Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What's Up, artist - T-Rock. Album song Rocksolid / 4:20, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |