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(featuring Rhymes)
[Intro: 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)
Let's take the streets for a little (Okay, we ridin' high)
Yeah, you light 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 been lookin' for this one for a time
(Yeah, aiyo) on!

[Method
I came to bring the pain, more to the brain
Tical... I'm bustin' that ass
I burn like acid rain, that slang
niggaz try'nna see how I come ash again
Main and evident, I'm huntin', yes, for president
Be in hell with Dazel and just for the hell of it
And I ain't yellow kid, flows hot as get
Now if you ain't fuckin' that, you must be celibate
Spaz! a little, got a sack 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 video shot by Little X
And M-E-F gon' work til their ain't any
I'm tryin' get what I'm worth and not a penny
fast (come on) bank cash (come on)
Everybody do it with stank ass (just come on)

[Chorus: 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, 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!

[Busta
Now watch me back shit up, I hope your people pull up
And pick up and pack your shit up, homey, time to move
While I'm singin', ma, do you let you of all of your
Figure seating sketching, never in your niggaz (come on!)
Go head and babble you can me patiently waiting
Aimin', attackin', instead let one of my bitches slap you
I ain't you when your niggaz'll try
To feel a wrath of the un-rudely waking of a giant
(Very defiant), once I give you the
And then I it and then your breathing is stop and totally quiet (sss..
oh)
Captain of this ship, so me the pilot
I you and your crew to collide with me
Die, stomp on a nigga, just like a herd of a thousand
That'll travel your face and frazzle your shit
Shot you, worst than a 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)

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

[Busta
See the police (what?) Fireman coming (what?)
Street niggaz 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? Dope M.C. killin cowards
Wack niggaz get pimp slapped, give me some
Click-clack, one in your back, now about it
Get back, runnin' gap, I can't allow 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 a long time ago

[Method
I got that shit make rappers shit in they shoes
Nasty M.C., I spit and spit in they food
Man, tempt me, I'm nothin' like a curious 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, rotation, come with it! (Let me talk... come on, hah)
(Aiyo God) Yeah, lord? (Flipmode/Wu-Tang, nigga, ain't 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!