Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song What's Up , by - T-Rock. Song from the album Rocksolid / 4:20, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 24.02.2003
Record label: Hypnotize Minds
Song language: English
What's Up |
| What’s up, big mouth, big talk, big game |
| Teacher pet, taking aim, pump the tech, I’m taiking aim |
| Triple six 99 a bitch but fuck it |
| Creep up on them pussy niggas hit the lights and the button |
| Don’t you love it shit Pastor Troy DSGB |
| I represent it with my nigga from what (Tennessee) |
| The enemy of the state I’m keeping nothing but weight |
| I top grind on these niggas quit actin like it’s straight |
| And niggas fake but I tell them niggas fuck ya’ll |
| I dump your pussy ass and flip it with my nigga Paul |
| Who can you conversation you see me pacing |
| And you can run and run but I’ll be waiting |
| And you can bet I represent it for the southeast |
| Until death on the motherfucking beat triple six |
| I started rolling at the early age I heard it paid |
| So I made an investment, all my money was spent on buying drugs |
| And giving hugs to broads checking for bud |
| Because I’m dodging the law |
| I never saw and may I kept a kind the rest was raw |
| I had a proper ass |
| I stole the show I didn’t know I’d be judged |
| That’s on the low and Pastor Troy praise God |
| Cause I concealed and my intentions to spill who ever will |
| Please step up and be killed |
| Don’t think I’m real just to show that blood is red |
| Ain’t no way till you finished just 16 shots in ya head |
| Ya’ll scared |
| In the land of ATL, run shelves, crack sells for clientele |
| Brutally your head swell all who oppose get sent to hell |
| Midrange make ways to stay paid with AK’s |
| Sin folks reload or enter heavy scapeways |
| We probably get robberies wit 12 gauge technology |
| So I kill blood spill I show no local modesty |
| Drop em G pay a fee doing combat killing enemies |
| Shot heads with infa reds so much death fuck a injury |
| I specialize and funeralize all the guys my clique despise |
| Full clip busted in between your eyes symbolize that its surely mine |
| When I bust my shells hoe leave you stuck like velcro |
| Throwing blows and elbows them tie that trick to the railroads |
| Bruise the bitch then shoot the trick now who’s the snitch to get crucifixed |
| Clips and shit be super thick to inform you we ain’t new to this |
| Blaze weed my tendencies bury MC’s with jealousy |
| Assign to kill and steel I keep Pastor preaches eulogy |