Fo All Y'all - WC, Caviar

Yeah.

what’s crackin ni’a?

What’s crackin ni’a?

Dub C. connected with my homeboy Cavi'

Y’all know what time it is

Straight out the womb homey

I got a question;

and it goes like this

The question at hand — is how should I bang these, slang these

Get 'em all to pullin out them hankies (uh-huh)

Flip a cup to this, click it, load it up and bust to this

Kick up dust to this, bust a U lay chalk to this to walk to this

Stick you, hit you with one whistle (ONE!)

It’s that rag hot twist doe (uh-huh) anti-disco (uh-huh)

Long time, long see

But we gon' put this rider car back together

But gangsta’s how it’s gon' be (ni'a!)

Stand up, nigga throw yo' hands up

Wipe it off, crack it open loc' and turn the can up

It’s that G from the heart known for creepin in the dark

And like Cyrus fool, I’m callin a meetin in the park (ni'a!)

In Broughams and khakis, hoppin out the two-thousand-and-two Caddy

Loc' it’s Dub C and Cavi

Cast it up, nigga smoke to this, gangstas dog and loc' to this

Real niggas roll to this

All y’all haters gon' talk to this

And all real gangstas gon' walk to this

Cause all true players gon' mack to this

Bump a rack to this, you know clap to this

Cause some of y’all niggas can’t play the game

Cause some of y’all niggas can’t do the thang

Cause half of y’all niggas is scared of fame

We chase the dreams and fulfill the game

Catch me in this MC or catch me in a double-R

G’d up and star (who is you?) Caviar

Cold ass nigga when it comes to my chippers

I’m nutty as a Snicker when it comes to legal tender

Currency collector, bring it back now selector

Catch a lick slippin and I’m quick to intercept her

Cash like a pass, mash to keep it comin

Mr. Keep-A-Fat-Knot, I’m always up to somethin

To get another tizzack, I bet the new llizzac

Be on chrome feet, TV’s with beat

Matchin (?) do’s with the PS2's

Smokin Kervorkian, sippin VS2

(Fo' sha') Big dollars, Impalas

Caviar got that bombay holla (oooh-ooh!)

Haters hate to this, and lowriders scrape to this

And all my real riders bounce rock skate to this

Ghetto glamour, rolled up with my thumb on my hammer (clik clak)

Lookin like I’m dealin with mo' snow than Santa

Chronic in my lungs nigga, ice on my neck

Twenty-two's on my truck, niggas after my deck (bump bump)

Dank I need it to mash but it’s time to ride

And for my niggas incarcerated I grind and push this line (ni'a)

Sip malt liquor twist braids straight bankin

G’d up and fo' all y’all I’ma stay swangin

Oh yeah, you know we stay on that gangsta page

Golf hats, Romeos, twelve gauge and braids

O.T.

trips, cutties with Euro clips

Keep 'em smokin Gladys Knight with the E on the Pip

Dip with new fits and whips so we can twist

Like Daytons, got my revenue stop hatin

In the paint Cavi' go hard on y’all

Boss ballin y’all, this fo' all y’all ni’a

What’s crackin?

Dub C and Cavi

Fort Knox, bandanna swangin collab'

Y’all know what time it is

Heh heh, yeah, Exit Wounds, Exit Wounds

Puttin in work, Fort Knox

Real shit, can’t fuck with it

Stuck with it.

nigga, what’s crackin?

Yeah.

Y’know!

«Definition, villain!»

-] MC Ren