What Da Fuck lyrics

Artist  : Frukwan 
Song : What Da Fuck



 Send "What Da Fuck" Ringtone to your Cell 

 







  
 
 
 
 
 
 
  








 f/ Lady Tigra



[Frukwan]

Check it... yo..

Instead of beat a brother's head off for half the
rent

Half percent, brothers need to all get bent

Whips and gold to hold to a master flow

Rollin' with the G.O., these deeds for Castro

Competition far from close, rip and roast

Flip ducks on the skillet, feel it?

1-0-5th, the hood, only if the weed was good

Roll it up, make it last like I'm puffin' the
past

Gaze beyond, where I'm from, brothers don't
bargain

Gods on the grid like Murtogh's and Riggs

If you don't give a fuck, then you know what's
up

Cock D.O.D's, with or without the nuts

Steady riot, heavy flow, East crush a ghetto
delux

Muthafucker, what? Bum rush ya



Codeine ice breath, flexin' my biceps

Fuck with me, put your ass forever to sleep

Yo..



[Chorus: Frukwan]

What da fuck is wrong with you?

What da fuck you gonna do?

What da fuck is wrong with you?

I'll bust your ass and cap your crew



[Frukwan]

Ssssss..

Yo, blind fury, whatever the force, I'll shake it
off

Evidence I weight, ghetto cap backs and broth

Grew up, a teaspoon, overdose off jams

Hot watch, plenty of beats, shots of
miligrams

Stone roller, head up, a shot release

Stay gritty, Black Lordz runnin' the whole
city

B-Ball and rampage when I rip the stage

Part the Red Sea with a pump and a gauge

Niggaz wanna tailgate, then chase the bait

Black spider, drop brothers like a low rider

Lashin' my whip, watch brothers abandon ship

What the fuck's so new, about the shit I do?

Chargin' cats to breeze, palm M.C.'s

Catch you with mines, niggaz doin' serious
time

Pick up from where I left and cross the globe

Represent E.N.Y., until I die... what?!



[Chorus]



[Frukwan]

Yo, I spit the live shit, divide the jewels

Rave reviews, the nuts on my prosecute



[Lady Tigra]

Midwest be the place where I rest

No time for the stress, yeah I get sit on with
the best

Talk shit, nigga, I hit's the chest

Yeah, I smoke Philly blunts, nigga, with the
best, what?

Hard hittin', cigar splittin', now I'm
driftin'

Hustle just for days, new ways to get paid

Them niggaz on the blunt, serve weight

Turnin' bricks, nigga, into cash in a day

Check it -- one man suicide, another man's
brief

If you bow down, nigga, you will self defeat

Talk is cheap, nigga, show the actions that you
speak

I know the game plan to a T, street choke

Niggaz can't survive on these streets

You can feel the words that I say through this
beat

This hip hop music be the code for the
streets

My Chi-Town niggaz represent for the streets,
what?



[Chorus 2X]