So Whatcha Want

Oh yea, they say it's all about drugs

So what, so what, so whatcha want?

So what, so what, so whatcha want?

So what, so what, so whatcha want?

Do you want the Villain?

Or do you be wantin' niggas

Imitatin' with no flows?

Claimin' they're pimps with no hoes

With whack shows?

Hook them to them Dazz baby

Record companies that made them

Niggas and bitches they hate them

It's all about the gimick

Tryin' to mimic original niggas that be

On the nuts with no limit's

You're gettin' circled like my niggas

Makin Hajj in Mecca

The black stones substitute us

Through the microphone

Every year you got a new patch of clones

Thinkin' they're the shit

Roamin' around like Shrones

Predictable niggas

I've seen them comin' like the breeze

Making the killing for these bitch companies

Ugh, shove your ass overseas, house arrestin'

Put your shit on hold

Just to teach you the worst lesson

And tell your mamma quit pagin'

A nigga while I work

And leave this niggas shit

To the motherfuckin' experts

So what, so what, so whatcha want?

So what, so what, so whatcha want?

So what, so what, so whatcha want?

Hold on Dogg, what now huh? - how you feel?

Yeah, shit's gettin' bad before

Your boy got steel not gettin' kneel

Watch yourself cause it's ill

Home boys kill home boys and that's real

The hardest niggas who tell ya

When you're in jail

You're a motherfuckin' failure

With no one to bail you

They'll sell you every bang except the game

To stay on the top of the game

Remember the homeboy with the flossy rings

Where he at? - just homies took

Him up out the game it's a cold game

But you got to know, when you're ended

It's a cold shame if you're gettin' barred

You got to stay stand

And do what you got to do, to get in

Every since

I put my hands in this dirty rap game

Look here, I've been on this

Mission tryin' get the scratch, man

So what, so what, so whatcha want?

So what, so what, so whatcha want?

So what, so what, so whatcha want?

Now, what you need with that six hundred?

Flipped up your plain tendered

Like itchy pain thundered

What fool? - let that bullshit settle

Go against your hard block

Black talent fatal

Peep, I flop rhyme to the beat

And flip more til explode

When it's time compete

Blow up, throw up your hands to this

It's easy to be Ruthless gangsters never die

Chanters never try, pranksters only fry

Now, walk the plane, got bet they can't fly

Vision this, like David Tow

Full repertoire as fast as mega Death Row

Fool, you're about to call, murder so bizarre

Are you ready?

So what, so what, so whatcha want?

So what, so what, so whatcha want?

So what, so what, so whatcha want?

So whatcha want? Whatcha want? Whatcha want?

Yeah, '98 stylin

It's the villain up in this bitch

With my nigga Snoop Dogg, RBX, LT

Doin' this shit like this

For all y'all bitch ass niggas

It's time for y'all niggas to

Step out the game

Let these real niggas keep this

And do it like this '98 stylin'

Ruthless Villain stylin, ugh