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(featuring Rhymes)
Busta Rhymes (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)
take the streets for a little ride (Okay, we ridin' high)
Yeah, you light your L, smoke your L
And (kiss the sky)
Huh! And if you ever the Bust or Meth (find their mentor)
Yeah, I-I-I the streets been 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' ass again
I burn like acid rain, that acid
niggaz try'nna see how I come ash again
Main and evident, I'm huntin', yes, Meth for
Be in hell with and George just for the hell of it
And I ain't kid, flows hot as kettle get
Now if you ain't fuckin' with that, you be celibate
Spaz! a little, got a sack lookin' fizzle
Little hash in the middle, it at? In the middle, yup
if you got a fat ass, make it jiggle, yup
Put it in my video shot by Little X
And M-E-F work til their ain't any left
I'm tryin' get I'm worth and not a penny less
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?) somebody (what?)
Stomp somebody (what?) somebody (what?)
Make you wanna 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 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 time to
While I'm singin', ma, do you let relieve you of all of
Figure sketching, never believe in your niggaz (come on!)
Go head and babble you can watch me waiting
Aimin', attackin', I'mma let one of my bitches slap you
I ain't you when your niggaz'll try
To feel a wrath of the waking of a sleeping giant
(Very defiant), I give you the pressure
And then I it and then your breathing is stop and totally quiet (sss..
oh)
Captain of this ship, so call me the
I leave you and crew to collide with me
Die, on a nigga, just like a herd of a thousand cattle
That'll travel over your face and frazzle your
Shot you, than a brick and then be torturin' you
And get the reverend, and get to steppin', nigga!
This shit'll you..

[Chorus: Busta

Method Man (Busta Rhymes)]
Haha, the truth... my nigga
(Nigga, listen, listen, let me talk) Let me talk! (huh)

[Busta Rhymes] (Method Man)
you see what I got for you now
(Shake your big fat ass in of me now)
To all my high (to all my live niggaz)
{We to blackout, follow the story now
Just feel my heat, and you know I'm
Just keep the street, but did you
Know you bout to lose it, my nigga
And you know we get real stupid, my nigga}

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

[Method
Now who is he? Dope M.C. killin cowards
Wack niggaz get slapped, give me some powder
Click-clack, one in back, now think about it
Get back, runnin' gap, I can't allow it

Rhymes]
Well every nigga (set it off) you know we it through God
The streets be needing niggaz me and you, God
Aiyo, I we're 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 rappers shit in they shoes
Nasty M.C., I spit flows and spit in food
Man, don't me, I'm nothin' like a curious child
I'm simply, a boy in the hood, with furious childs (this shit'll you)

[Chorus: Busta & 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, ain't that shit?)
That's some shit, absotruthly, Bust! (Meth Tical!)
Yeah... (yeah, let me know when you do that again, God)
we can do that right now, shout out to New Jersey, hahaha, yeah!