What’s Ya Point? lyrics

by

Fiend


[Intro: Fat Joe]
Yeah, uh, Terror Squad. (TS)
No Limit fam
Uh, TS. (TS)
Yeah yeah yeah, uh
NY to the NO
Puttin it down like what
Don Cartegena the leader
Yeah, uh

[Fat Joe]
Who gives a f*ck about a n*gga like you (like you)
b*tch rap cats'll see right through (right through)
East, west man you know how we do (how we do it)
Down south my n*ggas bout it and we bound to take it all from you
I'm from the streets of NY where the wind don't die
We even try to bake the cake or pie
????, bust on by for my n*ggas incarcerated
Where you gotta do life or get your life confiscated
I often made it through the cold stages
Where the government supply drugs and breed thugs in all ages
Caucasians givin core cases
P's chase us like horse races
Battin down on all faces
Everyday it's like the same old sh*t
I ain't goin bit, my motto's like make more hits
Terror Squad and the No Limit fam for life
Don Cartegena, Mama Mia
[Mia X]
Yeah, that's right
[Chorus: Mia X/Fat Joe/Snoop]
What's your point n*gga, what you tryin to say
We got the same types of thugs right around my way x4

[Snoop Dogg]
Walkin through your backyard, knockin down your trash
You move too fast and I'm a blast your ass
Will a n*gga do this or will a n*gga do that
Just know that my four four packed, don't pull back
So roll back, regroup, thank me 'for you come up
Please put your gun up, fool you gettin done up
I'm one up on every motherf*cker in the giddame
Act like you don't know my motherf*ckin niddame
And things won't never be the same again
Ain't no slippin to the quicken, we hit this game again
What's your name again, I'm the capital S
You know the motherf*ckin rest, I'm from the motherf*ckin west
Side of the coast, east side of the beach
School of hard knocks, graduated straight from the streets
sh*t, my hair got longer and my pockets got bigger
I got love for real n*gga so what's up jigga

[Chorus x4]

[Mia X]
I'm from the itty bitty city at the bottom of the Mississippi river
Where n*ggas quick to kill ya if they don't feel ya
Still the southern hospitality is all good
Just don't be f*ckin around in none of them small hoods
Mama Mia, the queen of the south
Who states somethin like the one in my mouth
Love the NO, represent it till the day that I die
But I'm makin merges from CA to NY
And the tight connections, Terror Squad and DPG
And TRU soldiers n*gga, N-O-L-I-M-I-T
We all the same, we used to slangin when we gangin n*ggas
I slang the pound different but we all about the drama
Hit the enemies down
Send your whole block all covered in duct tape ??? down
Get the ransom out this motherf*cker
Love of the hood, we stay representin
Yall don't recognize a soldier blood and thugs love us in a song
[Chorus x4]

[Outro: Snoop Dogg]
Say what, say what?
Say what, say what?
Same sh*t, same sh*t
Same sh*t
Same sh*t go down in my hood go down in your hood
>From New Orleans to Long Beach to New York
To Alabama
To motherf*ckin Connecticut
Overseas where the G's don't even speak this sh*t
Same sh*t go down
n*ggas need to unite, get this paper
Cause we on a mission
Terror Squad, No Limit, DPG
That's how we doin this sh*t
Peace
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