we got u

For all the kids playing the block we got u

We got u we got u

[Bridge: Sticky Fingaz]

Oh this that street shit

Let me let me let me talk that shit

Oh this that street shit

Let me let me let me talk that shit

Yeah

[Verse 2: Sticky Fingaz]

It's either drug money or niguhz pimping

Niguhz doing stick up's or bitches stripping

Anything to put some food up inside that kitchen

This that hood shit do anything outside of snitching

Chop it up niguh box it up

For that bread leave you over easy sop it up

They locked me up cause you got beat up

Niguhz ain't thugging nope must not be us

Who up in here who the fuck you frontin for

I'll have this whole bitch running for the fuckin door

You want a problem you fuckin with the right one

Sound like thunder but it fell like lightning

[Verse 3: Planet Asia]

Ayo my gun got the hiccups don't get ur face plastered

All against the wall literally that's a stick up

Onyx up in the spot mad faces throwing blicks up

Stomp u out quick don't mixed up

In this bitch pistol whip thrown in a ditch

Take my advise turn around and go home to ur bitch

This is underworld rap where yellow spine niggas

Never make it back for pump faking faking jacks

That's a old school term but some shit never changes

Like getting money and square niggas never learning

We back in whip 46 city

With them queens niggas wilding out retarded as it can get

Catch me wit the poor righteous and rich

Shinning keep a game face for dirty divine evils that ego trip

Soy boy shit will not do depends on us for the grimey shit

Nigga we got chu

[Chorus: Fredro Starr]

This is for that real hip hop we got u

For all my niggas on keep lock we got u

For all the kids playing the block we got u

We got u yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

This is for that real hip hop we got u

For all my killers on keep lock we got u

For all the kids playing the block we got u

We got u we got u