This Is the Thanks You Get

Lyrics

Intro Fuck them Slobs... Motherfuckers just don't know how to watch they mouth This next song is dedicated to Daz coming from a Blood You betta watch yo' ass! Nowhere to run to, baby, nowhere to hide, got nowhere to run... [Dogg] Hey check this out It's Break Bread Mafia And we goin' against the grain on this one All these funny hucka-bucka-ass niggas Wearing All Stars and braids in they videos, huh Okay [Verse 1: Big Wy] Niggas wearing khaki suits and beanies speakin' of guns Pioneers o' Gangsta Rap but where they from (Where they from) I rather listen to real niggas, rest in peace Big Pun And Mausberg superior my prayers of love Popped Don niggas thought the West was done (What) Don't forget gangsta shit is how the West was won (Yeah) We tryna have Benz and thangs, and Lacs on thangs Return of the woop woop leavin' squares of the rain We hardcore, what you fakin' hard for? Gangsta Rap will turn East Coast boy with a hoe Red rag around my mouth on the beach cruising boat I'm wit' C.J., fuck Dre, Blood is a dike And even when the rap shows over It's back to the block to hang and bang and slang crackola Mack 10 deep down you know you ain't no banger You got paid, left Inglewood right with the Lakers Oh, you the niggas that started this gangsta shit (Say what?) Well, this the motherfuckin' thanks you get (Ha) It's time somebody come and tell the world the real That you niggas was a fake and never banged for real Chorus: Big Wy & Dogg Oh, you the niggas that started this gangsta shit Well this the motherfuckin' thanks you get It's time somebody come and tell the world the real That you niggas was a fake and never banged for real God damn We just too gangsta SUWOOP Just too gangsta God damn We just too gangsta Woop woop! Just too gangsta too gangsta Verse 2: Nuttz For life, respect from both sides Fuck Hollywood, we in the hood where we low ride It ain't about sets no more Niggas you betta fake you to give or you take, progress or procrastinate Shoulda stayed boring, dog, hogs want it all Nuts hang farther than y'all Scared go to let me We bang harder than y'all Quick to get up in it Behind tint and a slant nose rollin' doja Niggas that bang for real Let it be exposed The cars and the hoes Know who got the block locked and twist on gold Consistent with flows and go the distance on toes You niggas wanna bang the block, can't hang the block And the schools and barber shops, swearing he slanging rocks Who known for blowin spots and got it active on the block (Maus) Off thirty six months and got thirty two month Gangsta Chorus Verse 3: Dogg God damn I done bust the pro ham (Yeah) Recount the nines on so that all grams (Haha!) See me I came up poor in the game Kept a strap, kept it gangsta regardless the fame (Yeah) Whatcha know about young niggas strikin' the wall? Whatcha know about buying a bird and cooking it all? Uhuh Whatcha know about the pen and only been to the halls? Yeah Whatcha know about The Relativez, Big Wy and the Dogg? And after this, there's nothing rougher than mine Original Break Bread Mafia pushin' the line You ain't from the streets (Not at all) You done lost your mind In Atlanta filmin' videos fakin' the crime (Inglewood!) And Xzibit, nigga, you funny as hell Claimin' 'Rip for your album to sell. Haha! I'm sockin' you, Blood Chorus Verse 4: Big Wy & Dogg Over here we get high and only fuck with that indo, indo, indo, indo If you bangin' in traffic, throw it up out the window, window, window, window Over here we get high and only fuck with that indo, indo, indo, indo If you banging in traffic, throw it up out the window, window, window, window Chorus Outro Relativez, Dogg, and Big Wy Here to give it up for my real niggas Who been down since day one My nigga Tata My nigga K-Martin My nigga Suge Knight My nigga Squeak Ru The Comrades WC C.J. Mac All my Bay niggas E-40 Richie Rich B-Legit Get yo smash on, niggas, SUWOOP!