Artist: Chops f/ Raekwon Album: Virtuosity Song: What's Fuckin' Wit Us Typed by: CnoEvil@Wu-Lyricz.Com [Intro: Raekwon] Where Chops at? Uh-huh, yeah, straight up magician shit They call you The Butcher, huh? Yeah, where The Butcher at? Where The Butcher? This a Vocab/Ice Water colabo Yeah... guns and ammo, you know me? More ammo nigga, word up, go and do that [Raekwon] Aiyo, behold of the pale horse, or the nigga in the Rolls With the code with the gold on, ill voice The six invention of whips is ventin', on how we glide Money on the line, wise decisions Wild, see all the burners in the jumpers And them niggaz got off frontin', Tig' Woods style Hands is ready, machetes, ice pick Five dollar killas, that'll run up in ya villa.. Blaow, you wild, yeah, dress my niggaz proper Buy 'em a helicopter Friday, Wednesday got locked up Call all the associates up, I need a new valor Monday They got me in the jail that I copped What up, more expensive sea glasses, jean jackets Peep the unique fashions, street ammo, let the heat handle Smooth, one of the illest fleets Ice Water/Vocab, about to take over the streets, what? [Chorus: Raekwon] Aiyo, now what's fuckin' wit us? For all the gun holders and drugs, now what's fuckin' wit us? For all the ones holdin' snubs, what's fuckin' wit us? And yo, fucked around and got his wig piece hit up Aiyo, now what's fuckin' wit us? For all the blunt rollers wit dimes, now what's fuckin' wit us For all the rum holders in clubs, what's fuckin' wit us? Aiyo, fucked around and got his wig piece hit up [Raekwon] Aiyo... there he go again with his shit Who give a fuck if he rich, I will yap that nigga and his bitch Comin' through frontin', they can get it Vivid-ness, comin' at ya'll niggaz, take that, we want our paper back We in the hood with the wolves, with the wool on The best made put ons, with the best made goods Stop, flocked and locked, every block, your Great Dane got shot All you know it all looked good Stay up, we into sprayin' niggaz, straight up, pay up Fuck playin' with 'em, hit that nigga dead or I'ma lay up He just a new player, kid, just recognize I've been mayor, been flippin' cribs, killed different haters [Chorus] [Raekwon] All I need is the burgundy iron, yeah the shit that shoot 50 I paint it if the shit look live Haircuts, the team lookin' real grown-up So many young niggaz on the come up, they all got tried Rock vibe, a lot of niggaz died Don't start actin' like you real when your joint never bust since five Stay high, take care of fam provide Ride with the real, keep it on the low pro', and slide [Chorus] [Outro: Raekwon (Chops scratches)] The Butcher... Lex Leonardo.. Now what's fuckin' wit us?