Now What Lyrics - From Me To U - Juelz Santana

Okay, Jazze 

We in the motherfucking building, dip set bitch 

I heard my man T I was the motherfucking king in the south 

Well you know, I'm the the motherfucking prince of the city 

You already know, Santana 

And when the king and the prince get together 

It's nothing but royalty, roll the mat out 

So we going to get down like this 

Yeah 

Now if I ain't a gangsta, then who is? You is? 

Truth is, you ain't, I am, who this clown ass nigga? 

I'm a straight led spitter, straight bread getter 

Up north hustler with a bank head nigga, now bounce 

That's just Jazze on the beat again 

Tappin' on machines again, it's cracking threw your speakers in 

That's what it sounds like, when I'm in the south right 

Put it down, put it round, bouncing threw your town like 

Uh bang first, play second, aim first, prey second 

Make dirt, day Heaven 

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I'm a crack baller, straight sevens mack holder 

Spray seven at your back soldier 

I walk through the club like everybody pussy 

Yeah T.I. with me snatching everybody cookies 

The fifth on me case, anybody push me 

Let it fly, let it fly, like everybody push me 

Stop frontin' like you bang head nigga 

Till you bang head, whether real bang head nigga 

T.I. we fly, we ride, we bang, you die, motherfucker 

Yo, yo, hey, hey, hey, hey 

My pimp squad, fuck nigga, now what? 

Dip set, fuck nigga, now what? 

The west side, fuck nigga, now what? 

East side, fuck nigga, now what? 

Harlem world, fuck nigga, now what? 

Bank head fuck nigga, now what? 

My A-town, fuck nigga, now what? 

My N.Y. fuck nigga, now what? 

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Let me see you in the trap, with a scrap 

You talk shit pussy, nigga getting slapped 

I get a couple kids, turn them into crack 

And listen them so we could count the by the hundred stacks '99 

So if you need word, then holla right back 

I could sell it for cheap, 'cause I got it like that 

White T-shirts and A-town hats 

Got them super clean with dubs on that 

Hey! First nigga put my name in a rap 

Getting robbed on the spot, at hard getting shot 

I give a fuck about your squad or your block 

Hit 13, had it hard on the block 

And first thing, first start with a glock 

Then step it up to choppers, gauges, then eleven mack 10s 

Now you're fully equipped to stretch niggaz, like who? 

Like them P S C and dip set niggaz 

Hey, hey 

My pimp squad, fuck nigga, now what? 

Dip set, fuck nigga, now what? 

The west side, fuck nigga, now what? 

East side fuck nigga, now what? 

Harlem world, fuck nigga, now what? 

Bank head, fuck nigga, now what? 

My A-town, fuck nigga, now what? 

My N.Y. fuck nigga, now what? 

Now what? Now stunt, nigga pop your trunk, now front 

I'm holding two, now what, big guns with me, big gun pissy 

When it come to these bitches, man I'm dirtier then the south is 

Squirtin' it in your mouth bitch, yeah back curtin', back squirtin' 

New stick, gat squirtin', yeah nigga, that's curtains 

Hold up, we senseless, make you throw up your breakfast 

Me and T.I. hold the connection 

Me and Santana from Harlem to Atlanta 

The Cocaine managers, hoe brain damager 

I'd be god damned, if a nigga won't cock hammers 

And split their bandanas, on niggaz with bad manners 

You wanna kill me, you willing to ride to hell with me 

Seven shot revolver, I'm taking my shells with me 

You don't want no trouble with no niggaz like us 

Try me, I'll fuck your whole life up 

To the group of haters that don't like us 

Dip set, fuck nigga, now what? 

Hey, hey, hey, hey 

My pimp squad, fuck nigga, now what? 

Dip set, fuck nigga, now what? 

The west, side fuck nigga, now what? 

East side, fuck nigga, now what? 

Harlem world, fuck nigga, now what? 

Bank head, fuck nigga, now what? 

My A-town, fuck nigga, now what? 

My N.Y. fuck nigga, now what?