What They Hittin’ Foe?

Lyrics
[Verse: Ice Cube] Fuckin' around in a crap game Niggas think I'm soft, 'cause now I'm in the rap game And I don't hang out as much, bang out dope cuts Standin' on stage and I'm grabbin' my nuts But when it comes to gettin' in a circle I'm hittin' sevens turnin' broke niggas purple Looking for Little Joe and the dumb nigga scream and choke When deuce-deuce hit the floor, yo Now which of y'all wanna fade the twenty? I'm turnin' your fat pockets skinny Oh, yeah, I'm shakin' the ivory And boom, it's like they die for me Fool, you can get loud, get mad, hit the joint But don't forget my point There it is, yo I put my Nike on the bet so it won't slide Money gone cause I'm never hittin' deuce-five I'm never hittin' four-trey, no way You wanna leave, but come on, ho, stay Nigga fever that'll work Poppa needs brand-new shoes and a sweatshirt Fool, you can't even fuck with that And now that I'm winnin', I gots to get my gat Cause I see your homies startin' to look And broke motherfuckers, they make the best crooks And I'm feelin' like a baller Buckin' fools, now the circles getting smaller Now you wanna go and scheme Punk niggas like you just love to triple-team So I pick up my money and start walking Cause now I let the gat start talkin' Now, since y'all lost, you wanna go out like a sucker Take that, motherfuckers [Outro: Ice Cube, J-Dee & Ricky Harris] Catch you like you tryna bitch, motherfucker Ain't no motherfuck— Here we go, here— here we go, here we go Ayy, ayy, wait-wait a—, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a m—
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- Ice Cube