• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• What Up - Busta Rhymes
• What Up - Natasha Thomas
• What Up - Pill
• What Up - Frank N Dank

Yeah! Yeah, Busta Bust down, Flipmode now
I know what y'all feel like doin
Go 'head and crash your whip in the fuckin wall
It's cool, niggaz.. we gets busy
Fo' sho', spit rogue, get mo' bout to kick in the door
Dick sore, split whores 'til they shit on the floor
Clique more sick from when you use to see us before
Shit, kill a nigga quick, niggaz know my rapport
Keep workers on the strip that be ready for war
Brick I flip a little quicker if they shit in the store
Rip, maybe 'til they drop, and they shit in they drawers
Shit crazy when I pop, and I'm grippin the four
Thick bitches in the spot, watch 'em strip for the sport
Spit vicious for the block, yeah we swingin a torch
Stick niggaz for they shit, thank 'em for they support
Quick nigga, better quit snitchin down at the court
Check track a little slick and try to go on my Forbes
Cause we stackin like we rich, and we holdin the fort
This time, we had to bring it, guess what we brought
The hottest shit to bang from L.A. to the streets of New York
All my people, get drunk, get high - WHATTUP?
Get money, get rich, get fly - WHATTUP?
Get stupid, get busy, get live - WHATTUP?
Jump all in your whip, turn the key and drive - WHATTUP?
Make a mill' yeah we gon' make about five - WHATTUP?
We speak the truth and we ain't talkin no jive - WHATTUP?
I'm speakin to the streets and everybody's widdit - WHATTUP?
Once again you know we only come to get it - WHATTUP?
AOWWWWWWW!! Ha, I stay wicked now I'm back on the strip
Like I went on a vacation and I'm back from my trip
Nuff radio rotation like I'm sailin a ship
Or when the team circle the block, busy trailin my clique
Truck packed fulla niggaz with the strap and the whip
Get the gat out of the stash, put it back on my hip
Gat butt you in the face, split and fatten your lip
Blood hit the floor louder than the clap when it drip
I credit your name with bullets, read the back of the script
My victim's initials engraved on the back of the clip
Chicks love the way we roll, how the movement is thick
So official like my name's on the back of your bitch
Pay triple for the name on the back of the stitch
Name like the whole city now I'm changin the pitch
Kick back kinda crazy when I'm holdin the fifth
Think you nicer than the God, shit is only a myth
Grab ahold of the masses, I was born with a gift
Niggaz be runnin they trap, throw 'em over the cliff
Thinkin and drinkin the Guinness, busy holdin the spliff
Flippin and shittin on niggaz 'til we old and we stiff
I don't even drive whips, throw the shit on the lift
12 hours, one worker do the whole of the shift
I do the thing to make you open your mouth

I know you like that girly pop
Want me to be somethin' that I'm not
Wont catch me at the candyshop
Lickin' on a lollipop
Diggin' on that cutie teen
Comin' out your tv screen
Sure your thoughts would cause a scene
A dirty boy that's squeeky clean
What up, what up
I ain't mad at you
I do my thing
Do what you gotta do
Music's pumpin'
I'm lovin' the beat
Don't you step to me
What up, what up
I ain't dissin' you
I do my thing
Just ain't feelin' you
Music's playin'
Turnin' up the heat
You wont get to me
No need to get fresh with me
I'm just playin' baby
Cant you see
What you got ain't workin' for me
I want the cake not just the cream
Can't give me what you haven't got
Want me to taste it
But I'd rather not
If you don't get it
Let me sum it up

High rollers what's up
Drink Houston what's up
Onyx what's up
You does it baby you does it baby
Harlem nights what's up
Treasures what's up
Legends what's up
Just love me baby just love me baby
Yeeeeeah
To all my Houston Texas country muffins
Baby let me hit that liquor and that blunt you puffin
And after that I'm a throw that fucking young money up
And we can both watch and fall like it's bungee jumping
Man I'm so high, next time we won't smoke all of that ounce you buy
Oooh, I almost forgot to blow them candles out
Cause I don't really want to fall asleep and light this house on fire
Goodnight, I'm still up, I told my girl to lay down
I see the bottle is full, I'm bout to drink it way down
What up Bun my nigga
Man you know we stay down
And I'm an honoray resident in UGK town
I'm on my way
Yeah I'm on my way
I never give a fuck about what any nigga say
The music all slow and the bitches all pretty
Me and Pimp about to do it for the city in this thing
[Chorus: Drake]
What up, what up
H Town in this bitch
What up, what up
Me and Pimp about to do it for the city
What up, what up
What up, what up
[Pimp C:]
Money by the Ton
Bricks from Crumbs
Millionnaire from nothing
Mind on hustlin
Pussy's a commodity but dick sell better
Em dickies and high shoes to a cashmere sweater
Paint that got wetter than it was in 94
The drink that got thicker and the dirt weed dro
96 Impala with the stick on the floor
Now it's Bentely Four Doors with Patron on the Doors
Light wood nigga Polo fuck Hilfiger
Jammin Slim Thug, Belly fully of drugs
Young hard nigga, underdog nigga
Yellow Lights on the Masa (maserati)
Yellow diamonds on my finger
Playing in the car
My dick wanna fuck but my pockets say stop
Not cause they empty I'm just greedy for some more
I need some more dough I'm a PIMP for sure
[Chorus]
[Bun B:]
Well it's the Trill OG
I got the neighbourhood soul
Kush is dead I'm getting blowed
Riding bangin getting throwed in the candy painted low
Chrome grill in front of it
Belts on the back of it, my homie shoes running it
And shorty on the side of me is straight up off the king cover
Don't care what anybody say long as the King love her
Wish I could tell her that I don't but it would kill her
I just keep on gripping grains dripping stains
Being trilla ain't another brother realer
Blowing thousand dollar killer
With the Filipino flow that I just got it from Manila
Bout to snow up in my city
So let me put on my chincilla
In the 'rari doing donuts like my name was J Dilla
All about the skrilla so just point me to the dealer
Keep the work up in the attic and the money in the cellar
Your girl up in the second automatics for the fella's
You see us in the back than all you gotta do is tell us

What Up... Oh! [x4]
[Chorus:]
To all the girls that like niggas like me (What up)
Good niggas from the streets to da D's (What up)
To all the fuckers that don't like us (What up)
We still here after D we trust (What up)
Light the dro and let it pass it around (What up)
And one time for my niggas locked down (What up)
And two times for the niggas in the streets (What up)
Three times for your niggas at the D's (What up)
[Verse 1:]
It's Detroit city dawg, back in this bitch
Matter fact we never left, we probably mackin a bitch
A trans-active business in the 4-1-6
Remind me of me and killa, in da 4-point-6
Trans-act the big business oh yeah we mackin a bitch
Now you tell me how to act when she attack with the switch
Believe me it ain't easy these hoes is breezy
They find you on the internet like touch me tease me
So I can catch a case extra freezy
I tell you one thing ma, that ain't neasy
Cause I been schooled in this Detroit pimpin
Swisser on da sizzurp and yes I'm still tippin
And slabbing fo-fos, and mackin fo hoes and
Tell this one hoe this dick on her shoulder
So Nitti stay on mind
And I'm a give it to ya one mo time
[Chorus:]
To all the girls that like niggas like me (What up)
Good niggas from the streets to da D's (What up)
To all the fuckers that don't like us (What up)
We still here after D we trust (What up)
Light the dro and let it pass it around (What up)
And one time for my niggas locked down (What up)
And two times for the niggas in the streets (What up)
Three times for your niggas at the D's (What up)
[Verse 2:]
Dang hard in this bitch, and I'm representin lovely
Top-notch players you can put no one above me
We get down doors while we working for SWAT's
Give a damn what'chu sayin young nigga I'm hot
And I'm sayin young nigga you probably older than me
But cha money ain't gone, let me see your reseat
And fa D in this bitch, Detroit city what
Touchdown to yo down and watch the people go nuts
And thanks for the love cause we superstars
And we try to give it back whenever 16 bars
From the land where the niggas push two clean cars
If the DE in there, you better come and go get yours
If not you goin catch me writing that deal
But the bomb so big look like a wagon wheel
But for now, I wanna say thanks for meal
And the shit don't stop till we touch a bill
[Chorus:]
To all the girls that like niggas like me (What up)
Good niggas from the streets to da D's (What up)
To all the fuckers that don't like us (What up)
We still here after D we trust (What up)
Light the dro and let it pass it around (What up)
And one time for my niggas locked down (What up)
And two times for the niggas in the streets (What up)