เพลง Give Them What They Ask For (Explicit)

Fuck that club

（Shit）

They want that thug

（Shit）

But I ain't no thug

（Bitch）

And I ain't no gangsta

（Bitch）

I'm a hustler, ho

And I got no problem if you want it

You can get it, boy, I bust you

Anybody wanna test? Hi, who? Me

P I to the motherfuckin' T

It's not my fault that your bitch chose me

Now her and her girlfriend wanna do me

This is for them boys in them Chevys sittin'

On them King James, them two, threes

And if you got a problem with me

Holla at my lawyer, bitch, sue me

I'm tired of the fuck boy rap

Fuck boy this, fuck boy that

Watch a couple movies and they put it in they rhyme

Wanna be fiddlers, I'm straight, you get shot nine times

Ten years in the game since ninety nine

I was speakin' my mind, yes sir

And then shit changed, if you got a problem

Bitch cross that kinda line

I'ma give 'em what they ask for

What they want, that street talk

I'ma give 'em what they ask for

What they want, that chopper talk

I'ma give 'em what they ask for

What they want, that dope talk

I'ma give 'em what they ask for

That trap boy, jack boy shit

I'ma tell y'all boy, y'all boys got me fucked up

（Yeah, straight up）

Better duck when them things buck, I ain't nigga boy

Nigga what? Nigga who? Who the fuck is you?

Talkin' to me like you know me

Ain't your dog, ain't your buddy, ain't your homie

Nah brah not me and if you spit it better live it

Better in fact, better show me

I'ma make em say, uhh

Not even Master P could crack like this

And you ain't never seen a chico in the gang

This raw since pawn that could rap like this

（TS）

I hear them and they raps about the coke

And the crack and the click to the clack

But to me it's chit chat

Blam, motherfucker, take that, now

I'ma give 'em what they ask for

What they want, that street talk

I'ma give 'em what they ask for

What they want, that chopper talk

I'ma give 'em what they ask for

What they want, that dope talk

I'ma give 'em what they ask for

That trap boy, jack boy shit

I'ma spit it, flip it, rip it for them boys

Makin' digits off the coke when they whip it

Ride a stick, double clip it

One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi

Cock back, click it, blam

Poppin' what you think is last

What you wanna do is get found

In a trunk in a lake and stankin'

I took my money from the shoe box

Now I bank it, foolish, ain't it?

I'ma give 'em what they ask for

What they want, that street talk

I'ma give 'em what they ask for

What they want, that chopper talk

I'ma give 'em what they ask for

What they want, that dope talk

I'ma give 'em what they ask for

That trap boy, jack boy shit

I'ma give 'em what they ask for

What they want, that street talk

I'ma give 'em what they ask for

What they want, that chopper talk

I'ma give 'em what they ask for

What they want, that dope talk

I'ma give 'em what they ask for

That trap boy, jack boy shit

Fuck that club

（Shit）

They want that thug

（Shit）

But I ain't no thug

（Bitch）

And I ain't no gangsta

（Bitch）

I'm a hustler, ho

And I got no problem if you want it

You can get it, boy, I bust you