Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What Up, artist - AZ. Album song Legendary, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 22.11.2010
Record label: Real Talk Entertainment
Song language: English
What Up |
| 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 |
| Fuck 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 nigga two pace |
| Soufle, superstar stat without the Lou pay |
| You get it poppin' so do we homie, cock yo shit |
| I don’t care where you from, who the fuck you get |
| This is D-Block, niggas betta rep they set |
| Cause it’s on, it’s on (2x) |
| Yeah, Hey yo, I keep the hammer cocked right on stage |
| Sheek Louch an OG but, I don’t have to act my age |
| Fuck around I’ll let that silverback out his cage |
| Hide the body till yo skin color, cocaine 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 motherfuckers 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? |
| Fuck it, pop some mo' |
| You get it poppin' so do we homie, cock yo shit |
| I don’t care where you from, who the fuck you get |
| This is D-Block, niggas betta rep they set |
| Cause it’s on, it’s on (2x) |
| Stop, picture me being scared of a snitch nigga (nope), bitch nigga (nope), |
| I’ma young rich nigga (yeah) |
| Got some backs for you, so come bitch nigga |
| Wanna talk bricks nigga? |
| Lets get rich nigga |
| 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 nigga |
| 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 nigga! |
| You get it poppin' so do we homie, cock yo shit |
| I don’t care where you from, who the fuck you get |
| This is D-Block, niggas betta rep they set |
| Cause it’s on, it’s on (2x) |