ฟังเพลงWhat Up (Explicit)

What Up - Busta Rhymes

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

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 l.a. to the streets of new york

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?

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