Who?

Lyrics

[Intro: Bullet] Bring it Cell Block, Twin Gats, Full Clip, Foe Foe, Lil' Shank, Bullet Jeremy, Psychopathic Rydas Nipples, Tom Dub, all up in that bitch ass Bubba Dub, Double A Stepdirt, Jump Steady, Billy Bill, Tom K Mike E. Clark, Jason, Dougie, Psychopathic! (Bring it to me) [Chorus] Who got more hoes than us? (Don't nobody!) No, who rock more shows than us? (Don't nobody!) No, who got more bank than us? (Don't nobody!) No, who down with hoods in black trucks (Fuckin' everybody!) [Verse 1: Foe Foe] Back the fuck up 'cause y'all ain't got shit Representin' the street killers my whole clique Where the bitch? We run hoes for all they loot And when my money ain't right yo Believe we down to shoot Different day, what, different bitch And at least once a month, my whole entourage switch Hands down, motherfuckers, case closed Psychopathic Rydas got all the hoes! [Chorus] Who got more hoes than us? (Don't nobody!) No, who rock more shows than us? (Don't nobody!) No, who got more bank than us? (Don't nobody!) No, who down with hoods in black trucks (Fuckin' everybody!) [Interlude: Bullet] Everybody that's down that is... Hey yo Full Clip, bring it to 'em! [Verse 2: Full Clip] Ooh who's that? Clip from the Rydas Dumpin' out bystanders at the cops behind us Ooh who's that? Your motherfuckin' killer Pull out my nine and blast you in your grills, yeah! Oooh who's that? The winner of bread Put your face on the curb and kick the back of your head Oooh who's that? Hatchet representer fool hood in a black truck Ryda 'til I die, that's who! [Verse 3: Lil' Shank] I don't give a fuck how many caps they peel Fuck they crew and all they motherfuckin' homeboys frontin' like they real I got the hollow tip bullets for that Teflon vest Blow a hole the size of hubcaps dead in your chest We ain't afraid to make the hammer go cock Just to erase a couple of wack motherfuckers off the block Leave you layin' in a pine box with roses from your crew Pause for a second, check yourself, and ask who! [Chorus] Who got more hoes than us? (Don't nobody!) No, who rock more shows than us? (Don't nobody!) No, who got more bank than us? (Don't nobody!) No, who down with hoods in black trucks (Fuckin' everybody!) [Verse 4: Bullet] You saw the show? Say I didn't rock it I'ma jab a stick in your eye socket I'm through tryin to prove myself all the time I'm the motherfuckin' shit, bottom line! Fuck this tryin' to impress y'all! I'll wear a half shirt and walk a fat bitch through the mall! Shit, I don't pick and choose my freaks I'll fuck a crackhead with warts on her buttcheeks And I'd still be the shit like that Fuckin Yokozuna ain't livin this fat, baby what! Ain't nobody bad like us 25 drunk Ryda dawgs in the tour bus [Outro] Who down with hoods in black trucks (Fuckin' everybody!)