Busta Rhymes Album

[No lyrics]

Intro:
New York, Jersey, Philly, B-more, D.C.
Virginia, Atlanta, everybody rise!!! Cmon!
N.C., L.A., Texas, Detroit, Chicago, Miami, 
N.O., Cleveland, rise!!! Cmon!
Denver, Boston, Nashville, Seatle, Albany, 
Kansas city, everybody rise!!! Cmon! 
Buffalo, St. Louis, New Haven, Kentucky, 
Oakland, Phoenix, Vegas, everybody rise!!! Cmon!

I'll be that live motherfucker from the flipmode squad
that readjusts this shit properly and hits you real hard
Then we affect with hard shit that sounds so beautiful
(Why now?) Couldn't find a better time more suitable
to send out a signal and round up all my niggas recruitable
Type of nigga to torture your ass, stick some shit in your cutical
Wait a minute, let me talk to all my niggas at hand
Im'a hit all of my niggas, ya'll just follow the plan
just get money and capitalize and hold on your stash
Fuck the slouches, we keep it moving and no looking back
A lot of lost motherfuckers stuck on what they gonna be 
they aint gonna be me, gotta get it before the year 2G
To all my niggas, let them do your thing and get yours quick
whole plan, the whole shabang, nigga fuck the bullshit
i meant this ,ever relentless, for dropping these bombs
getting paid for securing shit for my seed and my mom
for my physical ,and my entire flipmode squad
my whole gang is fertilized, my mom's peaced to the gods
hold it down for live niggas in the name of hip-hop
off with another path where niggas are made to struggle and starve
fuck that! im here to fight for mine, adapting your ass
if you or the goverment try to do away with my cash
one of the most extraordinary that comes from a place
we demand to stab you in the back and smile in your face
take all entire niggas off the face of the earth
and do away with all them niggas before i get to them first
so throw it, niggas dont get it and run right thru it 
get with, is to all of my niggas who know how to do it 
survival of the most fit for real niggas, no doubt!
get whats yours from out this fucker before your time run out X2
and get whats yours from out this fucker before your time run out

Welcome all you motherfuckers to a global event warning
Here has now come the dawn of the new millenium
The extinction level event 
All my motherfuckers stay tuned!

Brand new, yea brand new
Ha, brand new for all y'all massive and crew 
people across the world
Yea Busta Rhyme hot shit more and more and more 
Motherfuker Flipmode nigga
More advanced technology for y'all niggas
Check it out y'all
Follow instructions

Hop skip jump makin' ya flip
Dislocate your hip bone vertabrate slip
Shut ya lip and talk shit, lost ya grip
On the realist thing in life niggga pass the clip
Makin' ya beg for your life, quickly strip
Oh shit, make you give me all of your belongings quick
Come up off of that ya get smacked, knock ya bitch back
Blow make ya go back to the way you use to act
Get money, fuck the bull shit ain't nuthin' funny
Nowadays violate quick, will ya face bloody
Freak show have a nigga whole shit crisp
Break ya face from the swing of my hand, flick of my wrist
Dismiss all y'all niggas and ball up my fist
I hate a fake nigga and you at the top of the list 
Wait regardless how you skip around the fat remains
You a bitch now learin' how to play these games
Exercise the right to rip shit every nite
Precisely, niggas be nicely doin' it right
Holy mackerel, nuthin' less than actual factual
Stay reppin' even when we conversate casual
Read it in your manual
Attend to our annual get together
Sarinate in luxury, doin' what ever
Doin' my thing, Trevade bumps King
Truck jeweling it, watch the medallion swing
So fast nigga forget shit as time past 
Break a piece of glass quick to amputate your ass
The title wave movin' faster than the speed of sound
Gargantua, weighing in at a million pounds
The more the heavy the more the solid
My niggas run thick 
Fast to bap the John type, my niggas murder you quick
Yo, take it easy while back at the ranch
you talk to much you get beat with a tree branch
The most influential, whether in projects or 
suburban residential
Fuck that
We keep the livest niggas happy then we blow the 
spot quick, give me money make it snappy
Oh my God, Flipmode is the Squidaud
It's war if you dare step foot in my yard
My protocol is to create
Substances abuse lyrics like alcohol
Nigga try to recall
When I hit you you ain't even know that you was gonna fall
Cut your shit up turned around and bumped your head and all 
Leavin' lizard
Always remain grand wizard
Fuck around and sleep nigga you get caught up in my blizzard
askin who is it
My niggas ain't around I ain't with it
Aiiyo yo yo yo
We here to stay fuck payin a visit
So consistent, demand everybodys assistant
Let us reach for all things without any resistant
Fatality, for all those in the world that might be mad at me
Suffer in the faces of my immortality
To the one who didn't make it
Now in every way I hope you know where we about to take it
In every way I hope you know where we about to take it
Now in every way I hope you know where we about to take it
In every way I hope you know where we about to take it
In every way I hope you know where we about to take it
Now in every way I hope you know where we about to take it
In every way I hope you know where we about to take it
take it(repeat to end)

Uhh uhh uhh uhh uhh..
Yeah yeah, here we go y'all
Here we here we here we go y'all
Busta Rhymes Flipmode y'all
Yeah yeah y'all
Extinction Level Event shit
Bomb threat to the whole world
What what what is goin on
What the fuck goin on here? Check it out yo

[Busta Rhymes]
Holy amazing grace about face
Total erase you niggaz off the face of the place
Such a shame I had to go grab my calico
Pass the dough 'fore you find out what I had to blast you fo'
Extreme laws for ones who did try to go against this
Wet your shit up like a sloppy tongue kiss
Wait! But wait! To you, who don't know what you talkin about
Without a doubt, where my live niggaz? Give me a shout!
Yo, yo-yo, yo, on the strength shit niggaz check fo'
Connect the four shots and guess who blew it from next door
BLING! Time after time we gon' shine again
Feel it like a broad getting fucked from behind again
Aiyyo - Aiyyo, I be the closest thing to the next
Like the pain and sufferin of about a million deaths
I'm only here to present, and bring the impact
of the Extinction Level Event - now sing the song of salvation

{Chorus sample: "Early in the Morning," Terry Baxter and His Orchestra}

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
"La lah, la la lahhh la la"
What y'all gonna do? Where the fuck you gon' go? (Sing a song now)
"La lah, la la lahhh la la"
The fuck y'all niggaz gon' run?
Where y'all niggaz think y'all runnin to son? (Sing a song now)
"La lah, la la lahhh la la"
Bomb threat to the world!
The fuck goin on with niggaz out here? (What, sing a song now)
"La lah, la la lahhh la la"
We are now approachin the dawn
of global emergency motherfuckers!

[Busta Rhymes]
Yo yo yo, disregard your whole assignment
Crooked ass nigga need some realignment - powerful refinement
Crazy shit I do make me wanna know where my mind went
Blackin out, buildin hostillity, gettin violent
Straight giving niggaz an ass-whippin on consignment
Then I bust your shit 'til the day of my whole retirement
Yo yo - shake it and rattle like we ready to battle
Fight seein at every angle like a motherfucking satellite
Quickly bust up your crotches and fuck up your process
Bounce in the night, leavin sayin "Adios" or even "Buenas noches"
Have y'all niggaz wildin havin a fit
Flame throwin lyrics like a bunch of blowtorches and shit
Grand spectacular, chainsaw massacre
Thug fanatic street shit that be on the creep comin after ya
Then we hit you with the most significant time bomb
Ready to designate at the slightest wave of a white arm
Best form of advice I could give is remain calm
The repercussion is somethin you could never imagine would be goin on
(HA!) Never believe in your eyes
When my Squad some through at an astronomically large size
Movin the mountains keepin all of my niggaz bouncin
Big up my bitches in the place who be screamin and shoutin
(HA!) I'm only here to present
And bring the impact of the Extinction Level Event
Sing the song of salvation

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
"La lah, la la lahhh la la"
Once again, as we welcome all motherfuckers in the world
(Sing a song now)
"La lah, la la lahhh la la"
To experience, the Extinction Level Event (sing a song now)
"La lah, la la lahhh la la"
The dawn, of global emergency .. (sing a song now)
"La lah, la la lahhh la la"
The moment where we all come together in one unison
and completely dominate, all global events (yo, sing a song now)
"La lah, la la lahhh la la"
We about to completely destroy, all the whack bullshit
(Sing the song now)
"La lah, la la lahhh la la"
That we got goin on, in our every, and any reach
(Aiyyo, yo, sing a song now)
"La lah, la la lahhh la la"
All my live niggaz, all my live bitches, it's motherfucking on!
(Yo, sing the song now)
"La lah, la la lahhh la la"
As we enter the new millenium, with this rap shit (Yo, sing a song now)

{*Busta Rhymes laughing*}
"La lah, la la lahhh la la"

Yea, Hmmm
Alright now
Yea
After the ultimate world blast that ended all things
this is how we rebuilt shit from the underground up

Bounce nigga bounce bounce bounce nigga bounce bounce 
When I come THROUGH, hit y¡Їall with the one TWO
Break y¡Їall niggas that y¡Їall niggas won¡Їt even know what to DO
Break fool, make all y¡Їall people wanna come TO
Feel the force of my shit kickin¡Ї like it was Kung FU
Blast THROUGH, don¡Їt these corny niggas harass YOU
Set a tone in the streets where even the fans blast YOU
Ask YOU niggas, do y¡Їall really want the brand NEW?
Corny niggas just finish your time and over pass DU
HE HA What HO, think it¡Їs way pass your CURFEW
Hit you with some shit that make doctors come have to nurse YOU
YOU YOU YOU
I¡Їm rollin¡Ї with my whole CREW
Bounce threw niggas when ever we surround YOU
Flipmode role THICK, and you know we don¡Їt QUIT 
Hit you with some more HITS that make y¡Їall wanna 
go SHIT SHIT SHIT
YO make y¡Їall niggas jump BACK
Hit that hurry and pass the rest of the weed BLACK

Chorus(2x):
Rep my crew yo, Flipmode hit you off
YO Y¡Їall know what to do ok, TEAR DA ROOF OFF
OFF OFF OFF, TEAR DA ROOF OFF, YO
Y¡Їall know what do I¡Їm sayin¡Ї TEAR DA ROOF OFF

One more time I hit y¡Їall with a crime
WHILE I be in my rhyme I hear that a drop of a dime
WILDIN¡Ї all in my Tim BOOTS
Now we stackin¡Ї mad LOOT
Everybody holdin and 21 gun soLUTE
Anyway any HOW, I¡Їma give it to you NOW
You ain¡Їt wildin my nigga, that is something I won¡Їt ALLOW
One Two Three Four, I be knockin¡Ї at your DOOR
Hit y¡Їall niggas with an effect that y¡Їall never felt beFORE
OR leave you with someMORE freaky dicky metaPHOR
Rep for all my niggas who stay reppin¡Ї the hardCORE
Slug it out, bugging out, all off my niggas THUG IT OUT
Tired of all these weak niggas now I¡Їma RUB YOU OUT
Yo, what you talkin BOUT, make y¡Їall niggas scream and SHOUT
Yo, we bout to blast you out the spot my nigga no DOUBT
DOUBT DOUBT DOUBT
Yo you know we always stay ON
Keep wildin¡Ї before you know it the entire day is GONE
Left RIGHT left, YO no ned to hold your breath
YO, better chill your body up while we beat you to death
DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH 
Blast you right threw your chest
YO you know we runnin¡Ї shit and we never settle for less
YO

Chorus(4x)

Yea motherfuckers
Flipmode Squad eternally imperial, powerful, universal
Flipmode Squad, from the underground up motherfuckers
Always remember that
From the underground up
We gonna rebuild this whole shit

f/ Flipmode Squad

[Baby Sham]
Aiyyo, balls your pencils
As hollow tips get in you
Bots cutting to slice your face you
Rhymes is natural
Hold two lives and four wives
Up in the crack capsule
Flipmode cruddy styles has been past you
Rush pass
You couldn't touch cash
If it was under your nose
Like a mustache
Nigga
What ass
Show your whole cheek
Slugs with no heat
Diamonds that don't break
You thugs is so sweet

[Rampage]
I float so much I get seasick
Flipmode is the Squad who I beez with
Who I get plucks with
And push German V's with
Rampage I'm psychic I can see shit
To the next millenium
You not gon be shit
Scratch your name off the list
Cut your wrist
You know the issue
I'm official
When you die none of your niggas is really gon miss you

Chorus:
FLIPMODE SQUAD
Here to drop bombs
AGAINST ALL ODDS
Still remain gods
GRIP YOUR ARM
We always come hard
THE WORLD IS OURS
Call a National Guard

[Rah Digga]
Here we go
Any bitch that rhyme wanna flex she ass
I'm stomping all things like I'm plexi-glass
Niggas make way like when they hear sirens
Treat you like park and too close to fire hydrants
All up in the board
Kicking back long islands
Get your wig split first solid defiance
Rah Earth and sun in this Imperial alliance
You do the science

[Spliff Star]
I'm getting money shitting, turn intruders into vixens
Fall off beeper uh-uh niggas stay getting
Dirty nigga for life
That's how Spliff's living
Throwing niggas in caskets
Tired of a yellow ribbons
I buck my duck if you touch my one
Rather Jamaican than belly boy make you people for fun
Fat Man's Son, street educated
The colonel of ghetto jurors, still thug related

Chorus

[Lord Have Mercy]
We enemies of three strike felony laws
Gorilla dicking K-Y jelly for whores
Lapdances trap grands without laws
My baby moms, three eighty for your arms
That bust with loud force
The ghetto with us
That bang Makaveli in trucks
That whatever the fuck to give a cheddar in chunks
Who gazey chase
Fake thugs with lazy aid
Track marks
Rap stars
And a rain of aids

[Busta Rhymes]
Yo, what you want from us
Now visualize more of us
Stay toting under my given flavor from Nauticas
Destroy every arch rival or any challenger
Make you remember this day
Nigga mark it on your calendar
I'm showing you something
You ain't saying nothing
My niggas make noise
Like a bunch of volcanoes erupting
None of y'all niggas really wanna war
The type of nigga to crash my plane in your building
In the name of the law

Chorus

Straight bang up your head shit with
Phenomenal swing like the ass on a black chick
Fat dick to all of y'all niggas with whack clicks
Hoping they whip paper like a classic
Low budget black flick
Last victim that I caught was fucking my last chick
She hit me off, nearly made me bust through my plastic
Took the loot that she had stashed in her panty elastic
She got from out my denim, little venom was fast, kid
Try to swindle a nigga by giving me putang
A new thang, chick wanted to fuck me to Wu-Tang
Thug chicks started criticizing my new slang
Started hitting the pussy the song from the wusang
Watch these rap niggas get all inside your guts man
My nuts hang
Shorty stay abusing the love thang
Gotta camouflage my stash and loot like I'm Bruce Wayne
After my money gotta kick the bitch up like Liu Kang

Aiyyo 
I come to give you a little of what you asking for
Oh what we asking for
Oh yeah
I come to give you a little of what you asking for
Oh what we asking for
Now what you asking for
Just give it to me raw
Now what you asking for
Just give it to me raw
Now what you asking for
Just give it to me raw
Now what you asking for
Just give it to me raw
Okay

Shorty took me on a ride like a cyclone
In my zone
Strutting with an ass and a fly tone
Hold shorty like how I be holding my microphone
We thug romancing to the jazzy sound of a xylophone
Ass backwards I'ma stick you more than a cactus
Lay my thug willy actress across the mattress
Knock it off the earth axis and broken glasses
Continue when she make me bust blackberry molasses
Pussy made me feel like I was drugged up on morphine
My movie screen ass stacking more than we've all seen
Yo, chick 'bout to make me wile on her real hard
A real fraud, fuck I ever fucked with this ill broad
Chick still after my loot, she like, "What, son?"
Don't act dumb scheming on a robbery outcome
Come out from wherever you are and be outdone
Acting like you about something
And you ain't about none
Come on son
Thought the chicken head was a little rude
The wrong move making me whip it out like live dude
Fuck that trick tried to get at my hard-earned stack
Too many times
Gotta put my foot in her ass crack
June for all of my niggas you know shit is all real
A chicken head to fuck your mans and cut him a side deal
Of all your prized possessions if you let her get yours
Bitch we keep it raunchy everything will remain raw

Ay Yo 
I come to give you a little of what you asking for
Oh what you asking for
Oh yes
I come to give you a little of what you asking for
Oh what you asking for
So what you asking for
Just give it to me raw
So what you asking for
Just give it to me raw
So what you asking for
Just give it to me raw
So what you asking for
Just give it to me raw
Okay

Huh huh-huh huh-huh huh huh-huh-huh huh
Huh huh-huh HUH HUH-huh huh-huh-huh huh
Huh huh-huh, huh huh WOOOH!!!
WOO-WOO-WOO-WOOH!!!
WOO WOO WOOOOH
Yeah, everybody, c'mon
Here we go party people WOOOH

Pull up in the whip, pop the trunk, feel it?
Fear for the will of baboon funk, ya hear it?
Me and my nigga Richie was itchy to meet some women
Met some chickens, they was actin so snobby and bitchy, fuck it
Pass me the sticky, 
the chicky wanted to leave me with a kiss and a hickie
I ain't wit it but give me a quicky
I ain't in to doin the licky-licky
even though you be lookin so pretty, 
I own all of my shit, never 50-50
Oodle noodles all 'dose fools never refuse
Accuse me for the bruise
Chick outta rattle and sound, better tighten the screws
Runnin and gunnin, kinda stunnin
the way we be comin around, slummin, wylin and dollin
My nigga Horace kick up a nigga like Chuck Norris
Got some other niggas lost way up in the forest
Hang you up in a harness, label me and all of my niggas the hardest
Fuck around, be the next "Formerly Known As" artist
Layed out with a goddess, pretty lilly Adonis
Besides all of that, niggas is 'nomous, I make you all a promise
The promise is that I'm so dominant and that I am so prominent
captured the whole of Asia as a continent
Oh shit, I be comin and tumblin down
rumblin, stumblin down
Freaky prophet with unusual musical sound
Bringin the ruckus, you motherfuckers be givin me pounds
So many sound, give me the camcorder and a city with plans
Me and my fam, hustle and tussle in makin this groove, me and my mans

How we gon' do this? (MAKE THEM MOVE)
Keepin it live (WHERE MY NIGGAS IS AT?)
Stackin my paper (PUT IT AWAT SAFE)
Straight buckwild, let me see your hands
What we gon' do? (DO IT TO DEATH)
What we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH)
What we gon' do? (DO IT TO DEATH)
What we gon' do? (DO IT TO DEATH)

Yo! Pin or a needle, make you wobble or weeble
Niggas is feeble, back in the day I used to get money illegal
Get some ass, cop a room down at the Regal
Hit you wit so much drama make niggas always wait for the sequel
Yo there ain't no equal on how we be reppin for the people
Yo there really ain't no equal.....
Ask Hillary, met her down on Flatbush and Tillory
She killin me, got me crazy, wylin, actin straight grizzly
We never made it too far together, 
I left her standin on Franklin and Willoughby
Another mystery to me
While she still on the corner kissin at me, hissin at me
Ignorin these bitches, they're angry, now they're riffin at me
Vital and critical, literal lyrical, make niggas pitiful
Go to the clinical, examine your physical
Frightening and enlightening at the same time
Get the goods and price them, and doin the heist again
You thinkin we would be nice again
We on a mission, we don't need none of your advice again
Hold me down BABY, pitter patter, you chitter chatter too much
I'ma splitter splatter your blidder bladder, 
make you spill out your guts

How we gon' do this? (MAKE THEM MOVE)
Keepin it live (WHERE MY NIGGAS IS AT?)
Stackin my paper (PUT IT AWAT SAFE)
Straight buckwild, let me see your hands
What we gon' do? (DO IT TO DEATH)
What we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH)
What we gon' do? (DO IT TO DEATH)
What we gon' do? (DO IT TO DEATH)
Flipmode Squad, HELL YEAH!
How we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH)
Flipmode Squad, HELL YEAH!
How we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH)
How we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH)
Aiyo, how we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH)
How we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH)
How we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH)
Aiyo, Flipmode Squad, HELL YEAH!
How we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH)
How we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH)

Yeah Flipmode Squad
Yeah their ain't nothing iller
Busta Rhymes got another killer
Niggas be getting all in playing Cee Lo
We be getting money at casinos
Gamble my money like gambinos
Scarface through like appachino
Now my pockets got muscles like Lou Farigno
Got the hot shit
Big up my nigga Premo
Stack loot with my nigga Dino and Enno (Julio)
Spliff and my other nigga Chico
Uno dos tres quatro cinco (Gimme five)
Count from ten all the way back to zero
Set it off rep. from here to Puerto Rico
Run in the bitches makes me black and Filipino
Trick in the hide or on the niko
Caught the round trip to Santo Domingo
My nigga Spliff criminal like Max Remo
Thug think he loud then show me your hero
Nigga tried to play me on the dealo
Tried to short me couple gram on the D-Low
Thought we didn't know better oh yeah we know
Stepping them niggas for what its gon be yo
Niggas spend money and fuck a preshow
Your name was shorty who whip in a little Geo
Dare and look niggas get left by the sea show
Lock up a nigga and sabotage the keyhole

Chorus:
Alright y'all (Alright)
You know we keepin it tight y'all (Real tight wha)
That's how we doin it (Ha, that's how we doin it)
That's how we doin it (Yeah, that's how we doin it)
Alright y'all (Alright)
You know we wildin all night y'all (All night y'all)
That's how we doin it (Ha, that's how we doin it)
That's how we doin it (Yeah, that's how we doin it)

Yo, guess who coming through for dinner (Who)
Busta Rhymes bringing another winner
Coming with another all night thriller (Yo yo)
Shit bang through your bass kicker
Don't want the hot shit to boil you move quicker
Should've made the club crowd a little thicker
Nigga in a club fronting like a killer
You ain't eating my nigga you lookin thinner
Now you a sinner a partier beginner
You better off if dance to who got the keys to my beamer
You a killer but you never pulled a trigger
How that calculate money yo how you figure
Yo, another homerun hitter my nigga
Yo we ain't over hit you with a refiller
We keep it moving never label me a quitter
Flipmode baby you could call me flipper
She wildin we wildin along with her
My nigga put me on told me she a stripper
Fronting like he don't really wanna be with her
He told me handle my business cause he already did her
He says she used to be Lucy babysitter
Fuck a sloppy second hit the highest bidder for realla
Keep the champagne in the chiller
Keep it cold while I hit you with another wig-splitter

Chorus (2x)

Yeah
As a shorty playing in the front yard of the crib
Fell down, and I bumped my head
Somebody helped me up and asked me if I bumped my head
I said "Yeah"
So then they said "Oh so that mean we gon, you gon switch it on em'?"
I said "Yeah, Flipmode, Flipmode is the greatest"
Knowing as a shorty, I was always told
That if I ain't gon' be part of the greatest
I gotta be the greatest myself

C'mon C'mon, Yeah, C'mon
Yeah nigga what, what a surprise
Get ya sumn', make a nigga close both of your eyes
All my niggas gettin' money capitalize
Die little small guy, we on the rise
Everything a nigga touch platinumize
Fully equipped, you know we come wit' all the supplies
Got a big gun, and I'ma show you the size
You fuck wit' any of my Flipmode family ties
Me and my niggaz be comin' through stalkin' you out
Killin' off any and everything you talkin' about
See you in the club, now we walkin' you out
Shoulda' thought twice 'fo you went and opened your mouth
Yo, anyway we stay keepin it movin'
Fuckin' with the wrong nigga, hope you know what you doin'
Now blame me, all the same niggas is lame
It's not a game, makin' names still splittin' your frames!

Chorus:
Y'all niggas had enough?
Gimme some more
Y'all niggas want the wild shit?
Gimme some more
Yo Spliff where the weed at?
Gimme some more
I know ya'll niggas need that
Gimme some more
Even though we getting money you can
Gimme some more
With the cars and the big crib
Gimme some more
Everybody spread love
Gimme some more
If you want it let me hear you say
Gimme some more

Flash with a rash gimme my cash flickin my ash
Runnin' with my money son go out with a blast
Do what you want, a nigga's cuttin' the corner
You fuckin' up, oh to go ahead and meet the reporter
Yo, she tellin' news on how you switch to a bitch
Little fake funny style, nigga chill with a snitch
So now I pass and trait over your blood and to ask you
Make a little room for me and all my niggas to pass through
Cartier, Sidney Poitier, hooray shit
What with all my niggas from around the way shit
When I come through you niggas know I do my thing
Bring more shit that generate money, chi-ching
Arrest you lyrically flow and caress you
Bless you, then a nigga come to your rescue
While you assume a nigga blossom and bloom
I'm comin' soon hit you with a boom gimme some room!

Chorus

Yo, live nigga shit know what I mean
I represent while we gettin' money and reign supreme
Hope you niggas know we comin' through full steam
Can't see you better turn on your high beam
All my niggas while I'm ringing the sireen
Flipmode be the glory niggas on my team
Never should you ever try to fuck wit' my cream
I O.D when my shit get all in your bloodstream
Everytime we be rippin' it be blowing it down
Blowing you off fuckin' wit' the hottest niggas around
Like it's when me and my people run through your town
Holdin' it down takin' a while and then gimme my crown
Ay, yo! All my people need to come and surround
A nigga be hittin' so much it make you fall on the ground
Sure to make you shout that's what I be all about
Turnin' you out makin' all you niggas fall out!

Chorus

f/ Mystikal

Yeah yeah
Fix that guitar shit
Yeah (25x)
Ay yo Mystikal
(Here I go wha)
Iz they getting' rowdy wit' us
Iz they wildin' wit us
Yeah yeah
Flipmode nigga (wha)
No Limit nigga (wha)
Flipmode nigga (wha)
No Limit nigga (wha)
Flipmode nigga
Yo yo yo (Here we go)

Mystikal:

Coincide with yo boy check out with no lines
On yo boy look out but don't hide
When you bust it up and keep rhymes
When you walk towards the tape offline
For your boys got instinct rhymes
When you bump between the sixteen lines
When you bowl win the goal bitches scream
Win the goal keep ahead keep it live
Before you go get your tattoo rhymes
For your boy pick a bell in the bathroom
Penalized doing it till he get tired of ya boy
That shit between me and you niggas
Then trying to figure out what I say
I give less than a fuck, what you doing over there
Just don't get in my way
Hear my records feel my presence now and forever and until
Stop what you doing and work it fuck it nice
Just complete it with a licking to the man right there
Tell you mother fuckerswhat we came to do
It's just plain as day but they don't wanna see
If you don't wanna fight get the fuck is you'll be
In the spot working on my beat
Long time I'm having no compromise
I'ma open them up and them I'm dumping them out
I'm keeping it hard so don't get mad
Cause I'm loading 'em up and I'm running 'em out
Hit 'em with the bang then I feel a bang
Take her in the backyard outside leave 'em in a ring
Teach the niggas not to fuck with us
And next year we gon do the same thing and

Chorus (2x):
Now who you is nigga?
I'm Mystikal nigga
Now who you is nigga?
I'm Busta Rhymes nigga
Now is they wildin with us
And getting rowdy with us
Now is they wildin with us
And getting rowdy with us

Busta:

Yo yo yo yo yo yo
Me and my nigga Mystikal make a plan that generate
Sufficient amount of funds across many lands
Generate the heat the place radiate
When I break shit I drop create a earthquake
Yo, anyway we still double masking
And get the gambit and eat super pie niggas
All over the track with a kick in your back
I know we making you black
And you stay fucking with that
You my niggas is platinum
Can you deal with the fact?
Me and the fact getting money
With my name on the plaque
You know how I blow the spot
You niggaz can't fuck with what I got
Nigga please
Ooh nigga you don't need me to smoke trees
Nigga freefall make you feel some of these
Oh by hollow tips pinned in your ass
Get off the Earth the fact that you even in my class
Yo
All my live bitches get over here
And all my live bitches get with the niggas right there
All you other niggas get in the rear
All you weak funny niggas you better stand clear
Come inside of my storm put on your gear
You ain't up here my nigga better be up outta here
Yo, when we come you know we the one
We only here to get money till the whole shit done

Chorus (2x):

Flipmode wildin wildin
Yeah y'all wildin wildin
No Limit rowdy rowdy
Getting rowdy rowdy
Busta Rhymes wildin wildin
Yeah you wildin wildin
Mystikal rowdy rowdy
Gettin rowdy rowdy
Flipmode wildin wildin
Yeah y'all wildin wildin
No Limit rowdy rowdy
Getting rowdy rowdy
Busta Rhymes wildin wildin
Yeah you wildin wildin
Mystikal rowdy rowdy
You getting rowdy rowdy
What
Mystikal and Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes and Mystikal
No Limit and Flipmode
Flipmode and No Limit
What you talking bout nigga what what
What the fuck nigga
What you want nigga
Who you is nigga

Yo, ever since Jimmy Crack Con 
Rockin' on ever since the day I was born 
Yes we get busy whenever we have to perform 
Shaking your tooshie making your pussy get warm 
Ha ha ha until all you niggas is gone 
I be hittin' until the morning got you callin' my storm 
Bounce my niggas, bounce my bitches (Bounce baby!) 
With the shit that do really have all you niggas going crazy 
Suffer from headrushes while niggas be smoking dutches 
Bitches be gettin' all in and they rippin' they pants crutches 
Wiggle they belly buttons 
Ay, wait a minute I wanna get all in it 
Long as my shorty with it 
You know I'm comin' to get it 
Doin' it to you makin' you really wonder who said it 
Swelling your melon while you yellin' 
Now check out the credit 
Giving it to you makin' you gimme back more 
(Coming through too!) 
Yes and we be kickin' down your door 
Keepin' it raw my nigga 

Chorus: 
All my bitches right in the front sayin' "Aahh" 
All my bitches way in the rear sayin' "Aahh" 
Party is goin' on over here (Say what?) 
Party is goin' on over here (Say what?) 
All my niggas right in the front sayin' "Ho!" 
All my niggas right in the rear sayin' "Ho!" 
The party is goin' on over here (Say what?) 
Party is goin' on over here (Say what?) 
All my people up in the place sayin' "Ho!" 

Let me just hear you some more 
Tell me what you lookin' for 
Told all of y'all already I ain't gonna tell you no more 
Hittin' you off makin' you niggas blast off! 
With some shit that'll be tearing your ass off 
Keppin' it comin', keepin' it movin', keepin' you wylin' 
We gettin' this paper let's keep the cheddar stacking and piling 
And now we happy and smiling cause now we living good 
Doin' it is how we be movin' it in the hood 
Wishing you could fuck around with me and my niggas 
How we double and wyle 
And double our bitches double our figures 
Turnin' you out 
Run from my niggas (No doubt!) 
Keepin' it blazing make all my bitches all shout 
Then I hit with the new make you take off your see-through 
While you peekin' around the corner baby I see you! 
Tell me what you gon' do 
I'm sayin' now I'm gon' have you wylin' until your ass drop 
Hit me off, yes now let me take it to the top 
We never stop my nigga 

Chorus: 
All my bitches up in the front sayin' "Aahh" 
All my bitches up in the rear sayin' "Aahh" 
Party is goin' on over here (Say what?) 
Party is goin' on over here (Say what?) 
All my niggas up in the front sayin' "Ho!" 
All my niggas up in the rear sayin' "Ho!" 
The party is goin' on over here (Say what?) 
Party is goin' on over here (Say what?) 

Uhhh!
Yo Bus a Bus (yeah)
Yo Bus a Bus (c'mon, c'mon)
Yo Bus a Bus, (UHH) rockin to the beat
(Flipmode motherfucker Flipmode y'all)

Yo Bus a Bus (UHH, yeah yi-yeah yea)
Yo Bus a Bus (ka-c'mon, ki-c'mon)
Yo Bus a Bus, (UHH) rockin to the beat
(Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yi-yeah yea)

Floss time, Busta Rhymes shine on every primetime
Mastermind gettin this paper now cross the fine line
Money plenty sippin gently with the Bentley
My Bentley runneth over empty what gifts you sent me
Then you broke the last rule, frontin like we was mad cool
You damn fool, come around frontin wearin your man's jewels
WHOO! Play the part, they want me to start shit
Get on your mark quick and target, corner the market
Peep how we're movin this, keep improvin this
See you in this because you love the way me and my crew be doin this
Have a ball, I'm not mad at ch'all, where the alcohol
I ain't messin with you at all, girl your ass too small
Cop the hot shit, write it off while you bite it off
and try to fight it off, you're faggot you wack and your light is off
Bite the dust, you like to fuss, look right at us
I know you like to cuss, who could you trust to bring the rush?
Now do the..

Yo Bus a Bus (a c'mon, keep it movin)
Yo Bus a Bus (ay-yeah I like just what you doin)
Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat
(Aiyyo, yo yo-yo yo all and together now)

Yo Bus a Bus (a'cmon, just keep it movin)
Yo Bus a Bus (oh yeah I like just what you doin)
Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat
(Aiyyo, yo-yo yo all and together now)

TURN IT OFF, turn back me on go get your mack on
and keep the track goin and latch on hope you can catch on
Follow the beat you sweet bitches and get your dance on
Tipsy off a little Cristi' a little ? Dom
Barbeque back at the mansion, feel like a champion
Collapse on, my thing orthapedic to rest your back on
Nowadays Flipmode money be runnin mad North
Fuck around, dig in my treasure, feel my forty-five long
Ride through, about to slide through, I'm right beside you
Mind you, my system be bangin, adjust my EQ
Peek-a-boo, we not seekin you, focus on being you
There's only one of me, cause you copy, there might be THREE of you
Classic and so essential, we monumental
Powerful, we predisential, we BOMB your mental
Bite the dust, you like to fuss, look right at us
I know you like to cuss, who could you trust to bring the rush?
Now do the..

Yo Bus a Bus (hey c'mon, let's keep it movin)
Yo Bus a Bus (oh yeah I like just what you doin)
Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat
(Aiyyo, yo yo-yo yo all and together now)

Yo Bus a Bus (a c'mon, let's keep it movin)
Yo Bus a Bus (oh yeah I like just what you doin)
Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat
(Aiyyo, yo yo-yo yo all and together now)

HIT ME OFF, you Speak'n'Spell and freak it well
so no need to dwell, check in the mirror, my pockets swell
Shit sound so intermediate, my ingredient
is to immediately rep for everyone you see me with
You little eedyot, I exile you and your X-File
You and your next trial, and demolish your little rap style
Black child, I'm takin offensive, we too impressive
To the naked eye, the way we floss sure be expensive
OOOH! Run up the fader, ain't nuttin greater
Still a little hater be gettin paper go meet your maker
Undertaker now go shake whatcha momma gave ya
Shake-a shake-a now we trippin the circuit breaker
Model up and swallow up and turn the throttle up
Break the bottle up in the hip with the greatest follow up
Bite the dust, you like to fuss, look right at us
I know you like to cuss, who could you trust to bring the rush?
Now do the..

Yo Bus a Bus (a c'mon, just keep it movin)
Yo Bus a Bus (oh yeah I like it what you doin)
Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat
(Aiyyo, yo yo-yo yo all and together now)

Yo Bus a Bus (oh, c'mon, just keep it movin)
Yo Bus a Bus (yeah, oh yeah I like just what you doin)
Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat
(Aiyyo, yo yo-yo yo all and together now)

Yo Bus a Bus (yeah, a yeah keep movin)
Yo Bus a Bus (oh yeah I like, what you doin)
Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat
(Aiyyo, aiyyo yo yo-yo yo yo)

Yo Bus a Bus (yo, c'mon, keep movin)
Yo Bus a Bus (yeah, I like what you doin)
Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat

Take off your shoes
Make you dance in your socks
For blocks
Nigga be dippin a million.
What, hot!
Better pause and take a look.
There's a whole lot of whores.
Run up in a storm.
Bitch a try to take you for yours for sure.

Word up yo!
And just get what you can.
Catch it, so just play it on a record
And take it off until you ass naked.

Word to mother.
Shorty stack like a horse.
Pushin a force.
Lookin to floss.
Diana Ross.

Flow better.
One of the biggest seller.
Tell me what ever.
Wether a nigga stack mozzarella

I'm a get ya.
I ain't comin with ya.
Hit ya, 
with another scripture 
That will really split ya.
Make sure the fact you wack.
And we don't need none of that.
Keepin it movin.
Now tell me, where my nigga's is at?

Yo, from here to Brook.
Nigga's is shook, look.
I make you sing the hawk
Shake your ass.
Wiggle your foot.
I make you

CHORUS:

TAKE IT OFF.
Shit so hot we make you.
TAKE IT OFF.
Give me what you got nigga.
TAKE IT OFF.
And we hit the right spot baby.
TAKE IT OFF.
And everybody if you with me just
TAKE IT OFF.
Shit so hot we make you
TAKE IT OFF.
Give me what you got nigga
TAKE IT OFF.
And when I hit the right spot baby
TAKE IT OFF
And if you with me everybody just
TAKE IT OFF.

Wiggle and bounce baby.
More to the ounce baby
That's what I be about baby.
Give me a shout baby.
All up in your body.
Whipping the mazorati
Through the city
With one of my hottie.
I'm on my way to the party.
Meet with my nigga Marty
And little and Colie Scotti.
Sippin Baccardi.
'Till you know we whylin up everybody.
Whip about to cause.
All in the jam
Nigga's whylin out at the bar.
(OHH)
We keep it movin
(OHH)
Every time yo. (ooh)
Shit that make your DJ 
Spin it back 4 times yo.
Let it rain and let it drizzles
Heat in the club be makin you sizzle
All of the bitches right in the middle.
(WORD UP)
I make yall nigga's smooth.
Making you sweat.
Making you get busy.
Got yall nigga's loosin your breath.
So I started working this way.
Pass the sting rays.
See me Kunta Kintai.
Check the way me ringai.

Hey Mister DJ
Hit with a replay
Check it 
Hey why you all in my face.
Give me some leeway.
Got you doin' what we say.
Other nigga's racin
And whylin all on a freeway
Rushin to get in a club 
And get all up in the place
Get inside and see FLIPMODE in your face
(ooh)
Now let me take you nigga's straight to the point.
Now get the party.
Radio be still bangin my joint.
Turn it up a little while I make you.

f/ Janet Jackson

[Busta Rhymes]
Ah ah
Ah ah
Ah, ah.. c'mon
Ah, ah, ah uh uh-uh
Uhhh, ahhh
Yeah, Busta Rhymes
Janet Jackson, here we go, one time!

Baby just tell me just how you feel (how you feel)
We livin it I'm just givin it to you real, baby c'mon
Ev-erytime we crossin the borderline
Be giving it to you makin you feel fine, turn the heat up
Better believe we gon' shine, make your body wind
Baby the pleasure is all mine -- to my people
who be regulating the dancefloor (dancefloor)
Better step to your business and handle yours, how we do it?
Making your people just wanna bounce and get busy
because you know that we always'll hit you off, what you say?
You wondering why you feeling the force (force force)
And don't you worry cause yo we ready to floss (floss floss)
Mohicans'll always a put you on
And blow the spot til the very second I'm gone - get your groove on
Now that you tired I hope your body recoupin
because we keepin you movin that's what we doin and you know we're

[Janet Jackson] (Busta Rhymes)
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Yeah, yeah, gonna make your body wet)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Yeah yeah, make your body just scream out yeah yeah)
Gonna make gonna make you think of naughty things
(Ha ha, make you think of naughty things)
Like me on you (or me on you) and you on me (yeah, what it's gon' be?)
What's it gonna be?!

Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Ah, ah, ah, make your body wet, c'mon)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Hah, make your body scream yeah yeah, yeah yeah!)
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body cream
(Make your body cream)
Make you have wet dreams (make you have wet dreams)
What what what, what's it gonna be?!

[Busta Rhymes]
What what, what, party people
seeing you waving your hand high
Hot shit, burning you making your ass fry, baby c'mon
Give you the shit what that make you quiver while I deliver
the shit that'll hit you right in your live
Always SoundScan'n, we never leavin you hangin
I'm always doin my thang and my music always be bangin, so check it
You know we be always movin the crowd (crowd)
Type of feeling that make you wanna go play it loud (loud) whattup?
*echoes* WHEN, WE, COME, and hit YOU
Best believe, we really gon' get YOU
Light up whatever you wanna flaunt
Cause we be dippin it baby, so what you want? Here we go
Paintin the picture we keep it hot in the winter
Now big up my people you know I'm always wit'cha -- Flipmode!
We blowin and takin over the planet - full blast
Hittin with Busta Rhymes and Janet and you know we're gonna

[Janet Jackson] (Busta Rhymes)
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Ah ah, ah ah, gonna make your body wet)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Yeah, gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah)
Gonna make gonna make you think of naughty things
(Uh uh, make you think of naughty things)
Like me on you (or me on you) and you on me 
What's it gonna be?! (what it's gon' be?)

Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Ah ah, yeah, we gonna make your body wet)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Ha ha, gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah!)
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body cream
(Yeah! Hah, gonna make your body cream)
Make you have wet dreams (make you have wet dreams)
What what what, what's it gonna be?!

[Busta Rhymes] (Janet)
What, what, what.. what what?
We gonna make your body feel wet (WET)
We gonna make your body say yeah (YEAH!)
I wanna know where my road dawgs is it
I wanna know where my live women is at - Where you at?
We gonna make your body feel wet (WET)
We gonna make your body say yeah (YEAH!!)
Now everybody wave your hand real high - real high
And let me see you all put em up in the sky - c'mon
Makin my niggaz just say HO, word up
And makin you women just say AH, baby c'mon
Bringin it to you in many ways
We makin and takin you people right through another phase, c'mon
We rocking it baby that's how we dropping it baby
There ain't no stopping it baby I know we driving you crazy
And then we hit with the greatest of all times - times times
No matter what you do baby, we gon' shine and you know we're gonna

[Janet Jackson] (Busta Rhymes)
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Yeah, gonna make your body wet)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Ah, gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah)
Gonna make gonna make you think of naughty things
(Yeah! Gonna think of naughty things)
Like me on you (or me on you) and you on me 
What's it gonna be?! (yeah, what it's gon' be?)

Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Hah, yeah, we gonna make your body wet)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Hah, we gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah!)
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body cream
(Yeah! Hah, gonna make your body cream)
Make you have wet dreams (make you have wet dreams)
What what what, what's it gonna be?!
(What, what, what, what it's gon' be?)

Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Hah, yeah, gonna make your body wet girl)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Hah, yeah, gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah)
Gonna make gonna make you think of naughty things
(Yeah! Gonna think of naughty things)
Like me on you (or me on you) and you on me 
What's it gonna be?! (what it's gon' be?)

Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Ah, yeah, gonna make your body real wet girl)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Hah, gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah!)
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body cream
(Yeah! Gonna make your body cream)
Make you have wet dreams (make you have wet dreams)
What what what, what's it gonna be?!
(What what what, wha-what what WHAT?!)

Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Hah, gonna make your body wet girl)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Yeah, gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah)
Gonna make gonna make you think of naughty things
(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! You gon' think of naughty things)
Like me on you (like me on you) and you on me 
What's it gonna be?! (what it's gon' be?)

Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Hah, gonna make your body real wet)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Yeah, gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah!)
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body cream
(Yeah! Gonna make your body cream)
Make you have wet dreams (make you have wet dreams)
What what what, what's it gonna be?!

[Busta Rhymes]
What wha-what, what, what what it's gon' BE?!
Busta Rhymes, and Janet Jackson
Finally
Flipmode baby what?
Yeah yeah, what it's gonna be?
What it's gon' be?!
What it's gon' be?!
What's it gonna be?!
What what what, wha-what WHAT?!
Yeah
Uh uh uh, ah ah, ah ah, ah, ah-ah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Just bounce around
All my niggas in the place need to bounce around
Just bounce around
Make ya bounce around
All my bitches in the place need to bounce around
Make ya bounce around
I'll make ya bounce around
Shake yo titties and yo ass and bounce around
Just bounce around
Just bounce around
C'mon

Yeah nigga this shit here be the boss of me
None of y'all niggas is ready run go see the pharmacy
Prepare for the coming of another grand larceny
Pardon me, you niggas ain't even a little hard to me
Shit I spit'll slice you all up in yo main artery
For the simple fact we didn't grow together, you ain't a part of me
Makin niggas ride my long star singin the choruses
Open orifices they gon' go cop another fortresses
Meet a couple Delorises
Travel when we on the low whippin them ford tauruses
Ay yo-yo yo-yo YO
Now I be Busta Ryhmes multimedia
Latest edition added to the street encyclopedia
(Meaning) keep your eyes on greedy niggas gettin greedier
(Meaning) keep your eyes on meaty asses gettin meatier
Worldwide publication bring tribulation
To all whack niggas I smash yo' dedication
My purpose is to purchase and really hurt this
Bring alla my niggas amongst the wealthy merchants
Gently we conquer the spot until its empty
Present me and my niggas with arsenal aplenty
Break fools, send you to school, follow the rules
Violate my tools, lay you in your own blood pool
But for now I drop jewels on the mentally strong
With shit to say we don't allow niggas to say up in a song

Aiyyo, aiyyo, hot shit makin ya bounce
One two (two) ride around in large amounts
One two (two) high offa half an ounce
One two (two), one two (two)
One two (two), hot shit makin ya bounce
One two (two) ride around in large amounts
One two (two) we high offa half an ounce
One two (two), one two (two)

Caliente, wearing Ferdio Valente
Shorty whippin in a Mitsubishi Viamonte
Smell the roses, overdoses, givin niggas they diagnosis
I got the answer for niggas who need they prognosis
Shit for alla y'all niggas to smell up in your noses
Hocus pocus, introduce me to the hostess
I was dyin'a stroke uh play strip poker
In the limo as I directed the limo chauffer
Told the nigga to spin over by the club copa
Watchin shorty lay as she spread on the limo sofa
She asked the chauffer to stop for a frappachino mocha
Then she let me blaze it while I still had my gun in my holster
Still bonin, word I love the way shorty moanin
Zonin, word is born niggas is wide open
Yo, have a little fun all in between time
And now we focus on the money shit all in the meantime
Word to mother- I work hard to keep microphonin
And alert niggas to shit like when the devil started clonin
What nigga? yeah, we bowlin and shit is rollin
Little shitty-ass niggas should run and go clean ya colon
Any human that be assumin I check my nigga ruben for the ice cuban
Assist him in my Lincoln Ave. boomin
Whats the issue? I come to get you
May the force be with you
Bang your head, rupture your brain tissue
I unravel shit faster than sound travel
Battle any amphibian or live mammal
Don't fret from sunrise to sunset
Make a nigga bounce quick and I ain't even grabbed my gun yet
I ain't done yet before I go to my permanent home
Make sure you put 'One Of The Illest' on my tombstone

Aiyyo, aiyyo, hot shit makin ya bounce
One two (two) ride around in large amounts
One two (two) high offa half an ounce
One two (two), one two (two)
One two (two) hot shit makin ya bounce
One two (two) ride around in large amounts
One two (two) we high offa half an ounce
One two (two), one two (two)
One two (two), one two (two)
One two (two), one two (two)
One two (two), one two (two)

Flipmode motherfuckas
Flipmode motherfuckas
What the fuck you want
What the fuck nigga
What you want
What the fuck nigga (We gon hit it down like this nigga what)
Check it out

I be
Testing your fate and wrecking your face
Invading your space
And watch the tables turn like you're trading a place
I pull stunts like evil kadeival
Me and my people fly like an eagle
And blow your entire cathingil
Hurry hurry
Don't worry worry
Hit y'all with a flurry flurry of jazz
Leaving y'all niggas blurry blurry
Brew up some shit like I'm cooking for y'all
When I'm done then I come looking for y'all
(Huh huh hold up hold up)
Federal cases cause nuff bodies end up in medical places
In they blood finding them chemical traces
Leaving special investigators going through skeptical phases
While we getting money the decimal changes
I was a seven-day affentice apprentice
Now I strike with a vengeance
Blowing the door right up off of the hinges
This be that put you out of your misery song
And make you ask your man is this the joint he dissing me on
That's when I ask

Chorus:
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga

Moving your muscle and doing the hustle
See nowadays we getting money like rustle
Who really wanna tussle
Challenge the super saber in a nigga
Blast the challenger way out of space like Galica nigga
Battle star Galactica cross my diameter nigga
Derange your whole circular shape into triangular nigga
Yo
So what it was my fault
That I had to bring this shit to a screaming halt
What you need to do is open up the vault
That's why I make sure that my vest will be on
So when I blast you and your additional stress will be gone
Then I sprinkle just a little bit of salt on your plans
And watch your shit shrivel up right in the palm of my hands
I ain't afraid of ya
But I thank all of my niggas for saving ya
I was about to take you back
To when your mother was making ya
Clapping you up
Slapping you up
Trapping you up
Holding you hostage
Duck taping and Saran wrapping you up
Yo
First she was sober
I smell aroma
Put you in a Trans
And slip into an irreversible coma
Fuck y'all cubic zirconium niggas it's over
Closing in on all y'all niggas
While we're moving in a little closer
Then I evaluate and elaborate
Confiscate your shit and dare your ass to retaliate
That's when I ask

f/ Ozzy Osbourne

* music being interpolated is Black Sabbath's "Iron Man" *

[Busta Rhymes]
Just make sure them, them drums is smackin
..
This, means, WAR!!

I work hard to take care of every one of my niggaz
Feel the love and appreciation from all of my niggaz
When I think meditate and contemplate for my soul
watch the truth manifest once the story unfold
Disloyal motherfuckers I'ma BANISH you all
and celebrate all in your absence once I get rid of y'all
Sometimes I can't describe the wicked shit I feel in my heart
Break my silence and sporadically tear you apart
Strike with a serious vengeance and before you die
Put you through the worst and make you take a look in my eye!
So you could witness the extreme damage caused by betrayal
Make you sorry for the fact that you attempted and failed!
Make you eternally suffer, you was one of my mens
Turn your back on me, and I'ma make sure you get it back times ten
Stay TRUE -- now that's the one thing I religiously pledge
If you ain't wit me I'ma throw you WAY over the edge
THIS MEANS WAR!!

[Ozzy Osbourne]
Take a look inside
You can run and you can hide
If you cross my path
I'll make sure you feel my wrath
Give and you receive
Cherish every breath you breathe
Scriptures on the wall
Those who betray all must fall

[Busta Rhymes]
As I cherish every blessing and I greet you with hugs
You my peoples when I see you I embrace you with love
Yeah I be the one to come and get you out of the hole
Yeah you be the one to run and leave me out in the cold
So amazing how many times you plot and you scheme
But what you don't realize, you'll never conquer my dream
Though devilish karma can't penetrate the steel in my armor
Time passed, my oppression got you living with drama!
Paranoid of my retaliation, living in fear
Disloyalty will have me kill my brother, sheddin a tear
Such a shame how you could easily get trapped in a zone
And have to go to war with FAKE niggaz standin alone
Until I get with all my loyal niggaz goin the length
Don't matter how hard you try you never weaken my strength!
Now I'm with all of my loyal niggaz, breakin the bread
And if you diss the code of honor we takin your head;
THIS MEANS WAR!!

[Ozzy Osbourne]
Take a look inside
You can run and you can hide
If you cross my path
I'll make sure you feel my wrath
Give and you receive
Cherish every breath you breathe
Scriptures on the wall
Those who betray all must fall

Nobody helps them
Now he has his revenge

[Busta Rhymes]
Whatchu gon' do? Whatchu gonna do?
Where you think you can run, or you can hide?
Where you think you can run, or you can hide?!!
Where you think you can run, or you can hide?!!!
Where you think you can run, or you can hide?!!!!

I'ma BE the best to show love let's co-operate
Disloyalty is somethin that we won't tolerate
Deal with these niggaz, let's put them where they properly go
On the Island far away in a place where NOBODY know
So long fightin the bullshit for so many years
Watchin the danger and niggaz double crossin they peers
Yes I always fight for what is right and put my foot down
Disrespect my love, I'ma be LAYIN YOU DOWN
THIS MEANS WAR!

[Ozzy Osbourne]
Take a look inside
You can run and you can hide
If you cross my path
I'll make sure you feel my wrath
Give and you receive
Cherish every breath you breathe
Scriptures on the wall
Those who betray all must fall

[No lyrics]