Now What

(Spice 1) Yeah nigga... Bossalini, Fetty Chico, Shiznilty In this muthafucka with EA-Ski K nigga I got my muthafuckin EA-Ski K nigga Yeah... We ain't did shit for years but here it is you punk muthafucka You thought we wouldn't gon do it bitch Blooaw..!! (Spice 1) It's like the NFL But I don't rush the quarterback I rush the whole thang back And I pick up another sack Face-maskin muthafuckas but the mask we gon wear is black And when I touch down my team pick me up in a cadillac Nigga how you love that? Where the bud at? Suckers never could hold a thug back Spittin drug raps Me and Ski we got the blood batch Now what batch (=bitch) Niggas out there who doubt us they can suck dack (=dick) I bust caps, snaps niggas and head back Open the bottle of cognac, lookin for wires and phone taps Bossalini you can't see me, niggas need to go with that I get high and blow up with my mind lands And land mines right between your muthafuckin eyes In these sins of time Extra ordinary, far from your average I'm puttin extras on it, extra manage, extra savage, extra G's Get your money on M.O.B That's money over bitches cause they breathe envy (Chorus) Now what? Some niggas say we ain't doin way too much But Spice 1 and Mr.Ski hooked the fuck back up Now what? Some niggas say it's time to bring the pain So we came to put our muthafuckin dick in the game (EA-SKI) I cut loosin these fuckin ho's Bitches get shooked when I hook up with my dawg It's like that nigga We're tryin to get phat and that's all I got my muthafuckin mind on it I'm bout to put my hands on it Look out for your spot when I lands on it Keepin it gangsta, 24-some all day shit We're bringin it bitch, claimin it on this ol' Bay shit I got my heat locked and I cocked it I gotta keep these fuckin big nuts in my pocket Look out for this muthafuckin hot Glock when I drop it Pop it, yes I will You ain't got shit that can stop it when it's bout to kill Tryin to make my cash flow Stay out my path when I roll Tryin to ask shit to make my man swoll Get chicked on, nigga we ain't gon fuckin around, we call to ball (that's right) Out here doin this shit, puttin it down like a waterfall Big dog tryin to catch one, get in my way catch one To the gut muthafucka, now what muthafucka (Chorus) Artist, producer, the nigga that'll bring the heat And make these bitches bow Even these all-in rappers can't fuck with my style I hit these niggas with that Mr.Ski shit It seperates me from that fake gangsta shit Nigga I blast, musically, vocally I'm unfadeable ...A earthquake...? Fuck that, I hit niggas with tornados and brake 'em down Shake 'em down, lay 'em face down Give me mine or I'ma empty out these rounds Now what? (Spice 1) Extra clips, extra funds, extra cash, extra guns This is the new millenium, many niggas packs milli guns Trigger gots no heart, we still dump 'em in ditches And we can soew up your spot We leave your shit up in stitches See this is the type of shit that hater niggas dream Suckers wave their eyebrows, bitches turn they head Lookin at us, sayin "Damn! Mr.Ski & Fetty Chico" I wonder if they goin to the studio, can we go? (Chorus) (EA-SKI) So now it's up So now it's up Now what nigga...? Tell me... Somebody better talk to me... I don't hear nuthin... Are you stuck...? You didn't think this would happen, not...? You'se a bitch made nigga Yeah, you're sittin up there pissed with your eyebrows down... Punk..!! Hahahaha... We're doin it like this everyday all day 2K Spice Weezie Mr.Skeezie C-M-Teezie I-M-Geezie I'm out this bitch