What You Niggas Looking at Me 4

[Intro: Big Nut] Yeah (yeah) Let's get out there my nigga West Coast Killa Beez nigga (fuck you looking at nigga) Yo, we coming to serve all you bitch ass muthafuckas Black off Black, Blackball Entertainment, nigga West Coast Killa Beez, check it out, west coast style, yo [Big Nut] I'm so gangsta, I don't dance or walk Nigga slide to slide, spit that heat or talk From California to New York, I'm banging on wax Like my nigga Big Y Dog and Little Hogg, fuck y'all Niggas dissin' the Black Techs and Six Mill For real, you'll fuck around and get killed Cap peel, just for saying foul to me You out of bounds, you won't even last a round with me [P.C.] You really need to stop fronting, nigga You don't really wanna do nothing, nigga Once me get my killas get to dumping, nigga You'll stop fall, jackin' and bumping your dentures Dent your mug, 4-0, slugs, straight up in your cranium One shot, I'm aimin 'em, shouldn't have been fuckin' With the Killa Bee Gang and them, mad dog from P Dot Like he not, heated, my desert eag' squeeze til you moonwalk and beat it [Chorus: G Twin (P Nut)] What you lookin' at me for? (You don't wanna see this fo'fo, nigga) What you really coming to do? (Nigga I'll fuck your ass up) I'll give you what you asking for (You don't wanna see my fo'fo, nigga) An can of asswhipping or two (Nigga, I'll serve your whole crew) [Pimp Nasty] You niggas should be calm, try and be patient Cause if not, you'll be a patient, momma patient Try'nna get herself together, they tell her, her son gone He done tricked on, this niggas Rob Strick-long Talkin' out the side of his neck, swearin' that he served some nigga From the gang Black Tech, now that's a lie, that's why I socked him in his eye Hit him so many times, that nigga bound to die [P Nut] Yo, yo, what the fuck you looking at? You niggas want beef, nigga, get the cooking at If you ain't banging rules, I ain't fucking with you Niggas stuck in the booth, niggas ducking the truth Blackball, robbing Nuts, send that nigga to hell And go and bloody up the streets and the raunchy motel When we come around, blood, better keep your chains up Cause Black Tech niggas don't give a mad fuck [Chorus] [RZA] I'll put y'all niggas in a stranglehold, you see my fang go gold You fuck around, I'll put this foot up in your anal hole The Black Tech, four foot magnum, two kiligrams The sound alone - buck-buck - might kill a man From Atlantic to Pacific, barehanded with the biscuit KBG, east to west, we sick with it Big guns and big dicks, dip six in sick knicks Godbodies, bloods and crips and shit [Gangsta Wiggles] We gon' keep it way more gangsta than y'all, that's on the set If you trippin' then I'mma holla with a Black Tech Niggas hating on me, when I ain't got shit Just a pack of of cigarettes, and a fifth, ain't that a bitch? Keep it gangsta? Ya'll don't even know what it mean Cut a nigga open, blood, it's realism when I breathe Fuck yo hood nigga, we get to cooking that beef Tell that nigga, Nut, you better stop looking at me, nigga [Chorus] [G Twin] On the swing tip, R&B shit, to the flip Get your flip locked, atleast we cool whip, cause I do shit Like talk about pussy lips all day I make your momma say, damn, damn, damn, james Sayin' that you gangsta, just to sell product Go back to the streets, stand and sell narcotics It's you niggas fucking up the game, man And real killas, they gonna take their name back Now who gangsta, who killa, who die Nah, who flooded, who shitted, who pause Mans is man, whether they bust a four It's the who blast shirts, give out the last recall Blast and haul ass, niggas, whoop ass Frontin', like a chicken with no ass at all Shit we mash on y'all, y'all niggas don't flaunt it The Blackball is on it, and we fuck up your front end