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What Up

 

What Up


What up, blood?
What up, cuz?
What up, gangsta?
Yeah, uh

What up, blood?
What up, cuz?
What up, blood?
What up, cuz?
What up, gangsta?
What up, gangsta?
What up, gangsta?
Yeah, uh

Every time I turn the news on, it's a dead body on the screen
Might play the lobby with my jewels, I can still party with the fiends
I slept next to killers, I'm the definition of a dollar and a dream
Could never mix the pleasure with the business, you know bitches try to intervene
Tell me why they sending insults, I got youngin's shooting off of impulse
Yeah he toting poles cause he's lit by the street
He unload his hammer and spinned off
No shows, but I still gotta eat, I told all my scammers to send sauce
Plenty of times, yeah I tried to spin, but I never know what my sins cost
They think I be bullshitting when I try to tell 'em that we really on it
I got a full clip with every top opp scribbled on it
Got pressed with the rocket and traveled to court, but I couldn't dribble on it
All my rhymes, I'm expressing my thoughts, I can't put no fibbles on it

What up, blood?
What up, cuz?
What up, blood?
What up, cuz?
What up, gangsta?
What up, gangsta?
What up, gangsta?
Yeah, uh

Hold on, what's poppin'?
No top on the coupe, tell her hop in
Tell a bitch let's go shopping
If punchin's hit like Hopkins
I could do what I please, leave out the league, come back, get a ring like Rodman
I don't like no tease, bitch, get on your knees, don't use no teeth, just mouth
All this makeup she leave on my Louie V carpet
Literally, niggas see me playing possum
They [?], cause these niggas forgot me
From the first tape, had to show these niggas what the word play 'bout
We used to serve yay in the trap house with the work layed out
My homie came home from a bid, tried to do a hit on his first day out
You got a family to feed, my nigga, you know what you worth, stay out
But he just a thug, yeah he just a thug
He just wanna be gangsta, don't know nothing but gangstas

What up, blood?
What up, cuz?
What up, blood?
What up, cuz?
What up, gangsta?
What up, gangsta?
What up, gangsta?
Yeah, uh

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