What Up
(专辑: It Ain't Safe No More... - 2002)
[scratched: "It's the
new!!"] Yeah! Yeah, Busta Bust down, Flipmode now I
know what y'all feel like doin Go 'head and crash your whip in the
fuckin wall It's cool, niggaz.. we gets busy [Verse One] Fo' sho', spit rogue, get mo' bout to kick in the
door Dick sore, split whores 'til they shit on the
floor Clique more sick from when you use to see us before Shit, kill a
nigga quick, niggaz know my rapport Keep workers on the
strip that be ready for war Brick I
flip a
little quicker if they shit in the
store Rip, maybe 'til they drop, and they shit in they drawers Shit crazy when I
pop, and I'm grippin the
four Thick bitches in the
spot, watch 'em strip for the
sport Spit vicious for the
block, yeah we swingin a
torch Stick niggaz for they shit, thank 'em for they support Quick nigga, better quit snitchin down at the
court Check track a
little slick and try to go on my Forbes Cause we stackin like we rich, and we holdin the
fort This time, we had to bring it, guess what we brought The
hottest shit to bang from L.A. to the
streets of New York [Chorus] All my people, get drunk, get high WHATTUP? Get money, get rich, get fly WHATTUP? Get stupid, get busy, get live WHATTUP? Jump all in your whip, turn the
key and drive WHATTUP? Make a
mill' yeah we gon' make about five WHATTUP? We speak the
truth and we ain't talkin no jive WHATTUP? I'm speakin to the
streets and everybody's widdit WHATTUP? Once again you know we only come to get it WHATTUP? [Verse Two] AOWWWWWWW!! Ha, I
stay wicked now I'm back on the
strip Like I
went on a
vacation and I'm back from my trip Nuff radio rotation like I'm sailin a
ship Or when the
team circle the
block, busy trailin my clique Truck packed fulla niggaz with the
strap and the
whip Get the
gat out of the
stash, put it back on my hip Gat butt you in the
face, split and fatten your lip Blood hit the
floor louder than the
clap when it drip I
credit your name with bullets, read the
back of the
script My victim's initials engraved on the
back of the
clip Chicks love the
way we roll, how the
movement is thick So official like my name's on the
back of your bitch Pay triple for the
name on the
back of the
stitch Name like the
whole city now I'm changin the
pitch Kick back kinda crazy when I'm holdin the
fifth Think you nicer than the
God, shit is only a
myth Grab ahold of the
masses, I
was born with a
gift Niggaz be runnin they trap, throw 'em over the
cliff Thinkin and drinkin the
Guinness, busy holdin the
spliff Flippin and shittin on niggaz 'til we old and we stiff I
don't even drive whips, throw the
shit on the
lift 12 hours, one worker do the
whole of the
shift I
do the
thing to make you open your mouth And give you shit to bang the
Midwest and the
rest of the
South [Chorus]