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WhatS Happenin - текст песни



What'S Happenin'


Aiyo, Tical? (What up, fam?)


You know Busta-Bust had to come see you, God, it's good to see you, God


(Good too see you too, God)


Let's take the streets for a little ride (Okay, we ridin' high)


Yeah, you better light your L, smoke your L


And just (kiss the sky)


Huh! And if you ever disrespect the Bust or Meth (find their mentor)


Yeah, I-I-I think the streets been lookin' for this one for a long time


(Yeah, aiyo) Come on!








I came to bring the pain, more hard to the brain


Tical... I'm bustin' that ass again


I burn like acid rain, that acid slang


These niggaz try'nna see how I come ash again


Main and evident, I'm huntin', yes, Meth for president


Be in hell with Dazel and George just for the hell of it


And I ain't yellow kid, flows hot as kettle get


Now if you ain't fuckin' with that, you must be celibate


Spaz! Just a little, got a sack lookin' fizzle


Little hash in the middle, where it at? In the middle, yup


Mommy if you got a fat ass, make it jiggle, yup


Put it in my next video shot by Little X


And M-E-F gon' work til their ain't any left


I'm tryin' get what I'm worth and not a penny less


Think fast (come on) bank cash (come on)


Everybody do it with your stank ass (just come on)








Make you rob somebody (what?) grab somebody (what?)


Stomp somebody (what?) slap somebody (what?)


Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi (what?)


Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party (what?)


Brooklyn (come on!) Shaolin (come on!)


Queensbridge down to Long Island (come on!)


Bronx, nigga (come on!) Manhattan (come on!)


To each and every hood what's happening? (come on!)








Yeah... let 'em talk, nigga, come on Bust


(Aiyo, Meth, let me get at these niggaz) Yeah!








Now watch me back your shit up, I hope your people pull up


And pick up and pack your shit up, homey, it's time to move


While I'm singin', ma, do you let relieve you of all of your


Figure seating sketching, never believe in your niggaz (come on!)


Go head and babble you can watch me patiently waiting


Aimin', attackin', instead I'mma let one of my bitches slap you


I ain't watch you when your niggaz'll try


To feel a wrath of the un-rudely waking of a sleeping giant


(Very defiant), once I give you the pressure


And then I apply it and then your breathing is stop and totally quiet (sss..


oh)


Captain of this ship, so call me the pilot


I leave you and your crew to collide with me


Die, stomp on a nigga, just like a herd of a thousand cattle


That'll travel over your face and frazzle your shit


Shot you, worst than a brick and then be torturin' you


And then get the reverend, and get to steppin', nigga!


This shit'll make you..














Haha, that's the truth... my nigga


(Nigga, listen, listen, let me talk) Let me talk! (huh)








Can't you see what I got for you now


(Shake your big fat ass in front of me now)


To all my high bidders (to all my live niggaz)


{We here to blackout, follow the story now


Just feel my heat, and you know I'm gonna


Just keep the street, but nigga did you


Know when you bout to lose it, my nigga


And you know we gon' get real stupid, my nigga}








See the police coming (what?) Fireman coming (what?)


Street niggaz ready to riot and start dummin' (what?)


I love to see it, whenever you and your man frontin' (what?)


Me and Meth'll step to you, quick! And smash somethin' (what?)








Now who is he? Dope M.C. killin these cowards


Wack niggaz get pimp slapped, give me some powder


Click-clack, one in your back, now think about it


Get back, runnin' your gap, I can't allow it








Well every nigga (set it off) you know we seeing it through God


The streets be needing niggaz like me and you, God


Aiyo, I think we're up, seen it from here, we got a mile, yo


Logical, we should of done this shit a long time ago








I got that shit that make rappers shit in they shoes


Nasty M.C., I spit flows and spit in they food


Man, don't tempt me, I'm nothin' like a curious child


I'm simply, a boy in the hood, with furious childs (this shit'll make you)














Every day, every rotation, come with it! (Let me talk... come on, hah)


(Aiyo God) Yeah, lord? (Flipmode/Wu-Tang, nigga, ain't that some shit?)


That's some shit, actually truthfully, Busta Bust! (Meth Tical!)


Yeah... (yeah, let me know when you wanna do that again, God)


Shit we can do that right now, shout out to New Jersey, hahaha, yeah!



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