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(featuring Rhymes)
Busta Rhymes (Method Man)]
Aiyo, (What up, fam?)
You know Busta-Bust had to see you, God, it's 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 ever disrespect the or Meth (find their mentor)
Yeah, I-I-I think the streets lookin' for this one for a long time
(Yeah, aiyo) on!

Man]
I came to the pain, more hard to the brain
Tical... I'm bustin' that ass
I burn acid rain, that acid slang
These niggaz see how I come ash again
and evident, I'm huntin', yes, Meth for president
Be in hell with Dazel and just for the hell of it
And I ain't yellow kid, hot as kettle get
Now if you ain't fuckin' that, you must be celibate
Spaz! Just a little, got a sack fizzle
Little in the middle, where it at? In the middle, yup
Mommy if you got a fat ass, 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 I'm worth and not a penny less
Think (come on) bank cash (come on)
Everybody do it with your stank ass (just on)

[Chorus: Man (Busta Rhymes)]
Make you rob somebody (what?) somebody (what?)
Stomp (what?) slap somebody (what?)
Make you wanna step to the bar and sip (what?)
Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the (what?)
(come on!) Shaolin (come on!)
Queensbridge to Long Island (come on!)
Bronx, (come on!) Manhattan (come on!)
To each and every hood happening? (come on!)

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

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

[Chorus: Rhymes]

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

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

Rhymes]
See the police coming (what?) Fireman (what?)
Street niggaz ready to and start dummin' (what?)
I love to see it, whenever you and man frontin' (what?)
Me and Meth'll step to you, quick! And smash (what?)

Man]
Now who is he? Dope M.C. killin these
Wack niggaz get pimp slapped, give me powder
Click-clack, one in your back, now think it
Get back, runnin' your gap, I can't it

[Busta
Well every (set it off) you know we seeing it through God
The streets be niggaz like me and you, God
Aiyo, I think up, seen it from here, we got a mile, yo
Logical, we should of done this shit a time ago

[Method
I got that shit that make shit in they shoes
Nasty M.C., I flows and spit in they food
Man, tempt me, I'm nothin' like a curious child
I'm simply, a boy in the hood, with childs (this shit'll make you)

[Chorus: Rhymes & Method Man)]

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