REAL LYRICS:

[Intro 0:00-0:11]
What’s happenin'?… What’s happenin'?
Niggas with all that whispering and shit, man, what’s happenin', nigga?
Webbie, approach me like a man, nigga. (Trill Ent. young savage)
What’s happenin'?

[Bridge 0:12-0:23]
Gon' ‘head, boy (gon’ ‘head), you know you scared, boy (you know you scared).
That savage life, you ain’t ready for that, boy (nah).
Fuck that nigga, keep mugging that nigga.
He actin’ bad like Michael Jackson, go ‘head 'n’ ask him (mane…).

[Chorus I 0:24-0:35]
What’s happenin'? What’s happenin'?
What’s happenin'? What’s happenin'?
What’s happenin'? What’s happenin'?
What’s happenin'? What’s happenin'?
What’s happenin'? What’s happenin'?
What’s happenin'? What’s happenin'?
What’s happenin'? What’s happenin'?
What’s happenin'? What’s happenin'?

[Verse 1: Webbie 0:36-1:35]
Do we got a problem, nigga (a problem?), what’s happenin' ‘round?
We can do this shit right now; you know how I get down.
Mane, suck my dick, 'cause I fucked your bitch?
Fuck you, fuck ya momma, fuck ya whole clique.
Stay up with ya crew and talk stupid 'til y'all get sleepy,
Hollering 'bout y'all gon’ blue me and do me up when y'all see me.
You ‘bout it 'bout it? Come see me; I want a nigga to sneak me.
Let you come with that bullshit; I bet you gon’ make the TV.
Meet in the parking lot; fuck it, nigga, you gon' see me.
I will not be hard to find, just look for the Lamborghini.
I ain’t much gotta scream it, I’m sho' you already know that.
From Boosie back to Lil Phat, we gon' stomp you out like a do'mat.
Just snuck the gun in the club, and just like me, that bitch loaded.
My rap career up and rollin; I hope y'all don’t make me blow it.
Got 20 mo' niggas wit me, and all of them niggas bogus.
And all of them ‘bout that murder; we all done did it before.
And all us got bond money, so all us ready to go.
We might lay 'round and get life, but fuck it, that’s how it go.
Now, this is how I be living; this ain’t some shit I just wrote.
And I ain’t with all that whispering; I’m askin’ these niggas (mane…):

[Chorus II 1:36-1:59]
What’s happenin'? What’s happenin'?
What’s happenin'? What’s happenin'?
What’s happenin'? What’s happenin'?
What’s happenin'? What’s happenin'?
What’s happenin'? What’s happenin'? (ol' bitch-ass nigga…)
What’s happenin'? What’s happenin'? (pussy-ass nigga…)
What’s happenin'? What’s happenin'? (fake-ass nigga…)
What’s happenin'? What’s happenin'? (clown-ass nigga…)
What’s happenin'? What’s happenin'?
What’s happenin'? What’s happenin'?
What’s happenin'? What’s happenin'?
What’s happenin'? What’s happenin'?
What’s happenin'? What’s happenin'? (ol' bitch-ass nigga…)
What’s happenin'? What’s happenin'? (pussy-ass nigga…)
What’s happenin'? What’s happenin'? (fake-ass nigga…)
What’s happenin'? What’s happenin'? (clown-ass nigga…)

[Verse 2: Lil Phat 2:00-2:47]
(what up?… what up?…what?)
Dick in the booty, rooty pooty ass nigga, fake ass cartoon movie ass nigga.
Get yo mind right; why the fuck you niggas worried ‘bout the youngin’?
Chk-Chk Bow, now you heard about the youngin'.
My niggas get retooted, and we really quick to shoot a bitch.
Bucking through the crowd, dumb way boys, bitch that’s who I’m with.
I don’t fuck around, what the fuck, I don’t believe it.
Playin' with the youngin', yo bald fade where you bleedin'.
Nigga play pussy, you know what I’m talkin' ‘bout.
Make me pull up to the house and make you bitches walk it out, (ha ha…)
I guess you did that for the boss; I'ma cut ya dick off and stick it in ya goon’s mouth. (take that, ha…)
You niggas robots, mane; you niggas ain’t no murderers.
X, and pain what it rhyme with? You heard of us.
If I said it then I mean it, I ain’t gon’ bite my words.
Ay, pull up on the scene and leave your shit on the curb.

[Chorus II 2:48-3:11]

[Verse 3: Webbie 3:12-3:59]
Be yourself (be yourself), or be that nigga on the news
That got knocked up out his shoes by them dudes.
I refuse to let a nigga play; cruise to where a nigga stay,
Politely walk up on him, whip that tool up in a nigga face.
What’s with all the animosity because a nigga straight?
Smoke a fake nigga like I stay smokin' grapes.
Say I ain’t the one to mess with; I’ll leave a nigga stressin',
Find ya wife dead on the flo' up in the kitchen.
You wonderin' where ya kids at? I got ‘em all wit me.
Mail you a finger to show you I mean bidness.
I ain’t got my vest on, y'all can come on and get me.
I got my tech on, and I’m takin’ somebody wit me.
Got ‘em sittin’, visionin', knockin' me out my misery.
Niggas say I’m dirty; they claimin' they gon' fix me.
Better wake up early in the mornin'; you plan on catching me.
I'ma tell you lil niggas early… rest in peace. (mane…)

[Chorus II 4:00-4:48]