What the f*ck is Up? lyrics

{[Verse 1: N.O.R.E.]
Yo I be doin this sh*t, since a little juvenile
n*ggas 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, U.S.A
n*ggas think I'm Mexican, they askin is you S.A.?
I'm like Crome Parelli, ya first class, we coach sh*t
While ya factor be in, it's on some coke sh*t
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, n*gga 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 n*ggas hater rate it
It's thug sh*t, and that's the only rate, I rate it

[Chorus: N.O.R.E.]
Yo, What the f*ck is up? (Hey You! (14X))

[Verse 2: N.O.R.E.]
Yo, yo, aiyo lately, my gat been on safety
And I've been starvin for ass, even in scatekey
It check for I.D. 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 S.O., I can hit a hundred and peel
Yo I keep navigation, yo you know the deal
That's the mininum, then you know a n*gga 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 di*k
Y'all n*ggas is crummy, y'all ain't even really sh*t
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[Verse 3: Scarlet]
Thugged out, Scarlett a set that ass up
Have you gassed up, like i'mma gone give ass up
Have my n*ggas come thru masked up, disturb ya nut
Leave you there, stuck and put 3 in ya gut
What? n*gga, 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 b*tch, you can't handle this
And If ya girl act up, I'mma smack that b*tch
You should of let that broad know, that I'm scandalous
Fake playas, gettin hurt, then sh*t it don't play yaself
And ask me for the digits, 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 sh*t, you still f*ckin with Lewinsky

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