Greg Smith - What Up lyrics

{*scratched: "It's the new!!"*} Yeah! Yeah, Busta Bust down, Flipmode now I know what y'all feel like doin Go 'head and crash your whip in the f**in wall It's cool, n***as.. we gets busy [Verse One] Fo' sho', spit rogue, get mo' bout to kick in the door Dick sore, split who*es 'til they sh** on the floor Clique more sick from when you use to see us before sh**, k** a n***a quick, n***as know my rapport Keep workers on the strip that be ready for war Brick I flip a little quicker if they sh** in the store Rip, maybe 'til they drop, and they sh** in they drawers sh** crazy when I pop, and I'm grippin the four Thick b**hes in the spot, watch 'em strip for the sport Spit vicious for the block, yeah we swingin a torch Stick n***as for they sh**, thank 'em for they support Quick n***a, 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 sh** to bang from L.A. to the streets of New York [Hook] 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 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 fulla n***as with the strap and the whip Get the gat out of the stash, put it back on my hip Gat bu*t 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 like my name's on the back of your b**h 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 God, sh** is only a myth Grab ahold of the ma**es, I was born with a gift n***as be runnin they trap, throw 'em over the cliff Thinkin and drinkin the Guinness, busy holdin the spliff Flippin and sh**tin on n***as 'til we old and we stiff I don't even drive whips, throw the sh** 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 sh** to bang the Midwest and the rest of the South [Hook]