What’s That?

Lyrics

[Produced by Paris] [Verse 1: L.P.] Convicts, as I bring you this one Check out the force of what the power of the clenched fist done They call us niggers, then niggas Bitches then bitches, we take it but doesn't fit us If we could just collaborate, eliminate the force matters Bring the truth to what the devils stars scatter 'Cause brains don't functions for justice Amongst the brothers, so I carry the circumference I see a shady nigga, but I know he can't he hide Knife in his sweaty palms, tryna stab my backside Kicks the positracks with backs from Mother Terrace With Funkdoobiest Sun and brother Paris State of emergency calls to get rid of this The niggas who be flipping at just how severe it is But if I get some cup, I'll put them in a slump with chumps 'Cause they splatter on a tree stump [Hook] Rat-a-tat-tat from my gat Swing, swing, swing with my baseball bat Niggas be trippin', but they know I'm not high I'm living in the city where its do or die [Verse 2: Paris] Yes its the G, the-U-E-double R-I-double L-A Back in the clip tight for L.A Or any other black neighborhood because its fittin' P-Dog with a new plan for us to hit 'em Or where the niggas that be talking that gangsta shit They runnin' bitch when its time to make the hit So scared of whitey motherfucker, should be ashamed See house niggas never change, they still the same But thats cool, because it don't take but a few To troop on a swoop on the make a move on the boys in blue I'm ain't the one who gotta walk on a beat ya bitch But I'm the one whose trigger finger is starting to itch So I might start waiting for the nightfall When time is right, I'll commence to sniping y'all And be sure piggies drop like drawers on the floor tonight Because the motherfucking war is on [Hook] Rat-a-tat-tat from my gat Swing, swing, swing with my baseball bat Niggas be trippin', but they know I'm not high I'm living in the city where its do or die So come on, and get up, get up, get up get up Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up Get up, get up, get up, get up, get, get down [Interlude] "We as Black people must examine America, as a resources of America. Will those in power use those resources that America has to correct the ill-mannered behavior that she's casted upon Black people for the past four-hundred and thirty seven years? You must understand that your conspiracy of silence can be no more!" [Verse 3: Son Doobie] Cops be warrin' with the search warrant To arrest a Doobie, better switch to the foreign AK mayday because we need more backup Is what I had them screaming, now it's time I shack up It ain't simple but I'm bucking through the boarded up windows But that's how the wind blows They can never catch me, hear the dispatch G Suspect afoot coming through like the apache Here we go, one more time for ya ass Kid, it doesn't really matter because you know I'm philly blastin' Murderin', hurtin', yo it's curtains for your ass And I'm certain you'll get played like Richard Burton Barrels to the kneecaps, you best believe that Boom shocker, tell me where the weeds at So I can drop these punk ass cops And rip shop and take the rubles because you know I got scruples [Hook] Rat-a-tat-tat from my gat Swing, swing, swing with my baseball bat Niggas be trippin', but they know I'm not high I'm living in the city where its do or die So come on, and get up, get up, get up get up Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up Get up, get up, get up, get up, get, get down