What's Up

[Ab-Liva:] For my hustlas, play the part, I'm a smuggler; This is to my jugglers, get it out to the customers 645 Ci them hoes loving us.... [Interlude] *CLINTON SPARKS!* For my hustlas, play the part, I'm a smuggler This is to my jugglers, get it out to the customers 645 Ci them hoes loving us But I felt the top would smother us- So I got the roof transplanted, so now that the sun's touchin' us Plus the inside was a coach, love it or comfort us Sitting on blades, like Shaq's shoes is up under us Came a long way from that thing - for $25, 5 Taped up under the muffler I move it with my Southerner niggas That rep they hood, puttin on they struggl-les I, get it-I grab it-I cook it-I move it-I sell it; See it-I cop it-I drop it-I chrome it-I shell it I unveil it; I switch lanes, left hand, turn, "burn, baby, burn!" Nights watch the arms hail it Complimented the drama-sale is augmented Still says "classy" no matter what the frost think [Pusha-T:] S-L be the coupe; roof off the drop Neck out the top, look at me—Jack-In-The-Box! You actin' a lot; you ain't Big, you ain't Pac And we only respect J. Prince for rapping alot Your reign on the top, never quote him, I ain't owe him If you ain't kissed his mama how the fuck you ride fo' him? You dick-eating niggas probably wish to die fo' him And I admired his work, but I ain't never cried fo' him! Hoping the dead blow 'em up, maybe this will grow 'em up 150K every time Pusha showin' up! Shimmerin' hand, shimmerin' band, I'm Glimmer Man; Chain star-studded like it's Viva-La-Glam! You niggas "Jackass" like Viva-La-Bam Looked down upon like KRS did to Shan I'm one thousand grams wrapped neat in Saran Label me landlord, I keep Kis in my hand [Hook:] This ain't shit but vicious, physics Just nod to how we livin', listen Black Cards is in position, shiftin' Give it to 'em, this money mission, idiot WASSUP, WASSUP, WASSUP? REEE-UP! WASSUP, WASSUP, WASSUP? Re-Up, Re-Up! Wha-wha-wha, wha-wha, wassup? REEE-UP! [Sandman: YEUHHH!] R-E-U-P, Re-Up, Re-Up! [Sandman: HANG ONNN!] [Sandman:] Picture me rollin', Glock that I'm holdin' Poppin' you open, stoppin' the jokin' Shit, drop in your colon, pissin' your denim This is ya endin', couldn't prevent it Bitches from "Waa!"ming - fuck boiii! You know wassup wit MCs galore Cold-hearted, I could freeze velour Make you breathe no more I take heart like the Reaper's Kiss But it's this heat, I'mma greet ya wit: "How ya doing?" Stop the movement, I'm a mood swing, wrapped up If you blink wrong, I'mma clap ya I pause ya squad; standin' ovation I broaden the score, no hesitation; Show me an idiot, I show you demonstration Easy evaporation, MC annihilation I'm toleratin', all the fakin' so I'm takin' *no conversation* Needed, you see it's blatant [Malice:] Intro-du-cing the Re-Up Gang The montage, the renaissance, the re-birth, the avant-garde Chopard the arm, the car's the Arnage Deal with the whip, follow the brick, I am Oz; Oh yes, the wizadry, fire-to-pot chemistry The coke call straight to they soul like a ministry; Like it it or not - we kick in the door, we dig in the lock And still toss a Big in the pot Cop the sorbet, straight from Jorge Jack-of-all-trades, even mastered the gourmet, unh! Plus the price got the street tongue-in-cheek Cook it till it's aldente; muah, magnifique! Black Card the Era, we got in the bag Y'all niggas ain't a factor, like Trinidad's jab I'm back like Zab; Re-Up, the avenger and Recite these Ghetto Hymns and regard: I'm the Scripture, nigga [Hook:] [Pharell:] Niggas know, the lyrical molesting is takin' place Fuckin with Sincere P, it ain't safe; Drop head: coupe, with the new, paper plates Ostrich creams, or the new, gator bait Niggas be actin' brand new, like an openin' Fuckin' headache; don't let them get the still mocherin' The heart of a marksman is cold like Minnesotta when it is broke So therefore he wants to spend, like Oprah spent So you gon' be hard, or you gon' play cho-cha then? Maybe you should just re-focus and not approach us then; Cuz it's gon' be mo' than just a blow across the chin Separate your suit from ya soul like a moccasin You're so flowed up, looked down like "really?" Cuz I'm so short, so icy, lIke the penguin Chilly Willy So glittery, but he ain't know my position, see Hit him the clip, it went "brrrip!", with a .50 piece See, I'm a nice guy - I woulda rewrote history Boy car flippin' like chicken, just like rotisserie "That's fucked up!" - that's ya gift to me....."Huh?" [Malice ad-libs:] Look familiar, niggas, all the label drama coming to an end: Clipse coming soon, tell a friend