CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : What’s Your Intent? (Original Version)
*Basically an unpolished version but slightly different lyrics (i.e, tape quality itself is worse, instruments are "fuller" in a way)
All them gangsta motherf**kers that went platinum
I had 'em hold out their hands and put a gat in 'em
Looked 'em in the faces and then spat in 'em
I picked the meanest Rott in this
Look at when it got in his face his daughter's swat to dot
His others gotten monotonous
'Cause all ya b*t*hes swear ya made of cement
If you would've just had my f**kin money, I'd be straight as a split
But all ya multi-millionaires have never paid us in rent
So what a house and motherf**kers that never made us a cent
What's your intent?
I'm analyzing every cut your in to judge your intent
I wanna know where you stand, I mean, as far as who you are
How would you act if you woke up and tomorrow you're a star?
I made a little change
Now they got me doin' some shows wit ho's in 'em
But I ain't change I still wear my clothes with holes in 'em
And wear my hair however I like
Bic it to stick it to slick it back, lick it back and then pat it down to spike
I'm happy to be alive and well
But it's probably way too happy be when you're survivin' hell
But in a way I think I'm kinda glad at that
'Cause I appreciate the good now that I've had it bad
Now I'mma run it back
What's your intent?
I'm analyzing every cut your in to judge your intent
I wanna know where you stand, I mean, as far as who you are
How would you act if you woke up and tomorrow you're a star?
What's your intent?
What's your intent?
I wanna know
What's your intent?
Tell me what's your intent?
I come from where the folks of the family
Where there wasn't nothin' but funkin' and drug addicts and drug in our family
The only word that ever was to close was do or die
My uncle couldn't take it the moment chosen suicide
My Aunt's and Uncle
You don't like what I have to say
Yeah
*Laughs*
All them gangsta motherf**kers that went platinum
I had 'em hold out their hands and put a gat in 'em
Looked 'em in the faces and then spat in 'em
I picked the meanest Rott in this
Look at when it got in his face his daughter's swat to dot
His others gotten monotonous
'Cause all ya b*t*hes swear ya made of cement
If you would've just had my f**kin money, I'd be straight as a split
But all ya multi-millionaires have never paid us in rent
So what a house and motherf**kers that never made us a cent
What's your intent?
I'm analyzing every cut your in to judge your intent
I wanna know where you stand, I mean, as far as who you are
How would you act if you woke up and tomorrow you're a star?
I made a little change
Now they got me doin' some shows wit ho's in 'em
But I ain't change I still wear my clothes with holes in 'em
And wear my hair however I like
Bic it to stick it to slick it back, lick it back and then pat it down to spike
I'm happy to be alive and well
But it's probably way too happy be when you're survivin' hell
But in a way I think I'm kinda glad at that
'Cause I appreciate the good now that I've had it bad
Now I'mma run it back
What's your intent?
I'm analyzing every cut your in to judge your intent
I wanna know where you stand, I mean, as far as who you are
How would you act if you woke up and tomorrow you're a star?
What's your intent?
What's your intent?
I wanna know
What's your intent?
Tell me what's your intent?
I come from where the folks of the family
Where there wasn't nothin' but funkin' and drug addicts and drug in our family
The only word that ever was to close was do or die
My uncle couldn't take it the moment chosen suicide
My Aunt's and Uncle
You don't like what I have to say
Yeah
*Laughs*
