Tonalité : Bb major•
Verse 1
Eb
Yeah! Yeah, Busta Bust down,
Flipmode now
Dm
Eb
I know what y'all feel like doin
Go 'head and crash your whip
in the fuckin wall
It's cool, niggas we gets busy
Verse 2
Eb
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
Dm
Keep workers on the strip
Eb
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 gripping the four
Dm
Thick bitches in the spot,
watch 'em strip for the sport
Eb
Spit vicious for the block,
yeah we swinging a torch
Dm
Stick niggas for they shit,
Eb
thank 'em for they support
Quick nigga,
better quit snitchin' down at the court
Dm
Check track a little slick and try
Eb
to go on my Forbes
Dm
Cause we stacking like we rich,
Eb
and we holding 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
Verse 3
Eb
(Chorus) All my people, get
drunk,
get high, What-up?
Get Get money, get rich, get fly, What-up?
Get Get stupid, get busy,
get live, What-up?
Jump Jump all in your whip,
E
Eb
turn the key and drive, What-up?
E
Make Make a mill' yeah we gon' make about five,
What-up?
Eb
We We speak the truth and we ain't talkin no jive,
What-up?
I'm I'm speakin to the streets and everybody's widdit,
What-up?
Once again you know we only
Verse 4
come to get it, What-up?
Eb
Aooww! Ha, I stay wicked now
I'm back on the strip
Like I went on a vacation and
I'm back from my trip
Dm
'Nough radio ro tation like
I'm sailin a ship
Eb
Or when the team circle the block,
busy trailing my clique
Dm
Truck packed full of niggasg with
Eb
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,
Dm
read the back of the script
Eb
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
Dm
Pay triple for the name on
Eb
the back of the stitch
Name like the whole city now
I'm changing the pitch
Kick back kinda crazy when
I'm holding the fifth
Think you nicer than the God,
shit is only a myth
Dm
Grab a hold of the masses,
Eb
I was born with a gift
Niggas be running they trap,
throw 'em over the cliff
Dm
Thinking and drinking the Guinness,
Eb
busy holding the spliff
Dm
Flipping and shitting on niggas 'til
Eb
we old and we stiff
Dm
I don't even drive whips,
Eb
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
And give you shit to bang the Midwest
and the rest of the South
Outro 1
(Chorus)
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