Everything Ya Got lyrics

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Put 'em in the air, motherf*cker, or pop back
Show me that that gun work, you talking is like that
'Cause I'ma take everything, to the engagement ring
To a little Italian bags, the whole ba-da-bing
Sheek on his pirate sh*t, 1 patch, 1 room [?]
Working out, eating salmon, on some diet sh*t
Waiting for n*ggas to c*ck back and try it sh*t
f*ck that, I go to war with the blue suit
Just for fun, I clap at n*ggas that's too cute
Eat a di*k, you ain't saying nothing slick to a can of oil
I used to run around with a stick and [?] foil
Had to fall back, 'cause my mama blood pressure would boil
Used to roll with Universal, but that sh*t was [?]
Now with Cotch, I think I'll cop everything
I don't play, I aim at your head and say
n*gga

[Verse 2: J-Hood]
I take everything you got, like a n*gga on [?]
[?] sh*t flip twice, and put it on my man [?]
I ain't asking you for sh*t, [?] make you come out [?]
P Miller style, uh, I'ma see if he 'bout it
I want everything, b*tch, strip down to your socks
Just for thinking you can f*ck with J-Hood and D-Block
[?]
You already know what it is, n*gga, you [?]
You used to having [?] now it's owned by me
[?] f*ck back before I call Louch and P
I don't need to at all, I handle y'all on my dolo
Y'all disgusting with this homo rap, it's f*cking up my mojo
I done took everything, y'all could possibly give
Shut your mouth and be happy, that I'm letting you live
Split your head like a cantaloupe, and slice up your [?]
[?] lyrical precision, [?] stay with the [?]
[Verse 3: Styles P]
Take everything you got, like you gave it, n*gga
Catch you at the A.T.M., go in your savings, n*gga
Or else get hit with the sh*t that I'm waving, n*gga
Give up your cable, n*gga
Or I'ma make sure you disabled, n*gga
Not able to move, or able to speak
That's how it is if a n*gga ain't able to eat
I could see the victim in him, the b*tch in him
While I get the money, I [?] in him
Sentimental n*gga, moving slow, gun butt him in the temple, n*gga, tell his ass hurry up
Or we gon' hit him in he stomach with the pump
Let it dump till this man thinking he throwing f*cking curry up
You know the ghetto real, you know the motto
We get them fore they get us
Bury them for they bury us
Never put my sh*t away
Blow a splif away
Asking them b*tch n*ggas, wouldn't you like to get away?