What’s Up Wit Dat Juvenile (Ft. Big Tymers & Lil Wayne)

[Verse 1: Juvenile]
Put a limit to the bullshit and give me some space
Nigga recognize the G in me when I'm the place
I'll get mad and deliberately spit in yo face
I ain't no pretty boy nigga I'm a felony case
My daddy was slangin' iron back in '78
Is you listenin' to a nigga, am I settin' you straight?
The next one of you niggas that come at me sideways
We'll be entertained wit' four or five K's
Probably might get killed in four or five ways
Probably won't be found for bout four or five days
Lil Wheezy in the pen for bout four or five days
Look he ain't in the hood fo bout four or five days
Better not tell me shit when I'm upset
Cause I'll catch a flashback and all of y'all would get wet
Around the way they call me Slap and Pop
Cause I'll slap a clip up in mac and let it pop

[Verse 2:Baby]
Look nigga, if you pull that bitch, you betta shoot that bitch
Reppin fo them hoes that get their wigs split quick
If you abusin' that shit, you probably shootin' that shit
I'm Mr. Bling Bling nigga fuck that shit
You could find me in my Rover gettin' head from a bitch
You could catch me on the block breakin' bread wit the click
You could find me in the lot buyin' a matchin' six
Lorenzo kit wit' buttons on that bitch
I hit a pawn shop and buy a gat for the click
Nigga ask the Ruff Ryders if you real wit it slick
I took them to the mansion that's paid out slick
Wit them Hummers, Bentleys and Jags and this bitch
I'm the numba one woadie I don't talk no shit
Look at all this ice and how I'm poppin' this shit
Nigga grease me up or I'll stick you up
Nigga put yo hands up before I fuck you up