What You Lookin' For Lyrics - Singles - Tear Da Club Up Thugs

What you looking for, what you looking for, what you need? (chorus 8x) 

(juicy j) 

It's about 7:30, a nigga out there early early 

I'm on the ? burna? phone, just got paged by a curly curly 

Hit me on my horn three times if you want the crack 

But fool don't be paging me no more for no credit sack 

Sipping on a forty, what's up shorty? (girl: what's up) 

Can I get that face? (boy please) 

I'm out here trying to make this doped down money 

Fuck you anyway (fuck you too) 

Hoes want a nigga that's breaking them off 

I ain't got time for that 

But if you want to get real high up to the sky I'm slinging packs 

(dj paul) 

I'm booing yay up out the taxi when I'm in the n.y. 

My brother phil d. gots my back up in the chi. 

L.l., sunny sunny, chris and don't forget dough 

Got you faded by the pound, nigga keeping 'em though 

Lil fin and queens mound y'all forever be thick 

P-mall don't ball I see you moving that shit 

T-bolo, never solo, he ride with tony d. 'times 

Up in the polo (go 'head, go 'head) blast my enemies 

Chorus x8 

(lord infamous) 

The devil's greatest trick was convincing the world he did not exist 

Now I must wrote this strategy to the drunk of this 

Carnal ? knowledges, we will not acknowledge it 

Nickels sold up in the park dog, I want my fucking part of it 

Got to make a pretty pay, scarecrow for the night and day 

Niggas on the ledge or on the roof, we got to move this today 

And don't get no prophet ? , when you pushing hop yo 

Tell this china white style you back, oh, you go, oh 

I'm going to take a walk to the boulevard, 

Till they check on his face and pace 

And make sure way this movie straight, kaiser soze 

I'm walking on razor blades, and keeping them flambayed 

'cause what's on that plate is that peruvian high grade 

I love crack addicts, they have this mesh to me, sunny 

With rocks in your hand it should disappear and turn to money 

The green ill leafs, the evil roots and the seed is greed, paint enemy 

Like time the streets is calling me to feed 

Chorus x8 

(project pat) 

Friends and money, just like oil and water 

Cross the line and you can prepare for the slaughter 

'outta be shot what you looking for some credit bro' 

I got them rocks to get you high but you twenty short 

A newport is all I can give ya' player 

So push on project pat ain't no perpetrater 

A demonstrater, demonstrating dog how it goes 

Hanging with killers with them drains coming out their nose 

Opposing laws in this game so I can stay on top, by slanging rock 

Oh I use my mask and my glock, 

It's non-stop, crack sales every block in town 

I'm trying to come up in this shit just like nino brown 

I'm staying down, watching out, trigger finger itching 

But collard greens like the dope cook up in the kitchen 

You come up missing when you owe a nigga on my block 

'cause down here you get killed over a dime rock 

Chorus fades out...