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Mia X - What's ya point



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   [Fat Joe]
  Yeah, uh, Terror Squad. (TS)
  No Limit fam.
  Uh, TS. (TS)
  Yeah yeah yeah, uh.
  NY to the NO.
  Puttin it down like what.
  Don Cartegena the leader.
  Yeah, uh.
  
  Who gives a fuck about a nigga like you (like you)
  Bitch rap cats'll see right through (right through)
  East, west man you know how we do (how we do it)
  Down south my niggas bout it and we bound to take it all from you
  I'm from the streets of NY where the wind don't die
  We even try to bake the cake or pie
  ????, bust on by for my niggas incarcerated
  Where you gotta do life or get your life confiscated
  I often made it through the cold stages
  Where the government supply drugs and breed thugs in all ages
  Caucasians givin core cases
  P's chase us like horse races
  Battin down on all faces
  Everyday it's like the same old shit
  I ain't goin bit, my motto's like make more hits
  Terror Squad and the No Limit fam for life
  Don Cartegena, Mama Mia
  [Mia X]
  Yeah, that's right
  
  Chorus
  [Mia X/Fat Joe/Snoop]
  What's your point nigga, what you tryin to say
  We got the same types of thugs right around my way x4
  
  [Snoop Dogg]
  Walkin through your backyard, knockin down your trash
  You move too fast and I'm a blast your ass
  Will a nigga do this or will a nigga do that
  Just know that my four four packed, don't pull back
  So roll back, regroup, thank me 'for you come up
  Please put your gun up, fool you gettin done up
  I'm one up on every motherfucker in the giddame
  Act like you don't know my motherfuckin niddame
  And things won't never be the same again
  Ain't no slippin to the quicken, we hit this game again
  What's your name again, I'm the capital S
  You know the motherfuckin rest, I'm from the motherfuckin west
  Side of the coast, east side of the beach
  School of hard knocks, graduated straight from the streets
  Shit, my hair got longer and my pockets got bigger
  I got love for real nigga so what's up jigga
  
  Chorus x4
  
  [Mia X]
  I'm from the itty bitty city at the bottom of the Mississippi river
  Where niggas quick to kill ya if they don't feel ya
  Still the southern hospitality is all good
  Just don't be fuckin around in none of them small hoods
  Mama Mia, the queen of the south
  Who states somethin like the one in my mouth
  Love the NO, represent it till the day that I die
  But I'm makin merges from CA to NY
  And the tight connections, Terror Squad and DPG
  And TRU soldiers nigga, N-O-L-I-M-I-T
  We all the same, we used to slangin when we gangin niggas
  I slang the pound different but we all about the drama
  Hit the enemies down
  Send your whole block all covered in duct tape ??? down
  Get the ransom out this motherfucker
  Love of the hood, we stay representin
  Yall don't recognize a soldier blood and thugs love us in a song
  
  Chorus x4
  
  [Snoop Dogg]
  Say what, say what?
  Say what, say what?
  Same shit, same shit.
  Same shit.
  Same shit go down in my hood go down in your hood.
  >From New Orleans to Long Beach to New York.
  To Alabama.
  To motherfuckin Connecticut.
  Overseas where the G's don't even speak this shit.
  Same shit go down.
  Niggas need to unite, get this paper.
  Cause we on a mission.
  Terror Squad, No Limit, DPG.
  That's how we doin this shit.
  Peace.
  




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