N.O.R.E. and Scarlett - What the Fuck is Up?

Yo I be doin this shit
Since a little juvenile
Niggas know my style hurt
Like it's root canal
It's like a wisdom tooth
When it first grows in
It's like buyin a new car, and get towed in
I wrote Queens, who ever they are, USA
Niggas think I'm Mexican
They askin is you SA?
I'm like Crome Parelli, ya first class
We coach shit
While ya factor be in, it's on some coke shit
Yo it's still high up on Washington Heights
They ain't got no elevators
Gotta walk up flights
Aiyo the drug game is sour
Plus it limited power you get the coke man
Nigga like gimme an hour y'all I ball rough
Like the Knicks against Utah
Aiyo I'm going subtile
Tiger bone let the juice bar
Anticipated, aiyo have niggas hater rate it
It's thug shit, and that's the only rate
I rate it

Yo, What the fuck is up? (Hey You! (14X) )

Yo, yo, aiyo lately, my gat been on safety
And I've been starvin for ass
Even in scatekey
It check for ID and hit it like Muhammed Ali
Fly like a butterfly
You sing like a lullabye
You gotta rob, cuz this reach is steel
You on the SO, I can hit a hundred and peel
Yo I keep navigation, yo you know the deal
That's the mininum
Then you know a nigga minimize
Anything less than that is just uncivilized
For the youth I pop my chain, cuz it was thin
I had to put it back
Together with my safety pin
CNN once again, yo we do it again
While we never could lose, ya never could win
We on Hot 97, you ain't get no spin
I call you Benedict
Yo kid cuz you've been a dick
Y'all niggas is crummy
Y'all ain't even really shit chorus

Thugged out, Scarlett a set that ass up
Have you gassed up
Like i'mma gone give ass up
Have my niggas come thru masked up
Disturb ya nut
Leave you there, stuck and put 3 in ya gut
What? nigga
I look good with a scar on my cheek
I'm dipped from my hips to
The prada on my feet i see ya man peek
From the driver's seat of the jeep
But I'm a straight thug bitch
You can't handle this
And If ya girl act up, I'mma smack that bitch
You should of let that broad know
That I'm scandalous
Fake playas, gettin hurt
Then shit it don't play yaself
And ask me for the digit's
Ya need to quit it
And me and my girls, we all got the same face
If you ain't in the same level
Then stay in ya place
Wanna diss me, cuz I cut you down quickly
I'm Hillary to this shit
You still fuckin with Lewinsky

Chorus

Written by:
SHATIQUA LASHEA VELASQUEZ, JEAN CLAUDE OLIVIER, SAMUEL BARNES, VICTOR SANTIAGO

Publisher:
Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Missing Link Music, Cloud9, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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