Versuri Bringin It

What? Yo yo yo yo yo yo 
It ain't over baby it don't stop like dat dat dat dat dat dat 
Wah-kump dat dat dat dat 
Wah-kump, wah-kump dat dat dat datdat dat 
Wah-kump come on 
 
One question who be the thug that y'all love most? 
Or give a toast to this freestyle drug dose the thug muscle 
So whistle if you hear clear gon' get you close 
And yous a dead man like last year see most fear 
 
The marvelous, alias you dare discuss and get 
Yo motherfuckin head crushed 
These slugs bust the most wanted when they just appointed 
I stomp dogs and leave 'em froze because you know you fronted 
 
Too many MCs not clearly on this hype tip 
I'll fuck yo mic and catch you later on some snipe shit 
Extended clips I represent because my thugs trip 
Easy boy, I'm stompin' corners where them drugs flip 
 
Ali Baba snakin' lakin' trustin' North shit 
You catch a grip or leave a don to climb the night hits it's mob official 
You test I'll leave you knock-knissued bandaged up like a snitch 
'Cuz I ain't fuckin' with you straight up, we bringin' it 
 
What y'all, huh huh, V-A know about this 
What y'all in Hampton, huh huh know about this 
What y'all in P-Town know about this 
What y'all in Hoviay know about this 
Check it out 
 
I'm ya P-Town hit man I'll make ya shit man 
Pay my stick man to do my dirt I'm filthy rich man 
My thugs always hang around the top dog of all dogs 
Make 'em pick locks and spit glocks until you shit rocks 
 
I told you that I'm project strong you took me wrong and learned 
That thorough cats don't last long Alias the Don 
I leave it messy like I'm Joseph Pesci don't fuck around 
You ever test me and you'll have to wet me I'm ghetto fabulous 
 
The mob crush the Lord just, never be discussed 
When there's dirt involved, niggas leave the mouth closed to hush 
I rush club scenes like, what? always carryin' the bust 
The reason why, these niggas that ruck ain't had enough 
 
I hate to peel ya cabbage back, or bitch-slap 
'Cuz otherwise you wouldn't quit that, to kidnap 
So what I'm sayin' is, everybody's real within the game 
Alias be the fame, so you don't know my name, nigga what? 
 
What y'all V-A know about this 
What y'all in Hampton, what know about this 
What y'all in Nomo know about this 
What y'all in Chesapeake know about this 
Bring it boy 
 
See I told y'all motherfuckers that my clique roll deep 
AK's and street sweeps gunnin' down in ya peeps 
44's and Calico, Pretty Ricky and Low 
Thugs know the real on how I let shit go 
 
But if it's real, my niggas hold a forty and fill 
Mass grills, body armor, niggas trained to kill 
I'm at the point of no return, so I let shells spill 
Vinny Rush, Crazy JJ and Mush must chill 
 
And Killa K and Johnny Hesh steady aimin' that steel 
Shit's for real, my nigga P and Mike might peel 
They get the gats and crazy stuff my brother love the ghetto tugs 
And set on top of niggas what let's straight wet the party up 
 
ESP was in the cut my rootin' black, pull it up 
Is that enough? Y'all niggas still fail to call my bluff? 
And yet I told you, when left back cain't nobody knows you 
I suppose you woulda kept your mouth closed like I told you 
 
What y'all in V-A 
Know about this- I told you 
What y'all in Nomo, what 
Know about this, what