CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Wicked Tendencies

What the f**k's going on man?
You got your boy Snug Brim in this motherf**ker
Putting it down from KC to Indiana you feel me?
You n***as better peep game
Aye
We got 3rd-Degree on this motherf**ker right
We got your boy Young Ace on this motherf**ker right
We got your boy from Indiana, C-Mob
Putting it down
What's up?

I'mma cool cat
I'd rather get money and bust bad frizzles
So you f**k n***as should move back
Give me five feet n***a, I mean that
Hammer's like Fat Joe b*t*h watch em lean back
You don't really want beef
Just because he's sagging his pants don't mean the n***a's really street
I done had to prove it
The pu**y had a really big ego
I'm a bully so I had to bruise it
Y'all gon make me lose it
At first, my intentions was good but now they wicked so I'm acting stupid
I ain't playing man
You better get a grip
Introduce my little friend he will share the whole clip
He like me, we two of a kind
We both spit heat and we'll leave it on your mind
So don't think too much
Yeah I'm really hands on and you can get touched