Onyx - We Got Chu Lyrics

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
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

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 the patak i got a dis order. im... sorta fanatic
For nice whips nice chicks and nike 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 hood they got em bringing out the news trucks
Yellow tape white niggas yelling hate
Just got the 20 inches rims wit yellow brakes im accelerating f*ck celebration
All my niggas in cells waiting come home to find hell waiting

This is for that real hip hop we got u
To all my niggas on keep lock we got u
For all the kids playing the block we got u
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Ohhh this that street shit
Let me let me talk that shit
Ohhh this that street shit
Let me let me talk that shit
Yeah It's either drug money or niughz 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
Niguh aint thugging nope must not be us
Who up in here who the f*ck you frontin for
I'll have this whole bitch running for the f*ckin door
You want a problem you f*ckin with the right one
Sound like thunder but it fell like lightning

Ayo my gun got the hiccups dont get ur face plastered all against the wall literarily
Thats a stick up onyx up in the spot
Mad faces throwing blicks up stomp u out quick dont 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
Thats 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

This is for that real hip hop we got u
To all my niggas on keep lock we got u
For all the kids playing the block we got u
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah