Paul Wall, Killer Mike, Big Hawk, Bun B - Dat's What Dat Is lyrics
Killer Mike [Michael Santiago Render] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Paul Wall, Killer Mike, Big Hawk, Bun B - Dat's What Dat Is lyrics]
(talking)
Killer kill from the Ville, Killer Mike
In the motherfucking building nigga
Y'all already know
Killa kill putting it down
New South Movement, mo'fucker
New South Movement, South Lee Southwest Click
That's what that is pimp
Now loving, is the size of my shoe
And that's the new size that'll hold you
Let your shit come through
See one deep I'm whooping clicks, gangs
With my 50 Cal click bang
I'm gangsta walking with that trick aim
My nuts hang, like D-boys on the corner
And I could send a bitch nigga
A Bengal like Ty Warner
I'm standing on a soap box
Preaching the gospel
On how you should move them coke rocks
And protect yo Glocks
And turn your projects, into Ft knox
It just a fo' night, with two 44 Glocks
Now rise and shine it's a kick do'
For your pies and pine
I'm riding off in the sunset
The horizon's mine
Everybody dies in time, but how will you pass
In a million dollar mansion
Or dead broke on your ass
Think fast, cause your number is coming up
And ain't no second chances
When the killers is running up
I step into the club, in a fresh white T
Looking for a one night wife, to delight me
A lot of dudes claim
To be gangsta like Ice T
When in actuality, they sweeter than ice tea
Get your weight up homie
Only the strong survive
Get off the bus and pay your dues
You don't belong on this ride
I'm a full time playa, all about my hustle
Demonstrating my muscle, if I get in a tussle
If you got plex
I suggest you keep it hush hush
Cause boys wet up on that water
And you might get bust
I got to stay up on my note
So my game is sharper i can't be wiped out
I'm like a permanent marker
Boys mean mugging in the club
Repping they hood
It's understood but cross that line
Homie it ain't good
It's survival of the fittest
I'm the last one breathing
While you in your bed sleeping
I'm still out here creeping
Take your ass to church nigga
If you wanna learn better
Join Mase and Bethle-fuck him
I'm trying to get cheddar
My stack will clearly show
My talent for moving blow
And it's gangsta music
So fuck the status quote
Grown men talking, who let the children in
Get the nine to spit it in
Leave him smelling like chit lens
I ain't playing I ain't joking
I'm rolling loaded and open
It's best you not provoking
This man when he pistol toting
The 4-fiftha, will tuck turn toss twist you
Split you right down the middle
Like a brand new swisha
When the bullet hit you nigga
It rip and tear tissue
Bullet bang, turn brains into baby batter
Turn great matter, into antimatter
Fuck your chitter-chatter
Who's good better best badder
Let the shotgun splitter splatter
Who it hit child or bitch
It don't matter, niggas just handling bis'
Primetime guerilla gang, get his what it is
Last but not least, it's HA dub
Buckshot slugs, you covered in blood
Feel me cuz, or get drug in the mud
By these Texas thugs
Who really don't show no love
That's what it is nigga
Handle your bis nigga
This ain't your year nigga
I'll split your wig nigga
Take a sqwig nigga, this is the new South
We coming hola, so what you talking bout
You niggas still learning
We got they heads turning
We got the streets burning
This is a street sermon
That's what it is dummy
You niggas chasing honey
We out here chasing money
Jacked by G and running
Killer kill from the Ville, Killer Mike
In the motherfucking building nigga
Y'all already know
Killa kill putting it down
New South Movement, mo'fucker
New South Movement, South Lee Southwest Click
That's what that is pimp
Now loving, is the size of my shoe
And that's the new size that'll hold you
Let your shit come through
See one deep I'm whooping clicks, gangs
With my 50 Cal click bang
I'm gangsta walking with that trick aim
My nuts hang, like D-boys on the corner
And I could send a bitch nigga
A Bengal like Ty Warner
I'm standing on a soap box
Preaching the gospel
On how you should move them coke rocks
And protect yo Glocks
And turn your projects, into Ft knox
It just a fo' night, with two 44 Glocks
Now rise and shine it's a kick do'
For your pies and pine
I'm riding off in the sunset
The horizon's mine
Everybody dies in time, but how will you pass
In a million dollar mansion
Or dead broke on your ass
Think fast, cause your number is coming up
And ain't no second chances
When the killers is running up
I step into the club, in a fresh white T
Looking for a one night wife, to delight me
A lot of dudes claim
To be gangsta like Ice T
When in actuality, they sweeter than ice tea
Get your weight up homie
Only the strong survive
Get off the bus and pay your dues
You don't belong on this ride
I'm a full time playa, all about my hustle
Demonstrating my muscle, if I get in a tussle
If you got plex
I suggest you keep it hush hush
Cause boys wet up on that water
And you might get bust
I got to stay up on my note
So my game is sharper i can't be wiped out
I'm like a permanent marker
Boys mean mugging in the club
Repping they hood
It's understood but cross that line
Homie it ain't good
It's survival of the fittest
I'm the last one breathing
While you in your bed sleeping
I'm still out here creeping
Take your ass to church nigga
If you wanna learn better
Join Mase and Bethle-fuck him
I'm trying to get cheddar
My stack will clearly show
My talent for moving blow
And it's gangsta music
So fuck the status quote
Grown men talking, who let the children in
Get the nine to spit it in
Leave him smelling like chit lens
I ain't playing I ain't joking
I'm rolling loaded and open
It's best you not provoking
This man when he pistol toting
The 4-fiftha, will tuck turn toss twist you
Split you right down the middle
Like a brand new swisha
When the bullet hit you nigga
It rip and tear tissue
Bullet bang, turn brains into baby batter
Turn great matter, into antimatter
Fuck your chitter-chatter
Who's good better best badder
Let the shotgun splitter splatter
Who it hit child or bitch
It don't matter, niggas just handling bis'
Primetime guerilla gang, get his what it is
Last but not least, it's HA dub
Buckshot slugs, you covered in blood
Feel me cuz, or get drug in the mud
By these Texas thugs
Who really don't show no love
That's what it is nigga
Handle your bis nigga
This ain't your year nigga
I'll split your wig nigga
Take a sqwig nigga, this is the new South
We coming hola, so what you talking bout
You niggas still learning
We got they heads turning
We got the streets burning
This is a street sermon
That's what it is dummy
You niggas chasing honey
We out here chasing money
Jacked by G and running