Lyrics:
(What!)
I still walk through the hood by motherfucking myself
And if I have some beef nigga I don't need know help
A nega ain't Puffy and a nigga ain't
(What!)
I still walk through the hood by motherfucking myself
And if I have some beef nigga I don't need know help
A nega ain't Puffy and a nigga ain't
to the code
Yeah, them people ran up on me
Asking me do I know something
Looked them in they eyes and said if I knew something
I wouldn't know nothing
ain't come to party muh'fucker just sit down
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up
She's bad, she's bad, she's bad I know
them niggas why you mad, son (okay, gentlemen please, one at a time)
Tell 'em why you mad, son, word up, tell 'em why you mad, son
You know what I'm
them niggas why you mad, son (okay, gentlemen please, one at a time)
Tell 'em why you mad, son, word up, tell 'em why you mad, son
You know what I'm
me a chance"
This is a Range Rover, this not a Lamb'
Usin' a money counter up again
I cannot count it up right with my hands
You know my gun, it
(Chi-tizzle)
We lead the league in this here man (Believe that)
You know what I'm talkin about? (Yeah, hell yeh)
That's forty toes man, add that up, forty
my vibe homie
I don't wanna trust them bitches cause they gonna, Aye
You know what I am up to say
You know what I am about to do
I just wanna fuck all
Ooh, say what, say what, say what
Ooh, girl you know what's up
Ooh, say what, say what, say what
Ooh, girl you know what's up
Me and my niggas
Uh (DMX, Sisqó)
Yo, what these bitches want from a nigga?
Dru Hill, you know what I'm sayin'?
What these bitches want from a nigga?
Hmm (Ruff
know what's upstairs (Jesus)
Suicidal thoughts got you wonderin' what's up there (Lord)
And while they introduce the party, they say it's up there
Too
know, running in the Slick Rick
Bro, getting hit up by Big Daddy Kane. What the fuck, bro
Sorry I put it out like that, but it's facts, you know what I'm
Of great changes in technology and
Social mobility we responded to this
Constrictive environment by overcoming our
Fears and developing what came to be
Known
surprise
Catch 'em by surprise
Catch 'em by surprise
Let's go
Bounce to the beat, people hands up
Everybody in the place stand up
And jump it, shake
Thats what im up for
You gon know me
You gon know me
You gon know me by my hardwork
You gon know me by my grindtime
You gon know me by my hardwork
You
that
Cats be frontin', like they know me, yo, what's up wit' that
You gone say what's up and I'ma say nothin', strangers
My interest strictly record
panties
Don't you panic, when I catch up with yo bitch you know I'm smashing
I can put her on her feet, or on head gasket
You gotta tell me what's wrong
Jesus, black Jesus
Jesus, black Jesus
I been feeling so down
I think they should know now
I think they should know what's up
That's that road
I know that you're sitting there deep in your velvet seats and you're
thinking "Uh, he's up there saying something that he thinks about, but I'll
to cover up trauma
And when you're one of the leading authorities in New Jersey on trauma
You know what you have to do with it, you process it through art
Time goes by so slowly
Time goes by so slowly
Time goes by so slowly
I don't know what to do
Time goes by so slowly
Time goes by
I'm hanging up on you
Block look like a drive-thru
They know what's up
A1 bundles for the low, they know it's us
I walked in this motherfucker loaded up
42 on my wrist, this
in Yo' city (In Yo' city)
(What's up? What's up) Can You let me know
Let me know? (Yeah)
(What's up! What's up) What's
Up? (What is up?) (What's up
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