What U Want?

Nick Wiz ft. U.G. ft. D.V. Alias Khrist - “What U Want?”
[Emcee(s): U.G. and D.V. Alias Khrist]
[Producer(s): Nick Wiz]
[Hook/Vocals: D.V. Alias Khrist]

[Verse 1: U.G.]
Me and D.V
Alias Khrist, oh my, blow by
Niggas like Allen Ivo’, real rap shit
Hold plastic with nine in the clip, we sip
Gin and rip men in this rap war, clap at your door
Haha! You want the rah-rah? I bring it to you
Papa, hot like enchiladas—what’s the verdict?
My words swerve through the suburbs, I’ll bag birds standing
On curb while herbs observe game-spitting
My chain glistens, leave your brain missing, U.G.’s sickening
I’ve been through more rubbers than Michelin. I hope
You’re listening for real, y’all. We bring the ill shit
And want dough like Will Smith. Fuck y’all! What?!?

[Verse 2: D.V. Alias Khrist]
My life is like
Malcolm X ‘cause I used to be a hustler
Straight pimping, mеssing with women of all kind
Self-educatеd, even with school knowledge, changed
My train of thought and seen signs from the wallets
Reiterated my moves ‘cause time’s of the essence
And blessings manifestate through God’s lessons
My music is my profession and I wait for my time
To sign deals ‘cause I deal with perfection, microphone
Journalist describing the ways of the fictional
Rhyme design be subliminal and simple, some say
I’m too analytical and too political
But I say, “Bump that,” and write lines for my inner spirit

[Hook: D.V. Alias Khrist]
If hip hop is what you want
Then that’s what you’ll receive
Because it is time
For the real emcees
If hip hop is what you want
Then that’s what you’ll receive
Because it is time
For the real emcees, feel me?

[Verse 3: D.V. Alias Khrist]
It’s U.G. and D.V., so get your head right
Play your position before you even think to grab the mic
I ignite fluids once my tongue hits the matches
Lyrical arsonist who speaks to the masses
BMR, SMG, yeah, they’re scared to pass us
Can’t look at my face ‘cause I’m cockeyed through the glasses
They tried to trash us by stealing the style. You’re hearing
Us now, new and improved, back with a kick now
So you better get it together
‘Cause we ain’t playing no games
And if you knew what I knew
Then you would respect the name—come on!

[Verse 4: U.G.]
Yo, fuck rocking
Iceberg. Son, I slice words for the mic nerds
And rap heads, hit tracks hard like Chavez
Split the DAT heads with the rawness, I’m flawless
With a cordless—record this. U.G.’s gorgeous, I jump
Through loops like a porpoise, kick back like
A tourist when rubber grips, dozens of chicks, I’m loving
This shit, shorties hugging my prick, hold on
I’m ill, so forth and so on, smooth like a roll-on

[Hook: D.V. Alias Khrist] (x3)
If hip hop is what you want
Then that’s what you’ll receive
Because it is time
For the real emcees

[Outro: D.V. Alias Khrist]
Feel me?
Feel me? Feel me?
Feel me? Feel me?
Feel me? Mmm!
No, no! No, no!
Mmm! Mmm!
Mmm! No, woah! No, woah!