[Intro: Busta Rhymes (Method Man)]
Aiyo, Tical? (What up, fam?)
You know Busta-Bust had to come see you, God, itīs good to see you, God
(Good too see you too, God)
Letīs take the streets for a little ride (Okay, we ridinī high)
Yeah, you better light your L, smoke your L
And just (kiss the sky)
Huh! And if you ever disrespect the Bust or Meth (find their mentor)
Yeah, I-I-I think the streets been lookinī for this one for a long time
(Yeah, aiyo) Come on!
[Method Man]
I came to bring the pain, more hard to the brain
Tical... Iīm bustinī that ass again
I burn like acid rain, that acid slang
These niggaz tryīnna see how I come ash again
Main and evident, Iīm huntinī, yes, Meth for president
Be in hell with Dazel and George just for the hell of it
And I ainīt yellow kid, flows hot as kettle get
Now if you ainīt fuckinī with that, you must be celibate
Spaz! Just a little, got a sack lookinī fizzle
Little hash in the middle, where it at? In the middle, yup
Mommy if you got a fat ass, make it jiggle, yup
Put it in my next video shot by Little X
And M-E-F gonī work til their ainīt any left
Iīm tryinī get what Iīm worth and not a penny less
Think fast (come on) bank cash (come on)
Everybody do it with your stank ass (just come on)
[Chorus: Method Man (Busta Rhymes)]
Make you rob somebody (what?) grab somebody (what?)
Stomp somebody (what?) slap somebody (what?)
Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi (what?)
Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party (what?)
Brooklyn (come on!) Shaolin (come on!)
Queensbridge down to Long Island (come on!)
Bronx, nigga (come on!) Manhattan (come on!)
To each and every hood whatīs happening? (come on!)
[Interlude: Method Man (Busta Rhymes)]
Yeah... let īem talk, nigga, come on Bust
(Aiyo, Meth, let me get at these niggaz) Yeah!
[Busta Rhymes]
Now watch me back your shit up, I hope your people pull up
And pick up and pack your shit up, homey, itīs time to move
While Iīm singinī, ma, do you let relieve you of all of your
Figure seating sketching, never believe in your niggaz (come on!)
Go head and babble you can watch me patiently waiting
Aiminī, attackinī, instead Iīmma let one of my bitches slap you
I ainīt watch you when your niggazīll try
To feel a wrath of the un-rudely waking of a sleeping giant
(Very defiant), once I give you the pressure
And then I apply it and then your breathing is stop and totally quiet (sss..
oh)
Captain of this ship, so call me the pilot
I leave you and your crew to collide with me
Die, stomp on a nigga, just like a herd of a thousand cattle
Thatīll travel over your face and frazzle your shit
Shot you, worst than a brick and then be torturinī you
And then get the reverend, and get to steppinī, nigga!
This shitīll make you..
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
[Interlude: Method Man (Busta Rhymes)]
Haha, thatīs the truth... my nigga
(Nigga, listen, listen, let me talk) Let me talk! (huh)
[Busta Rhymes (Method Man) {both}]
Canīt you see what I got for you now
(Shake your big fat ass in front of me now)
To all my high bidders (to all my live niggaz)
{We here to blackout, follow the story now
Just feel my heat, and you know Iīm gonna
Just keep the street, but nigga did you
Know when you bout to lose it, my nigga
And you know we gonī get real stupid, my nigga}
[Busta Rhymes]
See the police coming (what?) Fireman coming (what?)
Street niggaz ready to riot and start dumminī (what?)
I love to see it, whenever you and your man frontinī (what?)
Me and Methīll step to you, quick! And smash somethinī (what?)
[Method Man]
Now who is he? Dope M.C. killin these cowards
Wack niggaz get pimp slapped, give me some powder
Click-clack, one in your back, now think about it
Get back, runninī your gap, I canīt allow it
[Busta Rhymes]
Well every nigga (set it off) you know we seeing it through God
The streets be needing niggaz like me and you, God
Aiyo, I think weīre up, seen it from here, we got a mile, yo
Logical, we should of done this shit a long time ago
[Method Man]
I got that shit that make rappers shit in they shoes
Nasty M.C., I spit flows and spit in they food
Man, donīt tempt me, Iīm nothinī like a curious child
Iīm simply, a boy in the hood, with furious childs (this shitīll make you)
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes & Method Man)]
[Outro: Method Man (Busta Rhymes)]
Every day, every rotation, come with it! (Let me talk... come on, hah)
(Aiyo God) Yeah, lord? (Flipmode/Wu-Tang, nigga, ainīt that some shit?)
Thatīs some shit, actually truthfully, Busta Bust! (Meth Tical!)
Yeah... (yeah, let me know when you wanna do that again, God)
Shit we can do that right now, shout out to New Jersey, hahaha, yeah!
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