Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What's Ya Point (feat. Fat Joe and Snoop Dogg), artist - Mia x. Date of issue: 26.10.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
What's Ya Point (feat. Fat Joe and Snoop Dogg) |
| 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 |
| Who gives a fuck about a nigga like you (like you) |
| Bitch rap cats’ll see right through (right through) |
| East, west man you know how we do (how we do it) |
| Down south my niggas 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 niggas 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 shit |
| 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 |
| Yeah, that’s right |
| What’s your point nigga, what you tryin to say |
| We got the same types of thugs right around my way x4 |
| Walkin through your backyard, knockin down your trash |
| You move too fast and I’m a blast your ass |
| Will a nigga do this or will a nigga 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 motherfucker in the giddame |
| Act like you don’t know my motherfuckin 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 motherfuckin rest, I’m from the motherfuckin west |
| Side of the coast, east side of the beach |
| School of hard knocks, graduated straight from the streets |
| Shit, my hair got longer and my pockets got bigger |
| I got love for real nigga so what’s up jigga |
| I’m from the itty bitty city at the bottom of the Mississippi river |
| Where niggas quick to kill ya if they don’t feel ya |
| Still the southern hospitality is all good |
| Just don’t be fuckin 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 nigga, N-O-L-I-M-I-T |
| We all the same, we used to slangin when we gangin niggas |
| 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 motherfucker |
| Love of the hood, we stay representin |
| Yall don’t recognize a soldier blood and thugs love us in a song |
| Say what, say what? |
| Say what, say what? |
| Same shit, same shit |
| Same shit |
| Same shit go down in my hood go down in your hood |
| >From New Orleans to Long Beach to New York |
| To Alabama |
| To motherfuckin Connecticut |
| Overseas where the G’s don’t even speak this shit |
| Same shit go down |
| Niggas need to unite, get this paper |
| Cause we on a mission |
| Terror Squad, No Limit, DPG |
| That’s how we doin this shit |
| Peace |