What You in Fo'

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[Verse 1: RZA]

Son, I just slapped my bitch!

Came to my crib 'bout half past six

Kid's in shitty diapers, no food was fixed

I was like, "Yo, bitch! Why ain't no food fixed?!"

She on the phone with her friend, talkin' 'bout dick

I snatched the receiver from that bitch like click!

She got all up-sided, tryna throw fit

Swung at me, then I swung back, bitch!

[Verse 2: Method Man]

What you in fo'?

It happened in the club with some thugs

I was at the bar, smokin' bud, hollerin' at love

Ladybug was playin' in my peachfuzz

She was talkin' hot fudge, can't nobody do it like she does

In the hot tub, didn't know her man was in the club

And honey dove never mentioned that she had a scrub

It must've been the drugs or the alcohol buzz

Had me shootin' my game like a .38 snub

Baby, let's cut a rug, that's when I felt a shove

What the blood? Dude actin like he won the Golden Gloves

I get one for holdin' grudge

But if this kid throw a slug, I'mma throw a slug

That's how we be rollin', cuz

I see this dud tryin' to play me like a pair of Lugz

Big John Studd, Goldschläger in a golden mug

What you in fo'?

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[Verse 3: Streetlife]

I'm locked down for tryin' to hold my block down

Since a shorty, the Old Earth was like, "Street, put the Glock down"

I was raised in slums, love how the gun sound

And now I got one — c'mon, who wanna front now?

Sunup to sundown, ready for showdown

Whoever wanna throw down, the gangsters better slow down

Wake up, before you be in a cell with forty of us

(What you in fo'?) In for murder over money, love and lust

(What you in fo'?) In for life, don't let me tell you twice

I might bang you twice and take double the life

What you in fo'?

[Verse 4: Raekwon]

Jail status — get up!

Wash a nigga mattress, faggot, you heard about me right?

Pass off them packages, cat

You gotta eat to live, meet the crib

Got a hundred starvin' niggas in here big, so pop off!

Drugs — that's props, bring in Glocks — we call 'em oxes

Be a real live nigga, swing mops and shit

Take over shit, fuck the C.O.'s

Ayo, boo, I need clothes, slide brokers where phones get hid

Fuck with Russians and Latins, the most powerful marble black slipper style

Goin' out thrashin' niggas

Kicks get thrown, big sizes, sleep in your boots

Four thousands rugged F Troops

Notarized wigs, lay six months

That's alright, dog, make it home, Lord

Heard you admit it in the box, slid it under walls

Bang monster anger, bop through the halls with bangers

Live God like the Abbot of all chambers

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