Wots Up Lyrics
[Intro: Proof]
Turn table terrorist
DJ Sublime record
Yo, what's up?
I wanna know what's up? (D12)
Hey y'all, it's Em production right here
Give it up, Slim Shady, he make good beats too
This his production, he told me he don't like this track
No, you know what I'm sayin'
But like, I like it though
f*ck it, mixtape
[Verse 1: Proof]
And you know it's all in this life without Christ to keep sane, nigga
Staying hot, loyal through plot, drinking the same liquor
More whack, dap dap, call him the brain splitter
f*ck around, tryna get it now, push the cane sniffer
He excuse, nigga a dog, it's all the same difference
Flashy or snatchy, see if your chain fit us
Leaving with, leaving with whoever came with us
Come out what we call the fool's system, the fame bit us
The gang bit us, no jitters, we keep a steady hand
While you deep in these streets, we already ran
Listen man, don't let your feelings wrestle your heart
There's like a bleeding drum, man, I wrestle y'all short
Look, life don't like you, I suggest that you part
Got some wolves in the club and they eat your flesh in the dark
Heartless like organ donors
Morning light 'til the morning, this they can't even hold the corners
[Chorus: Proof]
What's up?
The same records that be motherf*cking asking y'all
What's up?
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Hold the phone, what y'all wanna do to me
What's up?
D12 back in this bitch ass, we
What's up?
Heard me for life, Detroit say
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