Now What - Spice 1, E.A. Ski, Spice 1 & E.A. Ski

Yeah nigga…

Bossalini, Fetty Chico, Shiznilty

In this muthafucka with EA-Ski K nigga

I got my muthafuckin EA-Ski K nigga

Yeah…

We ain’t did shit for years but here it is you punk muthafucka

You thought we wouldn’t gon do it bitch

Blooaw!!!

(Spice 1)

It’s like the NFL

But I don’t rush the quarterback I rush the whole thang back

And I pick up another sack

Face-maskin muthafuckas but the mask we gon wear is black

And when I touch down my team pick me up in a cadillac

Nigga how you love that?

Where the bud at?

Suckers never could hold a thug back

Spittin drug raps

Me and Ski we got the blood batch

Now what batch (=bitch)

Niggas out there who doubt us they can suck dack (=dick)

I bust caps, snaps niggas and head back

Open the bottle of cognac, lookin for wires and phone taps

Bossalini you can’t see me, niggas need to go with that

I get high and blow up with my mind lands

And land mines right between your muthafuckin eyes

In these sins of time

Extra ordinary, far from your average

I’m puttin extras on it, extra manage, extra savage, extra G’s

Get your money on

That’s money over bitches cause they breathe envy

Now what?

Some niggas say we ain’t doin way too much

But Spice 1 and Mr. Ski hooked the fuck back up

Now what?

Some niggas say it’s time to bring the pain

So we came to put our muthafuckin dick in the game

(EA-SKI)

I cut loosin these fuckin ho’s

Bitches get shooked when I hook up with my dawg

It’s like that nigga

We’re tryin to get phat and that’s all

I got my muthafuckin mind on it

I’m bout to put my hands on it

Look out for your spot when I lands on it

Keepin it gangsta, 24-some all day shit

We’re bringin it bitch, claimin it on this ol' Bay shit

I got my heat locked and I cocked it

I gotta keep these fuckin big nuts in my pocket

Look out for this muthafuckin hot Glock when I drop it

Pop it, yes I will

You ain’t got shit that can stop it when it’s bout to kill

Tryin to make my cash flow

Stay out my path when I roll

Tryin to ask shit to make my man swoll

Get chicked on, nigga we ain’t gon fuckin around, we call to ball (that's right)

Out here doin this shit, puttin it down like a waterfall

Big dog tryin to catch one, get in my way catch one

To the gut muthafucka, now what muthafucka

Artist, producer, the nigga that’ll bring the heat

And make these bitches bow

Even these all-in rappers can’t fuck with my style

I hit these niggas with that Mr. Ski shit

It seperates me from that fake gangsta shit

Nigga I blast, musically, vocally I’m unfadeable

…A earthquake???

Fuck that, I hit niggas with tornados and brake 'em down

Shake 'em down, lay 'em face down

Give me mine or I’ma empty out these rounds

Now what?

(Spice 1)

Extra clips, extra funds, extra cash, extra guns

This is the new millenium, many niggas packs milli guns

Trigger gots no heart, we still dump 'em in ditches

And we can soew up your spot

We leave your shit up in stitches

See this is the type of shit that hater niggas dream

Suckers wave their eyebrows, bitches turn they head

Lookin at us, sayin «Damn!

Mr. Ski & Fetty Chico»

I wonder if they goin to the studio, can we go?

(EA-SKI)

So now it’s up

So now it’s up

Now what nigga???

Tell me…

Somebody better talk to me…

I don’t hear nuthin…

Are you stuck???

You didn’t think this would happen, not???

You’se a bitch made nigga

Yeah, you’re sittin up there pissed with your eyebrows down…

Punk!!!

Hahahaha…

We’re doin it like this everyday all day 2K

Spice Weezie

Mr.Skeezie

I-M-Geezie

I’m out this bitch