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[Intro: Chingy]

[Chorus: Chingy]
You got whips?
We got whips
Dirty, we can talk about some flossin' sh*t
You got hoes?
We got bricks
Homie, we can show you how we hustlin', b*tch
You got clips?
We got clips
Boy, we can hop into some gangsta sh*t
You got chips?
We got chips
Man, the Git It Boyz gettin' it in this b*tch

[Verse 1: Chingy]
I heard that song, boy!
It ain't Another, boy!
Better keep my name out yo mouth, I'm on some others, boy!
I've been discovered, boy!
That's why you hatin', boy!
They like the way I do that right thurr, they relating, boy!
I'm from tha north, boy!
Tha real city, boy!
Whurr all tha cats Git It Boyz, ain't nothin pretty, boy!
See M-Jay and dude? Yeah they my cousins, boy!
They was right thurr, when we was bangin' and thuggin', boy!
Where was you at, boy?
I'm gettin' scratch, boy!
600 thousand, got that Bent and that Maybach, boy!
This hip-hop, boy!
This ain't pop, boy!
Tha streets is really whurr I'm from, and you not, boy!
So grab ya balls, boy!
And make some calls, boy!
And when it get street don't get tha laws involved, boy!
Tha media hypes you, boy!
KRS crushed you, boy!
Plus 50 got you in tha gym tryna get muscles, boy!
Put up tha chains, cars, and the platinum teeth, boy!
And bring tha drama, beef, trouble to tha streets, boy!
You started it, boy!
Well I'ma finish, boy!
Bring [?] kite to tha pen, I'ma send it, boy!
[Chorus: Chingy]
You got whips?
We got whips
Dirty, we can talk about some flossin' sh*t
You got hoes?
We got bricks
Homie, we can show you how we hustlin', b*tch
You got clips?
We got clips
Boy, we can hop into some gangsta sh*t
You got chips?
We got chips
Man, the Git It Boyz gettin' it in this b*tch

[Verse: [?]]
I know some young n*ggas (Young n*ggas)
That a murk you [?] [?] and still be in by they curfew
So if my man say the beef is on
I'ma c*ck back, bust, start releasing them
[?] [?] [?] [?] thought they could patch you up real nice
While I party real nice, gettin' swipe by twin dikes
They took the kid ice and he ain't even try to fight
What kinda general got soldiers that ain't got [?] [?]
Ain't no gettin' mine twice without me heatin' the 9 pipe
Y'all some cats and I really don't think y'all got nine lifes
But I got nine [?] and you can get 'em real easy
So remember Get It Boyz, n*gga, ain't just [?]
[Chorus: Chingy]
You got whips?
We got whips
Dirty, we can talk about some flossin' sh*t
You got hoes?
We got bricks
Homie, we can show you how we hustlin', b*tch
You got clips?
We got clips
Boy, we can hop into some gangsta sh*t
You got chips?
We got chips
Man, the Git It Boyz gettin' it in this b*tch

[Verse 3: [?]]
We got whips and cream, clips with the infa beam
Fat blunts toting [?] [?]
I let fo-fifth spit at your b*tch regime then throw balls at your clique, that's a b*tchin' team
Hood Stars is the sh*t, we gettin' green
[?] [?] start with a Tic, better switch ya team 'cause
You don't wanna know what's next
We blowin' up [?] it's not a bomb threat, [?]
I'm shootin' from the [?] on your hat
I just got hit with f*ckin' tele[?] [?] and tele[?] crack, n*ggas know me
And I be in the street if you ever want beef
Daz, f*cker, I get in that ass, f*cker
I got ice, guns, whips plush cash, f*cker
Ask around and I'll be the last f*cker
To play with or I have what you have, f*cker