WC - Shut Up Lyrics

Ah hah!
Ah hah!
Hey!
Hey!
Yeah!
Yeah!
(Watch out)
Yeah!
Yeah!

Ah Felli, you think I can flip this shit, huh nigga? (Ha ha)
Nigga I told ya niggas you just gotta give me a beat, nigga
F*ck it, nigga, it's a rep, nigga!
It's a rep! Niggas can't come outside no more, nigga
Dub sizzle, nigga, f*ck a motherf*cking Mike Boone, nigga, I rip this shit, nigga
I'mma put that gangsta twist on a nigga (let's go)
Get that shit down, check it out, know what I'm?

Ghetto, gutter, a nigga that's down to clown, puttin' it down
Fresh outta the county, gang related and affiliated, khakis brownies
Killa Cali, hopin' the turf, curb surf, green nerve
But the homies do sack, hopin' the red and blue racks
Catch me in the SE, CPT to the LBC to the wood to the I-E, but essential I-G
I, show love, show ghetto love, throw me the bud
Rollin' it up, f*ckin' it up, no no not nope
Holding the bud while three women loadin' the slugs up
Hittin' 'em up, gettin' em up, fitting the touch, licking 'em up
Stickin' 'em up, ready to bust, motherf*ckers are ready for Dub
I, all rebel with gettin' it, hittin' it, click-clickin' the gage
Aimin', clearing the crowd out, makin' niggas bow down

Now, where's, my, killers at?
Gangstas?
Hustlers?
Now, where's, my, killers at? (Yeah)
Hustlers? (Yeah)
Gangstas? (Yeah)
Now, where's, my, killers at? (Ah hah) (yeah)
Gangstas? (Bang! Bang! Bang!)
Hustlers? (Nigga!)
Now, where's, my, killers at? (Wooh!) (WC)
Aim and bust ya guns, nigga, make them busters run, nigga (Felli Fel!)

My hood, where the hood at?
Strap that, cap that, get that, clap that, blast back, nigga, where them racks at?
I'm looking for them killers (what)
That nigga that just don't give a f*ck
Turn that whole drank up, stick the whole thang up
Snap that bitch up out of the car, slap her with glock very hard
Pointin' the gun up and shoot and blast, rob her for that Louis bag
F*ck all that talking, nigga, this ain't no robberies
Come off with that diamond necklace, or this thing will get the breeze in (aah shit)
F*ck the cops, never burning a cop, nigga give me the rocks, won't squeezin' the glock
Test 'em, bitch, believe in me, ya'll takin' of the scenery
Swang it, bitch, I'm praning with them khaki shorts hangin'
Nigga, but it's just the G in me, yo hood ain't made no nigga seein' me

Where's, my, killers at? (Mixtape shit)
Gangstas? (Felli Fel)
Hustlers? (WC)
Now, where's, my, killers at? (C Tones)