Az - What Up lyrics

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Az - What Up lyrics

[Verse 1: AZ] Serpent Nas, nocturnal Circumsizse rock thermos Ride or die homicide vibe when them shots burn you Hop ergo keep low close shop Hop hurdles hot verbal Worry not got the blocks further Fast follow numb off the rum red bottle Jet models from jump Been a threat to some survival One bible same crew few rivals came through Blue rifles flames foo f** a I'm the same too The game is small, the shells is large I came to war on hammer god I'm from the core I claim for all So fire wind ready I annihilate deadly High in the Chevy Movin' on the two way, tag on the two way With fam on the toche Blue ray, up close push a n***a two pace Soufle, superstar stat without the Lou pay [Chorus: Sheek Louch] You get it poppin' so do we homie, co*k yo sh** I don't care where you from, who the f** you get This is D-Block, n***as betta rep they set Cause it's on, it's on (2x) [Verse 2: Sheek Louch] Yeah, Hey yo, I keep the hammer co*ked right on stage Sheek Louch an OG but, I don't have to act my age f** around I'll let that silverback out his cage Hide the body till yo skin color, c**aine rage Listen, I suggest you keep a calm like fishin' For this fire come out like, nitro glycine Back to you, load it up, you think I'm pissin' I'll leave these coward motherf**ers rotisserie chicken Seen it done it, ran from police I got diamonds in my eyes like my rose stole Jesus' piece We could do this now or after the show Hey yo Bully clip up Police coming? f** it, pop some mo' [Chorus: Sheek Louch] You get it poppin' so do we homie, co*k yo sh** I don't care where you from, who the f** you get This is D-Block, n***as betta rep they set Cause it's on, it's on (2x) [Verse 3: Hell Rell] Stop, picture me being scared of a snitch n***a (nope), b**h n***a (nope), I'ma young rich n***a (yeah) Got some backs for you, so come b**h n***a Wanna talk bricks n***a? Lets get rich n***a See I'ma paid man, plus a made man God must've had me in mind when he made man And don't worry I'ma find all my enemies Smoke blunts of kush so my dime is a Hennessy They call me grim reaper They got a page I whip back the beepers I'm all about a Franklins like a rether When it come to that coke I'm the ring leader Don't make me sweep up the streets with the street sweeper Come to my crib Let you see what I'll do n***a Knock some walls down make the indoor pool bigger You can't relate to that talk, because I'm too richer The hit is out, Guess on who? You n***a!! [Chorus: Sheek Louch] You get it poppin' so do we homie, co*k yo sh** I don't care where you from, who the f** you get This is D-Block, n***as betta rep they set Cause it's on, it's on (2x)