What up? What up? H-Town in this bitch What up? What up? Me and Pimp about to do it for the city What up? What up? What up? What up? [Verse 2 - Pimp
] What up, what up H Town in this bitch What up, what up Me and Pimp about to do it for the city What up, what up What up, what up [Pimp C:] Money by
What up, what up H Town in this bitch What up, what up Me and Pimp about to do it for the city What up, what up What up, what up [Pimp C:] Money by the
know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see What's goin' on? What's goin' on? I don't know what, they
's is out here rollin wit me (c'mon) Big trucks, or fo'-deep in a old school Lookin for the hoes, at a club - full of drunk fools (WHAT WHAT WHAT?) Who
we still runnin this motherfucker [P. Diddy] + (Notorious B.I.G.) Yeah! (one) As we proceed to give you what you need (One, two...) It's all fucked up now What
Latest fashion from Hermain and tar When the hell you gon' learn I'ma star? P.D. back up for par Dolce jar Girls and Bob dog, what's up with the bar Midori
, I sold my ass in New Orleans Did it for Soulja Slim, brought out B.G. It's all love from the beginnin' you Pimp C You know how the pimp be, that nigga
Gee put me up the track Told me E's rollin' Villain - BJ's got the sack Bruce is a giant - Nat C's clockin' Dough Be bop's a pimp. My old freaks a hoe
been throwing all this strong dope, stupid fly, pimp shit But what's up with the sex rhymes You ain't thrown no sex rhymes yet, man, what's up with that
down I kept my front up, my gear clean Even when checkin' minor green Brothers knew my game was true So I hooked up with the real crew That knew exactly what
out of my fucking way Duck for the gunshot and watch to the ricochet Suicide,it's a suicide,yeah (x3) C'mon yeah (x7) (verse three) Yo D.,what's up
everything you got Or else they'll sign you and they put on the shelf to rot I'm tryin' to tell you what's up You best to listen to this record even
I C E B E R G What's that spell? Iceberg, nigga, can't you read? Time to bleed slaughter slice Try to say I wasn't nice as we waxed them punks like lab
We about to tear stuff up, y'all feel good? Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!) Randy Mac in the place to be, what
to his crib I snatched his hoe and his kids and this is what we did I tied they punk ass up I cracked the safe with an axe and then the phones we cut
O. in I did want one these niggas to say that I'm not the same Pick a road cause where you drivin is not a lane And rest in peace to Pimp C life is not
