Waddup Gz

What up?
 What up G's
 What, what up?
 What up G's
 What, what up?
 x8
 It ain't nothing but this murder rap
 It ain't nothing, it ain't nothing but this 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 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 nigger; I will damage
 Little boy get his motherfucking head flew
 It ain't nothing, it ain't nothing I been through
 My practice makes perfect aim
 Nah you're not ready for war, bang bang
 What, what up?
 What up G's
 What, what up?
 x8
 It ain't nothing but this murder rap,
 It ain't it, ain't nothing but these money stacks
 It ain't it, 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