Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Iz U wit Me, artist - Da Youngsta's. Album song The Aftermath, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.02.2008
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
Iz U wit Me |
Walking up to my steps, my spot, I’m killing |
Hanging with the snitch? |
Nah, nappy heads (FIST PUMPS!) |
Wack rappers, you know I can’t stand you |
I’m rippin' through your town like Hurricane Andrew |
Get more respect than ya neighbourhood (ROUGHNECK!) |
Stay away from us, or I’ll put you in check, UHH! |
(BOOM BOOM BOOM, IT’S LIKE THIS, IT’S LIKE THAT) |
Huh, I’m strapped with the gat, plus my crew got my back! |
(Wait a minute, what’s up with them kids gettin' the guns?) |
Just take 'em in the alley, and jet before the cops come! |
(Okay, okay, so when should we do it?) |
Right now, so get down |
Uh, leak they mind, get ready to go to war |
Grab the bats and make sure we knock down the front door |
(BOOM, POP, BAM, UH!) Here I go again |
If a punk tryna step, yo, I’m throwing in ya chin! |
All the hip hop junkies, (Iz U Wit Me?) |
All the Muslims out there, (Iz U Wit Me?) |
All my stick up kids, (Iz U Wit Me?) |
All my kids off there, (Iz U Wit Me?) |
All my crew with my sound, (Iz U Wit Me?) |
All the brothers on the corner, (Iz U Wit Me?) |
All the hustlers getting cash, (Iz U Wit Me?) |
And all the pistol packers, (Iz U Wit Me?) |
I’m comin' to get ya, like the grim reaper |
Ya soul’s in the hole and ya only get deeper |
Check it, I pack it, don’t wanna see I wreck it |
Like a witch that get’s wicked (So, yo, why don’t ya rip it!) |
On the mic, (HUT!) I gotta splash ya off the tank |
A .38, so ya better clear the way |
I hit like a grown man (So get with the program) |
(Or ready to wreck the whole man) (I get well like Hoodin (i)) |
Absurd, the flow, I hit like a Polo |
Punch and I rip on ya head is my logo |
(OH NO, OH NO!) It’s not did, it’s done |
So with ya mega plan, jump off a hundred miles and run! |
Feel the bass to the Pete Rock track |
The Mac Daddy snaps? |
He get a backhand pimp smack! |
(UH!) |
If he tryna diss, I revert back to this |
I kill with the skill so yo, make a death wish! |
One say punks, (Iz U Wit Me?) |
All the money makers, (Iz U Wit Me?) |
All the girls without wigs, (Iz U Wit Me?) |
All the niggas rockin' cheese, (Iz U Wit Me?) |
All the pimps in the Jeeps, (Iz U Wit Me?) |
All the girls in the streets, (Iz U Wit Me?) |
All the boys in the hood, (Iz U Wit Me?) |
And all the girls lookin' good, (Iz U Wit Me?) |
Here’s the news, got the blues, I’ll blow a fuse |
And knock out crews, yo the cops couldn’t find no clues |
The undertaker, takin' out suckas |
So bustas, don’t touch this, we’ll see who’s the roughest |
So deep so don’t freak when I speak chief |
You weak by the terror, so peep the deep |
(A PITY, A PITY!) (I'm kicking out the weak) |
(A PITY, A PITY!) (So ya better not tempt me!) |
Alright then, I’m young but a hell of a man |
Uh, lynch ya more suckas than the Ku Klux Klan, yeah |
A young blood that’s all up in your area |
(Say what, say what?) You know what? |
I’m 'bout to bury ya! |
So there’s the plot chief, are ya down, are ya not? |
The red shock will get dropped by this hip hop |
(Ha ha ha!) Yo, who gets the last laugh? |
(DA YOUNGSTA’S!) So give a path for this warpath |
Bums in slums, (Iz U Wit Me?) |
All my bald head crew, (Iz U Wit Me?) |
All the pros with the skills, (Iz U Wit Me?) |
And all those kids getting ill, (Iz U Wit Me?) |
All the fine females, (Iz U Wit Me?) |
And all the crew around my way, (Iz U Wit Me?) |
And all the true hip hoppers, (Iz U Wit Me?) |
And all the gangsta bitches, (Iz U Wit Me?) |
(Iz U Wit Me?) x8 |
(Iz U Wit Me?) x8 |