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

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 [Chorus] 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 (s**er n***a) Ya Click the same, a destined bunch of walkin' sh** 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 n***as how to act now Ya Kissin' a** then, ya just as bad now I check ya a** then, I shut ya a** down And I deliver front and center, never back down Who get the last laugh now s**er n***a [Chorus] I got a front street swag and a side street hustle Center Hill, Cedar Ave. that's where I be s**er 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, n***as 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? [Chorus] 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 a**" "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! [Chorus]