What's That F*** That Lyrics
| Song | What's That F*** That |
| Artist | Sauce Money |
| Album | Middle Finger U |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Y'all muthafuckas is sadly mistaken | |
| I think - | |
| I don't really think y'all understand | |
| What it is that i exactly do | |
| I make joints for the radio | |
| And all that, youknowmsayin? | |
| But this is my shit right here, yo | |
| We can just get right to it | |
| Hope they can fuck with it | |
| [ verse 1 ] | |
| I can make joints all day, never touch a average | |
| Sauce, hot shit, ain't nothin but a marriage | |
| Skills that i possess, niggas die to have it | |
| Hip-hop muthafucka, i rap like a savage | |
| Automatics for faggots who brag about fabrics | |
| Mad blood on your carriage, no love for you addict | |
| I roast all y'all niggas, homicide closed, die most | |
| It's suicide fuckin with me, try toast | |
| Fuck cats talkin first class but fly coach | |
| The laugh is over, mr. half-a-soda | |
| You're at your quota, i'm halfway to minnesota | |
| The seat 1a sippin a ice cold ??momossa?? | |
| Never sober, when i awake i can make a wish | |
| Head from the bitch servant or steak and fish | |
| Arouse my meat till i'm sound asleep | |
| Gettin brain surgery at 33'000 feet | |
| A nigga knocked out till i hit the ground and creeped | |
| Limo, five star hotel and a suite | |
| Once earnin i come turnin for cunt squirmin | |
| Bitches who front learnin, yearnin to keep the blunt burnin | |
| [ chorus ] | |
| Niggas pop shit, war, peace, what's that? | |
| I'm goin to war with my niggas, i love that | |
| Show me the baddest chick, i'ma touch that | |
| I bust a slug first - (2x) | |
| [ verse 2 ] | |
| Part ii to the rec off, son, get your check on | |
| Check off, cats better step off or get stepped on | |
| Niggas i pump lead creepin on me | |
| Put your head to bed for sleepin on me | |
| What, a hip-hop legend with gut | |
| 22 bitches and my wife in the cut | |
| Fuck that, weak niggas blaze em up | |
| Where all my marcy muthafuckas at? (raise em up!) | |
| Half rock diamonds the size of glaciers, what? | |
| Other half rock vests and spit razors up | |
| I'm a major nut who used to lay em out | |
| Get head but let my man fuck em and play em out | |
| Pushed my name up, '99 got my aim up | |
| Shit ain't bein handled correctly - changed up | |
| Never looked in haste, but i shook the place | |
| Can't defend your click, why you took the case? | |
| Cats get shook with aids, nines and fives | |
| Double-fours, tear gas, infrareds and knives | |
| Anything to survive, like how a vulture get | |
| 'stayin alive', john travolta shit | |
| I toast your click, disrespect what you supposed to get | |
| Your homebase yawnin next to a sculptured dick | |
| I got the most focussed click, it's hopeless, bitch | |
| Sauce money keep the dopest hits | |
| [ chorus ] | |
| [ verse 3 ] | |
| Here's some inspiration for all you slackers | |
| I used to work in the mailroom, pushin cars for bastards | |
| They had the nicest muthafucka changin water and shit | |
| Lookin through a supply book, orderin shit | |
| It never really hit me until i thought of the shit | |
| My muthafuckin pay close to borderin shit | |
| I thought about runnin off with a bitch | |
| Until i picked up a microphone and started slaughterin shit | |
| Reputation grew, niggas on my dick | |
| Then i got real brand new and wrote a hit | |
| 3 million sold, baby still chillin when it's cold | |
| Sauce don't change, only money fold | |
| Fuck y'all, the easiest way to word it: | |
| Public broadcast, fuck who heard it | |
| All that slick shit is gonna get you murdered | |
| Nothin to fear except fear itself, i'm here to help | |
| Come with niggas, run with niggas | |
| Have fun with niggas, hold guns with niggas | |
| See the sun with niggas, shoot fair ones with niggas | |
| Subtract from the sum when i'm done with niggas | |
| [ chorus ] | |
| 2000 shit | |
| Legend | |
| Marley marl | |
| Sauce muthafuckin | |
| Middle finger u. |
| Y' all muthafuckas is sadly mistaken | |
| I think | |
| I don' t really think y' all understand | |
| What it is that i exactly do | |
| I make joints for the radio | |
| And all that, youknowmsayin? | |
| But this is my shit right here, yo | |
| We can just get right to it | |
| Hope they can fuck with it | |
| verse 1 | |
| I can make joints all day, never touch a average | |
| Sauce, hot shit, ain' t nothin but a marriage | |
| Skills that i possess, niggas die to have it | |
| Hiphop muthafucka, i rap like a savage | |
| Automatics for faggots who brag about fabrics | |
| Mad blood on your carriage, no love for you addict | |
| I roast all y' all niggas, homicide closed, die most | |
| It' s suicide fuckin with me, try toast | |
| Fuck cats talkin first class but fly coach | |
| The laugh is over, mr. halfasoda | |
| You' re at your quota, i' m halfway to minnesota | |
| The seat 1a sippin a ice cold ?? momossa?? | |
| Never sober, when i awake i can make a wish | |
| Head from the bitch servant or steak and fish | |
| Arouse my meat till i' m sound asleep | |
| Gettin brain surgery at 33' 000 feet | |
| A nigga knocked out till i hit the ground and creeped | |
| Limo, five star hotel and a suite | |
| Once earnin i come turnin for cunt squirmin | |
| Bitches who front learnin, yearnin to keep the blunt burnin | |
| chorus | |
| Niggas pop shit, war, peace, what' s that? | |
| I' m goin to war with my niggas, i love that | |
| Show me the baddest chick, i' ma touch that | |
| I bust a slug first 2x | |
| verse 2 | |
| Part ii to the rec off, son, get your check on | |
| Check off, cats better step off or get stepped on | |
| Niggas i pump lead creepin on me | |
| Put your head to bed for sleepin on me | |
| What, a hiphop legend with gut | |
| 22 bitches and my wife in the cut | |
| Fuck that, weak niggas blaze em up | |
| Where all my marcy muthafuckas at? raise em up! | |
| Half rock diamonds the size of glaciers, what? | |
| Other half rock vests and spit razors up | |
| I' m a major nut who used to lay em out | |
| Get head but let my man fuck em and play em out | |
| Pushed my name up, ' 99 got my aim up | |
| Shit ain' t bein handled correctly changed up | |
| Never looked in haste, but i shook the place | |
| Can' t defend your click, why you took the case? | |
| Cats get shook with aids, nines and fives | |
| Doublefours, tear gas, infrareds and knives | |
| Anything to survive, like how a vulture get | |
| ' stayin alive', john travolta shit | |
| I toast your click, disrespect what you supposed to get | |
| Your homebase yawnin next to a sculptured dick | |
| I got the most focussed click, it' s hopeless, bitch | |
| Sauce money keep the dopest hits | |
| chorus | |
| verse 3 | |
| Here' s some inspiration for all you slackers | |
| I used to work in the mailroom, pushin cars for bastards | |
| They had the nicest muthafucka changin water and shit | |
| Lookin through a supply book, orderin shit | |
| It never really hit me until i thought of the shit | |
| My muthafuckin pay close to borderin shit | |
| I thought about runnin off with a bitch | |
| Until i picked up a microphone and started slaughterin shit | |
| Reputation grew, niggas on my dick | |
| Then i got real brand new and wrote a hit | |
| 3 million sold, baby still chillin when it' s cold | |
| Sauce don' t change, only money fold | |
| Fuck y' all, the easiest way to word it: | |
| Public broadcast, fuck who heard it | |
| All that slick shit is gonna get you murdered | |
| Nothin to fear except fear itself, i' m here to help | |
| Come with niggas, run with niggas | |
| Have fun with niggas, hold guns with niggas | |
| See the sun with niggas, shoot fair ones with niggas | |
| Subtract from the sum when i' m done with niggas | |
| chorus | |
| 2000 shit | |
| Legend | |
| Marley marl | |
| Sauce muthafuckin | |
| Middle finger u. |
| Y' all muthafuckas is sadly mistaken | |
| I think | |
| I don' t really think y' all understand | |
| What it is that i exactly do | |
| I make joints for the radio | |
| And all that, youknowmsayin? | |
| But this is my shit right here, yo | |
| We can just get right to it | |
| Hope they can fuck with it | |
| verse 1 | |
| I can make joints all day, never touch a average | |
| Sauce, hot shit, ain' t nothin but a marriage | |
| Skills that i possess, niggas die to have it | |
| Hiphop muthafucka, i rap like a savage | |
| Automatics for faggots who brag about fabrics | |
| Mad blood on your carriage, no love for you addict | |
| I roast all y' all niggas, homicide closed, die most | |
| It' s suicide fuckin with me, try toast | |
| Fuck cats talkin first class but fly coach | |
| The laugh is over, mr. halfasoda | |
| You' re at your quota, i' m halfway to minnesota | |
| The seat 1a sippin a ice cold ?? momossa?? | |
| Never sober, when i awake i can make a wish | |
| Head from the bitch servant or steak and fish | |
| Arouse my meat till i' m sound asleep | |
| Gettin brain surgery at 33' 000 feet | |
| A nigga knocked out till i hit the ground and creeped | |
| Limo, five star hotel and a suite | |
| Once earnin i come turnin for cunt squirmin | |
| Bitches who front learnin, yearnin to keep the blunt burnin | |
| chorus | |
| Niggas pop shit, war, peace, what' s that? | |
| I' m goin to war with my niggas, i love that | |
| Show me the baddest chick, i' ma touch that | |
| I bust a slug first 2x | |
| verse 2 | |
| Part ii to the rec off, son, get your check on | |
| Check off, cats better step off or get stepped on | |
| Niggas i pump lead creepin on me | |
| Put your head to bed for sleepin on me | |
| What, a hiphop legend with gut | |
| 22 bitches and my wife in the cut | |
| Fuck that, weak niggas blaze em up | |
| Where all my marcy muthafuckas at? raise em up! | |
| Half rock diamonds the size of glaciers, what? | |
| Other half rock vests and spit razors up | |
| I' m a major nut who used to lay em out | |
| Get head but let my man fuck em and play em out | |
| Pushed my name up, ' 99 got my aim up | |
| Shit ain' t bein handled correctly changed up | |
| Never looked in haste, but i shook the place | |
| Can' t defend your click, why you took the case? | |
| Cats get shook with aids, nines and fives | |
| Doublefours, tear gas, infrareds and knives | |
| Anything to survive, like how a vulture get | |
| ' stayin alive', john travolta shit | |
| I toast your click, disrespect what you supposed to get | |
| Your homebase yawnin next to a sculptured dick | |
| I got the most focussed click, it' s hopeless, bitch | |
| Sauce money keep the dopest hits | |
| chorus | |
| verse 3 | |
| Here' s some inspiration for all you slackers | |
| I used to work in the mailroom, pushin cars for bastards | |
| They had the nicest muthafucka changin water and shit | |
| Lookin through a supply book, orderin shit | |
| It never really hit me until i thought of the shit | |
| My muthafuckin pay close to borderin shit | |
| I thought about runnin off with a bitch | |
| Until i picked up a microphone and started slaughterin shit | |
| Reputation grew, niggas on my dick | |
| Then i got real brand new and wrote a hit | |
| 3 million sold, baby still chillin when it' s cold | |
| Sauce don' t change, only money fold | |
| Fuck y' all, the easiest way to word it: | |
| Public broadcast, fuck who heard it | |
| All that slick shit is gonna get you murdered | |
| Nothin to fear except fear itself, i' m here to help | |
| Come with niggas, run with niggas | |
| Have fun with niggas, hold guns with niggas | |
| See the sun with niggas, shoot fair ones with niggas | |
| Subtract from the sum when i' m done with niggas | |
| chorus | |
| 2000 shit | |
| Legend | |
| Marley marl | |
| Sauce muthafuckin | |
| Middle finger u. |
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