Tear Da Club Up Thugs, Project Pat - What You Lookin’ For lyrics

What you looking for, what you looking for
What you need?
What you looking for, what you looking for
What you need? (Is it crack or weed?)
What you looking for, what you looking for
What you need?
What you looking for, what you looking for
What you need? (Satisfaction guaranteed)

It's about 7: 30
A nigga out there early early
I'm on the?burna? phone
Just got paged by a curly curly
Hit me on my horn three times
If you want the crack
But fool don't be paging me no
More for no credit sack
Sipping on a forty, what's up shorty?
(girl: What's up)
Can I get that face? (Boy please)
I'm out here trying to make
This doped down money
Fuck you anyway (Fuck you too)
Hoes want a nigga that's breaking them off
I ain't got time for that
But if you want to get real high
Up to the sky I'm slinging packs

I'm booing yay up out the taxi
When I'm in the NY
My brother Phil D gots my back up in the Chi
LL, Sunny Sunny, Chris and don't forget Dough
Got you faded by the pound
Nigga keeping 'em though
Lil Fin and Queens mound
Ya'll forever be thick
P mall don't ball I see you moving that shit
T-bolo, never solo
He ride with Tony D 'times up in the polo
(go 'head, go 'head) Blast my enemies

The devil's greatest trick was
Convincing the world he did not exist
Now I must wrote this strategy
To the drunk of this
Narcotic cocaine knowledges
We will not acknowledge it
Nickels sold up in the park dog
I want my fucking part of it
Gotta make a plenty pay
Schedule for the night and day
Niggas on the ledge or on the roof
We got to move this today
And don't get no prophet?
When you pushing hop yo
Tell this china white style you
Back, oh, you go, oh
I'm going to take a walk to the boulevard
Till they check on his face and pace
And make sure way this movie straight
Keyser Soze i'm walking on razor blades
And keeping them flambayed
Cause whats on that plate is
That Peruvian high grade
I love crack addicts, they have
This magic to me, sunny
With rocks in your hand it should
Disappear and turn to money
The green ill leafs, the evil roots
And the seed is greed, paint enemy
Like time the streets is calling me to feed

Friends and money, just like oil and water
Cross the line and you can
Prepare for the slaughter
Oughta be shot what you looking
For some credit bro'
I got the rocks to get you
High but you twenty short
A newport is all I can give ya' player
So push on Project Pat ain't no perpetrater
A demonstrater, demonstrating dog how it goes
Hanging with killers with them drains
Coming out their nose
Opposing laws in this game so
I can stay on top by slanging rock Oh I use
My mask and my Glock it's non-stop
Crack sales every block in town
I'm trying to come up in this
Shit just like Nino Brown
I'm staying down, watching out
Trigger finger itching
But collard greens like the dope
Cook up in the kitchen
You come up missing when you owe
A nigga on my block
Cause down here you get killed
Over a dime rock