whats up, that's whats up, that's whats up, tha that's whats up, that's whats up. [Verse 2:] What up Pooh What up Juke What up Drama (ayye) What
there's no let up, you walked into a set up It's suckin' you down and now you can't get up Why because you froze the moment we met up And I never run
this club is crowded we should go telly got room but i got more(more)room ain't enough come on baby girl that's whats up (that's what's up)one more drink
stash box popped 2 glocks Peace "All Eyez on Me" 2Pac Everybody know he a boss he gotta floss He on the same bullshit that sent Gotti up north That's
on that flow shit Jeezy Montana Cocaine capital That would be Atlanta One triple O where I'm from Thata??s a homo Nigga catch ya slippin' where I'm from Thata
that new Jeezy CD? Put on that Yo Gotti I'm diggin' in ya coochie While we listenin' to Gucci on a rap song Me and you, yo mama and yo cousin Baby,
' it up the squad stay feelin' the truck With chicks that's willin' to triz with us, uh You say you gotta man and your in love But what's love gotta
record, you could suck my dick Bitch you from around the way it's sad what this do to me But Queensbridge, we gotta have unity They say the bridge is
it cut the cord Lights out guerilla radio Turn that shit up Lights out guerilla radio Turn that shit up Lights out guerilla radio Turn that shit up
Gotti Don't forget about Tray Deee and Slip Capone This for the West Coast one, ha, ha Saggin', nigga G'd up, sippin' Sip nigga, dip nigga, set trip nigga Gotta
[Jay-Z] Yeah!! Check it check it out Uhhh haha gotta keep it fat Chorus: Jay Z (repeat 2X) I can't get with that I gotta keep it thick never miss so
digger I can see the green mile in her Put it down, put it down put it down, fool The flashy ones get robbed in the bathroom "Yo, get up, yo, it's jewelry
there?) Yo, hey yo [Chorus 2X: Sheek and Redman] Get up, stand up - throw your hands up All my thug niggaz throw your motherfuckin hands up Get up, stand up
hand clutchin', your chest-plate contemplate You 'bout to die, nigga wait, keep yo' hands high Yo, yo yo I don't brownnose out of town hoes I'm up around
[ intro: fat joe ] Yeah yeah Terror squad what-what Cuban link what-what '99, baby [ verse 1: cuban link ] Yo ladi-dadi, mami, I love to party Plus I
era's the squad man Yeah uh yo uh yo Aye yo, I'm old school like Rick Ruler, sick jewels to big buddah Lift dudes wit the six shooter luger That means
to pumpin' dis And they start to finding out what what rappin' really is Yoouu gonna have to change up all yo shit (Yo shit) Yo shit, yo shit (Yo shit, yo
grow up to be hardcore criminals Shoot 'em up, slang dope always pimpin' hoe's I know its those that don't believe What I'm sayin' on the mic right
