What's Up - Joe Budden, Newz, A-Team

First it was my block, then it was on yours

Whoever disagree get 'em with the long four

Now it’s all of the above on tour, who want more, but naw

Nah, now I’m at a whole other state

And the next king of New York’s from a whole nother state

Got the key to Jay-Z and other spots that surround

Like about to lock shit down

Fiends love that you got it, just not enough to try it

«We love your club songs, just not enough to buy it»

Will never be a boss, but you’ll always be a sidekick

Means you’ll always on my dick, Cosere wassup?

Wassup, wassup, wassup (Nigga)

On top we bang this, wassup (Nigga)

See a chump and you want his head buss

And you don’t give a fuck then aks 'em, «Wassup?»

(What up?)

Wassup, wassup, wassup (Uh)

On top we bang this, wassup (Yeah)

See a chump and you want his head buss

And you don’t give a fuck then aks 'em, «Wassup?»

(What up?)

I run up on 'em and aks 'em, «Wassup?»

(What up?)

You got a problem then let me know what’s what (Yeah)

'Cause I ain’t up for the talkin', I’m down for the sparkin'

The bouncers let me in with

It’s the block gang, homie, don’t get me

I thought I told you motherfuckers befo'

Niggas ain’t gonna stand 'til I’m in front of they door

Put the chrome Desert Eagle to the side of they jaw

I’m back at it, squeezing a black 'matic

Black blood dope addict

Don’t wanna fight, don’t wanna dirty my Nike’s

Don’t make me end the party early tonight, aight?

(Yeah)

Wassup, wassup, wassup (Nigga)

On top we bang this, wassup (Nigga)

See a chump and you want his head buss

And you don’t give a fuck then aks 'em, «Wassup?»

(What up?)

Wassup, wassup, wassup (Uh)

On top we bang this, wassup (Yeah)

See a chump and you want his head buss

And you don’t give a fuck then aks 'em, «Wassup?»

(What up?)

You could catch Ran in a white tee, chain and nice watch

A slight bop like I got hit with a nice shot

I’m quite hot like cook cooked in the right pot

The right Glock slugs make sure that your life stop

The dice spot where we post up with the white tops

On blocks nice we don’t like cops

But you could say I’m New York’s bravest

'Cause I’m not all that with MAC’s, but I’m great with Gauge’s

Nigga, a facelift, that’s what you gonna need, you gonna bleed

When that 8 spit get on your knees, «Where's all the keys?»

Got a great flip from off the D, you oughta leave

Youse a fake, snitch I order, «Squeeze»

To the big I slaughter G’s with quarter keys

it’s hard to breath from all the trees

In the Matrix, ignore the, I’m for the G’s

I know you hurtin' 'cause you workin' with shorter cheese

Wassup, wassup, wassup (Nigga)

On top we bang this, wassup (Nigga)

See a chump and you want his head buss

And you don’t give a fuck then aks 'em, «Wassup?»

(What up?)

Wassup, wassup, wassup (Uh)

On top we bang this, wassup (Yeah)

See a chump and you want his head buss

And you don’t give a fuck then aks 'em, «Wassup?»

(What up?)

Your girl know she reppin' a clown

And she called you Roy Jones, said you knockout during in the second round

(I got the) all chrome thing in a rose gold case

Now I be Nick Birdman and don’t show face

I’ll never be cuffed in a cell (Why?)

'Cause the cops’ll never catch me, the engine’s a W12

Or I’m in a dippin' the red lights

Hood’s dented up and it’s missing a headlight

'Cause they play for keeps, and niggas know about me

So how they still sell straight razors in the street?

It’s not sweet, if it is it’s not me

And you can’t wake him up, he’s not asleep now, nigga

What up?

Wassup, wassup, wassup (Nigga)

On top we bang this, wassup (Nigga)

See a chump and you want his head buss

And you don’t give a fuck then aks 'em, «Wassup?»

(What up?)

Wassup, wassup, wassup (Uh)

On top we bang this, wassup (Yeah)

See a chump and you want his head buss

And you don’t give a fuck then aks 'em, «Wassup?»

(What up?)