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What’s Up Re-Up
[Verse 1: Ab-Liva]
For my hustlas, play the part, I'm a smuggler;
This is to my jugglers, get it out to the customers
645 Ci them hoes loving us....

[Interlude]
*CLINTON SPARKS!*

For my hustlas, play the part, I'm a smuggler
This is to my jugglers, get it out to the customers
645 Ci them hoes loving us
But I felt the top would smother us-
So I got the roof transplanted, so now that the sun's touchin' us
Plus the inside was a coach, love it or comfort us
Sitting on blades, like Shaq's shoes is up under us
Came a long way from that thing - for $25, 5
Taped up under the muffler I move it with my Southerner n***as
That rep they hood, puttin on they struggl-les
I, get it-I grab it-I cook it-I move it-I sell it;
See it-I cop it-I drop it-I chrome it-I shell it
I unveil it; I switch lanes, left hand, turn, "burn, baby, burn!"
Nights watch the arms hail it
Complimented the drama-sale is augmented
Still says "classy" no matter what the frost think

[Verse 2: Pusha-T]
S-L be the coupe; roof off the drop
Neck out the top, look at me—Jack-In-The-Box!
You actin' a lot; you ain't Big, you ain't Pac
And we only respect J. Prince for rapping alot
Your reign on the top, never quote him, I ain't owe him
If you ain't kissed his mama how the fuck you ride fo' him?
You dick-eating n***as probably wish to die fo' him
And I admired his work, but I ain't never cried fo' him!
Hoping the dead blow 'em up, maybe this will grow 'em up
150K every time Pusha showin' up!
Shimmerin' hand, shimmerin' band, I'm Glimmer Man;
Chain star-studded like it's Viva-La-Glam!
You n***as "Jackass" like Viva-La-Bam
Looked down upon like KRS did to Shan
I'm one thousand grams wrapped neat in Saran
Label me landlord, I keep Kis in my hand