What Up, What's Haapnin' - T.I.

Aye What’s Happenin'

All you haters should get at me cause I hear ya and

I’m watchin' but I’m serious haters so all I gotta say is

What up, what’s happenin'

All u haters can get at me (hey)

Cause I hear ya and I’m watchin' (hey)

But I’m still here I ain’t stoppin'

So What up, what’s happenin'

All u haters should get at me

Cause I hear ya and I’m watchin'

But I’m serious haters so all I gotta say is what up

What it is bro (bro)

What it do mane (man)

Still the man from the pan to the blue flame

Still gettin' dough and make it rain with the loose change

I bet that what he did a show, now that’s a damn shame

I guess that what he hatin' for boy u so damn lame (Sucker nigga)

Ya 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 rear view mirror I’m in the fast lane

Still I hear ya loud and clear on ya lil' song

Go on getcha dissin' on while the king on

Your self esteem gone (why) cause I’m back now

Let’s see if we can’t teach these niggas how to act now

Ya Kissin' ass then, ya 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 sucker nigga

I got a front street swag and a side street hustle

Center Hill, Cedar Ave. that’s where I be sucker

South Grand Church Street, the first with that work

But we can get it to commercial, if ya need somethin' chirp with

Hey what I care bout who you askin', sayin' they ain’t heard of me

I’m certified, certainly

Them videos ain’t hurtin' me

I still ride with the window rolled down all around the A town like it’s finn’a

go down

If it was ever any questions, niggas finna' know now

Won’t retire my thrown or surrender no crown

I never bow down (Never)

And never say die (Never)

Just to whom it may concern and who so ever may try

I’m forever Westside

And the featherweight dies

Tell them take your best shot

Goin' get yourself hot

Cause I yell Bankhead and you felt left out

I ain’t mention yo name

That’s what all this bout?

From Summer Hill to the hills up in Hollywood

A house full, gettin' to it, you know how we do it (Yeah)

Yeah we smoke great (great)

And we drink good (good)

Then we ball hard, just like G’s should

Buy what we want

Drive what we want

G4 up up and away we go, we fly where we want

Haters smile like they like it when they really don’t

Wish they could just wish me away

That’s what they really want

«I really hate his ass»

«I don’t like him either»

«We'll do a song together, maybe then we can beat him»

«Somehow he must be stopped»

«Somethin' must be done»

«If we can’t knock him off, let’s just try him when he get caught with guns»

«Then if he really done (Yeah) and we really won (Yeah)

«Any more ideas?

««Suggestions anyone?

««How bout we stay up all night, on the blog sites

Spread vicious lies and nasty rumors we could all write»

But that’s alright

Let the nerds hate

Cause in my face though, them words get ate

And hatin’s hard work, when I just bounce back

This God’s work

Tell all the haters I’m back!