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(featuring Rhymes)
[Intro: Rhymes (Method Man)]
Aiyo, (What up, fam?)
You know Busta-Bust had to come see you, God, good to see you, God
(Good too see you too, God)
take the streets for a little ride (Okay, we ridin' high)
Yeah, you better your L, smoke your L
And (kiss the sky)
Huh! And if you disrespect the Bust or Meth (find their mentor)
Yeah, I-I-I think the streets lookin' for this one for a long time
(Yeah, aiyo) on!

[Method
I came to the pain, more hard to the brain
Tical... I'm bustin' ass again
I burn like acid rain, acid slang
These niggaz try'nna see how I come ash
Main and evident, I'm huntin', yes, for president
Be in with Dazel and George just for the hell of it
And I ain't kid, flows hot as kettle get
Now if you fuckin' with that, you must be celibate
Spaz! Just a little, got a sack lookin'
Little in the middle, where it at? In the middle, yup
if you got a fat ass, make it jiggle, yup
Put it in my next video by Little X
And gon' work til their ain't any left
I'm tryin' get what I'm worth and not a less
Think fast (come on) bank (come on)
Everybody do it with your stank ass (just on)

Method Man (Busta Rhymes)]
Make you rob somebody (what?) grab (what?)
somebody (what?) slap somebody (what?)
Make you step to the bar and sip Bacardi (what?)
out, spaz in the club, we in the party (what?)
Brooklyn (come on!) (come on!)
down to Long Island (come on!)
Bronx, (come on!) Manhattan (come on!)
To each and hood what's happening? (come on!)

[Interlude: Man (Busta Rhymes)]
Yeah... let 'em talk, nigga, on Bust
(Aiyo, Meth, let me get at niggaz) Yeah!

Rhymes]
Now me back your shit up, I hope your people pull up
And pick up and pack your shit up, homey, it's to move
While I'm singin', ma, do you let relieve you of all of
Figure seating sketching, never in your niggaz (come on!)
Go head and babble you can watch me patiently
Aimin', attackin', instead let one of my bitches slap you
I ain't watch you when niggaz'll try
To a wrath of the un-rudely waking of a sleeping giant
(Very defiant), once I give you the
And I apply it and then your breathing is stop and totally quiet (sss..
oh)
of this ship, so call me the pilot
I leave you and crew to collide with me
Die, stomp on a nigga, just like a herd of a thousand
That'll travel over your face and frazzle your
Shot you, worst than a brick and be torturin' you
And get the reverend, and get to steppin', nigga!
shit'll make you..

[Chorus: Busta

[Interlude: Man (Busta Rhymes)]
Haha, that's the truth... my
(Nigga, listen, listen, let me talk) Let me talk! (huh)

[Busta Rhymes] (Method Man)
Can't you see I got for you now
(Shake big fat ass in front of me now)
To all my high (to all my live niggaz)
{We here to blackout, follow the now
Just my heat, and you know I'm gonna
keep the street, but nigga did you
Know when you bout to lose it, my
And you know we gon' get real stupid, my

[Busta
See the police coming (what?) Fireman (what?)
Street ready to riot and start dummin' (what?)
I love to see it, you and your man frontin' (what?)
Me and Meth'll to you, quick! And smash somethin' (what?)

[Method
Now who is he? Dope M.C. killin these
Wack niggaz get pimp slapped, give me some
Click-clack, one in back, now think about it
Get back, runnin' your gap, I allow it

Rhymes]
Well every nigga (set it off) you know we seeing it God
The be needing niggaz like me and you, God
Aiyo, I we're up, seen it from here, we got a mile, yo
Logical, we should of done this a long time ago

Man]
I got that shit that make shit in they shoes
Nasty M.C., I spit flows and in they food
Man, don't tempt me, I'm nothin' a curious child
I'm simply, a boy in the hood, with furious (this shit'll make you)

[Chorus: Busta & Method Man)]

Method Man (Busta Rhymes)]
Every day, every rotation, come it! (Let me talk... come on, hah)
(Aiyo God) Yeah, lord? (Flipmode/Wu-Tang, nigga, ain't some shit?)
That's shit, absotruthly, Busta Bust! (Meth Tical!)
Yeah... (yeah, let me know when you do that again, God)
Shit we can do that now, shout out to New Jersey, hahaha, yeah!