What Up lyrics

[Verse 1: AZ]
Serpent Nas, nocturnal
Circ*msizse rock thermos
Ride or die homicide vibe when them shots burn you
Hop ergo keep low close shop
Hop hurdles hot verbal
Worry not got the blocks further
Fast follow numb off the rum red bottle
Jet models from jump
Been a threat to some survival
One bible same crew few rivals came through
Blue rifles flames foo
f*ck a I'm the same too
The game is small, the shells is large
I came to war on hammer god
I'm from the core I claim for all
So fire wind ready I annihilate deadly
High in the Chevy
Movin' on the two way, tag on the two way
With fam on the toche
Blue ray, up close push a n*gga two pace
Soufle, superstar stat without the Lou pay

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
You get it poppin' so do we homie, c*ck yo sh*t
I don't care where you from, who the f*ck you get
This is D-Block, n*ggas betta rep they set
Cause it's on, it's on (2x)
[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]
Yeah, Hey yo, I keep the hammer c*cked right on stage
Sheek Louch an OG but, I don't have to act my age
f*ck around I'll let that silverback out his cage
Hide the body till yo skin color, cocaine rage
Listen, I suggest you keep a calm like fishin'
For this fire come out like, nitro glycine
Back to you, load it up, you think I'm p*ssin'
I'll leave these coward motherf*ckers rotisserie chicken
Seen it done it, ran from police
I got diamonds in my eyes like my rose stole Jesus' piece
We could do this now or after the show
Hey yo Bully clip up
Police coming? f*ck it, pop some mo'

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
You get it poppin' so do we homie, c*ck yo sh*t
I don't care where you from, who the f*ck you get
This is D-Block, n*ggas betta rep they set
Cause it's on, it's on (2x)

[Verse 3: Hell Rell]
Stop, picture me being scared of a snitch n*gga (nope), b*tch n*gga (nope), I'ma young rich n*gga (yeah)
Got some backs for you, so come b*tch n*gga
Wanna talk bricks n*gga? Lets get rich n*gga
See I'ma paid man, plus a made man
God must've had me in mind when he made man
And don't worry I'ma find all my enemies
Smoke blunts of kush so my dime is a Hennessy
They call me grim reaper
They got a page I whip back the beepers
I'm all about a Franklins like a rether
When it come to that coke I'm the ring leader
Don't make me sweep up the streets with the street sweeper
Come to my crib
Let you see what I'll do n*gga
Knock some walls down make the indoor pool bigger
You can't relate to that talk, because I'm too richer
The hit is out, Guess on who?
You n*gga!!
[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
You get it poppin' so do we homie, c*ck yo sh*t
I don't care where you from, who the f*ck you get
This is D-Block, n*ggas betta rep they set
Cause it's on, it's on (2x)