What Up, What’s Happening

by Jay Z

Aye Whats Happenin'
All you haters should get at me cause i hear ya and im watchin' but im serious haters so all i gotta say is..
*CHORUS*
What up, whats happenin'
All u haters can get at me(hey)
Cause i hear ya and im watchin'(hey)
But im still here i aint stoppin'
So What up, whats happenin'
All u haters should get at me
Cause i hear ya and im watchin'
But im serious haters so all i gotta say is what up
*Verse 1*
What it is bruh(bruh)
What it do mayne(mayne)
It still tha man from the pan to the blue flame
Then hit tha door and make it rain with the loose change
I bet that what he did a show now thats a damn shame
I guess that what he hatin for boy u so damn lame(Sucka Nigga)
Your Click the same a destined bunch of walkin shit stain
Disgraced the A ya give the city such a bad name
you way back in my rearview mirror im in tha fast lane
still i hear you loud and clear on your little song
go on getcha dissin' on while tha king gone
your self esteem gone (why) cuz im back now
lets see if we cant teach these niggas how to act now
kissin' ass then, you just as bad now
I check ya ass then, I shut ya ass down
And I deliver front and center, never back down
Who get the last laugh now sucka nigga
*Chorus*
*verse 2*
I got a front street swagg and a side street hustle
Center hill seater ave that's where i be sucka
South grand church street the first with the work
We can get into commercial if you need somthing to chirp with
Ay what i care bout who you asking sayin they aint heard of me
Im certified certainly them videos ain't hurtin' me
I still ride with the windows rolled down
All around the A-town like it's finna go down
If it was ever any questions niggas finna know now
Won't retire my throne or surrender no crown
I never bow down or never say die
Just to whom it may concern or whosoever ever may try
Im forever westside and the feather weight dies
tell 'em take they first shot go and get yourself out
Cause i yelled bankhead and you felt left out
I didnt mention yo name that's what all this bout
*Chorus*
Summer hills to the hills up in hollywood
A house full gettin to it you know how we do it
Yeah we smoke grape(grape)and we drink good(good)
Then we ball hard (hey) just like g'z should (hahaaaa)
buy what we want, drive what we want
G4 up up in the wind we go, we fly where we want
Haters smile like they like it when they really dont
Wish they could just wish me away that's what they really want
I really hate his ass(i hate him) i dont like them either(either)
We do a song together maybe then we can beat him (yea)
Somehow he must be stopped(stopped) somethin must be done(done)
We can knock the maflex and try him when he get caught with guns
Then if he really done and we really won
Anymore ideas(i got sumthin) suggestions anyone
How bout we stay up all night(i like that) on the blog sites
Spread vicious lies and nasty rumors we can all write
But that's alright let the nerds hate
Cause in my face though them words get ate
And hating hard work when i just bounce back
This GOD work tell all the haters im baaack
*Chorus till fade*