We Got Chu (feat. Planet Asia)

(Yeah)

Yeah, we blowing this motherfuckin' OG down, right now

Onyx, Planet Asia

You know what we do

It's for the culture

This is for that real hip hop, we got chu

For all my killers on keep lock, we got chu

For all the kids playing the block, we got chu (We got chu)

Yeah yeah yeah, yeah-yeah yeah

This is for that real hip hop, we got chu

For all my killers on keep lock, we got chu

For all the kids playing the block, we got chu (We got chu, we got chu)

I move with move shakers, you move with the move fakers

Just copped the crib and moved on two acres

So who's next to test this, I could attest this

Just gotta text from my connect from Texas

My TEC is fully automatic, just ordered the Patek

I got a disorder, I'm sorta fanatic

For nice whips, nice chicks, Nike kicks

Size nine and a half, the nine in the stash

I used to use the nine and the mask to go stick shit up

Yo, stick what up?

Now we got cash, they wanna stick us up

Just copped the new truck, all these new bucks

Shootin' in the hood, got 'em bringing out the news trucks

Yellow tape, white **** yellin' hate

Just got the 20 inch rims with yellow brakes

Acceleratin'

Fuck celebratin', all my **** in their cell waitin' come home to find hell waitin'

This is for that real hip hop, we got chu

For all my killers on keep lock, we got chu

For all the kids playing the block, we got chu (We got chu)

Yeah yeah yeah, yeah-yeah yeah

This is for that real hip hop, we got chu

For all my killers on keep lock, we got chu

For all the kids playing the block, we got chu (We got chu, we got chu)

Oh, this that street shit

Let me, let me, let me talk that street shit

Oh, this that street shit

Let me, let me, let me talk that street shit

Yeah, it's either drug money, or **** pimping

**** doing stick ups or bitches stripping

Anything to put some food up inside the kitchen

This that hood shit, do anything outside of snitching

Chop it up, **** box it up

For that bread leave you over easy, sop it up

They locked me up 'cause you got beat up

**** ain't thugging, nope must not be us

Who up in here, who the fuck you frontin' for?

I'll have this whole bitch running for the fuckin' door

You want a problem, you fuckin' with the right one

Sound like thunder but it feel like lightning

Ayo, my gun got the hiccups

Don't get your face plastered

All against the wall, literally that's a stick up

Onyx up in the spot

Mad faces throwing blicks up

Stomp you out, quick, don't mixed up in this bitch

Pistol whip thrown in a ditch

Take my advice, turn around and go back home to your bitch

This is underworld rap where yellow spine **** never make it back

For pump faking faking jacks

That's an old school term but some shit never changes

Like getting money and square **** never learning

We back in the whip, forty six cities with them Queens **** wilding out

Retarded as it can get

Catch me with the poor, righteous, and rich

Shining, keep a game face for dirty divine

Evils that ego trip

Soy boy shit we will not do, depend on us for the grimy shit, ****, we got chu

This is for that real hip hop, we got chu

For all my killers on keep lock, we got chu

For all the kids playing the block, we got chu (We got chu)

Yeah yeah yeah, yeah-yeah yeah

This is for that real hip hop, we got chu

For all my killers on keep lock, we got chu

For all the kids playing the block, we got chu (We got chu, we got chu)