What Up
Busta Rhymes Lyrics


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Yeah! Yeah, Busta Bust down, Flipmode now
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

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
Keep workers on the strip 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
Thick bitches in the spot, watch 'em strip for the sport
Spit vicious for the block, yeah we swinging a torch
Stick niggas for they shit, thank 'em for they support
Quick nigga, better quit snitchin' down at the court
Check track a little slick and try to go on my Forbes
Cause we stacking like we rich, 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

[Chorus]
All my people, get drunk, get high, What-up?
Get money, get rich, get fly, What-up?
Get stupid, get busy, get live, What-up?
Jump all in your whip, turn the key and drive, What-up?
Make a mill' yeah we gon' make about five, What-up?
We speak the truth and we ain't talkin no jive, What-up?
I'm speakin to the streets and everybody's widdit, What-up?
Once again you know we only come to get it, What-up?

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 rotation like I'm sailin a ship
Or when the team circle the block, busy trailing my clique
Truck packed full of niggasg 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 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 the name on 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
Grab a hold of the masses, I was born with a gift
Niggas be running they trap, throw 'em over the cliff
Thinking and drinking the Guinness, busy holding the spliff
Flipping and shitting on niggas 'til we old and we stiff
I don't even drive whips, 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





[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

In the opening verse of Busta Rhymes's song What Up, the artist assumes an authoritative position and urges his listeners to crash their car into a wall without any remorse, claiming that they are capable of handling the aftermath. The subsequent verse becomes more aggressive and violent with a focus on killing and robbing people. The chorus, on the other hand, urges people to indulge in vices such as getting drunk, high, and stupid, and living recklessly to get by. In the final verse, Busta Rhymes brags about his prowess in the music industry, likening his rise to being on a constant vacation, demonstrating his exceptional abilities and achievements over a long period.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah! Yeah, Busta Bust down, Flipmode now
Busta Rhymes is announcing his presence, and representing his crew Flipmode Squad.


I know what y'all feel like doin
Busta Rhymes is aware of the wild things his audience wishes to do.


Go 'head and crash your whip in the fuckin wall
Busta Rhymes is suggesting his fans can be reckless and do dangerous things like intentionally crash their cars.


It's cool, niggas we gets busy
Busta Rhymes claims they are always on the move and busy.


Fo' sho', spit rogue, get mo' bout to kick in the door
Busta Rhymes affirms that he is determined to blast his way through every obstacle.


Dick sore, split whores 'til they shit on the floor
Busta Rhymes is bragging about his sexual conquests and humiliating women.


Clique more sick from when you use to see us before
Busta Rhymes is explaining that he and his crew are even more potent than they were previously.


Shit, kill a nigga quick, niggaz know my rapport
Busta Rhymes is renowned for his murderous tendencies, and he is warning everyone about his reputation.


Keep workers on the strip that be ready for war
Busta Rhymes pays his soldiers on the street to be prepared for violence.


Brick I flip a little quicker if they shit in the store
Busta Rhymes implies he will sell drugs faster if his customers are impatient.


Rip, maybe 'til they drop, and they shit in they drawers
Busta Rhymes will continue to rap aggressively until his rivals collapse from exhaustion and defecate themselves.


Shit crazy when I pop, and I'm gripping the four
Busta Rhymes feels powerful and invincible when he holds his firearm.


Thick bitches in the spot, watch 'em strip for the sport
Busta Rhymes enjoys watching overweight women dance and strip for his entertainment.


Spit vicious for the block, yeah we swinging a torch
Busta Rhymes' aggressive rhymes bring fire and passion to the streets.


Stick niggas for they shit, thank 'em for they support
Busta Rhymes claims he robs people to show his appreciation for their acknowledgment of his talent.


Quick nigga, better quit snitchin' down at the court
Busta Rhymes warns potential informants not to testify against him in court.


Check track a little slick and try to go on my Forbes
Busta Rhymes suggests that he will use his wealth and power to push his agenda on media outlets.


Cause we stacking like we rich, and we holding the fort
Busta Rhymes and his crew are accumulating wealth and maintaining their dominance over their territory.


This time, we had to bring it, guess what we brought
Busta Rhymes promises something new and groundbreaking for his audience.


The hottest shit to bang from L.A. to the streets of New York
Busta Rhymes is confident that his new work will be popular across the country.


All my people, get drunk, get high, What-up?
Busta Rhymes tells his fans to indulge in alcohol and drugs.


Get money, get rich, get fly, What-up?
Busta Rhymes encourages his audience to focus on making money and live a luxurious lifestyle.


Get stupid, get busy, get live, What-up?
Busta Rhymes urges his listeners to party hard, be energetic, and enjoy life without worries.


Jump all in your whip, turn the key and drive, What-up?
Busta Rhymes tells his fans to enjoy driving recklessly and living fast.


Make a mill' yeah we gon' make about five, What-up?
Busta Rhymes boasts that he and his crew will make millions of dollars.


We speak the truth and we ain't talkin no jive, What-up?
Busta Rhymes claims he and his crew always speak the truth and don't lie.


I'm speakin to the streets and everybody's widdit, What-up?
Busta Rhymes affirms that he talks to the streets and its inhabitants.


Once again you know we only come to get it, What-up?
Busta Rhymes repeats his dedication to achieving his goals.


Aooww! Ha, I stay wicked now I'm back on the strip
Busta Rhymes embraces his ferocity and returns to the streets where he is most comfortable.


Like I went on a vacation and I'm back from my trip
Busta Rhymes hasn't lost his edge; his hiatus has only re-energized him.


'Nough radio rotation like I'm sailin a ship
Busta Rhymes is frequently played on the radio, and he plays a significant role in the musical industry.


Or when the team circle the block, busy trailing my clique
Busta Rhymes' entourage and fans follow him around everywhere he goes.


Truck packed full of niggasg with the strap and the whip
Busta Rhymes' truck is full of his soldiers and weapons.


Get the gat out of the stash, put it back on my hip
Busta Rhymes retrieves his gun and readies himself for action.


Gat butt you in the face, split and fatten your lip
Busta Rhymes threatens to shoot anyone who challenges him in the face, causing severe injury.


Blood hit the floor louder than the clap when it drip
Busta Rhymes' victim would bleed profusely when shot by his gun.


I credit your name with bullets, read the back of the script
Busta Rhymes writes the name of his victim on the bullets he uses to kill them.


My victim's initials engraved on the back of the clip
Busta Rhymes marks his ammunition with the initials of his targets, ensuring they are killed with his bullets.


Chicks love the way we roll, how the movement is thick
Busta Rhymes' female fans are attracted to their swagger and athletic moves.


So official like my name's on the back of your bitch
Busta Rhymes prides himself on his significant influence over women and likes how he is associated with their bodies.


Pay triple for the name on the back of the stitch
Busta Rhymes, like other celebrities, enthusiastically purchases clothing and apparel with his name, and pays more to have it custom-stitched.


Name like the whole city now I'm changing the pitch
Busta Rhymes' name is known throughout the entire city, and he feels like he has control over the musical landscape.


Kick back kinda crazy when I'm holding the fifth
Busta Rhymes becomes intoxicated when he holds his gun, which makes his aggression uncontrollable.


Think you nicer than the God, shit is only a myth
Busta Rhymes believes that he is the absolute best, and no one can match his skill and performance.


Grab a hold of the masses, I was born with a gift
Busta Rhymes is confident in his ability to captivate and entertain his audience, and he attributes it to his natural talent.


Niggas be running they trap, throw 'em over the cliff
Busta Rhymes is dismissive of other rappers' attempts to compete with him, and he suggests they should quit trying.


Thinking and drinking the Guinness, busy holding the spliff
Busta Rhymes likes to smoke weed and drink alcohol while he thinks about his next rhymes.


Flipping and shitting on niggas 'til we old and we stiff
Busta Rhymes will continue to dominate and disrespect others until he dies.


I don't even drive whips, throw the shit on the lift
Busta Rhymes doesn't drive cars, and instead, uses hydraulic lifts to transport them.


12 hours, one worker do the whole of the shift
Busta Rhymes' workers can handle their shifts for 12 hours straight without stopping.


I do the thing to make you open your mouth
Busta Rhymes is confident that his talents and actions will shock and amaze people.


And give you shit to bang the Midwest and the rest of the South
Busta Rhymes believes his music can transcend geographic boundaries and be popular all over the United States.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Written by: CARLTON DOUGLAS RIDENHOUR, KEITH M. BOXLEY, JAMES TODD SMITH, SAMUEL J. BARNES, JEAN CLAUDE OLIVIER, ALEXANDER MOSLEY, TRAVIS L. BARKER, TOM MORELLO, ZACH SCIACCA

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Acin101

One of the most underrated songs by Busta Rhymes and J Dilla collab.

Pablo Ángel Zárate Pérez

And one of the NASTIEST Dilla beats out there

Misha Zhuchkov

Respect to those who love this underrated song and to those listening in 2020

A. Boyd

This beat goes in!

S. D`hom

Ja, Alter Du sagst es!! 👍🏾

Shawn Diggz

My fave beat by the best beatmaker...J. Dilla. RIH.

fausto Star

This is criminal.. Busta and dilla(gotttt damn lol).

Virgo Blue 78

Lol@ Dahhoo Key, Very much Criminal

S. D`hom

@Virgo Blue 78 🤔😁👍🏾👊🏾

Cecil Nojaja

Lool

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