Текст песни Busta Rhymes - What Up
Busta Rhymes - What Up слова песни
{*scratched: "It`s the new!!"*}Yeah! Yeah, Busta Bust down, Flipmode nowI know what y`all feel like doinGo `head and crash your whip in the fuckin wallIt`s 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 I`m grippin the fourThick bitches 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 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!! Ha, I stay wicked now I`m back on the stripLike I went on a vacation and I`m back from my tripNuff radio rotation like I`m 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 victim`s initials engraved on the back of the clipChicks love the way we roll, how the movement is thickSo official like my name`s on the back of your bitchPay triple for the name on the back of the stitchName like the whole city now I`m changin the pitchKick back kinda crazy when I`m 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 don`t 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]