What Up?!

Yeah...y'all know what they say You gotta link with the homies when you pop up [Welcome back Hir-O] Ayo, they sayin' welcome back, hero when I speed through the street On the east freakin' these beats, fleein' fleets of police I'm a beast, that Cochise in my speech A shit talkin', Chris Walken...frankly, nigga, I'm the king I don't run, but I'm D-MC, your clientele gon' connect with Meetin' bosses I'm high as hell With WhutUpDoe [what up doe?], told my nigga, we might as well Hit The Fives overlookin' the city in Playa Del [Whoa!] Rockin' crowds without touchin' my peak At this stage, I still feel the lust in my sleep Adventures with the cops, juxtaposed with my flock When we pull up in the spot, in young drug dealer chic I never asked to be part of rap's elite But heavy lies, the satchel by the crown in my castle Spanish facelift, engraved in barrels to blast you Like Sphinx, bullets riddle, anyone who pass through [ha!] If it's lit, then we up, let them niggas discuss In your whip, add this as a must And if you got a fifth or a blunt go and throw that shit up No disrespect, when I step in the cut, I say Detroit, [What up?!] What up, what up, 517, [What up?!] What up, what up Bed-Stuy [What up?!] What up, what up, DC [What up?!] What up, what up [ayo] I done been to many places, some I call home But no matter where we go, thee Impala ride on chrome [What up?!] [What up?!] what up, what up, [What up?!] what up, what up [Hunh!] I'm sayin' in these times, well at least it's some It's a lot of new rappers tryin' to sound like JYoung [What up?!] Prolific mic buster, gat shooter Flows off the dome like Zapruder... a nightmare [What up?!] Cause I'm half man, half Kruger Freddie's dead, I was strong enough to push him off the ledge [What up?!] And it was written like hieroglyphics imported From shores fit with women that's badder than Shannon Thornton [What up?!] I'll pull Miss Mississip', introduce to Mrs. Smith And write the costs off as a business trip [What up?!] Poppin' bottles at the grotto, while models carry weight in different shades Like it's Bono or Luis Lujano Like Paid in Full is the motto, plus the fact I'm truly player And I'm draped in Lumiere [What up?!] Smooth as tap dance by Fred Astaire Whether camera flash or mean mug, respect the glare! [What up?!] Hate when I was on the rise, claimin' they run the city Now all them niggas got a 9-to-5 [What up?!] And I do too, but still spit that beaucoup Mix of George Jackson, drip of Nas spittin' Hoodoo And who knew? I'd exist among the who's who Where Rhodes Scholars and real niggas salute you [What up?!] It's my soul and resilience, call home as a witness Throw stones from a throne with my Mrs. If it's lit, then we up, let them niggas discuss In your whip, add this as a must And if you got a fifth or a blunt go and throw that shit up No disrespect, when I step in the cut, I say Detroit, [What up?!] What up, what up, 517, [What up?!] What up, what up Bed-Stuy [What up?!] What up, what up, DC [What up?!] What up, what up [ayo] I done been to many places, some I call home But no matter where we go, thee Impala ride on chrome [What up?!] [What up?!] what up, what up, [What up?!] what up, what up Let's ride out, uh!