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(featuring Rhymes)
[Intro: Rhymes (Method Man)]
Aiyo, (What up, fam?)
You know had to come see you, God, it's good to see you, God
(Good too see you too, God)
Let's take the streets for a 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 lookin' for this one for a long time
(Yeah, aiyo) on!

Man]
I came to bring the pain, more to the brain
Tical... I'm bustin' ass again
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 hell Dazel and George just for the hell of it
And I yellow kid, flows hot as kettle get
Now if you fuckin' with that, you must be celibate
Spaz! Just a little, got a sack fizzle
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 M-E-F gon' work til their ain't any
I'm tryin' get what I'm and not a penny less
Think (come on) bank cash (come on)
Everybody do it with your ass (just come 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?)
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!)

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

Rhymes]
Now watch me back your shit up, I 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 relieve you of all of
Figure seating sketching, never believe in your (come on!)
Go head and babble you can me patiently waiting
Aimin', attackin', I'mma let one of my bitches slap you
I ain't watch you when your try
To feel a wrath of the un-rudely waking of a sleeping
(Very defiant), once I give you the
And then I apply it and then your breathing is and totally quiet (sss..
oh)
Captain of this ship, so call me the
I you and your crew to collide with me
Die, on a nigga, just like a herd of a thousand cattle
That'll over your face and frazzle your shit
Shot you, worst than a brick and be torturin' you
And get the reverend, and get to steppin', nigga!
This shit'll you..

[Chorus: Rhymes]

[Interlude: Man (Busta Rhymes)]
Haha, the truth... my nigga
(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 high bidders (to all my niggaz)
{We to blackout, follow the story now
feel my heat, and you know I'm gonna
Just keep the street, but did you
Know you bout to lose it, my nigga
And you know we gon' get real stupid, my

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

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

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

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

Busta Rhymes & Method Man)]

[Outro: Man (Busta Rhymes)]
Every day, every rotation, come with it! (Let me talk... on, hah)
(Aiyo God) Yeah, lord? (Flipmode/Wu-Tang, nigga, that 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 right now, out to New Jersey, hahaha, yeah!