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(featuring Rhymes)
[Intro: Busta (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 light your L, 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 bring the pain, hard to the brain
Tical... I'm bustin' that ass
I burn like acid rain, acid slang
These try'nna see how I come ash again
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 yellow kid, hot as kettle get
Now if you ain't fuckin' that, you must be celibate
Spaz! a little, got a sack lookin' 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 shot by Little X
And M-E-F gon' work til ain't any left
I'm tryin' get what I'm worth and not a penny
Think fast (come on) cash (come on)
Everybody do it with your stank ass (just on)

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

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

Rhymes]
Now watch me your shit up, I hope your people pull up
And pick up and pack your shit up, homey, it's time to
I'm singin', ma, do you let relieve you of all of your
Figure seating sketching, never believe in niggaz (come on!)
Go head and babble you can watch me waiting
Aimin', attackin', I'mma let one of my bitches slap you
I watch you when your niggaz'll try
To feel a wrath of the un-rudely waking of a sleeping
(Very defiant), I give you the pressure
And then I apply it and then your breathing is 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, just like a of a thousand cattle
That'll travel over your face and frazzle your
Shot you, worst than a brick and then be you
And get the reverend, and get to steppin', nigga!
This make you..

[Chorus: Busta

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

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

[Busta
See the coming (what?) Fireman coming (what?)
Street niggaz to riot and start dummin' (what?)
I to see it, whenever 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 cowards
niggaz get pimp slapped, give me some powder
Click-clack, one in back, now think about it
Get back, your gap, I can't allow it

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

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

Busta Rhymes & Method Man)]

[Outro: Man (Busta Rhymes)]
Every day, rotation, come with it! (Let me talk... come on, hah)
(Aiyo God) Yeah, lord? (Flipmode/Wu-Tang, nigga, that some shit?)
That's some shit, absotruthly, Bust! (Meth Tical!)
Yeah... (yeah, let me when you wanna do that again, God)
Shit we can do that now, shout out to New Jersey, hahaha, yeah!