What You Think? by Thugz Mansion Lyrics
[Verse 1: Van Gar V]
Dirty, out the mud like in a sandbox
Evil
Dirty like a used heroine aids needle
Fuck what you heard
Cignifgant and I know you're scur'd
Raw as fuck
We bumpin' again
808-trill-shit comin' out of a shed
Not Cali', New York, Harlem
I post out The Valley
No problem
This cat lives in an alley
Best and I would rap about clips even if we didn't keep shit
Get me?
Stay with me
You can't keep up
Runnin' a race, I never fuck up
Fall flat on your face, hear the fuckin' thump
Pump action shotty
Hotties pump my pistol
Shit, that sound like a tea kettle whistle
Thistle-barb-wire-bats and protest pickets out on the precinct lawn
Spittin' "This ain't where we kick it"
Doubt I'm the decent one?
Stompin' grounds
Couple hounds ain't K-9s
Killing previous rappers
AKs and 9s
Lines and lines and lines
Bars and bars and fuckin' bars
Fuck the police, they ain't in charge
Thugz Mansion be, whattup, we at large
Now hop in the charger, hop in the charger
Barge muthafuck you live in garbage harbour
Stop Harper
Garage artist
Might make like pac and fake my death just so I don't have to put up with this shit
I got 2 hands with a backwoods in one
My right hand is empty except for my gun
Two bands and I'll do it
You lookin' to kill someone pointblank?
.7mm ball pen is the weapon choice
(BRAP) That was just my fuckin' voice
Shit ain't screech like mine
(BANG) Now the blood all moist
I lift your body up on a hoist and the snow below show Gar V was here
When I'm armed with my ball point pen stay clear
Two men ball on point and my joint stay near me
I'll smoke you too, can you fuckin' feel me?
All speed up on your new tracks, Alvin the Chipmunk
New shit on DatPiff, Alvin the Bitchpunk
Underground smokin' that skunk in a nuclear bunker wonderin' who's who and who's undercover
Under the influence under the covers
Not knowin' what to drink, or what I'll uncover
Not knowin' what to think except fuck a shrink
Talk to myself askin' myself "Gar V What You fuckin' Think?"
Nothin'
Dirty, out the mud like in a sandbox
Evil
Dirty like a used heroine aids needle
Fuck what you heard
Cignifgant and I know you're scur'd
Raw as fuck
We bumpin' again
808-trill-shit comin' out of a shed
Not Cali', New York, Harlem
I post out The Valley
No problem
This cat lives in an alley
Best and I would rap about clips even if we didn't keep shit
Get me?
Stay with me
You can't keep up
Runnin' a race, I never fuck up
Fall flat on your face, hear the fuckin' thump
Pump action shotty
Hotties pump my pistol
Shit, that sound like a tea kettle whistle
Thistle-barb-wire-bats and protest pickets out on the precinct lawn
Spittin' "This ain't where we kick it"
Doubt I'm the decent one?
Stompin' grounds
Couple hounds ain't K-9s
Killing previous rappers
AKs and 9s
Lines and lines and lines
Bars and bars and fuckin' bars
Fuck the police, they ain't in charge
Thugz Mansion be, whattup, we at large
Now hop in the charger, hop in the charger
Barge muthafuck you live in garbage harbour
Stop Harper
Garage artist
Might make like pac and fake my death just so I don't have to put up with this shit
I got 2 hands with a backwoods in one
My right hand is empty except for my gun
Two bands and I'll do it
You lookin' to kill someone pointblank?
.7mm ball pen is the weapon choice
(BRAP) That was just my fuckin' voice
Shit ain't screech like mine
(BANG) Now the blood all moist
I lift your body up on a hoist and the snow below show Gar V was here
When I'm armed with my ball point pen stay clear
Two men ball on point and my joint stay near me
I'll smoke you too, can you fuckin' feel me?
All speed up on your new tracks, Alvin the Chipmunk
New shit on DatPiff, Alvin the Bitchpunk
Underground smokin' that skunk in a nuclear bunker wonderin' who's who and who's undercover
Under the influence under the covers
Not knowin' what to drink, or what I'll uncover
Not knowin' what to think except fuck a shrink
Talk to myself askin' myself "Gar V What You fuckin' Think?"
Nothin'