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"What's.. what's.."
"What's on? What's going on?" (4X)

The club scene is a regular hangout for unclean
women in tight jeans frontin queens
Chickenheads who should be home takin care of their
Instead, they always in the club flirtin men
No I don't care about no hype-no-holic bitches; all I'm concerned
is who's they burners in to burn niggaz
While security practice is proportions
Niggaz is still stealthily sneakin firearms in
Often, be acting like they're marksmen
but couldn't hit a object
So how you hit a movin target? Especially if you alcoholic
The party was coconuts you spoiled it
Nigga goin on?

Canibus + samples

"What's going on? going on?"
What's goin on these days?
[Can] do no hip-hop shows without the gunplay
"What's on? What's going on?"
[Can] goin on? Why is everybody packin?
"While you rappin, I'm tryin to sneak the gat in" -> Havoc
"What's on? What's going on?"
[Can] What's goin on days?
Can't do no hip-hop without the gunplay
"What's on? What's going on?"
[Can] you blaze, think about the lives at stake
"You got a gun up in waist, please don't shoot up the place" -> Biggie

The night I seen some kid gettin loud, runnin his mouth
Til somebody the thang-thang out, then shots rang out
This nigga in front of me got his blown out
On the floor a piece of his small intestines hangin out
I had to scream on the to carry him out
They said, "Nah, them is still bustin in the crowd"
Then they ducked down close to the as the bullets whizzed by
to Allah cause they don't wanna die
But neither do I, it, I gotta be here
As a rap artist, a vital part of my career
I swear, y'all niggaz need to chill with
Bringing your handguns to God damn club I perform at
Everything semi-autos to macs
Chrome or black, plastic and all that
it or not - the government wants that
So they can use as an excuse to shut down rap
What's on?

Yo
All of my hip-hop niggaz should feel I'm speakin upon
A that was touched by Nas and Pharoahe Monch
- bein shot from guns, guns bein carried by thugs
who come to the to shed blood
in mind, that everytime a nigga reaches for chrome
he jeopardizes more than his own
To some this record ain't even relevant you experience
how a bullet can shatter your in a millisec'
By some thug who didn't take that
by bustin a gat, they render somebody handicapped
and trapped, in a over nothin
the gift of walkin and runnin snatched from them
What the is goin on?

2X (to fade)