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

Man]
I came to bring the pain, more to the brain
Tical... I'm bustin' that ass
I burn like acid rain, that acid
These try'nna see how I come ash again
Main and evident, I'm huntin', yes, for president
Be in hell Dazel and George just for the hell of it
And I ain't kid, flows hot as kettle get
Now if you ain't with that, you must be celibate
Spaz! Just a little, got a lookin' fizzle
hash 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 M-E-F gon' til their ain't any left
I'm get what I'm worth and not a penny less
Think fast (come on) cash (come on)
Everybody do it with your ass (just come on)

Method Man (Busta Rhymes)]
Make you rob somebody (what?) grab (what?)
Stomp somebody (what?) somebody (what?)
Make you step to the bar and sip Bacardi (what?)
Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the (what?)
(come on!) Shaolin (come on!)
Queensbridge down to Long (come on!)
Bronx, nigga (come on!) (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 me back 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, believe in your niggaz (come on!)
Go head and babble you can watch me waiting
Aimin', attackin', instead let one of my bitches slap you
I ain't watch you when niggaz'll try
To feel a of the un-rudely waking of a sleeping giant
(Very defiant), once I you the pressure
And then I apply it and then your breathing is and totally quiet (sss..
oh)
Captain of this ship, so call me the
I leave you and your to collide with me
Die, stomp on a nigga, just like a herd of a cattle
That'll travel your face and frazzle your shit
Shot you, worst than a brick and then be 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 Rhymes] (Method Man)
you see what I got for you now
(Shake big fat ass in front of me now)
To all my high bidders (to all my niggaz)
{We to blackout, follow the story now
Just my heat, and you know I'm gonna
Just the street, but nigga did you
Know when you bout to it, my nigga
And you know we gon' get real stupid, my

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

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

Rhymes]
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 done this shit a time ago

[Method
I got that shit make rappers shit in they shoes
M.C., I spit flows and spit in they food
Man, don't me, I'm nothin' like 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 with it! (Let me talk... 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 when you wanna do that again, God)
Shit we can do right now, shout out to New Jersey, hahaha, yeah!