Lyric What Up - Busta Rhymes

Lyric Song What Up: scratched "It s the new!!"

Yeah! YeahBusta Bust downFlipmode now
I know what y all feel like doin
Go head and crash your whip in the fuckin wall
It s coolniggaz we gets busy

Verse One
Fo sho spit rogueget mo bout to kick in the door
Dick soresplit whores til they shit on the floor
Clique more sick from when you use to see us before
Shitkill a nigga quickniggaz 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
Ripmaybe til they dropand they shit in they drawers
Shit crazy when I popand I m grippin the four
Thick bitches in the spotwatch em strip for the sport
Spit vicious for the blockyeah we swingin a torch
Stick niggaz for they shitthank em for they support
Quick niggabetter quit snitchin down at the court
Check track a little slick and try to go on my Forbes
Cause we stackin like we richand we holdin the fort
This timewe had to bring itguess what we brought
The hottest shit to bang from LA to the streets of New York

Chorus
All my peopleget drunkget high WHATTUP
Get moneyget richget fly WHATTUP
Get stupidget busyget live WHATTUP
Jump all in your whipturn 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!! HaI 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 blockbusy trailin my clique
Truck packed fulla niggaz with the strap and the whip
Get the gat out of the stashput it back on my hip
Gat butt you in the facesplit and fatten your lip
Blood hit the floor louder than the clap when it drip
I credit your name with bulletsread the back of the script
My victim s initials engraved on the back of the clip
Chicks love the way we rollhow the movement is thick
So official like 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 kinda crazy when I m holdin the fifth
Think you nicer than the Godshit is only a myth
Grab ahold of the massesI was born with a gift
Niggaz be runnin they trapthrow em over the cliff
Thinkin and drinkin the Guinnessbusy holdin the spliff
Flippin and shittin on niggaz til we old and we stiff
I don t even drive whipsthrow the shit on the lift
12 hoursone 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