Thats Wots Up

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[Intro: Salam Wreck & Proof] Yeah Big Proof That's what's up Grown Man Sh!t That's what's up Everybody from 9 Mile down to Jefferson That's what's up Getting they hustle on, getting that grind on C'mon [Verse 1: Proof] I turn my ear to the hood and listen to the drama Grew up the hard way 'cause I ain't listen to my mama Picture my karma, a son at fifteen, I left lonely I'm pouring Cisco out for best homies Death only breathes the way to live I give my kids a better way, build a bridge From the blocks to the burbs, show the money impossible terms To cope with the culprit is shot with the words "Can't we all get along!" Hell nah, every man in my clique is needing work It ain't no Crips or no bleeding shirts It's no colours, niggas is real to the gristle You wanna go to war motherfucker, we gon' send you ass a missile My team don't even see how my mind gets iller As the time grows realer as a grimy nigga Yeah you see me on awards, don't see me on The Source Like I said "You mouth off you gon' see on your porch" [Chorus: Mu & Proof] If I don't talk to you we ain't speaking (That's what's up) You wanna war well I guess we beefing (That's what's up) See I got killers in every precinct (That's what's up) I got locked up on the weekend, I'm right back out on the week and You got a pistol you better keep it (That's what's up) 'Cause it ain't over 'til I say we even (That's what's up) But you a hoe if you try to sneak me (That's what's up) You better watch how you treat me, one day you gon' need me, that's what's up [Verse 2: Proof] Ayo I smashed D-Dub in the club, he talk too much (Shut up) Had the streets on Royce, he done walked too much Wrote a letter to Yayo to keep his mind tight In hindsight I see the time's right, fuck this limelight And tell Nine know I felt 'bout [Ty?] Hundred thousand later shit, bitch I wished that he die Dogmatic's like my dog, damn near my best friend Lay a nigga on his back for love, no question I used to rep one hood, 'Matic said "No Dudey! Don't you get it mothafucka, you run this whole city!" Imagine Proof out and about having shout outs in your house Blast your grill, have your teeth move out of your mouth If is a fifth and y'all all fucked up, don't ever spit venom Turn bitch nigga, I hit women Corona, Blue Nun mixed with the Moët Murder Ink. and Esham, my niggas is no threat This is it, Shady gave me the keys (Keys) [Chorus: Mu & Proof] If I don't talk to you we ain't speaking (That's what's up) You wanna war well I guess we beefing (That's what's up) See I got killers in every precinct (That's what's up) I got locked up on the weekend, I'm right back out on the week and You got a pistol you better keep it (That's what's up) 'Cause it ain't over 'til I say we even (That's what's up) But you a hoe if you try to sneak me (That's what's up) You better watch how you treat me, one day you gon' need me, that's what's up