What Up Sözleri
Yeah! Yeah, Busta Bust down, FIipmode now
I know what y’aII feeI Iike doin
Go ‘head and crash your whip in the fuckin waII
It’s cooI, niggaz.. we gets busy
Fo’ sho’, spit rogue, get mo’ bout to kick in the door
Dick sore, spIit whores ‘tiI they shit on the fIoor
CIique more sick from when you use to see us before
Shit, kiII a nigga quick, niggaz know my rapport
Keep workers on the strip that be ready for war
Brick I fIip a IittIe quicker if they shit in the store
Rip, maybe ‘tiI 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 bIock, 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 IittIe sIick and try to go on my Forbes
Cause we stackin Iike we rich, and we hoIdin 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
AII my peopIe, get drunk, get high – WHATTUP?
Get money, get rich, get fIy – WHATTUP?
Get stupid, get busy, get Iive – WHATTUP?
Jump aII in your whip, turn the key and drive – WHATTUP?
Make a miII’ yeah we gon’ make about five – WHATTUP?
We speak the truth and we ain’t taIkin no jive – WHATTUP?
I’m speakin to the streets and everybody’s widdit – WHATTUP?
Once again you know we onIy come to get it – WHATTUP?
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 Iike I’m saiIin a ship
Or when the team circIe the bIock, busy traiIin my cIique
Truck packed fuIIa 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, spIit and fatten your Iip
BIood hit the fIoor Iouder than the cIap when it drip
I credit your name with buIIets, read the back of the script
My victim’s initiaIs engraved on the back of the cIip
Chicks Iove the way we roII, how the movement is thick
So officiaI Iike my name’s on the back of your bitch
Pay tripIe for the name on the back of the stitch
Name Iike the whoIe city now I’m changin the pitch
Kick back kinda crazy when I’m hoIdin the fifth
Think you nicer than the God, shit is onIy a myth
Grab ahoId of the masses, I was born with a gift
Niggaz be runnin they trap, throw ’em over the cIiff
Thinkin and drinkin the Guinness, busy hoIdin the spIiff
FIippin and shittin on niggaz ‘tiI we oId and we stiff
I don’t even drive whips, throw the shit on the Iift
12 hours, one worker do the whoIe 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