Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What Up, artist - Juice. Album song All Bets Off, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.08.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Conglomerate
Song language: English
What Up |
Ha ha |
Thats nasty, fa sho |
Wha? |
Uh-uh |
You dont want it with me dog, nope |
See the North holds the government |
Niggas that I bubble with |
You bet that I’ma double it |
See I’m on some other shit |
Dough, I’m just loving it |
The flow I discovered it |
I’m blown like the mothership, wha?! |
I do this to school ya’ll, you can’t relate to MJ (nah) |
I can still hit the shot if you take the rim away (swish) |
It’s phenomenal the shit I can make a pen say (say) |
I formally proclaim this is break-a-chin day |
But dont rock the boat, all the anchors been laid (laid) |
Wake up and smell the u-ban (?), the sink has been made (made) |
Number-one, just like a bank I been paid (yup) |
Rap skills sharp enough to shank a sensei (uh) |
So drunk, I can only say tang and then ray (ray) |
Like a Jake Stick film I can bang ya' ten ways (uh) |
I pop up quick like a gang of switchblades (ssss) |
I cultivate rap, make it rain and get paid (whoa) |
I leave cats bleeding from their brain in dismay (yea) |
Any rapper try’na spit slang’ll get slayed (slayed) |
Niggas better duck when I’m aimming this tray |
Trust me, you ain’t try’na get famous this way (nah) |
Cause. |
I’m not the one ya’ll rap cats need to be fucking with (no, no) |
We can keep it rap or settle this beef on some other shit (fa sho, fa sho) |
Blown like I just fell off the God-damn mothership (oh!, oh!) |
And you can bet your last ten G’s you don’t want trouble with (the gold |
Gold) |
Chicago born, raised in Los Angeles though (though) |
Marten had a 6 deuce and a 6 four (cuz) |
Well schooled in the street life and the shit shows (show) |
Cats always ask do I need management (No) |
My careers already fucked, I get a grand for 6 shows (shows) |
So what I’m 'pose to hire you to damage shit mo'? |
(right) |
When I made myself Juice the man, the kids know (yup) |
I dont believe you ever helped no other rapper get dough |
Now tell me, do you have the typa dough to back the shit? |
(No!) |
Would you help me learn my flow or help me practice it? |
(No!) |
So what you think I’m on some extra dumb rapper shit fo'? |
Gun fights, you probably crawl to the back and get low (duck!) |
The type to make me sign the contract and just go (go) |
And try to take credit for it after shit blow |
So excuse me I can’t let you manage this flow (nope) |
Until then, I’m content with just having shit grow |
Thanks anyway. |
I’m not the one ya’ll rap cats need to be fucking with (no, no) |
We can keep it rap or settle this beef on some other shit (fa sho, fa sho) |
Blown like I just fell off the God-damn mothership (oh!, oh!) |
And you can bet your last ten G’s you don’t want trouble with (the gold |
Gold) |
You see, I’m just an ill type, spit the real tight (tight) |
I’m not that loud rapper that’ll get you real hype (nah) |
More or less, I’m the known fight to get the steel tight (click!) |
Known for only fucking with the shit that feels right (shit) |
Very few rappers even get to chill like |
J-U, I can drink a whole fifth and still write (write) |
You can’t put that fake shit against the real Ice (ice) |
If I say so myself, I represent the Ill nice (nice) |
And your flow ain’t true, you need to get your skill tight (ya) |
It dont match like big muscles with your lil white (ooh) |
And dont get me wrong, if I’m pissed I will fight (fight) |
You’ll get folded like Lennox would against the real Mike |
Like a barbeque I’ll probably be to hit your grill twice (twice) |
I bet your so much of a bitch you feel spite |
Picture Juice getting dissed in real life (no way) |
Thats like having your 38 pistols kill Christ |
I’m not the one ya’ll rap cats need to be fucking with (no, no) |
We can keep it rap or settle this beef on some other shit (fa sho, fa sho) |
Blown like I just fell off the God-damn mothership (oh!, oh!) |
And you can bet your last ten G’s you don’t want trouble with (the gold |
Gold) |
See the North holds the government |
Niggas that I bubble with |
You bet that I’ma double it |
See I’m on some other shit |
Dough, I’m just loving it |
The flow I discovered it |
I’m blown like the mothership, wha?! |
Fa-sho (fa-sho) |