Twisted Insane - What's Up lyrics

You’re all a bunch of fuckin' assholes
You know why?
You don’t have guts to be who you want to be
You need people like me
You need people like me so you
Can point your fuckin' fingers
And say that’s the bad guy

I get tired of it huh everything
I’ve had it up to here
Nigga I ain’t wrote shit to this yet
Fuck it I’m just gonna come
In like this though, look
Ugh, ugh, yeah

What’s up?
You remember talking to me on the phone
Actin' like you was a gangsta?
Never thought that I would pull up
With an automatic and some bull nuts
I could run up on you, put the gun up on you


But, I’d really rather just bank it
So umm what’s up? (sup nigga?)
Two armed men wait up in the parking lot for
You to go to lunch time one pulls out
One blockin’ you in
Makin' it hard for you to leave and
If you make it past I’ll put
My foot up on the gas
I’ll pull em and i dub nines, nigga
What’s up? The 40 bottle and the brain got
A nigga gone off malt liquor
He was talkin' like he really wanna
Put a flame to that bitch, shit
His brain may be sick, but
Mine is much sicker brainiacs, what’s up?
They don’t want no fade
Homie it's 'bout time to dip
They don’t want that trap pull
Up on a singer, hit 'em with a MAC
100 Bloods in this muthafucka backed up
By a 100 Crips nigga what’s up?

Did you get that shit? Yeah
Gimme time to hit the blunt what’s uhhh
That’s real shit ok, I’m comin' in
Come along!

What’s up? What’s up blood?
Here we go another keyboard
Tapper talkin' tough I
Bet you feelin' safe behind
Your fuckin' facebook
Never wanted me to pop it
Leave you in a rut fuck
Around and get beat up
By boppa leave you in an alley in Killa
Cali ain't no doubt about it nigga
They shook! What up? Hahaha
When a homie say I’m different
I’m like I don’t make my
Music for no one group
Niggas be often stuck in the grass I’m movin'
On the running shoe
My spit's kill 'em all, no tricks
My shit is provin' i will not lose
Gang bang, green flags on the right side
92 nigga, where was you knocking niggas
Out like night night
Jheri curls with the gold dees
Nike 410's, fuck the police
Send him runnin' back to your little bitch
Fuck the shit up out of your pipe line
What’s up, nigga? You ain't wanna go
You wanna sit up in the house with that bitch
I be on the road non-stop homie
Do about a hundred shows
Packin' a bit and all but
A million people yellin' Brainsick, blaw
Whats up!

Shit, take time out to
Gather my thoughts nigga
Do you hear me yet? Do you hear me yet?
I will not lose! Mhm, yeah

Whats up? Blood niggas start to mention
That my grandma basement
Never know a nigga pull up and throwin' the
Hood up then they get to bookin'
They get to runnin' I'ma get behind the
Wheel and I will get to chasin'
Really don't matter get yo man
To splatter put 'em
In a platter and I be like fuck 'em
Now everybody wanna pay attention
Did I fully mention
Didn't nobody listen I was always spittin'
Rippin' niggas up for what you done punch him
Up and help his mama get a living
Murder everybody wanna go against a burner
Guess I gotta dominate 'em
Do I really got to sit and listen to
This little bitch and talkin'
Just abominate her gnarly
I'm on the road and gunna put a
Hole up in your heart and
Smokin' some mush cannabis sativa you would
Think I'm related to Marley
They tell me that I need to quit I be like
What the fuck you can hit me with the green
That don't mean a nigga does not matter
What they said my nigga that's harder
Pull up on you and put the bullet
Right up in your chest plate
I don't give a shit about your opinion
I represent it from the West
Brainsick than a muthafucka with a
Half ounce in my dome, shit
I'ma focus on a nigga money while
You bitches talk about who's best what's up?

Your opinion means nothing to me