Sadat X - What's Up Wit It lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah Grand Puba, yeah [Hook] It's you and me (Get up) Right now (Get up) on the floor (Get off) Doin' things (Get up) what's up wit it What's up wit it, what's up wit it It's you and me (Get up) Right now (Get up) on the floor (Get off) Doin' things (Get up) what's up wit it What's up wit it, what's up wit it [Grand Puba] As I do it like this I be some where on the top of the list Makin' cla**ic joints way before "The Source" exists No ice, maybe just a lil' bit on the wrist And doin' this since Hot 97 was crisp Now birds wanna press but I ain't with all that Do y athing, ma no hatin' I just did all that It's all good, a n***a been bouncin' hot sh** through the hood When only two or three cars came with wood A legend MC Never got rotation on MTV That don't bother me, got mad love for BET You can bet cha' last dub Every time that I drop I get l-u-v So get up, ain't no need to play the seat now Put em' cause ya know we bring the heat now No time to waste cause horsin' be coursin' Watch me scramble words like they be chicken abortions [Hook] [???] Yo, I'm from a place where n***as pack rhymes like a loaded nine We self-exploit signs and explode in your corroded mind I zone the line, I cross it Ya got the strong arm, enforce it I dare ya Like these crooked as jakes, n***as compared to snakes First mistake thinkin' I bluff then I get irrate Ya best make side stakes, thinkin' I'ma fall Y'all do this just for love, y'all n***as got some gall I'm the answer on the mic like A.I. on the ball If you talkin' money I'm part of that conversation If you talkin' funny, plannin' ya expiration And I ain't even hak on n***as, it's just the truth I rock with a crooked tooth My bedroom's the mic booth I'm 80 percent proof, 20 percent show 50-50 on the dough, 50 percent chance ya live If ya ain't got 50 percent to show [Hook] [Sadat X] I think I just found the sound that we was lookin' for It's what I have to go downtown to the booking for My four eyes could've saw right through her thighs Intertwined bodies, I don't really play the party These fraudulent n***as handshake me to d**h The industry types try to mop up what's left By the code of my dead ancestor's, no doubt All four wheels, so we can be out I drink the mean green six pack And keep police back at bay Work or play, I stay a beast She bitin' on my ear, telling me to release I'm for this winner's side Straight rims and Chucka Tims Black leather, black all weather skullies And 20's of dro, I'd thought I'd let you know That I'm a be here till the black wax melt I'm felt like the Garden fight On my arm is something tight [Hook]