So What U Sayin lyrics

[Intro: Rodney Ellis]
Hoo…hey, listen baby, oh no no, oh
Hey, listen baby, hoo...

[Verse 1: MJG]
MJ-f*cking-G and I'll still be a f*cking victim
Stick them, things into the air and then I pick them
Punks who, thought that they could catch me on the creep tip
Three slip, quickly when I unloaded my .9 clip
As I tip slowly to my muh-f*ckin' Lexus
Next it's trouble for a n*gga down in Texas
Check this: police pull me over on the highway
Why they, jack me up, I don't know, so I act and I stay
Heartless toward the motherf*ckin' system
Get them devils out the office then I trick them
Suckas, crackers musta thought I was a cookie, rookie
Cop got dropped when he took the notion
That he could f*ck with me, it was a dream
A pump or, somethin' in his hand made him run up, sun up
A Klansmember really got me f*cked up, plus us
Black folks ain't goin' for that stuff, n*gga, so what you sayin'

[Chorus: Rodney Ellis]
Money (Ho, so much money) and b*tches (And b*tches, baby)
Candy paint (Candy paint) and switches (And switches)
Top let down, and I'm sky high (And I'm sky high, baby)
So what'cha sayin', n*gga? I'ma get by
[Verse 2: 8Ball]
Hell yeah, a real n*gga, straight from the streets of the Mound
With nappy hair and gold teeth shining under my crown
And I must pack the fat bud sack
And my gat for the n*ggas who don't know how to act
f*ck that, gotta be a rebel in the 9-4
Hell is waiting for me, but I refuse to go
Cops try to treat me just like Rodney
Pull a n*gga over but they did not see the Uzi
What must I do, should I blast on the 5-O?
Then I'll be another black man on death row
Sitting in my cell asking God for forgiveness
God will forgive me, but crackers won't forgive this
Black n*gga taught to kill by the white man
Television got me wantin' to live like the white man
So I take a look around my neighborhood
Liquor stores and pawn shops covering every f*cking block

[Chorus: Rodney Ellis]
Money (Ho, so much money) and b*tches
Candy paint (Love my paint job) and switches
Top let down, and I'm sky high (So high, so high)
So what'cha sayin', n*gga? I'ma get by

[Verse 3: MJG]
Guess I'm a thug with the mind of a pimp plus the heart of a hustler
Trust a, dollar and my mama, f*ck a busta
Must a, sucka get noid in my presence
Hell yeah, b*tch, I got the thug type of essence
Plus I, underestimate just how I rough I
Can hit when I'm mixed up in all type of sh*t
I'm a community outcast, and I'm causing lots of trouble
So call them f*ckin' folks on the double
But a couple of badge-wearing b*tches ain't gon' stop me
Drop the, bombs on your motherf*ckin' ass when I pop the
Pins out these 20-inch grenades
And spray, your ass in the past when you play
Yourself tryna level with a giant, a chiefer
Constantly chiefin' hay a.k.a. potent reefer
Teach a, older b*tch a newer trick and keep a
Hustle on my mind all the time, n*gga, so what you sayin'
[Chorus: Rodney Ellis]
Money (Money, baby) and b*tches (Oh, and b*tches)
Candy paint (Candy paint) and switches (Oh, and switches)
Top let down, and I'm sky high (So high, so high)
So what'cha sayin', n*gga? I'ma get by (Get by, baby)

[Verse 4: 8Ball]
8Ball and MJG on this funky funky rec
Mark ass n*ggas get checked when they disrespect
Pimpin' at its finest from the heart of Memphis, Tennessee
Busta motherf*ckers need to open their eyes and look at the
World as I see it, but to me, a n*gga never will
Comprehend through the message that I send, which is real
n*ggas like me from the M-O-U-N-D
We just smoke and try to meditate, avoiding those who player hate
Real n*ggas have to carry gas when it's necessary
Players haters planning to jack me, I'll have to wet ya
Bet ya, rappers who be talking all that tough sh*t
Front them hoes like men and watch 'em fold like a punk b*tch
Weak ass n*ggas get raised in the studio
f*ckin' around with me, I'm tryna put you in a grave, hoe
Pray no n*gga wants to this step mack pimp in this
The South Click, so what you sayin', b*tch?

[Chorus: Rodney Ellis]
Money (Money, money, money) and b*tches (Oh, and b*tches)
Candy paint (Oh, I love my paint job) and switches (Oh, and switches)
Top let down, and I'm sky high (So high, so high)
So what'cha sayin', n*gga? I'ma get by (I'ma get by)
[Outro: Rodney Ellis]
Oh, I've got so much money
Hey, baby