What Up(Explicit) - Busta Rhymes

What Up (Explicit) - Busta Rhymes (布斯塔·瑞恩)
Yeah yeah busta bust down flipmode now
I know what yall feel like doin
Go head and crash your whip in the f**kin wall
Its cool niggaz we gets busy
Fo sho spit rogue get mo bout to kick in the door
Dick sore split whores til they sh*t on the floor
Clique more sick from when you use to see us before
Sh*t kill a ni**a quick niggaz know my rapport
Keep workers on the strip that be ready for war
Brick I flip a little quicker if they sh*t in the store
Rip maybe til they drop and they sh*t in they drawers
Sh*t crazy when I pop and I'm grippin the four
Thick b**ches in the spot watch em strip for the sport
Spit vicious for the block yeah we swingin a torch
Stick niggaz for they sh*t thank em for they support
Quick ni**a 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 sh*t 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 everybodys widdit - whattup
Once again you know we only come to get it - whattup
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 victims initials engraved on the back of the clip
Chicks love the way we roll how the movement is thick
So official like my names on the back of your b**ch
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 sh*t 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 sh*t 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 sh*t to bang the midwest and the rest of the south