What You in Fo' (Explicit) - Wu-Tang Clan/Street Life
Written by：Wu-Tang Cla
Son I just slapped my b**ch
Came to my crib 'bout half past six
Kid's in shitty diapers no food was fixed
I was like yo b**ch why ain't no food fixed
She on the phone with her friend talkin' 'bout dick
I snatched the receiver from that b**ch like click
She got all excited tryin' to throw fit
Swung at me then I swung back b**ch
What you in fo' it happened in the club
With some thugs I was at the bar smokin' bud hollerin' at love
Ladybug was playin' in my peachfuzz she was
Talking hot fudge can't nobody do it like she does
In the hot tub didn't know her man was in the club
And honey dove never mentioned that she had a scrub
It must have been the *** or the alcohol buzz had me
Shootin my game like a thirty-eight snub baby
Let's cut a rug that's when I felt a shove
What the blood do acting like he won the golden gloves
I get one for holding grudge but if this kid throw a slug
I'ma throw a slug that's how we be rolling cuz
I see this dud trying to play me like a pair of lugz
Big john stud goldschlager in a golden mug
What you in fo'
I'm locked down for trying to hold my block down since a shorty
The old earth was like street put the glock down
I was raised in slums love how the gun sounds
And now I got one c'mon who wanna front now
Sunup to sundown ready for showdown
Whoever wanna throw down the gangsters better slow down
Wake up before you be in a cell with forty of us
What you in fo' in for murder over money love and lust
What you in fo' in for life don't let me tell you twice
I might bang you twice and take double the life
What you in fo'
Jail status get up
Wash a ni**a mattress faggot you heard about me right
Pass off them packages cat you gotta eat to live
Meet the crib got a hundred starving niggaz in here big
So pop off *** that's props bring in
Glocks we call 'em oxes
Be a real live ni**a swing mops and sh*t take over sh*t
F**k the c o's aiyyo boo I need clothes
Slide brokers where phones get hid
F**k with russians and latins
The most powerful marble black slipper style
Going out thrashing niggaz kicks get thrown
Big sizes sleep in your boots 4000 rugged f troops
Notarized wigs lay six months
That's alright dog make it home lord
Heard you admit it in the box slid it under walls
Bang monster anger
Bop through the halls with bangers
Live god like the abbot of all chambers
