What's Happenin'

Lyrics

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)
 Queens bridge 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, homie, 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'ma 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
 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
 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)
 Queens bridge down to Long Island
 (Come on)
 Bronx, nigga
 (Come on)
 Manhattan
 (Come on)
 To each and every hood what's happening?
 (Come on)
 Haha, that's the truth, my nigga
 (Nigga, listen, listen, let me talk)
 Let me talk!
 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)
 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)
 Queens bridge down to Long Island
 (Come on)
 Bronx, nigga
 (Come on)
 Manhattan
 (Come on)
 To each and every hood what's happening?
 (Come on)
 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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Song Details

Duration
03:52
Key
2
Tempo
109 BPM

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