Waddup Gz - Prodigy

What up?

What up G’s

What, what up?

What up G’s

What, what up?

It ain’t nothing but this murder rap

It ain’t nothing, it ain’t nothing but these money stacks

It ain’t nothing, it ain’t nothing but the same old

Plan that we had planned from the front door

I write a 16 and disrespect your whole career

Compared to me you sound like an amateur

Just a novice;

I’m an expert word smith

Playing games I’m an animal with this

We’re not the same, that’s very fucking obvious

You’re not a made mobster you’re an obelisk

Don’t let me catch you in the streets you’re a sandwich

Or picnic, pick a nigga I will damage

Little boy get his motherfucking head flew

It ain’t nothing, it ain’t nothing I ain’t been through

My practice makes perfect aim

Nah you’re not ready for war, bang bang

What up?

What up G’s

What, what up?

What up G’s

What, what up?

It ain’t nothing but this murder rap

It ain’t nothing, ain’t nothing but these money stacks

It ain’t nothing, ain’t nothing but the same old

Plan that we had planned from the front door

I’ll pop a shot that’ll wrap up your whole life

One shot, one shot and it’s good night

Nice and neat, tuck 'em in the with the white sheet

Sleeping bags for them fags trying to fight me

Can’t fight it, this was meant, this was meant to be

You a false prophet, P is eternally

At odds with the Devil, stay try’na murder me

But I keep comin' back like a dope fiend

Watch me spawn back with no jewelry on

Born again, it’s on again, let’s get it on

It be a slaughter, turn this shit Sodom and Gomorrah

I cut a snake nigga head off, yeah

And I stick with my dogs, be like

What up?

What up G’s

What, what up?

What up G’s

What, what up?