What's Up
Joe Budden feat. Newz & A-Team Lyrics

This what is sound like when the boys back-up
This is the sound that is heard when the team comes together

Wassup, wassup, wassup (Nigga)
What's going on, what's happening

On top we bang this, wassup (Nigga)
We dominate and excel in this, what's up

See a chump and you want his head buss
When you encounter a weak opponent and want to defeat them

And you don't give a fuck then aks 'em
And you don't care, so you confront them

"Wassup?" (What up?)
What's up, what's happening

At first it was weed, then I moved on raw
Initially, it was marijuana, then I switched to something stronger

(Okay)
(Acknowledgment)

First it was my block, then it was on yours
In the beginning, I controlled my neighborhood, then expanded to yours

Whoever disagree get 'em with the long four
Anyone who opposes us will face the consequences

Now it's all of the above
Now we encompass everything mentioned before

On tour, who want more, but naw
While on tour, we deliver more, but not everyone wants it

Nah, now I'm at a whole other state
No, now I'm in a completely different state of mind

And the next king of New York's From a whole nother state
And the upcoming ruler of New York comes from a different state

Got the key to Jay-Z and Other spots that surround
I have the access and influence over Jay-Z and other important places around

Like about to lock shit down
Like I'm about to take control and dominate

Fiends love that you got it
Drug addicts love that you have what they need

Just not enough to try it
But they are not willing to try it themselves

We love your club songs
We enjoy your music played in clubs

Just not enough to buy it
But not enough to purchase it

Will never be a boss
You will never be in charge

But you'll always be a sidekick
But you will always be a subordinate

Means you'll always on my dick
Which means you will always be following my lead

Cosere wassup?
So, what's up with that?

I run up on 'em and aks 'em, "Wassup?"
I approach them aggressively and ask, 'What's up?'

(What up?) you got a problem then let Me know what's what (yeah)
If you have an issue, then tell me what it is

Cause I ain't up for the talkin' I'm down for the sparkin'
Because I don't want to talk, I'm ready for a fight

The bouncers let me in with
The security let me enter with

It's the block gang, homie, don't get me
It's the gang from the neighborhood, don't underestimate me

I thought I told you motherfuckers befo'
I believe I already warned you before

Niggas ain't gonna stand 'til I'm In front of they door
People won't confront me until I'm right in front of their face

Put the chrome Desert Eagle to The side of they jaw
I point the silver Desert Eagle handgun at the side of their face

I'm back at it, squeezing a black 'matic
I'm back in action, firing a black automatic weapon

Black blood dope addict don't wanna fight
Black drug addict who is not interested in a physical confrontation

Don't wanna dirty my Nike's
I don't want to ruin my Nike shoes

Don't make me end the party early tonight
Don't make me disrupt the party and cause trouble tonight

Aight? (yeah)
Alright? (yes)

You could catch Ran in a white tee
You can find Ran wearing a white t-shirt

Chain and nice watch
With a chain and a fancy watch

A slight bop like I got hit with a nice shot
A slight swagger like I've been struck by a good punch

I'm quite hot like cook cooked In the right pot
I'm very attractive like food perfectly cooked in the right pot

The right Glock slugs make sure That your life stop
The bullets from the right Glock handgun ensure that your life ends

The dice spot where we post Up with the white tops
The dice spot is where we hang out wearing white t-shirts

On blocks nice we don't like cops
In pleasant neighborhoods, we don't appreciate or trust the police

But you could say I'm New York's bravest
But you could claim that I'm the most courageous in New York

Cause I'm not all that with MAC's But I'm great with Gauge's
Because I'm not skilled with MAC-10 guns, but I excel with shotguns

Nigga, a facelift, that's what You gonna need, you gonna bleed
You're going to require a severe beating, resulting in facial injuries and bleeding

When that 8 spit get on your knees
When the 8mm bullets are fired and you drop to your knees

"Where's all the keys?"
Where are all the illegal drugs?

Got a great flip from off the D
Made a large profit from selling drugs

You oughta leave
You should leave

Youse a fake, snitch I order, "Squeeze"
You are a fake person, informer, I order someone to shoot at you

To the big I slaughter G's with quarter keys
I bring great harm to gangsters with 25 kilograms of drugs

It's hard to breath from all the trees
It's difficult to breathe because of the marijuana smoke

In the Matrix, ignore the, I'm for the G's
In this 'Matrix' (street life), disregard me, I'm loyal to my gang

I know you hurtin' 'cause you Workin' with shorter cheese
I know you're struggling because you're dealing with less money

Your girl know she reppin' a clown
Your girlfriend knows she's in a relationship with a foolish person

And she called you Roy Jones
And she compares you to the boxer Roy Jones Jr.

Said you knockout during in the second round
She said you were knocked out in the second round of a fight

(I got the) all chrome thing
(I have) a gun made entirely of chrome

In a rose gold case
Contained within a case made of rose gold

Now I be Nick Birdman and don't show face
Now I'm like Nick Birdman (nickname), hiding my identity

I'll never be cuffed in a cell (Why?)
I'll never be arrested and jailed (Why?)

Cause the cops'll never catch me
Because the police will never capture me

The engine's a W12
The car's engine is a W12 (type of engine)

Or I'm in a dippin' the red lights
Or I'm driving fast to escape the police

Hood's dented up and it's Missing a headlight
My car's hood is damaged and it's missing a headlight

Cause they play for keeps
Because they are serious and play to win

And niggas know about me
And people are aware of who I am

So how they still sell straight Razors in the street?
So why do they still sell illegal weapons on the streets?

It's not sweet, if it is it's not me
It's not easy or pleasant, and if it is, it doesn't describe me

And you can't wake him up He's not asleep now, nigga What up?
And you can't provoke him, he's wide awake, what's up?