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Wussdaplan
3,764
Hip-Hop/Rap
Wussdaplan was released on March 26, 1996 by RCA Records Label as a part of the album Realms 'n' Reality
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Release DateMarch 26, 1996
LabelRCA Records Label
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cella Dwellas
Cella Dwellas
Performer
DJ Slice
DJ Slice
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alando Outlaw
Alando Outlaw
Composer, Lyrics
Christopher Gerald
Christopher Gerald
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cella Dwellas
Cella Dwellas
Mixing Engineer, Producer
Nick Wiz
Nick Wiz
Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Heads better recognize the flavor (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Cella Dwellas comin' like this (Ha, word, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What's the plan to The Federation?
Word up, what's the plan in Philly, baby?
What's the plan out in New York?
What's the plan in the Carolinas, North and South?
Out in Jersey?
They 'bout to show y'all, come on, son, bless 'em
Phantasm, Cella Dwellas reppin', no question
Duck Down in Bucktown when I draw Smif-N-Wessun
These crab MCs, their time's up, quoted by O.C. 
Fakin' jacks and they pussycat like Josie
Verbally I spit hot shots that rock ****' knots
With infrared rhymes—that means X marks the spot
My mouth claps, wigs get pushed back when I let off
Big raps and ride these beats like Amtrak
If you need beats like these, come see us with five G's
Before we go to eight joints and five royalty points
Any man I slaughter, glad I got a son not a daughter
Thinking 'bout this five-and-a-quarter
BM, see them frontin' **** is crabs
When I bust AKs like Arabs, they get peeled like scabs
Every time I speak shit, I freak shit
CDs always comin' with that unique shit
Yeah, pa, don't sweat it, automatics embedded in my waistline
Taste wine, hang with cats that do crime
Two nines like Larry Fishburne in Deep Cover
Puta, shoot ya, knock off your future
Dreams of bellies and cream, money wrapped in rubber bands
Or money clips, trips, cruises around the globe
Tommy robe, open-toed slippers, FILA
See I stay fly like an insect
Inject sick thoughts, Polo sport, fragrance-layerin'
Howard's on my finger and Gucci licks jinglin'
Minglin' with thugs with scarred mugs as trademarks
To spark lye, exhale and smoke with a wigged eye
Think I can't keep it real or we're fakin'
Jacks hit you with the MAC and leave your body shakin'
Face down, blowin' bubbles in dirty puddles of water
I slaughter **** in size order, what?
Yeah, out in Atlanta
What's the plan in VA?
In New Orleans?
Know I'm sayin'? What's the plan out in Florida?
Like that
Back again, it's the Cella to the Dwella, Phan to the tasm
Tall to the Man, U to the G (Ooh), the plan?
I got skills for years and start to ill
When I down more beers than Norm from Cheers
Here we go, yo, what's the scenario
Like Tribe and Leaders, lightin' **** up with the heater
Props for blocks and block skins, flocks and flocks
Guns, Glocks, and Glocks, girls, I got 'em locked hot
Who crew wants to test and you'll get tossed like salad dressin'
'Cause we be the best in this profession, that's no question
Fuck every station that fronted on airplay
When they know the Dwellas do damage like x-rays
Some think sex plays an important role in hip-hop
But I won't stop 'til I get my props and have shit locked like Fort Knox
All I need is my **** U.G., a MPC, and a SP
Good promotion, two videos and we'll rule this industry
Who you be? Your homies got you gassed like Getty
Weed got you charged like Eveready, talking, "Let's battle," that shit is petty
You got no clout, no name, no label
This is food on my table, ****, your highest bill is cable
I'm out, but no doubt I'll be back again
Phantasm, Cella Dwellas representin' Brooklyn
Check it, I play my roof like Batman in Gotham City
Watchin' crimes, blastin' .9s, chains hangin' like vines
Get snatched where I come from, dum-dums flatten cats
When U.G. cock gats, float like a Ac'
Vigor, play the back, swigger on Cognac while
People watch my every move like the O.J. trial
Sounds exotic, flow's erotic, melodic
Verbal software trapped in my cap like Johnny Mnemonic
Scripts I write are ancient, my tablets
Attract like magnets and hit your eyesight like carats
Run for your barracks 'cause the war is on, ese
Guns I blast be loud like Gar C-A
What, what, what, what?
What's the plan out in D.C.?
Know I'm sayin'? What's the plan out in Cali? Ha
Out in Canada?
Yeah, yeah, what's the plan in Oakland, baby? What, what?
Yeah, what's the plan out there in Texas?
What's the plan in Japan? Ha
What's the real plan out there in London?
Yeah, what's the real plan in LA, baby? What, what?
Tim Westwood, big up and all that
Word up, big up to my man Tim Westwood, it's all good, know I'm sayin'?
CDs
Yeah, forever
'96
Written by: Alando Outlaw, Christopher Gerald
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