The Prodigy - Waddup Gz lyrics

Waddup G'z By Prodigy of Mobb Deep What up? What up G's What, what up? What up G's What, what up? x8 It ain't nothing but this murder rap It ain't nothing, it ain't nothing but this money stacks It ain't nothing, it ain't nothing but the same old Plan that we had planned from the front door I write a 16 and disrespect your whole career Compared to me you sound an amateur Just a novice; I'm an expert word smith Playing games I'm an animal with this; We're not the same, that's very f**ing obvious You're not a made mobster you're an obelisk Don't let me catch you in the streets; you're a sandwich Or picnic, pick a n******g; I will damage Little boy get his motherf**ing head flew It ain't nothing, it ain't nothing I been through My practice makes perfect aim Nah you're not ready for war, bang bang What, what up? What up G's What, what up? x8 It ain't nothing but this murder rap, It ain't it, ain't nothing but these money stacks It ain't it, ain't nothing but the same old Plan that we had planned from the front door I'll pop a shot that'll wrap up your whole life One shot, one shot and it's good night Nice and neat, tuck 'em in the with the white sheet Sleeping bags for them f*gs trying to fight me Can't fight it, this was meant, this was meant to be