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Tytuł: What the fuck is up

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   {Noreaga}
  Yo I be doin this shit, since a little juvenile
  Niggas know my style hurt like it's root canal
  It's like a little 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.
  Niggas think I'm Mexican, they askin is you S.A.?
  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 hit 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
  
  Chorus 14X: Noreaga
  Yo, What the fuck is up? (Hey You!)
  
  {Noreaga}
  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 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 shit
  
  Chorus
  
  {Scarlett}
  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 thin from my hips to the prod of my feet
  I see ya man peek, from the drug 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 now, that I'm scandalous
  Fake playas, gettin hurt, then shit 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 shit, you still fuckin with Lewinsky
  
  Chorus