Who Want What - Album Version (Edited)

What up Sigel?
Huh? Yeah
Smash, scrape, scrape... you know the game baby

Who the fuck want what
Me and Bleek charmed up, with your town under siege
Diligent in the sleeve
Who the fuck want what
Me and Beans charmed up, got you niggas arms up
My squad be armed up

This one's for the dogs with the 4-4 long
You niggas bust shots but you throw yours wrong (yeah)
Peep game, niggas leaves stain when it rain
Damped and wont dry we thugs we won't cry
Ayo you know how we play dog, smash and scrape
Pull them real tools out they won't blast them eights
Trust me they start tellin who blast the weight
Bleek a three time felon I'ma basket case
You bout ta witness a dynasty like no other
Who flow like Bleek, think, no other
Who rhyme like Sigel, dog, no other
It's Roc-a-Fella twin desert eagle no other
Ayo we outshinin niggas, two of the finest niggas
Got niggas like damn where'd Jay find them niggas
Rock blocked diamonds niggas, that'll blind you niggas
You know it's Cru Love, just thought we'd remind you niggas

Who the fuck want what
Who the fuck want what
Who the fuck want what
Who the fuck want what
Who the fuck want what
Who want what
Who the fuck want what
Beans and Bleek, Roc baby, don't stop

Ayo I ride with the top down, high with the glock now
War it don't stop now, Memph man hot now
Niggas didn't want that I'm still where you pump at
B. Sigel, M. Bleek, niggas can't front that
Ayo nigga who want that, not a soul
First week, no video, went gold
Bases loaded, now I'm up to bat
Witness the truth, niggas can't fuck with that
Fuck those who disagree like these streets aint mine
Like the Roc don't mean somethin, glock won't lean somethin
Ayo like I won't pop up in fifty shot machine somethin
Hit you from a half a block, infrared beam somethin
Niggas don't want it with Mac, trust me
Niggas wanna chill, roll up, and get blunted with Mac
A then we swerve out, blowin herb out, you heard 'bout
My 'bout it squad, niggas get rowdy and rob

Ayo you heard the title nigga, who the fuck want what
My bullets you get em free who the fuck want one
Ayo I still throw 4, 5, 6, upset rookies
Set up shop on Flushin, who you can't touch him
I'm still on two birds, two blunts, too hurt
Two of the biggets guns put two in your shirt
You can still get two to your chest
I'll show what a thug about and let them slugs spit out
I'm that same cat all black crack in my palm
Hop off the B. Franklin with gat in my palm
Yo I still spit a thousand bars, still roam the resevoir with dogs
I still wire your jaw
And yeah I smoke weed, I don't give a you know
Pop up on your block and hit it up in the Hugo
To the streets all over, we spot you niggas
Put your feet up Hova, we got you nigga