Whatcha Got Is Whatcha Gettin’

Lyrics

[Chorus: Scratches and Cuts by DJ 1TakeWillie] "Slid down the banister like I was insane" "Grabbed my Gucci watch and my fly gold chain" "Slid down the banister like I was insane" "Grabbed my Gucci watch and my fly gold chain" Whatcha got is whatcha gettin' Whatcha got, got Is whatcha gettin', say Whatcha got is whatcha gettin' Whatcha got, got Is whatcha gettin', say Whatcha got is whatcha gettin' Whatcha got, got Is whatcha gettin', say Whatcha got is whatcha gettin' Whatcha got, got Is whatcha gettin', say [Verse 1: Madd] Praised, amazed, and kinda dazed when I plays From the time, inclined, I used to rhyme, I went for mine They pullin' nines to draw the lines And gettin' cash real fast for a blast The task at last unmask the true villain, yo Does he clock the rocks to fill his pocks and his socks? Or does the dough make him slow for the know, how to flow Say, that's when I fucked up [Verse 2: OaTie Kato] It's the season of the vicin' The mentals doing dickin' If it's yours for the pickin' Like new gear or some kicks and A new cartridge for Nintendo Then you pretend, no Get all offended 'cause ya ain't no big time spendo Ya low on the backs of the green type kind Like Mr. Mac Money without the money or the mind And then you're sure ta find, "Yo, I can't do nuthin' for ya" 'Cause ya sold out on ya kin like you was LaToya Jackson, but no action Countin' papes in small fractions Whatcha woulda had if ya did a little stashin' Ta hell with the fashion, fashion is for daisies Beware of the rankers of the anchors of the crazy shadies Fees, fees, and fees, makin' music for the fees The label said, "Bend over bro and take ya royalties" It's mad, kinda madness, a material madness Sad, kinda sadness, sayin' "Yo, I got ta have this" [Chorus: Scratches and Cuts by DJ 1TakeWillie] "Slid down the banister like I was insane" "Grabbed my Gucci watch and my fly gold chain" "Slid down the banister like I was insane" "Grabbed my Gucci watch and my fly gold chain" Whatcha got is whatcha gettin' Whatcha got, got Is whatcha gettin', say Whatcha got is whatcha gettin' Whatcha got, got Is whatcha gettin', say Whatcha got is whatcha gettin' Whatcha got, got Is whatcha gettin', say Whatcha got is whatcha gettin' Whatcha got, got Is whatcha gettin', say [Verse 3: Madd] Now, here come ol' flattop Fresh with Fila hightop Boots and the scoop is chillin' at the bus stop On a split shift, spliffed with the swiftness Gotta, gotta get, yo, who he gonna get this time? Because it's payday The first day is the heyday The S.S. check is here, so now it's May Day Solo, oh no Rollin' like a Rollo Maxin' for the buddy, comin' down with the Herringbone Up on Erie Ave Someone starts ta grab Didn't quite have, so the buddy starts ta jab He didn't have to fight, 'cause dude, it's '92 Dude got screwed Flattop had a double two Bust him in the gut, yeah, he bust him in the gut Now I'm wearin' black and for what? So you can be the man and glam And live like you're grand And get dicked By big Uncle Scam, damn [Outro: Scratches and Cuts by DJ 1TakeWillie] "Slid down the banister like I was insane" "Grabbed my Gucci watch and my fly gold chain" Whatcha got is whatcha gettin' "Slid down the banister like I was insane" Whatcha got, got Is whatcha gettin' "Grabbed my Gucci watch and my fly gold chain" Whatcha got is whatcha gettin' "Slid down the banister like I was insane" Whatcha got, got Is whatcha gettin' "Grabbed my Gucci watch and my fly gold chain" Whatcha got is whatcha gettin' Whatcha got, got Is whatcha gettin' Whatcha got is whatcha gettin' Whatcha got, got Is whatcha gettin'