What Up

作词 : T. Smith/J. Yancey

作曲 : T. Smith/J. Yancey

Yeah! Yeah, Busta Bust down, Flipmode now

I know what y'all feel like doin

Go 'head and crash your whip in the ****ing wal

It's cool, niggas.. we gets bus

[Verse One]

Fo' sho', spit rogue, get mo' bout to kick in the door

Niggas sore, split whores 'til they shit on the floo

Clique more sick from when you use to see us before

Mother****er, kill a nigga quick, niggas know my rappor

Keep workers on the strip that be ready for war

Brick I flip a little quicker if they shit in the stor

Rip, maybe 'til they drop, and they shit in they drawer

Shit crazy when I pop, and I'm grippin the fou

Thick bitches in the spot, watch 'em strip for the spor

Spit vicious for the block, yeah we swingin a torch

Stick niggas for they shit, thank 'em for they suppor

Quick niggas, better quit snitchin down at the cour

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 Yor

[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 *******p

Or when the team circle the block, busy trailin my clique

Truck packed fulla niggas with the strap and the whi

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 ******

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 myt

Grab ahold of the masses, I was born with a gift

Niggas be runnin they trap, throw 'em over the clif

Thinkin and drinkin the Guinness, busy holdin the spliff

Flippin and shittin on niggas 'til we old and we stif

I don't even drive whips, throw the shit on the lif

12 hours, one worker do the whole of the *******ft

I do the thing to make you open your mouth

And give you shit to bang the Midwest and the rest of the Sout

[Chorus]