Who Did You Expect
DJ Clue Lyrics


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[Jadakiss]
Yo even if I just cooked up, if money's comin give you it moist
And don't be scared to die, I ain't give you a choice
Niggas'll try to kill you 'cause of what they think you got
And the ambulance'll take longer if they think you shot
Nigga fuck the bullshit, Kiss keep a full clip
In front of the store rockin gauze in the woolrich
Blowin sticky green grass, that'll sit me on my ass
Wit a mean sports coupe with 160 on the dash
So what I got a Rollie, and it got alotta ice
I pull my gun out, and bet I get another one tonight
Your brother died, bet your mother lose another son tonight
I'm clever, only time we party, when we beat a body
Or when they free Gotti, so that means never
To my niggas in they cell wit a hour of rec
Or K.L., for beatin a coward to death
I feel why'all, so feel me, even if why'all guilty
Time why'all niggas come home, the god'll be filthy
Even though by then these faggots probably be done killed me
I tell my son, keep it real, give why'all niggas each a bill
So what's the deal, niggas why'all know the deal, uh

CHORUS: Jadakiss
Who did you expect, what, L O X to the death
And we go hard dog, everytime, nothing less
Catch us at the dice game, blowin a thou
Never go in to trial, coppin out, holdin it down
We could get it on, any way shape or form
Any day of the week, Styles, Jada, and Sheek
It ain't hot 'less we are niggas we are the heat
*We Are The Streets* and we makin it hard to eat

[Sheek]
Ayo, you say fuck me, I feel the same way about you bitch
Niggas made you rich and now you act like this
Who them thuggest niggas on your team, guns to the triple beam
Without rap my nickles gleam, drug money make it seem
Fast, niggas puff hydro and hash like it's nicotine
Fake niggas, rid o theem, who flip from wealth
You want space, I give your whole hospital room to yourself
I got doctors who make housecalls when niggas get hit
That way the press and the cops run shit, feel me kid
When it comes to thuggin it, nigga that's my sport
I even pick up your shells so you won't get caught
Dumb dumbs, niggas camouflaged playin as bums
Pop up, shoot through the liquor bottle, straighten your lungs
Take the bum clothes off, buy a paper at the newsstand
Walk by me, scream out, "Somebody help this man"
Not even life insurance helpin your fam, I'm takin that
I'm from Yonkers motherfucker, where the murderers at
Murderous gat, we bloodline no cur in our pack
You owe us dough, have it as that, I leave it at that, faggots

CHORUS
[Styles]
Spittin to live, two bullets hittin your ribs
You christen your kids, I let my son listen to B.I.G.
I won't stop til a thousand niggas fit in my crib
I won't be happy til my last nigga finish his bid
All on the top, yeah you could ball in a drop
I'd rather, ball in a yacht, no callin the cops
In the middle of the ocean, lettin my nine pop
Givin a dime cock, blowin away
Baggin the yae, tryin to get a wagon a day
Pick up a quarter, and still throw my chain in the water
Watch on the floor, bitch I'll put my glock in your jaw
Niggas think they own a label, just signed a deal
You poppin that bullshit they might find you killed
Slum throwin the highway, behind the wheel
Or you could do it my way, relax and chill
You could worship SP sell cracks and peels
Bitch I smack your mouth while you smoke in the field
Run up in your house, then alarmin your grill
Drama for real, you never seen honor and will
Til you wake up in the mornin and your mama is killed





[CHORUS]

Overall Meaning

In DJ Clue's song Who Did You Expect, Jadakiss, Sheek, and Styles rap about the harsh realities of street life and gang culture. These lyrics showcase how these rappers are not afraid to confront the brutal consequences of illegal activity and show their toughness. Jadakiss reflects on how money can attract unwanted attention, and how people may try to kill you if they think you have something valuable. The chorus shows their unwavering commitment to their crew, the LOX, and their willingness to go hard and never back away from a fight. Sheek raps about loyalty to his friends, and how he takes care of business even if it means taking drastic measures. Styles raps about his relentless drive to succeed and his disregard for anything that may hold him back.


The song's lyrics also demonstrate how the group's album, We Are The Streets, was a crucial part of their identity and the source of their image as the hardest crew in the game. They were making it hard for their competition and sending a message that they were not to be messed with. The lyrics are raw and unfiltered, showing their authenticity and how their experiences shaped their outlook on life. The song is a testament to the group's ability to unify and create a sound that is unique and unmatched by any other rap group.


Line by Line Meaning

Yo even if I just cooked up, if money's comin give you it moist
I'll give you the money even if it's hot off the stove.


And don't be scared to die, I ain't give you a choice
If you die, that's on you because I won't give you the option to choose.


Niggas'll try to kill you 'cause of what they think you got
People will try to murder you because of what they assume you have.


And the ambulance'll take longer if they think you shot
If they suspect you're shot, the ambulance will take longer to arrive.


Nigga fuck the bullshit, Kiss keep a full clip
I have no time for nonsense, I always carry a loaded gun.


In front of the store rockin gauze in the woolrich
I'm wearing bandages from an injury outside the store.


Blowin sticky green grass, that'll sit me on my ass
I'm smoking marijuana that's so potent it'll make me sit down.


Wit a mean sports coupe with 160 on the dash
I'm driving a fast sports car at 160 miles per hour.


So what I got a Rollie, and it got alotta ice
I don't care that I have a Rolex watch with lots of diamonds.


I pull my gun out, and bet I get another one tonight
If I use my gun, I'll probably acquire another one soon after.


Your brother died, bet your mother lose another son tonight
If your brother died, I bet your mother will lose another son tonight.


I'm clever, only time we party, when we beat a body
The only time we celebrate is when we take someone out.


Or when they free Gotti, so that means never
We'll never party because Gotti will never be free.


To my niggas in they cell wit a hour of rec
Shoutout to my friends in cells who can only exercise for an hour.


Or K.L., for beatin a coward to death
And to K.L. who killed someone cowardly.


I feel why'all, so feel me, even if why'all guilty
I understand you guys, so listen to me, even if you're guilty.


Time why'all niggas come home, the god'll be filthy
By the time you're out of prison, I'll have a lot of money.


Even though by then these faggots probably be done killed me
Even though by then, these people I dislike may have already killed me.


I tell my son, keep it real, give why'all niggas each a bill
I tell my son to be truthful and to give you all some money.


So what's the deal, niggas why'all know the deal, uh
What's going on, you guys know what's happening.


Who did you expect, what, L O X to the death
Who did you think it was going to be? L O X until we die.


And we go hard dog, everytime, nothing less
We always go hard, nothing less.


Catch us at the dice game, blowin a thou
We'll be at the dice game, betting a thousand dollars.


Never go in to trial, coppin out, holdin it down
We won't go to trial, we'll just take responsibility and hold it down.


We could get it on, any way shape or form
We can start a fight in any way possible.


Any day of the week, Styles, Jada, and Sheek
We're always ready to fight, any day of the week.


It ain't hot 'less we are niggas we are the heat
It's not hot unless we're involved, we are the heat.


*We Are The Streets* and we makin it hard to eat
We are the streets and we're making it difficult for people to make money.


Ayo, you say fuck me, I feel the same way about you bitch
If you insult me, I'll feel the same about you, bitch.


Niggas made you rich and now you act like this
We made you rich and now you're acting ungrateful.


Who them thuggest niggas on your team, guns to the triple beam
Who are the toughest guys on your team? Those with guns to the scale.


Without rap my nickles gleam, drug money make it seem
Without rap, my drug money shines like nickels.


Fast, niggas puff hydro and hash like it's nicotine
People smoke marijuana and hash quickly like it's addictive nicotine.


Fake niggas, rid o theem, who flip from wealth
Get rid of fake people who switch up when they earn money.


You want space, I give your whole hospital room to yourself
If you want some space, I'll give you an entire hospital room to yourself.


I got doctors who make housecalls when niggas get hit
I have doctors who will go to your house if you get injured.


That way the press and the cops run shit, feel me kid
That way, the media and police will be too scared to do anything, understand?


When it comes to thuggin it, nigga that's my sport
When it comes to being a thug, that's my expertise.


I even pick up your shells so you won't get caught
I even pick up your bullet shells so you won't leave any evidence.


Dumb dumbs, niggas camouflaged playin as bums
Dumb people disguise themselves as homeless to blend in.


Pop up, shoot through the liquor bottle, straighten your lungs
Shoot through the liquor bottle to breathe easier.


Take the bum clothes off, buy a paper at the newsstand
Take off the homeless clothes and buy a newspaper at the stand.


Walk by me, scream out, "Somebody help this man"
Walk by me and pretend you're asking for help.


Not even life insurance helpin your fam, I'm takin that
Even life insurance won't help your family, I'll take that money.


I'm from Yonkers motherfucker, where the murderers at
I'm from Yonkers, where the killers are.


Murderous gat, we bloodline no cur in our pack
We have guns that can kill, we're all related with no cowards among us.


You owe us dough, have it as that, I leave it at that, faggots
You owe us money, just pay it and I'll leave it there. Faggots.


Spittin to live, two bullets hittin your ribs
I live to rap, I'll shoot you twice in the ribs.


You christen your kids, I let my son listen to B.I.G.
You baptize your children, I let my son listen to the Notorious B.I.G.


I won't stop til a thousand niggas fit in my crib
I won't stop until I have a thousand people in my home.


I won't be happy til my last nigga finish his bid
I won't be satisfied until my last friend is released from prison.


All on the top, yeah you could ball in a drop
You can experience success by driving a convertible sports car.


I'd rather, ball in a yacht, no callin the cops
I prefer to party on a yacht and not have to call the police.


In the middle of the ocean, lettin my nine pop
In the middle of the ocean, I'll fire my gun.


Givin a dime cock, blowin away
Giving some money to a streetwalker and then driving away.


Baggin the yae, tryin to get a wagon a day
Selling drugs and trying to make a lot of money in one day.


Pick up a quarter, and still throw my chain in the water
Even if I make a small amount of money, I'll still throw my chain into the water.


Watch on the floor, bitch I'll put my glock in your jaw
I'll put my gun in your mouth if you steal my watch.


Niggas think they own a label, just signed a deal
People think they own a record company, but they just signed a contract.


You poppin that bullshit they might find you killed
If you're talking too much nonsense, someone might end up killing you.


Slum throwin the highway, behind the wheel
Driving on the highway in a rundown car.


Or you could do it my way, relax and chill
Or you could do it my way, which is to be calm and relaxed.


You could worship SP sell cracks and peels
You could idolize me and sell drugs like I do.


Bitch I smack your mouth while you smoke in the field
I'll slap you while you're smoking in the field, bitch.


Run up in your house, then alarmin your grill
Break into your home and take your fancy grill.


Drama for real, you never seen honor and will
Real drama, you've never seen honor and will.


Til you wake up in the mornin and your mama is killed
Until you wake up in the morning and your mother is dead.




Lyrics Β© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: DAVID STYLES, JASON T PHILLIPS, KASSEEM DEAN, SEAN D JACOBS

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Achilles704

one of my favorite verses from styles. legendary bars

Chanc' Register

Factoids

Jason Bethea

Y'all fucked up was one of styles greatest verses

RNGslayer

You never seen honor and will tell you wake up in the morning and your mom is killit

Dasheim Crosby

Kiss went crazy

MMA AllDay

This, Go head, Blood Pressure, Stretch armstrong freestyle...only the real dudes know what is fire

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Rapheal Curtis

Amen.

mike thegodson

Go head hits the soul different

Champ Here

I wish they played these in the versuz battle

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