What's Ya Point-Mia x/Fat Joe/Snoop Dogg

Yeah uh Terror Squad. TS 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 f**k about a ni**a like you Like you B**ch rap cats'll see right through Right through East west man you know how we do How we do it Down south my n***as 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 n***as incarcerated Where you gotta do life or get your life confiscated I often made it through the cold stages Where the government supply d**gs 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 sht 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 ni**a 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 a** Will a ni**a do this or will a ni**a 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 motherf**ker in the giddame Act like you don't know my motherf**kin 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 motherf**kin rest I'm from the motherf**kin west Side of the coast east side of the beach School of hard knocks graduated straight from the streets Sht my hair got longer and my pockets got bigger I got love for real ni**a so what's up jigga Chorus x4 I'm from the itty bitty city at the bottom of the Mississippi river Where n***as quick to kill ya if they don't feel ya Still the southern hospitality is all good Just don't be f**kin 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 ni**a N-O-L-I-M-I-T We all the same we used to slangin when we gangin n***as 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 motherf**ker Love of the hood we stay representin Yall don't recognize a soldier blood and thugs love us in a song Chorus x4 Say what say what Say what say what Same sht same sht. Same sht. Same sht go down in my hood go down in your hood. From New Orleans to Long Beach to New York. To Alabama. To motherf**kin Connecticut. Overseas where the G's don't even speak this sht. Same sht go down. N***as need to unite get this paper. Cause we on a mission. Terror Squad No Limit DPG. That's how we doin this sht. Peace.