Artist: D-Gotti f/ Big Moe, D-Reck, Dirty $
Album:  Street Sermon
Song:   Man! What's the Deal
Typed by: Lil Hustle

(*talking*)
It's D-Gotti, Mr. Sonny Bo-Bo
D-Reck, AKA Johnny Dangerous
Can't forget about Dirty $, we gon' represent this thang
Feel me, Y2K baby and all I wanna know is uh
(man, what's the deal), feel that
Ain't playing on this side baby, Third Coast born
Feel me Y2K hoo-day, bout to go down out here
Wreckshop Family for life, enough of this talking
Time to give it to em

[Dirty $]
Man, what's the deal
Dirty $ just jacked some folks, sent for his chill
Man, what's the deal
Gripping grain hogging lanes, in my foreign automobiles
Man, what's the deal
Took her to my house on the hill, and fed her ecstasy pills
She said, (man you got skills)
Cause I hit her with the drill, from 3 until
I'm the man, she can't deal with how she feel
Now she all up in my grill, but I gotta keep it real
On the mash for a mill, Perrelli piece and all steel
Twinkie inch till, candy red over seal screens falling at will
Come Southern touching my Gucci twill, swear to y'all gon' feel
T-X-A crooked letter bond keep playing, you haters keep praying
Wreckshop we for real, you know what I'm saying

[Chorus]
(man, what's the deal)
Throw your hands in the air, if you know you real
(man, what's the deal)
Down here my grip wheel, riding stainless steel
(man, what's the deal)
Body rocking in the club, with a fo' on chill
(man, what's the deal)
I said the world gon' feel, Southsi' for li'

[D-Gotti]
I say the world gon' feel, Southside for life
Done ignited the flame, you boys can't put out
Pulled out a GTS, on a hot summer night
But now we be 2000, bub lights shining bright
Puffing on flight, it's hell of a cost to feel tight
Put a six in my system, so you know I'm dynamite
Aaight know i'm saying, y'all know my trunk swaying
Displaying miles roofing, let boys know I ain't playing
Pop a seal just to kill, skills is bout to shine
Model time on my mind, that's cause D-Gotti on line
Uh-uh dump ya, Gucci to the ground and back
Another nine filled with the red, on twenty inch tires
Feeling fine from the side, you boppers on my
Young cats stepping too, wave your Rolly's at the sky
Chocolate tai mixed with la', got a nigga feeling fly
Peeling down I-10, with BMG to put it down
Chase worker broad let her, Southside of Houston Texas
Man I'm bout the dolla, ain't holding no plexes
We shakes less, street keep testing me
I could save some constant hustling, brains tell me how to be
Gucci lens help me see, through the bullshit niggaz scream
Talking down on a player, cause I'm living they dream
Ain't me cause it ain't too long, cause I'm real
And if you feel like I feel, go on tell me what's the deal huh

[Big Moe]
Man what's the deal, got 4's in my grill
Pop trunk I'm a G, M-O-E showing skills
I'm load up in the game, piece and chain
Let my nuts gon' hang, keep my hand on grain
I'm a G like that, I'ma squash the chat
I'ma hit the Boulevard, top down and bang hat
It's that nigga Moe, down to slam a Lac do'
Sipping on a pint, nigga fuck a potent fo'

[Chorus]

[D-Reck]
A million dollar soldier, on a billion dollar mission
Like a hot clock, Wreckshop family we spitting
And we hard hitting, and I can't forget to mention
Dog we tripping drank we sipping, it's wood wheel that we gripping
In the land of trill bout our scrill, that's why I tote the steel
You wreck the ghetto bred, on a million dollar bill
I'ma pop a pill if I feel, or I might pop the seal
Or just might pop the trunk, on a '67 Coupe Deville
Your girl I'ma take her, spit some game to her like Sega
Toss her up pass her round, like I'm playing for the Lakers
We some heave weighters high steakers, Wreckshop money makers
Can't take her chest breaker, hit her up then I shake her
On to the next spot, 'nother show sold out
We gon' go all out, real city on lock
Blinded with the diamonds, that we got from rhyming
Down here, ghetto stars be shining and grinding

[Chorus]