What's Ya Point (feat. Fat Joe and Snoop Dogg) - Mia x, Fat Joe, Snoop Dogg

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

Yeah, that’s right

What’s your point nigga, what you tryin to say

We got the same types of thugs right around my way x4

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

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

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