What Ya'll Wanna Do

i rhyme at school/ i rhyme in tha club

i got mo cheese than a rat/(want some)

my game so deep/

like 2,000 sumthin leagues/

up under tha sea/ but i be on tha streets/

hustlin wit speed/ last of a dyin breed/

niggaz know my magic / i got tricks up my sleeve/

look at how i spit/ look at how i flow/

bet if i fucked up/ that i wouldn't hit tha floe/

case ya'll ain't know/

i ride wit guns n clips/

n got some wise words/ that'll be told like myths/

givin tha game whiffs/

on they shirt it might stain/

my words overflowin, like you caught in heavy rain/

tempo goes/ cornas covered up in snow/

bitch niggaz don't know how it work from tha stove/

cop it cook it chop it/

what ya'll wanna do/

this that hot shit that ya'll need ta tune to/

what ya'll wanna do/ what ya'll gotta say/

(fuck that screw down hea, okay)

how you niggaz actin/ how you niggaz roll/

(fuck that nigga/ southside still on) 2x

i'm lettin glocks dispearse/

ta some niggaz i am tha worse/

this tha second verse/

like tuts tomb i'll leave ya cursed/

rock niggaz like babys they be fast asleep/

i got heat/ specially knowin that tha talk is cheap/

but mine cost a whole lot/

of them dollaz n riches/

i keep a hot glock leavin victims wit stitches/

they in obituaries identified by they pictures/

can't be no dj if he ain't scratchin wit mixers/

my rhymes cappable of bein bought by tha latest/

my clique is on tha verge of bein considered tha

greatest/

we like ta show off so them hatas gon hate us/

while sippin stonewall/ in tha club i git lazy/

gittin picked up/ bankers we leavin sticked up/

stats leave ya ripped up/

talk shit then step up/

niggaz betta rep(what) they claim/

i'm a head of tha game /

cuz they call me beretta cuz i'm sprayin ya brain/