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what's up re-up - re-up gang lyrics

[verse 1: ab-liva]
for my hustlas, play the part, i’m a smuggler;
this is to my jugglers, get it out to the customers
645 ci them hoes loving us….

[interlude]
-clinton sparks!-

for my hustlas, play the part, i’m a smuggler
this is to my jugglers, get it out to the customers
645 ci them hoes loving us
but i felt the top would smother us-
so i got the roof transplanted, so now that the sun’s touchin’ us
plus the inside was a coach, love it or comfort us
sitting on blades, like shaq’s shoes is up under us
came a long way from that thing – for $25, 5
taped up under the m-ffler i move it with my southerner n-ggas
that rep they hood, puttin on they struggl-les
i, get it-i grab it-i cook it-i move it-i sell it;
see it-i cop it-i drop it-i chrome it-i sh-ll it
i unveil it; i switch lanes, left hand, turn, “burn, baby, burn!”
nights watch the arms hail it
complimented the drama-sale is augmented
still says “cl-ssy” no matter what the frost think

[verse 2: pusha-t]
s-l be the coupe; roof off the drop
neck out the top, look at me—jack-in-the-box!
you actin’ a lot; you ain’t big, you ain’t pac
and we only respect j. prince for rapping alot
your reign on the top, never quote him, i ain’t owe him
if you ain’t kissed his mama how the f-ck you ride fo’ him?
you d-ck-eating n-ggas probably wish to die fo’ him
and i admired his work, but i ain’t never cried fo’ him!
hoping the dead blow ’em up, maybe this will grow ’em up
150k every time pusha showin’ up!
shimmerin’ hand, shimmerin’ band, i’m glimmer man;
chain star-studded like it’s viva-la-glam!
you n-ggas “jack-ss” like viva-la-bam
looked down upon like krs did to shan
i’m one thousand grams wrapped neat in saran
label me landlord, i keep kis in my hand

[chorus]
this ain’t sh-t but vicious, physics
just nod to how we livin’, listen
black cards is in position, shiftin’
give it to ’em, this money mission, idiot

w-ssup, w-ssup, w-ssup? reee-up!
w-ssup, w-ssup, w-ssup? re-up, re-up!
wha-wha-wha, wha-wha, w-ssup? reee-up!
[sandman: yeuhhh!]
r-e-u-p, re-up, re-up!
[sandman: hang onnn!]

[verse 3: sandman]
picture me rollin’, glock that i’m holdin’
poppin’ you open, stoppin’ the jokin’
sh-t, drop in your colon, p-ssin’ your denim
this is ya endin’, couldn’t prevent it
b-tches from “waa!”ming – f-ck boiii!
you know w-ssup wit mcs galore
cold-hearted, i could freeze velour
make you breathe no more
i take heart like the reaper’s kiss
but it’s this heat, i’mma greet ya wit: “how ya doing?”
stop the movement, i’m a mood swing, wrapped up
if you blink wrong, i’mma clap ya
i pause ya squad; standin’ ovation
i broaden the score, no hesitation;
show me an idiot, i show you demonstration
easy evaporation, mc annihilation
i’m toleratin’, all the fakin’ so i’m takin’
-no conversation-
needed, you see it’s blatant

[verse 4: malice]
intro-du-cing the re-up gang
the montage, the renaissance, the re-birth, the avant-garde
chopard the arm, the car’s the arnage
deal with the whip, follow the brick, i am oz;
oh yes, the wizadry, fire-to-pot chemistry
the c0ke call straight to they soul like a ministry;
like it it or not – we kick in the door, we dig in the lock
and still toss a big in the pot
cop the sorbet, straight from jorge
jack-of-all-trades, even mastered the gourmet, unh!
plus the price got the street tongue-in-cheek
cook it till it’s aldente; muah, magnifique!
black card the era, we got in the bag
y’all n-ggas ain’t a factor, like trinidad’s jab
i’m back like zab; re-up, the avenger and
recite these ghetto hymns and regard:
i’m the scripture, n-gga

[chorus]
this ain’t sh-t but vicious, physics
just nod to how we livin’, listen
black cards is in position, shiftin’
give it to ’em, this money mission, idiot

w-ssup, w-ssup, w-ssup? reee-up!
w-ssup, w-ssup, w-ssup? re-up, re-up!
wha-wha-wha, wha-wha, w-ssup? reee-up!
[sandman: yeuhhh!]
r-e-u-p, re-up, re-up!
[sandman: hang onnn!]

[verse 5: pharell]
n-ggas know, the lyrical molesting is takin’ place
f-ckin with sincere p, it ain’t safe;
drop head: coupe, with the new, paper plates
ostrich creams, or the new, gator bait
n-ggas be actin’ brand new, like an openin’
f-ckin’ headache; don’t let them get the still mocherin’
the heart of a marksman is cold like minnesotta when it is broke
so therefore he wants to spend, like oprah spent
so you gon’ be hard, or you gon’ play cho-cha then?
maybe you should just re-focus and not approach us then;
cuz it’s gon’ be mo’ than just a blow across the chin
separate your suit from ya soul like a moccasin
you’re so flowed up, looked down like “really?”
cuz i’m so short, so icy, like the penguin chilly w-lly
so glittery, but he ain’t know my position, see
hit him the clip, it went “brrrip!”, with a .50 piece
see, i’m a nice guy – i woulda rewrote history
boy car flippin’ like chicken, just like rotisserie
“that’s f-cked up!” – that’s ya gift to me…..”huh?”

[outro: malice]
look familiar, n-ggas, all the label drama coming to an end:
clipse coming soon, tell a friend

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