Busta Rhymes - What Up Lyrics
[scratched: its the new!!]Yeah! yeah, busta bust down, flipmode nowI know what yall feel like doinGo head and crash your whip in the *****in wallIts cool, niggaz.. we gets busy[verse one]Fo sho, spit rogue, get mo bout to kick in the doorDick sore, split whores til they shit on the floorClique more sick from when you use to see us beforeShit, kill a nigga quick, niggaz know my rapportKeep workers on the strip that be ready for warBrick I flip a little quicker if they shit in the storeRip, maybe til they drop, and they shit in they drawersShit crazy when I pop, and Im grippin the fourThick *****es in the spot, watch em strip for the sportSpit vicious for the block, yeah we swingin a torchStick niggaz for they shit, thank em for they supportQuick nigga, better quit snitchin down at the courtCheck track a little slick and try to go on my forbesCause we stackin like we rich, and we holdin the fortThis time, we had to bring it, guess what we broughtThe 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 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 stripLike I went on a vacation and Im back from my tripNuff radio rotation like Im sailin a shipOr when the team circle the block, busy trailin my cliqueTruck packed fulla niggaz with the strap and the whipGet the gat out of the stash, put it back on my hipGat butt you in the face, split and fatten your lipBlood hit the floor louder than the clap when it dripI credit your name with bullets, read the back of the scriptMy victims initials engraved on the back of the clipChicks love the way we roll, how the movement is thickSo official like my names on the back of your *****Pay triple for the name on the back of the stitchName like the whole city now Im changin the pitchKick back kinda crazy when Im holdin the fifthThink you nicer than the god, shit is only a mythGrab ahold of the masses, I was born with a giftNiggaz be runnin they trap, throw em over the cliffThinkin and drinkin the guinness, busy holdin the spliffFlippin and shittin on niggaz til we old and we stiffI dont even drive whips, throw the shit on the lift12 hours, one worker do the whole of the shiftI do the thing to make you open your mouthAnd give you shit to bang the midwest and the rest of the south[chorus]
