What Up chords and lyrics - BUSTA RHYMES

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[Verse 1]
[C]Yeah! Yeah, Busta Bust down,
Flipmode now
[Bm]I know what [C]y'all feel like doin
Go 'head and crash your whip
in the fuckin wall
It's cool, niggas we gets busy

[Verse 2]
Fo' [C]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 [Bm]strip
that be ready for [C]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
Thick bitches in the [Bm]spot,
watch 'em strip for the sport
[C]Spit vicious for the block,
yeah we swinging a torch
Stick niggas for [Bm]they shit,
thank [C]'em for they support
Quick nigga,
better quit snitchin' down at the court
Check track a little [Bm]slick and try
to go on my For[C]bes
Cause we stacking like [Bm]we rich,
and [C]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]
(Chorus) All my people, [C]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,
turn the key [C#]and drive, [C]What-up?
Make Make a mill' yeah we gon' make about [C#]five,
What-up?
[C]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?
[C]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
'Nough radio [Bm]ro tation like
I'm sailin a ship
Or when the [C]team circle the block,
busy trailing my clique
Truck packed full [Bm]of niggasg with
the [C]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 [Bm]the back of the script
[C]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 [Bm]the name on
the [C]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
Grab a hold of [Bm]the masses,
I [C]was born with a gift
Niggas be running they trap,
throw 'em over the cliff
Thinking and drinking [Bm]the Guinness,
busy [C]holding the spliff
Flipping and [Bm]shitting on niggas 'til
we old and we [C]stiff
I don't even drive [Bm]whips,
throw [C]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

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