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(featuring Rhymes)
Busta Rhymes (Method Man)]
Aiyo, (What up, fam?)
You know Busta-Bust had to come see you, God, 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 better light your L, smoke L
And (kiss the sky)
Huh! And if you disrespect 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 to bring the pain, more hard to the brain
Tical... I'm bustin' that ass
I burn like rain, that acid slang
These niggaz 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 fuckin' with that, you must be
Spaz! Just a little, got a sack 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 shot by Little X
And M-E-F gon' work til their any left
I'm tryin' get what I'm worth and not a less
Think (come on) bank cash (come on)
Everybody do it with stank ass (just come on)

Method Man (Busta Rhymes)]
Make you rob somebody (what?) grab (what?)
Stomp (what?) slap somebody (what?)
Make you wanna step to the bar and sip (what?)
Wild out, in the club, we in the party (what?)
Brooklyn (come on!) (come on!)
Queensbridge down to Long (come on!)
Bronx, (come on!) Manhattan (come on!)
To each and every hood happening? (come on!)

[Interlude: Man (Busta Rhymes)]
Yeah... let 'em talk, nigga, on Bust
(Aiyo, Meth, let me get at niggaz) Yeah!

[Busta
Now me back your shit up, I hope your people pull up
And pick up and pack your shit up, homey, it's to move
I'm singin', ma, do you let relieve you of all of your
Figure seating sketching, never in your niggaz (come on!)
Go head and you can watch me patiently waiting
Aimin', attackin', I'mma let one of my bitches slap you
I ain't watch you 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 apply it and then your breathing is and totally quiet (sss..
oh)
Captain of this ship, so call me the
I leave you and crew to collide with me
Die, stomp on a nigga, like a herd of a thousand cattle
That'll travel over your face and frazzle shit
Shot you, than a brick and then be torturin' you
And get the reverend, and get to steppin', nigga!
This make you..

Busta 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)
Can't you see I got for you now
(Shake big fat ass in front of me now)
To all my high bidders (to all my niggaz)
{We here to blackout, the story now
Just 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

Rhymes]
See the police (what?) Fireman coming (what?)
Street niggaz ready to 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?)

[Method
Now who is he? M.C. killin these cowards
Wack niggaz get pimp slapped, me some powder
Click-clack, one in back, now think about it
Get back, runnin' your gap, I 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 we're up, seen it here, we got a mile, yo
Logical, we should of this shit a long time ago

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

[Chorus: Busta & Method Man)]

[Outro: Man (Busta Rhymes)]
Every day, every rotation, with it! (Let me talk... come on, hah)
(Aiyo God) Yeah, lord? (Flipmode/Wu-Tang, nigga, that some shit?)
That's some shit, absotruthly, Bust! (Meth Tical!)
Yeah... (yeah, let me know when you do that again, God)
Shit we can do right now, shout out to New Jersey, hahaha, yeah!