Artist: Willie D Album: I'm Goin' Out Lika Soldier Song: What's Up Nigga? Typed by: dy_face@yahoo.com [Verse One: Willie D] Guys get up and run for it And motherfucker don't try to be Aroid Cause if you try to act bad, lord have mercy on your ass I take a Rudy pooh-troop to the whoop To track them tits to make them suck soups And your pussy if the niggaz in your crew Don't get nude cause I'll whip your ass too And when I get in that ass don't scream like a bitch Cause I ain't trying to hear that shit Because you'll slab, smack, trap And get done like that (*BOOM*) even if you're handicap Oooh! and if I let the pistol smoke Party Pig will tell you I'll bring it to you if you short, tall, small or bigger So what's Up Nigga? [Chorus] 2X Go motherfuckers, go motherfuckers, go! (YEAH!) Some of you all still gonna try to show off Go motherfuckers, go motherfuckers, go! (YEAH!) And get busted in your goddamn mouth [Verse Two: Willie D] Aiyyo, fuck all that gangster shit you're preaching I got something, featuring every one of you whores So much with that posse shit, talking that cockie shit I used to be fucking with, and when my bullets ain't launching I'm punching motherfuckers out like Ray J. Johnson Closing out like a jap Nigga, hear that cap, you gotta give me some Dap! (Come on!) I'm not with the Riff Raff, fool Here's a nigga with a real attitude Don't ask me what I meant by that So when you see me on the corner With your whore you can take it like you wanna Cause Willie D ain't a punk, or a whore, or a quitter And he's solely ain't a bullshitter Let's see who draws got sugar, that's the square What's up nigga? [Chorus] [Verse Three: Willie D] In a two year period, I've jumped out of the socket And put a big knot in my pocket I've paid my dues, I've been misused these asses So mother fuck you and that bullshit you're stressing Read These Nikes, Size Ain't Shit Yo whore, suck a nigga's dick That goes for every Tom, Dick and Harry And any bitch that they choose to marry And any baby that she blessed And any piece of shit conceived from that nest I wax and tax off the macks and jacks of stacks And run right through their ass ex-slacks It's like a game of monopoly Once I get on the road, ain't no stopping me If Shock can be the C the D with a handgun I want the license to have one -----> Eazy-E You see I'm on probation So I brought one off the streets from a Jamaican And this is taking from my trousers I'll have your ass looking like Houdini in the White Closet You're full of that false courage punk Sipping on Kool-As and trying to get drunk Wine is fine but Whiskey is quicker So what's up nigga? [Chorus] [Outro] Come On! Come On! Come On! ~ Yeah! Come On! Come On! Come On! ~ Yeah! Runs from a small time called Creeps over niggaz asses Come On! ~ Yeah!