Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song U Need It, artist - 50/50 TwinDate of issue: 14.02.2006
Song language: English
U Need It |
| It’s from New Orleans, AKA Chopper City |
| All the way to T-Town, you know what I’m saying |
| And you know how a nigga rocking, uh-huh |
| It’s real on this end, you heard me uh-huh |
| It’s real in the field, you know I’m saying believe it |
| I’m off the block, niggas love me cause I keep it real |
| Hustlers respect me, cause I spit everything that they live |
| I got a connect with the pills, and the good dro |
| I get that coat soon as it hit Miami, off the boat |
| I got a Glock I keep it on me, I don’t ever slip |
| Seventeen ain’t enough, I rock with that extended clip |
| Thirty minus four, that’s 26 so it don’t jam |
| Run up if you want, you run straight into that blam-blam |
| Blucka-blucka this Chopper City, don’t forget it nigga |
| I live and breathe this real shit, you gotta feel it nigga |
| I don’t be playing, when I tell you I be thugged out |
| Mouth full of gold T-shirt and bows, I be thugged out |
| I ain’t gon change, I don’t give a fuck if I’m Donald Trump |
| I’ll always represent Uptown, V.L. |
| that’s where I’m from |
| It’s Chopper City in New Orleans, better ask around |
| Niggas’ll tell you, that nigga B. Gizzle hold it down |
| You need it, rush up on him |
| He hating, bust up on him |
| He plotting, plot up on him |
| Show mercy, to no opponent |
| War better for it, guns this is what |
| Shock him, without a cord |
| Guerillas, not dinosaurs |
| Get it how you live, be homeless or pay the bill |
| Drill a nigga or get drilled, kill a nigga or get killed |
| Niggas be hating black, if you hate it you hating back |
| Stomp feet like alley cats, be on guard for all attacks |
| Always know what’s up, the best set up’s a yellow slut |
| If you set up by a slut, don’t be ashamed and chop her up |
| That bitch was out of line, time to show naked spine |
| Don’t leave no blood behind, use barets and terpentine |
| Say ain’t tripping on shit, got teeth that shine and gliss |
| Watching them watching this, make other teams forfeit |
| Swear to God I got a lot of niggas, I swear to God they all gorillas |
| I swear to God they’ll kill a nigga, they specialize in end a temper |
| You simple you don’t want none of me, kind of Tuck you ain’t me |
| You can’t bite no mics like me, fa sho can’t box like me |
| War we done been in a few, who knew how many minds we blew |
| Coming straight to the Avenue, you beefing bitch it’ll happen to you |
| It’s like Jeeper the Creeper, my gorillas will eat ya |
| The feature delete ya, then put you in a box like speakers |
| Put you in a box like sneakers, if you try to box I’ll beat ya |
| My house or your house I’ll meet ya, discombobulate your facial features |
| They gon have to get jumped like teachers, step on you frauds like bleachers |
| Try to play hard but soft as peaches, your OG’s will prolly teach us |
| When I display the Mack-90, you gon have to poo-poo |
| Shit-shit then doo-doo, like you drunk a case of Yoo-hoo |
| Babies oh boo-goo, ga-ga-goo-goo got a boo-boo |
| Have control of what you do, or 50/50 will do you |
| Press charges then sue you, for getting blood on my who-doo |
| Lick shots when I shoot through, you got that chump now flee-shoo |