Artist: Ruthless Bastardz Album: New York's Most Wanted Song: I Wanna Know What's Up Typed by: Cno Evil [Chorus: Apocalipps (Beno)] Ma, I wanna know what's up (all my dirty dirty south bitches) All I wanna do is fuck (all my inner city bitches where ya at?) I ain't trynna spend a buck (all my high class bitches) All I got to get is this nut [Apocalipps] Lipps ain't paying for nothing these days All ya freaks, ya'll be running round fronting these days Can I buy you what? You listen to that Bills Bills shit Too much, and now you wanna walk around like you Destiny's Child I get the rubber, that's it, then I'm stretching you out I play broke a dumb bitch, all I got is some weed and a lump dick You want this? Cuz I copped this shit from a kid on my block If the pussy good, then I pull a drawer out my sock You got me open, you can think that, you really wanna turn me on? Ma, drink that, just think that If you waste it, don't ever do nobody good Ask your gynecoligist, bitch, dick does a body good I hope your pussy don't stink up my place Truck, bombay, pick up the pace [Truck] Ma, I know what's up, you like to strip all day Shake ya ass in the club, collect tips all day See I like to fuck the pitbull way, roof I smoke a little bit of weed now the bitch wanna stay Now she's up in the lab, eating dick all day Eating fish all day, eating shrimp all day Bitch please, mack Truck, I'm a pimp all day Twenty four hours, seven days a week Fuck a bed, all I need is a place to creep Lifestyle, a floor and a couple of sheets Fuck her to the beat, til her legs get weak Superhead, you the best, one hell of a freak [Chorus] [Beno] Ma, I got dough, but I ain't think about you Picture me dead broke, just thinking bout you Matter fact what you think of my crew? What you think, that we think, when we think about you All of us wilding out, with our dicks up in you Cameras, coming out, taking flicks of you Now ma, move ya head, cuz you blocking my view I be damned if I think about stopping you So keep going, keep flowing All my hustling niggas be knowing How a ho like you keep me open Cuz you suck me good, and you fuck me good So I can't lie bitch, yo it must be good It must be good, you fuck me good [Iron Mic] Yo, it's Iron, where the hoes at? Where the thug chicks, here, ma, hold that Roll that, get towed back, before I blow ya back She called back, telling me she never did it like that She like it thug style in the Ac', head on my lap You looking for the cash, ma, you can forget about that I ain't come to play pitty rap, I got my hands on down Where on ya titties at, looking for the kitty cat You gon' give me that? She give me one better Gargle on my titty sacks, swallowed all kiddies back To all ya bitches playing hard to get When I catch you, I'mma hit you with the hardest dick Now sing this shit [Chorus]