What Up

Yeah

Yeah, Busta, Busta down, flip mode now

I know what you all feel like doin'

Go ahead and crash your whip in the fuckin' wall

It's cool, ****, we gets busy

For sho', spit rouge, get more about, to kick in the door

Dick sore, split whores till they shit on the floor

Clique more sick, but when you use to see us before

Shit kill a **** quick **** 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 till they drop and they shit in the drawers

Shit crazy when I pop and I'm grippin' the four

Thick bitches in the spot watch them strip for the sport

Spit vicious for the block, yeah, we swingin' a torch

Stick **** for they shit thank them for they support

Quick ****, better quit snitchin' down at the court

Check track, a little slick and try to go on my Forbes

'Cause we stacking like we rich and we holding 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

All my people get drunk, get high, what up

Get money, get rich, get fly, what up

Get stupid, get busy, get live, what up

Jump all in your whip, turn the key and drive, what up

Make a million, yeah, we gonna make about five, what up

We speak the truth and we ain't talkin' to jive, what up

Speakin' to the streets and everybody's with it, what up

Once again, you know we only come to get it, what up

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 full of **** 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 that 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, kind of 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

**** be runnin' they trap throw the over the cliff

Thinkin' and drinking' the Guinness busy holding the spliff

Flippin' and shittin on **** till 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

All my people get drunk get high what up

Get money get rich get fly what up

Get stupid get busy get live what up

Jump all in your whip turn the key and drive what up

Make a million yeah we gonna make about five what up

We speak the truth and we ain't talking to jive what up

Speaking to the streets and everybody's with it what up

Once again you know we only come to get it what up

Hey you turn me up son