Bone Thugs-N-Harmony What's Up Feat. Swizz Beats Lyrics

Chorus:
What's up, you already know.
Bytch, what's up, you already know.
Bytch, what's up, you already know.
Bytch, what's up, you already know.
What's up, you already know.
Nygga, what's up, you already know.
Nygga, what's up, you already know.
Nygga, what's up, you already know.

Layzie:
I'ma nygga with a master plan, keep the upper hand, yea. For the number one band on the planet. Swizz Beats got the dance floors jammin we packed the spot and these haters can't stand it. My nygga don't panic, your access is granted, you wanted to hate on the real. We fina do damage and spend nyggas cabbage, you already know what's the deal. Say Bone, and they coming to see it. Want trouble, then we heavily heated. Our fans, they know how to treat us. Blaze the reefer, let's all get weeded. Want a piece of this here? We can take it to the streets nygga. What, you think you can f___ with me? You betta ask somebody.

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Krayzie:
What's up? Ya'll already know. I'm bad to the bone. (Bad) Bad with the chrome,(hey). Somebody tell the b____es, don't know I'm back in the song. Nygga, pass the Patron. (Hey, hey) I'm a thug, I don't like to dance, I just bounce (bounce), and clap my hands (clap my hands). Cuz you know I got a gun in my pants, it might drop out if I get too amped. You try to act a fool if you want to. I don't really give a f___ who you know, dude. f___ you and the hood you belong to. These sissies don't know how them bone boys roll through. When its time to get it crackin, nygga we gon ride around like no rappers. So don't a___yze us as actors. We gon' finalize it for you b______s.

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Swizz Beatz:
Man, Swizzy! What's up? Ya'll already know. I'm comin' thru the block, I'm comin' thru the show. Nyggas actin like they really don't know. Bone Thugs, it's time to go. (Hey) Hey, we paper route. Hey, we on the cash man. Hey, get on the dash man, 220 on my dash man. Keep the finger on my stash man. Swizzy, kiss my a__ man. We peepin' for the cop, we takin that cake. Cut it, cut you in ya face. What you think you aint? Man, I'll show you God. You see that black thing? Man, that's my credit card.

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