What You in Fo’

Lyrics

.. {*jail interlude*} .. [Verse 1: RZA] Son, I just slapped my bitch! Came to my crib 'bout half past six Kid's in shitty diapers, no food was fixed I was like, "Yo, bitch! Why ain't no food fixed?!" She on the phone with her friend, talkin' 'bout dick I snatched the receiver from that bitch like CLICK She got all up-sided, tryin' to throw fit Swung at me, then I swung back — BITCH! [Verse 2: Method Man] 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 talkin' 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've been the drugs or the alcohol buzz Had me shootin' my game like a .38 snub Baby, let's cut a rug, that's when I felt a shove What the blood? Dude actin like he won the Golden Gloves I get one for holdin' grudge But if this kid throw a slug, I'mma throw a slug That's how we be rollin', cuz I see this dud tryin' to play me like a pair of Lugz Big John Studd, Goldschläger in a golden mug What you in fo'? .. {*jail interlude*} .. [Verse 3: Streetlife] I'm locked down for tryin' 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'? [Verse 4: Raekwon] Jail status — get up! Wash a nigga mattress, faggot You heard about me right? Pass off them packages, cat You gotta eat to live, meet the crib Got a hundred starvin' niggas in here big, so pop off! Drugs — that's props Bring in Glocks — we call 'em oxes Be a real live nigga, swing mops and shit, take over shit Fuck the C.O.'s A-yo, boo, I need clothes Slide brokers where phones get hid Fuck with Russians and Latins The most powerful marble black slipper style Goin' out thrashin' niggas, 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.. .. {*jail interlude*} ..