What Up by Busta Rhymes
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Song title What Up
Artist Busta Rhymes
scratched "its the new!"
yeah! yeah
busta bust down
flipmode now
i know what yall feel like doin
go head and crash your whip in the fuckin wall
its 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 im 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 la 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 aint talkin no jive - whattup?
im speakin to the streets and everybodys widdit - whattup?
once again you know we only come to get it - whattup?
verse two
aowwwwwww! ha
i stay wicked now im back on the strip
like i went on a vacation and im back from my trip
nuff radio rotation like im 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 victims initials engraved on the back of the clip
chicks love the way we roll
how the movement is thick
so official like my names on the back of your bitch
pay triple for the name on the back of the stitch
name like the whole city now im changin the pitch
kick back kinda crazy when im 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 dont 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