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Correct Wyld In Da Club (feat. Ultra & Ice Water) Lyrics
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F/ Ice Water Inc., Ultra [Intro: P. C.] Don't take it per-son-al.. It's only mu-sic Holla at me.. Yo! Yo! Ice Water! Yo.. Yo. [P. C.] Try me, P. C. 'll put a clip in a nigga fuck a hole, my bullets'll dig a ditch in a nigga Listen, I've been reppin', only pack big weapons One shot to the stomach, you missin' ya midsection I'm off the wall, dog, I could off ya balls Stick his ass to the rooftop, toss 'em off Hit the Ave with the rooftop off the porch I get money cuz it costs to floss, nigga you feelin' me? And if not then fuck what you gotta deal with me I've only been here for a minute but haters wanna get rid of me P. C. Creep with at least three heats And a shotgun stashed underneath the backseats [Stumic] niggas actin' like you don't feel a draft You seen ya man? Tell him I'ma kill his ass And I don't, wanna talk I want a mill in cash I come through 'tards shittin', lookin' ill in the past Cuz it's the, Ice Water, don't get it confused And one false move'll cause me to spit at you dudes It's Stumic, motherfucker and I'm pickin' ya food And ain't no one out you know that my niggas'll do you Let's spit on 'em, rush these niggas and crush several fuckin', will leave a dent out ya liver Only kid in the hood with a mustard ninja Heard you broke down good, well I fucked ya sister [Chorus 2X: Stumic] Eh yo we Wyld in Da Club, style in the club This is for my niggas gettin' down in the club At the bar throwin' down rounds in the club Talk slick and get the four pound in ya mug [Break: Polite singing] Yo I keep my gun on me, what the fuck y'all want from me? Y'all touch my property somebody gon' die, uh-huh This ain't no joke, it's for real My niggas they totin' they steel All it takes a phone call and they ready to ride Get ready to die [Polite] Eh yo the cards are dealt, the words are spoken nigga, welcome to the Hell, the gates is open (uh-huh) Gatekeeper, first degree murder through the speaker Who deep enough to flow with the reaper? Stuck in the middle, I spit a little riddle Leavin' niggas crippled, my niggas ball 'em like Kerry Kittles You niggas makin' it hard, it's really kinda simple If a nigga gotta pull it out I'm puttin' it in ya temple [Ultra] Official I do this, rude maneuver I use the Rugers to keep the bullets movin' through ya Weak anatomy, fuck the small talk and flattery Ya power is weak, to beef you need much more batteries Keep it genetic, or dead it, Ice Water Inc. We said it Whoever so-called did it or said it, promote it and spread it Fake it or front it, get ambushed and confronted With slugs in ya head, back, chest and stomach niggas don't want it or ask for it, so we give it to 'em Dead in the club and let them things spit and rip through 'em dead in the club Is you gon' fuck around and be the nigga dead in the club? (Yeah? Uh-huh..) [Chorus 2X] [Raekwon] Egyptian look, gazelles on, L's lit, this how it's goin' down Ski mask, Chanel shit, move like a terrorist click Nineteen eighties babies, worldwide, ya girl on our dick All you know is Rae look good, he hood Envision the flips, I make money like them niggas who take money Fresh out the can, Duran look, Astro van The ill Castro, rap Son of Sam More Rugers, more bow and arrows Still no losers, forty five dollars ahead Go at niggas shootin' lyrical leads Stop absorbin, break shit, knock that gay shit out ya head [Chorus 2X]
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