[Hook]
Likes to go, eventual
Lead you home, come inside
Why you got your ass on your shoulders
Now, tryin' to spit at a bitch
I lead inside
Why you got your ass on your shoulders

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah bitch put on an outfit, dazzle ya hair
Come in the club fit to take you home and frazzle the hair
Bitch understand I must have got a handle in here
Why you open up ya ass and let me travel in there
Create a scandal in there
Don't talk, let me pull it out to add another angle in there
Let me ride the back of yo ass like a camel in there
Pussy hot like she lit a fuckin' candle in there
Remember I was tryin' to get my drink in the slot
And you was same girl actin' all stinkin' the spot
It was funny how I thought I wasted breath on the broad
A friend couldn't find her cause shorty left with the God
And then I took her back to the crib, you can figure it out
I'm diggin' it out with the dick in her mouth
Get cha' homegirl to come start lickin' ya out
And swingin' about until I start kickin' em' out
Because ya...

[Hook]

[Busta Rhymes]
I'm sayin' she fuck a nigga like she want the God to lay in a hearse
Makin' me curse, hope you relate to my verse
And what be makin' it worse
That they be the same bitches frontin' like they wasn't with it at first
Actin' too good for niggas with your ass on your shoulders
But now you'll be fuckin' a nigga till he fall in a coma
I remember how you acted in the front of ya friends
As I remember now you give me head in front of my Benz
So now I'm smackin' it up, while you backin' it up
With a car load of bitches now I'm packin' it up
Now ya whole crew comin' and we whackin' em' up
Let me beat the pussy till I start blackin' it up
Got bitches diggin' in my back scratchin' it up
Got em' screamin' shatterin' glass crackin' it up
Get cha' homegirl to come start lickin' ya out
Ass swingin' about till I start kickin' em' out
Because ya...

[Hook]

[Busta Rhymes]
Sayin' in ya crib gettin' ya shit right sprayin' yourself
With perfume that mean the dude start playin' yourself
Ya too fly to let ya friends know ya lovin' a nigga
So instead ya front like you ain't really fuckin' a nigga
But still I really love to sit on my dough
And there's nothin' I love when ya keep ya shit on the low
Get cha' homegirl to come start lickin' ya out
Ass swingin' about till I start kickin' em' out
Because ya...

[Hook]

[Busta Rhymes]
Yea, I know it's kinda cold outside 
Bring your nasty ass inside 
(And you should know better)
Play yourself a dark corner motherfucker, yea
(Brother, you know you're wrong)

Come on, can't stop, won't stop, rockin' for you niggas
'Cause I rep the street and Johnnie Cochran for you niggas
And I, got a state gun cockin' for you niggas 
(twenty-one) legal (gun) shots 

[Rah Digga]
Poppin' for you niggas, 
And I, blow tones, more force than cyclones 
Shit is on everytime I catch a Ron Jones
Thug bitch, rock boots and hoops with rhinestones
(Got the) key (to the) city and (run the crime zone)

[Busta Rhymes]
Now come on, take something, shake something, break something 
Stop, close your shop, you niggas ain't sayin' nothin' 
Niggas be frontin' and knowin' they ain't really weighin' nothin'
Betta (stop) 'fore we (pop) and really (get to sprayin' something)

[Busta Rhymes]
Flood it up
[Rah Digga]
Whip it up
[Busta Rhymes]
Smoke it up
[Rah Digga]
Blooded up, 
Niggas straight tryin' to brake, I tell 'em shut it up, 
I spit the ill for real, ain't nothin' buttered up, 
(Flipmode) doin' it (everybody) love it up

[Chorus]
East coast, what up? West coast, what up?
Midwest, what up? Dirty South, what up?
All my chickenheads, put it in your mouth,
It's Flipmode, better stay up in your house
All my thugs, what up? Thug bitches, what up?
Street niggas, what up? Stack riches, no doubt
We got the block locked take another route,
It's Flipmode, better stay up in your house
My niggas HOOK

[Rah Digga]
Dirtiest, wordiest, Jersey it's wetter than a mile
I stalk like pedophiles, no body get's saved when I bless the child 
Gettin' (eight) like (snapper) you too fessed to vow

[Busta Rhymes]
Hold up
[Rah Digga]
Run On
[Busta Rhymes]
Get Up
[Rah Digga]
Come On

[Busta Rhymes]
Ahhooo!
And put every single nigga where I'm from on
(Bitches) all in the (spot) go head (and get your) fun on
(Niggas keepin' it) movin' (go head) and get your (thug on)

[Rah Digga]
(What on) earth possesed y'all to try a lil' (drunk) lil' (high)
Big heads in the sky make (niggas) straight (cry)
Without Mo' and Dry, take it down (homeboy) got bigger fish to fry
Fuck that (Other nigga) Rush that (sucker nigga) 

[Busta Rhymes]
Niggas love the way we sound up on another Digga
(Hot D) but I got another younger brother bigger,
(Digga) pass me the Henny so I can take another swigger

[Chorus]

[Rah Digga]
Switch it up like Ak-Nel
Why you hit a dry spell, 
Cats like you get no reply on the Skytel
(Hate y'all) Raps like Eminem hate Britney
(Bonafide) MC (Who) fuckin' with me?

[Busta Rhymes]
Top niggas better give props nigga 
('Fore you get dropped) fuck around and get your shit popped nigga,
Flip-flop niggas, you could (really get your shit mopped) 
Or left to lay up in a pit stop nigga

[Rah Digga]
Spillin' it
[Busta Rhymes]
Feelin' it
[Rah Digga]
Killin' it
[Busta Rhymes]
Come on!

[Rah Digga]
The hardest MC don't want flex no more,
(Make it hot) everytime I rock, rest assured 
Shit'll have that (who could rock) the raw best award, nigga

[Busta Rhymes]
Look it up
[Rah Digga]
Cook it up
[Busta Rhymes]
Shook it up
[Rah Digga]
Book it up

[Busta Rhymes]
When we (rock) you shouldn't watch (promoters) nook it up
(Raise the level a little) you know (my niggas) took it up
(In and outta big) figgas while me and (Digga) cook it up

[Chorus]

[Busta Rhymes]
Greatness, yeah, yeah
Aiiyo, turn the beat up a little bit louder
Truck Volume

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We bout to play a lil' game, match the name with the voice
So when you pick your favorite emcee you makin' the right choice
SO WHO ARE YOU?

[Baby Sham]
Baby Sham, I'm known for the crud
First night pops off with a couple of slugs

[Busta Rhymes]
AND HOW YOU DOIN'?

[Baby Shaman]
You see what I'm workin' wit, it's beyond rap
Stick to the fact, that chapped lips get convexed
Palm that, look where the arm's at, nigga need to launch that
Now tell me what the problem be, is that I'm scorching dem
To flood these streets, hot not partially, cock back the toast
Put your heart for free, so what it feels like to hear me crushin' a beat

[Busta Rhymes]
SO WHO ARE YOU?

[Rah Digga]
The illest broad Digga, reppin' Brick City
If I'm lying may the Lord come strike my left tittie

[Busta Rhymes]
AND HOW YOU DOIN'?

[Rah Digga]
Undisputed metaphor rap queen, always cookin' up some shit
Like mom's a crack fiend, so what's the word
Strike a nerve when I'm speakin'
Any emcee whether black or white, or Puertorriquen
I'm the big dog, you just a cat stuck in a tree
Not one of y'all cocksuckers fuckin' wit me

[Hook]
SO WHO ARE WE? (Flipmode)
Got you gaspin' for air, hot shit muthafuckas
Throw your hands in the air
WATCH HOW WE DO IT
How we rep and yo we solemnly swear
To put it down until it's over and our time is up here
SO WHO ARE YOU?

[Rampage]
Rampage, new tenant, pack big still 
Fuck what ya heard, I'm ready to kill

[Busta Rhymes]
AND HOW YOU DOIN'?

[Rampage]
Day criminal, street thug material
Flipmode Imperial, top breakin' officer
Fuck around we warnin' ya, 21 gun salute
 6 official conrads, ain't afraid to shoot
Niggas see us, we got them shakin' in they boots
Flipmode, the streets, bigger than Bayroots

[Busta Rhymes]
SO WHO ARE YOU?

[Spliff Starr]
Yeah, Spliff Starr, cunt-crusher, gun-busta
Hard-to-toucha, one bad muthafucka

[Busta Rhymes]
AND HOW YOU DOIN'?

[Spliff Starr]
Gangsta bitch, deadly like cancerous
I bring it where your parents live, show you what your status is
Steam-boil your cabbages, I can't take y'all nigaz faggotness
You about to die, show him where his casket is
You wanted beans, I had your hood under siege
Guns get squeezed, and bullets hit your knees

[Busta Rhymes]
SO WHO ARE YOU?
Bus-A-Bus now, somethin' fo' sho'
Keep 'em whilin' till somebody's left a leak on the flo'
AND HOW YOU DOIN'?
We've been awaitin' the God, to make an undernovel entry
Controllin' everything in the yard
Rugged like General Custard it seems
How we crush grapefruit, niggaz, and make a mustard out of your team
You know we hotter than the 4th of July
So sit back and watch the fireworks show light up my name the sky

[Hook]

Yeah, yea
This shit sound like..
one two o'clock in the mornin with the full moon out
Niggaz in they trucks creepin
With a fresh box of ecstasy pills for these bitches

Yeah, team select, please collect, G's connect
Thieves nigga direct the trees to the SmokeFest
Wanna take a toke?  YES!  The newest zone I'm in
I'm like Smithsonian nigga, fuck it call me Napoleon
Wave the torch, cut the head off the Leviathan
The terminology I'm rhymin in cause a frenzy up in Ireland
Hit ya, I'm gon get ya
And drop the bomb scripture at your barmitzvah
Yo, map shit out, blast through the speakers
With a wifebeater on, Bushe below, a new pair of sneakers
Street niggaz hang on the sidewalk, that's where I learned my fly talk
Pimp-strut, and how to skywalk
Moderatin how we establish the whole conglomerate
The way we honor it, you'll never conquer it
See how we wreck, has a global effect, on even Polish people
Young and restless down to the old and feeble
Peep them, Czechoslovakian to Yugoslavian niggaz
Be all into my bounce so don't be botherin niggaz
So NOW you should feel the whole cathedralish bounce
Put one in your stomach leave you in a fetalish crouch, nigga
My vernacular is spectacular
Strategic plans'll have you lookin wacker than a postal office massacre
Is that so?  Make moves just like a fatso
Bounce in a minivan Astro after my gat BLOW!

[Chorus]
Aiyyo, get up, get up, get dough (get dough nigga)
Roll up, light up, and smoke that 'dro (smoke 'dro now)
Bitch shake yo' hips and bounce real slow
Niggaz rep yo' hood, I'm with that --
All my nig-gaz (all my niggaz) if you with me (if you with me)
Yeah I see you (yeah) HOL-LA
(Throw yo' guns in the motherfuckin air, c'mon!)
All my bitch-es, if you're with me (yeah all my bitches where you at now)
Yeah I see you (you know I see y'all) HOL-LA

Yeah, my whole entire mindstate deeper
than astronomy and mathematics like Galileo
Smash you niggaz like mashed potato
Back when niggaz used to rock Ballys and Clarks
I used to watch, little niggaz shouldn't hustle nickel crack in the park
Barrels spray the brighter flame in the dark
Blood spill stain on the street, that's how niggaz be leavin they mark
Fuckin with diplomats who love Bailey's
Monopolize and quickly get other money fuckin with Israelis
So solid how we be symbolic
to a handful of niggaz that be all schemin on the same wallet
Them type niggaz that be conspirin and kidnappin
Shit happens!  Gun clap for you in a GIFT wrappin
You should follow how the style switch up
Like a group of religious niggaz schemin to kill they arch-bishop
You big pussy nigga actin all hard
Call me atheist, because I don't believe in you God
It's like a grand feast celebratin the bounce of the century
I tote the recipe quick for any type of discrepancy
Busta Rhymes the great renaissance artist and architect
Like how a Felipe (?) portrait is so hard to get
We got the obscure shit for the street
Nevertheless we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat
Yo, we got the obscure shit for the street
Nevertheless we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat

[Chorus]

Holla at me now, c'mon!
Yeah.. Busta Rhymes, cookin up a little brown stew chicken
Dr. Dre niggaz, yea

Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah.
Turn my music up (C'MON)
Turn my music up (C'MON)
Truck shit now (C'MON)
Truck shit now (C'MON)
Truck shit now (C'MON)
Truck shit now (C'MON)
Turn my music up (UHH)
Turn my music up (UHH)
Truck shit now (C'MON)
Live nigga bully foot brassed up on rap shit now.
Check it out now

Yeah, yeah, yeah re-lax that shit you talk
Before I sick my bitch on you that'll bounce with your dick on a fork
I'll bring a bigger storm to calm your clouds
I own a couple things; I even own a farm with cows
I own the moment when my niggas run deep through crowds
Like how a pregnant woman breast milk leek through her blouse
A lot of niggas like to wish on a star
don't give a fuck who you are
I know some niggas that'll piss on your car
Now see, every time we step in a place
I give y'all niggas shit that put a foul look on your face
And rob ice like I was never more able
Don't drink coffee 'cos my diamond be cutting the glass on the table
Hey, I be the lost found tribe of "Jabas"
Bust niggas then I plant another bomb in your ass
And then I put my students all in a class
To clear my ruler ship
And make y'all niggas fucked up doin' the math

[Hook]
One time now (C'MON)
Truck shit now (C'MON)
Truck shit now (C'MON)
Turn my music up (C'MON)
Turn my music up (UHH)
Truck shit now (C'MON)
Truck volume (C'MON)
Truck volume (C'MON)

[Chorus]
I know ya-wanna-get up-on it
Let me-show ya- how we do
Every-time we-drop that-shit you
Know we-put it-down for you (HEY, HEY)

How many times you gon' crush down somethin'
You need to change your name up, to Bus-A-Bus down somethin'
You fuckin' with the highest my nigga
Tryin' to fuck with the giants, might as well call me Goliath my nigga
C'mon, drop hot shit on the spot; sop it up with a mop
Before the hungry come and shop on your block
I know some niggas that'd love to blood suck you all
A thing of the past, because them niggas stuck you all
One shot bustin' the same bullet, struck you all
And when they bounce you hear voices screamin' "FUCK YOU ALL"
Gathered up about a thousand young ?box? who brawl
As decoys, in case they needed to duck you all
That's why you better move tight with your click
Niggas be thirsty and quick
Just to be off into the night with your shit
C'MON, we keep it street to give a damn who you are
Make niggas wile, and bitches spread, and put they hands on the car
Now let me frisk 'em, and shake they asses down to the floor
One dude wonderin', "What them niggas is poundin' me for?
What them niggas grillin'? What them niggas houndin' me for?"
Before the poundin', "What them niggas was surroundin' me for?"
Well let me tell you what the fuck we was surroundin' you for
We came to get you once but now I come to get you for more
And while they get and got, niggas drinkin' ten-dollar-henne a shot
Getting' drunk and wilin' out in the spot

[Hook]

[Chorus] 2x

Yeah I though all y'all was goin'
Uh, Yeah, yeah, yeah
Were gonna take y'all on a little ride and shit
You mean now, now, now, yeah
We gonna sail in one of them big fat ocean liners on the street
Swim through this mutha fucka
Busta-Bus now, now, now

Hop scotch I found a new bounce
Just rock back and fourth while my beat knock (Aurgh!)
Stop chips and cock glocks wit' clips
Go sailing in hot ships and park big whips (oh!)
Getting' them whips and bounce outta town
Take trips ride slow through them hoods and park at the main strip
Baby girl gimme yo hand cock fast (c'mon!)
With a number in your hand, hot ass (hold up!)
Shorty actin' just like she had a hit (on me!)
Fuckin' while shorty's busy shakin' her shit (on me!)
Man stop, just let ‘em flop watch girlfriend let alone cock block
Hot shit make a bitch wanna whine just like a reggae tune
Make y'all niggaz wanna act and bust the AK boom!
Everyday create a may lay today is pay day mutha fucka you better make way!

[Hook]
It's your night go get your money
Get that dough bounce if ya want
And light that blunt smoke if you got to
Shake yo shit bounce if you have to
Flimode squad back in the spot
With all yo shit bounce in the truck
Yes yes y'all bounce we go what ya want

All my niggaz, all my niggaz
All my bitches!
C'mon!

We stay spittin' on
See what we sittin on
Shittin' you see how my 20” be fittin' on nigga
A 100 dollar bill shorty number was written on
Hittin' shorty on the sink wit' the lights in the kitchen on
C'mon! move quiet with all the DL chicks
Who carry on Lincoln head up on my CL 6
Hit y'all wit' the shit split y'all
Chicks all on my whip hoping ya ass fit y'all
We suppose to reach most shit bang
Watch how niggaz bounce in East Coast (Heaighh!)
Choke y'all provoke y'all
Killin' street everytime we distribute the coke all
Check it, see now a days we caught cribs
And caught big fat loss
Fuck big fat bitches that make cliques back off
The way we prove it to y'all
Is just bang niggaz every time we do it to y'all

[Hook]

Yeah
Straight black out shit fo show
Making you back yo mack out quick Aiyo (huh)
Yeah we floss and drop pricy things
Talk slick and money and rock icy things
She tried to get that score
By throwing the pussy begging me to hit that raw (uh oh)
We puts it on and watch bitches getting' a getsy
Flimode up in this mutha fucka just for the record

[Hook]

Yea.. aiyyo Uncle Pat, turn up the beat just a lil' more for me bruh
Yea.. {*imitating the beat*}
This sound like Frankenstein's baby, yea

Busta Rhymes!  You know we live and in color (color)
Shit butter hot, but just a little mo' gutter (gutter)
Smash shit regularly, word to my mother
Show love for the bitches and put it down for my brudda (brudda)
Hot butter funk make it rain, close the shutter - violate
Catch it from one of my bitches, boxcutter (cutter)
Ahh, articulate!  Feels so great
that I can bless my niggaz with shit they appreciate ('ciate)
No jive y'all niggaz can take a nosedive
Shit so live bitches wanna give me a high five (five)
UNGHHH!  Fuck it, it is a must we hold grands
Get with the program and fuck bitches who love to hold (hands)
Foul shit, way out of order
Fuck shit up leave bitches hot and sweaty drippin buckets of water (water)
Disorderly conduct, will erupt
When the live shit come on niggaz do what they wanna (wanna)
Aight bitches, now show yo' asses

[Chorus]
The shit we droppin be sure to get y'all movin (get the fuck up)
We keep it poppin, feel how gangsta the loop is (we keep it boppin)
(we keep it gangsta muh'fucka)
And it ain't no stoppin the way that we gon' do this
Now what you want me to say?  Say you ain't fuckin with me-ahhhhhhh
(what the fuck, c'mon)

Huh, you see I got so much new hot shit stored
Got you givin me an award, floored a couple on the come up
Stretched a few, put 'em flat on they back
And laid 'em stiffer than a board, the way I make my niggaz applaud
My price tag, just to show up the shit
Might be somethin you can't afford
Make you say the Lord is my shepherd, how we astonish
Move forward on novice niggaz like Cedric Ceballos with a hot song
Now niggaz know we rock on, cock-strong
All y'all niggaz is straight popcorn, AHH!
Talk the trash, comin forth get past lie duke
Pass shorty with the big horse ass (ASS)
Now ain't no stoppin how we comin full blast
Mix the fire with gas, that's how we put it on smash (smash)
No lie, never deny - so hot we cook the shit well done
just like a deep fish fry; UNNNGHH, snap crackle and pop
What we drop and how we keep shit comin
How we maneuver so fly (fly), so high is where we gon' take it
Controllin the land, controllin the sea
Now we control the whole sky; perhaps make niggaz collapse
Make bitches shake they shit to the floor
And feel the soul up in my raps and your face is the gutter we slap
Make you crash all in your whip when you drive
I hope your seatbelt's strapped, aight niggaz!  Now throw yo' hands up..

[Chorus]

Yeah, this sound like.. the music to Frankenberry or some shit
The fuckin.. groovy ghoulies and friends or somethin {*laughing*}

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah.. back by popular demand, it's about to get Godly
Yeah.. hold it now!  AOWWW!
C'mon, c'mon (c'mon).. yeah
Huh.. c'mon, c'mon (c'mon).. yeah
Huh!

Bear witness on the way we stay cuttin 'em down
In two-thousand-two, shuttin 'em down
Have you sippin on it 'til you start suckin it down
I hope you know that we ain't FUCKIN around
Niggaz you betta BELIEVE when you see me the shit be double trouble
I overLOAD and take this SHIT to another level
I shut it down, sho' nuff, pack ya bags
Let me work, make it hurt, cause I'm next wreck
Lay flat nigga hit the deck, or face big DISrespect
In addition the SHIT we wreck
Firework flow, spit and make a BIG effect
Bang it in the truck until ya whole SHIT eject, c'mon
Stop nigga, close ya shop
SCUD missile launched fire burn quick, every SHIT we drop
From the GROUND with another sound yes we put it down
and always BOOM and pound, so we shut 'em down

[Chorus]
I shut 'em down (shut 'em down, shut shut shut 'em down)
I shut 'em down (sh-sh, sh-sh, shut shut 'em down)
I shut 'em down (shut 'em down, shut shut shut 'em down)
I shut 'em down (shut 'em, sh-shut, shut shut 'em down)
I shut 'em down (shut 'em down, shut-sh-shut 'em down)
I shut 'em down (sh-sh, sh-sh, shut shut 'em down)
I shut 'em down (shut 'em down, shut shut shut 'em down)
I shut 'em down (shut 'em down, shut shut 'em down)

[Busta Rhymes]
Hah!
One two three four five six seven eight nine
Comin THROUGH, betta tuck in ya shine
Once ya lookin for the HEAT, if ya seek it will find
I had these devils watchin me sayin these sneakers is mine!
Now hold up - we drop the bomb first then get under ya mom's skirt
to get her frenzied like a motherfuckin rock concert
While you're busy and tryin to FIGURE what the God's worth
I'll malfunction your plans 'til the motherfuckin sound work
Now I'ma CUSS when I BUST ya ass
And leave 'em stiff when I hit 'em like a MUSTARD gas
Steam fire when I puff, then I flick the ash
You wack and I had enough, put your shit in the trash
Now you know we got the shit in the smash
Wild until you slip and you crash, y'know we keep the SHIT in the stash
From the GROUND when we come around, yes we put it down
and always BOOM AND POUND, when we shut 'em down

[Chorus]

As we rockin you all to the future
Ahhh, we come to give you that
Operatin like we be official
Yeah, we come to multiply
And we're plannin the scheme for the long win
Yeah, our shit be always right
Every move you'll see how it's related..

We gon' change things
Yea, Genesis niggaz
We gotta introduce y'all to the motherfuckin new millenium bounce
Yea, two-thousand and one hot shit hot shit c'mon
All my niggaz in the place, all my bitches in the place
C'mon, c'mon, let's get to it
Let's get to it, let's get to it
All my niggaz and my bitches let's get to it
New milleni-nigga bounce, new millenium bounce
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon

Aiyyo it's colder than a muh'fucka, who just let the hawk in?
Nigga guess who just walked in?
Lynch, most (?) makes them other niggaz sit upon the bench broke
Then I step up in a trenchcoat nigga
Got no time to be fuckin with them wonderama niggaz
Let me loosen up your bra-strap mama nigga
LISTEN UP!  Look how we be rippin up and got the party pickin up
and got you niggaz spittin up SHIT
No pain, nigga never no gain, nigga no strain
O.D. into my cocaine music
Spit that venom; pretty thick bitches walk by
If you let 'em pussy printin through they denim
Take her for a ride 'round the block, let her enjoy the whip
Drop her off, let her walk the strip
Ain't it funny how nature work?
Make bitches wanna bounce on a nigga 'til they make it hurt, c'mon

[Chorus]
Shake yo' shit until you make it hurt
Throw yo' pussy 'til you make it hurt
Pop that shit until you make it hurt
Bounce 'til you really wanna make it hurt
Now bang yo' head until you make it hurt
C'mon, stomp yo' feet until we make it hurt
Pound that shit until we make it hurt
Until we make it hurt, now let's make it hurt

Are we ever gonna stop nigga?  HECK NO!
Shit now let me rip the muh'fucka from the get-go, nigga
Let go 'fore you make a nigga wanna let the tec blow
Bitches dancin like a stepshow, nigga
Violate nigga, you gets no love, ghetto
Only give a nigga show love ditto
Your clique too little, fuck givin niggaz a riddle
Fuck around I turn your wife into a widow
Nitro nigga, make you wanna wild on the floor
like a bunch of little psycho niggaz
Presto, shit we got a expo of bitches in here
Whylin like a bunch of lesbo bitches
The best show of bitches, so electro bitches, c'mon
Get on your mark, get ready set go bitches
Then we go and add a little propane to it
Then we send another whole flame through it
Clear everything in my path, before I split you in half
You wack nigga, better get you a staff
The freak bitches try to hit me with math
Brushin off wack niggaz while them same bitches givin me ass, yo
Now let me give you more hot shit, just for the record
and make bitches wanna get ass-naked, c'mon
Party 'til you wanna lash out
Better yet, y'all niggaz party 'til you motherfuckin pass out!

[Chorus]

C'mon!  Throw yo' hands up high y'all
Light yo' L, get high y'all
Shit you can't deny y'all
Don't lie y'all, don't try y'all
All my niggaz inside y'all
C'mon, let's start that shit y'all
C'mon, and you know we won't quit
Then bang niggaz with hit after hit y'all, c'mon
In the meantime nigga just pass me the Henny, c'mon
Little Cris' and a bottle of the Remi
Write a bit and STILL sortin it out
Flipmode up in this muh'fucka nigga, whatchu talkin about?
Hold up - a lot of people ain't compatible nigga
They be buggin on how a nigga spend capital nigga
Ain't it funny how nature work?
Hot shit'll make 'em bounce 'til she really wanna make it hurt, c'mon

[Chorus] 2x

[Busta Rhymes]
Yo me and my niggas and my clique be getting mad cream
Balling the club, now I'm drunk having a bad dream
This mothafucker tried to greet me with wealth
I never knew that I would see that day that I would meet the devil himself
This nigga was eagerly waiting to prove it
Astonishingly, already dancing to his own burial music
Well anyway, he plottin' to do it to me
In a certain kind of way, and started off directly popping shit to me
While he spoke a couple of fires would spark
While he sat in the shadow talking his shit we watch the sky getting dark (he said)

[Devil]
(?) Where it hurts
I'll leave you in a (?) straight up leaking in the back of a church
Let a ghosting crib and haunt you like a ghost in your home
Leaving you old and crippet like them ruins in Rome
Watch your body shrivel up and turn your asses to smoke
Fuck your flesh don't get yo blood sucked, the blood of ya foes
I be that nigga that'll torture your spouse
And leave a thousand body bags like truth.com in front of your house

[Busta]
Got me bugging on a whole notha level
Tell me how the fuck a nigga really end up having beef with the devil
Shit bomb the whole effect the nigga had on my dreaming
Body reacting mentally, going to war with the demon
Seem (?) like the typical storm
So embellished in the dream a nigga felt it in the physical form
The dream got my nose runny and shit
Eyes watery, shorty watching my body twitch funny and shit
Giving shorty sleeping with me the creeps
She bugging off how a nigga just sweating and breathing so hard in his sleep
Determined to conquer this nigga so let it begin
Absolutely focused on killing the demon within
So now we fight in the name of my brethren
And every blow connect during the fight you can hear the thunder roll into heaven,
Ain't hell a deep breath of fresh air
The devil's presence blows a cold draft leaving a scent of death in the air
While my mind was reassembling now
Simultaneous wifey watching a nigga body trembling now
Couldn't conquer me so now the devil wanted me dead
Stabbing a nigga with the same bone he ripped from his head
Yo its funny how the devils'll test us
But if fully select, niggas bless with something some'll raggle with impressions
Til I'm dead I'm always battling through
You can't believe you cut my main vein that all my blood be traveling through
Somebody gotta die, settle the score
Because it's me or this nigga, I'm fighting to the death, I'm ready for WAR

[Jaheim]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah,
Yeah yeah yeah yeah...
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah...
Jah and Busta-Bus (Heh)
Jaheim and Busta baby (Heh)
Jah and Busta baby...

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah.. wife in law, my bitch for the triflin whore
Type of bitch to make a nigga get the right things for
Bitch sexy, and beautiful, and gangsta, and golden
Love to fuck a nigga till the pussy dry and swollen
My lil' bitch had a figure like a wine glass
Slim bitch stackin like a muhfucker with a fine ass
Word to mother; bitch nasty like me
Love to fuck a nigga in places where people could see
The bitch send a chill like cold freezin a nigga
The way she holdin and bitin and suckin and squeezin a nigga
Down and dirty bitch never dick teasin a nigga
Got her own paper and focused on pleasin a nigga
She ain't out for gettin a nigga or fuckin my life
She only wanna fuck a nigga while he fuckin his wife
There was nuttin she couldn't achieve
In the mornin bitch was across the street waitin for wifey to leave
Called me on the cell while the wife was runnin a bath
She can't wait for me to fuck her, till I cum in her ass
Just a long-time chick I used to fuck from the past
She love to out-fuck a nigga, see how long I could last
It be nice the way she always let me dig in her rib
The bitch fuck a nigga like she wanna move in my crib
Bitch I always knew ya ass was a star
In the daytime, whippin the droptop, givin me head in my car

[Chorus]
When a woman needs love, just like you do
Oh, don't kid yourself, into thinkin that you don't
Cuz she will fool around, just like you do
Ohh, don't kid yourself, into thinkin that she won't

[Busta Rhymes]
C'mere bitch and place ya pussy right where it belong
And put me in the mood to fuck just like a Jodeci song
I love the little freaky shit you be approachin me on
Dick all in ya mouth, you know what type of shit I be on
The way the pussy lock feel like we about to be stuck
All outside busy, givin me the balcony fuck
Hold on get up off of me quick
Bitch grab the X.O. and suck the Hennessey up off of my dick
So quick, so fast, bitch'll come out her skirt
Fuck a nigga till it hurt, while the wifey at work
The bitch'll even call her girl so I can fuck with her friend
And fall asleep to wake up and start fuckin again
Straigh nasty little bitch no horsin around
The bitch even want me to fuck her when she walkin around
Hold up, it's kinda ill how we be workin the caper
She ain't only good for pussy, she be givin me paper
Wife-in-law, my bitch be always keepin it raw
Always slidin out before the wifey walk in the door
They way she fuck me on straight for the night
Wifey still ain't make it home, I wonder if she workin late for tonight
Wifey actin funny style but I ain't fuckin with that
She ain't call the crib so I wonder where wifey was at
Hmmm.. shit kinda had me buggin before
But now I laugh because wifey had a husband-in-law

[Chorus] 2x

Heh... Heh...

[Busta Rhymes]
Roll wit a nigga, put on some roller skates (laughs)
yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Come on!
Hot shit! More more more more more more!
We gon continue to give it to you muhfuckas like this
Put ya fuckin roller skates on!
Yeah, hennessy niggas
Yeah, more weed niggas
I know it feel good come on, talk to ya beat (Huh)

Thug niggas, yo we here to straight recruit y'all
New millini niggas yo we here to straight salute y'all
(Shoot y'all) Wack niggas we here to mute y'all
And drop shit to make all you niggas just get the boot y'all, baby
Wiggle ya shit one time (come on)
Fuck you and your whole entire click combined (come on)
...Whatever the cost now, floss now
Show you niggas who be the boss now
All across the board wild they be bouncin my obstacle course now
Sparkle with a gloss pushin a force now
Now I get my wine and dine on, slide on
A dick of a nigga who bust in you to get his shine on
See some real live chicks sippin them mistics
They buggin on how they let a nigga up in 'em this quick
Don't get it twisted or we'll bring the most reliable (what!)
We bringin that shit that be so undeniable

[Chorus]
Y'all wanna know who we with
Busta Rhymes and there's only one
You know my man is always rockin shit
We keep it street cause that's where we're from
You comin out to do your thing
Underground heat to the club we bring
And you know that we got this
And you know that we got this

[Busta]
(Hugh) Brand new, all the way down the line
From the new bounce the new money down to the newest shine
Wit the new blue nine though I had to bust it a few times
Watch these funny niggas and analyze all the true signs
In due time we will accumulate, illuminate
My click will fuck up the money you allowin your crew to make
Yeah, and while we step up in the hot spot
And fuck with these bitches until somebody start to bust shots
Niggas duck for a second make sure they ain't the ones got
To start the party against me (Ho) and yell blood clot!
Everything be goin on from chicks blowin kisses
Straight wildin out while these niggas surround these freak bitches
Once somebody else started bustin they heat vicious
I started holdin my toast, defendin all my street riches
Up in the club champagne up in the ice bucket
Now these niggas is wildin and throwin they drinks (Fuck it!)

[Chorus]

[Mary]
Now don't get mad, cause what you had
Too bad it didn't last
And now we're back on this Busta track
And now the games on smash

[Busta]
Yeah, all my live niggas get yours
Floss heavy, all my bitches bounce on the floor
Check it, squads deep with niggas everybody on
Make the livest motherfuckers wanna bounce to my song
Check it, my niggas organize, analyze the teamwork
And how a bad shorty rockin that Rah Digga T-shirt
And keep it goin while you tag along, swing along
And see my niggas that be reppin while you sing along

[Chorus] 2X

[Busta Rhymes]
Genesis
Genesis
Genesis
Genesis
Genesis
Genesis
Genesis
Genesis

[Hook]
As we welcome you after the future
Oh! we come to give you that
Operating like we be official
Yeah! we come to mutiply
And were planning a scheme for the long win
Yeah!our shit be always right
Every move you'll see how it's related

[Busta]
Genesis
Genesis
Genesis

[Hook]

[Busta]
Genesis
Genesis

While we continuosly stay sculpturing bombs
Love, unconditional greetings with opening arms
And for my worthy niggas i'm a die tyrin for ya'll
With the blessing of an angel tear cryin' for ya'll
Back to the foundation, takin you, wander back where it all started
With a whole new beginning and a brand new hunger
Starving to where my skin was suffocating my ribs
Now we got bitches interior decorating my crib
Touch the love I got like you holdin my heart in my hand
And watch my manifest that shit was all a part of the plan
The fashion that I choose to deal with this shit
Sometimes it's so hard to describe the passion that I feel for this shit
How many struggles I survived just to eat this meal
Never thought ya'll maybe thinkin' that it could be this real
Flipmode up in this bitch now let me make you aware
Too late for turning back my nigga cause we takin' it there

[Hook]

[Busta Rhymes]
Genesis
Genesis
Genesis
And leave!

And leave a mark until it's deep in the floor
Ya'll niggas fucked up never should've let let me get my feet in the door
And then I step through, fuck wiping my feet at the door 
I be the deacon i'm beatin' niggas and speaking of raw
Strictly raw shit is what niggas be seeking me for
testing my strenght, that's what the devil's trying to weaken me for
C'mon, yes! and ya'll off to the next step for sure
Rep and make you wanna accept more
Niggas analyze the jewel that I reveal in a rhyme
I'm like something that has evolved about a million times
Peep the display with all the new features
The way we really doin it, these mu-fuckas probably wouldn't believe it
Flipmode Squad by all means I pledge of allegiance
With the great feeling of people like the comin' of Jesus
While a lot  of other niggas don't be telling you nothing
That be the same bullshit that's always pushin' my buttons
Godly is how we rep this undeniable force
You like a weak preacher, sware, you smack dead on a cross
Smack ya fingers for tryin' to put your hands in the sauce
Sometimes i think that it would be best if you run
And do yourself a favor, cause you got your whole life ahead of you son!
A whole new thang starting for me
Smell so much ass in a spot, the beat got the world fartin' for me
When I spit you know I always love to gun a shit hard
While you loving, hating niggas trying to tarnish the God
I know some dudes that would love to bring the hatred to ya'll
While I continue to bless you with shit that's is sacred to ya'll
Even if I had to bend you in place
I always put it down and rep my niggas from the most genuine place
From my street corner niggaz to my live niggas everywhere
Too late for turning back, we takin' it there

[Hook]

[Busta] 35x
Genesis

[Busta Rhymes]
Let's get it goin
Yeah... yeah
I'm about to Picasso a new picture for you mufuckas
I'm baaack... yeah
I just want every one of you mothafuckas that here to do one thing with me
C'mon

[Chorus]
Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise
C'mon, New York, Jersey, Philly, Bemore, D.C., Virginia, come on!
Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise
N.C., ATL, Chicago, Cleveland, Miami, LA, Houston

We bite the nigga straight outta jail, give me the money nigga
I'll smack you stupid, ain't nuttin funny nigga
I'll lay a nigga out and use they ass to shoot like a marble black floor
Bloody something like a hacksaw
And then we stash a couple gats in the bag because we at war
Pistol whip some of these niggas, leavin em wit cracked jaws
Battlin like we in costalon, niggas see you supposed to know
We extremely serious niggas
You see it's so marvelous how we just strap more, pack more
No chichi niggas allowed, just throw em out the back door
This lone menace got it wicked for the protenants
You niggas soft like limp dick and lead progenes
Blessin the younger thug wit shit to look forward to
The god is back, so niggas is quick and to fast forward you
Yo, this shit be straight energy
You've been fuckin wit Flip Mode, nigga, while I'm refreshin your memory
C'mon!

[Chorus]
Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise
N.O., Seattle, Detroit, St Louis, Dalas, South Carolina, niggas c'mon!
Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise
Connecticut, Pennsylvania, Boston, Buffalo, Delaware, Okland, Little Rock, c'mon!

You see it's hectic, respect it
Blow up your deck until my cassette is ejected
How I will beat you just like your father, don't even bother
However nigga, whatever nigga, who wanna follow?
It gets coarse like the calice of a struggling black foot under privilege
I'm quick to stick you for your whole bank book
Bitches follow my bounce and follow my flow
Follow me now, follow me later, follow my glow
Ayyo, follow instructions and follow the pro
And to follow my magic, bitches wanna follow my doe
Keepin ya bouncing, got all my people singin the hook
Got bitches buggin like how niggas be wild in the brook
Look, we street niggas, while you live by the book
Funny nigga, ain't no need to shoot yourself in the foot
Fuck wit bitches that's gettin doe and they know how to cook
In every struggle, I always did whatever it took!
So all my niggas

[Chorus]
Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise
Maryland, Michigan, Kansas, Kentucky, Alabama, Indiana, Utah, c'mon!
Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise
Phoenix, Memphis, Nashville, Mississippi, Rhode Island, Colorado, Wyoming, fuck it
Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise
Idaho, Illinois, Minnesota, Missouri, Oklahoma, Overgod, South Dakota, come on!
Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise
Almafon boroughs, Brooklyn, Queens, Yorksman, Hatinstaton alley niggas, come on!

Ha, yeah, everybody rise, come on
Everybody rise again, rise wit me mufuckas
As I welcome you all to the genesis
A whole new foundation, A whole new idea
A whole new experience
A whole... entire... new... movement
Busta Rhymes, Flip Mode Squad, I salute y'all
Yeah, yeah, come on, everybody riiiiiiiiiiiiiiise
Yeah, yeah, enough of the intro shit, let's get straight to it

[P.Diddy]
Oh yea, I like this, Ladies & Gentlemen
The time you all been waitin for
(lets do it, do it, do it)
This is a Bad Boy, Flipmode collaboration
(Come on)

[P. Diddy]
Shake ya ass (come on), watch yourself (o.k)
I'm the man (lets go) and no one else
raah, raah

[Busta Rhymes]
Like a dungeon dragon
Still king of the flow, while my mink be draggin'
I said I'm sick with the flow
Stick a dick in ya hoe
Make them shut down the club, we threw a brick in da door

[P. Diddy]
Shit, I'm the number man, hot like summerjam

[Busta]
Slick like Fonsareli, and rich like cunningham
I stretch them like rubber bands (I make them say)
Oh shit, the bitch got up and left with another man 
(Saaay what!?, wha is you talkin bout?)
Theres nothin to talk about (see), you just a walk about
I light a long L, and just blowin the smoke about

[P. Diddy]
See, we serious wit it, they aint nothin to talk about

[Busta]
And while I scope it out, I love the way you bounce
Shake ya shit tuck in ya ass in poke it out, come on

[Chorus]
[Busta] Give me the Henny, you can give me the Cris
You can pass me the Remi, but the pass the Courvoisier
[Diddy]Give me the ass, you could give me the dough
You can give me 'dro, but pass the Courvoisier
[Busta]Give me some money, you can give me some cars
But you can give me the bitch make sure you pass the Courvoisier
[Diddy] Give me some shit, you can give me the cribs
You can give me whaever just pass the Courvoisier

[P. Diddy]
We got these hoes lovin it
They gettin familiar man, they screamin out my government (Sean John)
I like them in twins like doublement (Don Juan)

[Busta]
We be bangin all types of chicks from here to (Hong Kong)
The best dressed bitches actin all cute to my shit
And get the wlyin out they actin like a ? to my shit
?? go a distance from yours, we holdin Jewish money now
Down to the credit card different from yours

[Diddy]
Its the law for me to get in ya drawers
I run the city of cars, they call me Mr. Diddy, the boss
You know me, the only G to willy a porshe

[Busta]
We get dough in all land the size of philly of course
Can imagine the price that my jewlery really would cost
We go to clubs with a briefcase and a half milli to floss (damn)
Fuck around and you can really get tossed
Ken Griffey flow, call me Alaska 'cause I be the king of the frost
What you can do is

[Chorus]

[Hook]
Five thousand boomin watts
I got a thousand karats all over my watch
Travel lighty, flow back easy
Back with the bus-a-bus and the P.D
We stay livin at the top of the charts
The shit we be spittin, be state of the art
We rockin ya block shit, wlyin like rock shit
Strapped with the gun and the street corner hot shit

[Diddy]
Now we sittin' in the drop top pretty
Knock, knock who is he?

[Busta]
Bus-a-bus, I put it down and this I get busy
(Excuse me bus-a-bus)
Full control of the city, if you aint know

[Diddy]
By the way, the name is Puff
It aint my fault ya dane corrupt
We went form Henny, to Remi to Moe to Belve to..

[Busta]
The game is us; we gettin money motherfucker
And the game we trust
Everytime we put it down, reppin the name is a must
Flipmode!

[Chorus] 2x

[Puff Talking:]
yea, yea, yea just pass the Courvoisier
yea, pass me that louie that motherfuckin' that that iron groove
Nineteen vintage motherfuckin' medievil 
Ow, bitch. Yea, just pass the courvoisier
That that shit make, that dark shit just me wanna fuck
Straight up, I just need to know 
Dis nigga Diddy dick hard as a..(*mumbles*)

[Busta Talking]
Bounce, Bounce, Bounce niggas
Come on bounce, come on bounce, bounce
Come on bounce bitches, come on bounce
Come on bounce, come on bounce
Everybody bounce niggas, come on bounce
What come on, come on
I'm sayin bounce bitches, come on bounce now

Yes, yes yall, you know we talkin it all
See how we bringin the street corner to Cargenie Hall
It be so funny to see how badly they want it
The fall, fuckin up somethin me and my niggas is ready to brawl (ha!)
Now I'm ready to call my niggas get off of the wall
I run up in the club like how these bitches will run in the mall
While we poppin the collar holla you need to folla the scholar (aiyyoo!)
Hustle for dollas and rock it until manana
My niggas, KNOW HOW WE DO IT
I do it for the love and the riches, my niggas hittin them switches
I got the rent from my bitches 
(You fuck around, youse a gonner!); Put this shit back in order
And keep in mind that I might be fuckin somebodys daughter
My niggas that be keepin it gully and hang on the corner
Bitches get the strippin and shakin they shit how they wanna
Let me see it mama, and start showin ya shit
I love the way you make it bounce and get the throw on ya shit

[Chorus]
Bounce, represent where you from (Bounce)
Let me see ya throw it (bounce), Let me see ya throw it (bounce)
To all my ladies (bounce), I love the way you make it (bounce)
Let me see ya throw it (bounce), Let me see ya throw it (bounce)
EAST COAST NIGGAZ! (bounce); Now let me see ya throw it (bounce)
WEST COAST NIGGAZ! (bounce); Now let me see ya throw it (bounce)
MY DIRTY SOUTH NIGGAZ! (bounce); Now let me see ya throw it (bounce)
MY MIDWEST NIGGAZ! (bounce); Now let me see ya throw it (bounce)

Now let me warn ya (bounce) 
The way we comin you we bringin the storm ya'll
Pack the garden up watchin all of my niggas form ya'll
The way we always do it, you sayin we wrong ya'll (ah-roo)
You still be lovin the way we put it on ya'll
OH BABY! I know you know I really mean well
Mizzy givin me head all up inside of my V-12
Female bitches throwin they pussy at retail
All up in ya face see every inch of it get detailed (ah-hah!)
Now we rollin wit bigger money we foldin (ah-hah!)
Crackin (?) in the safe in money we holdin (ah-hah!)
Hold on, pause, these bitches be droppin they drawers
Layin flat on they stomache and poppin it all on the floor
Comin to get us, we tossin ya niggaz like lettuce (uh-auh)
Leavin you beat up we threaten the moment you met us
Bitches open for bonin' and fuckin they starvin the let us
Sweatin and drippin on niggaz and startin to wet us (so!)
Check out the way that we reppin we comin to get it (ah-roo!)
Get the fuck out the club if you aint rollin wit it
I be givin you bitches some shit you be wontin to goggle
Hittin these bitches that focus on wantin' to model
Wether you whippin up in the truck or you revin' the trottle
Or you wlyin up in the club or you throwin the bottle
Just let me see it mama! and start showin ya shit
I love the way you make it bounce and get the throw on ya shit

[Chorus]

Bounce

Here we come yo, here we go (Its goin on now)
Here we come yo, here we go (Its goin on now)
Here we come yo, here we go (Its goin on now)

Busta Rhymes nigga, here we go
Flipmode nigga, here we go
Neptunes nigga, here we go
Once again my niggas, here we go
Arrrrah!

Come on, guess whos back in town,
Bitches get on the dance floor and pull ya shit on doownnah!
From miles around,
I been fuckin bitches up and flip a brand new soundraah!
The most hot shit all around
So hot it make a bitch wanna give me a poundraah!
Huh, fall on the ground, (come on)
Roll up a backwood and stay steamin the brrownraah!
The way we comin to town,
See we controllin the fort now, nigga give me the crrownraah!
Talk that shit to me girl, arrah, wha you say, arrah!
Strip for me, I got the camcorder shorty make her flip for mearrah!
And how ya ass get split for mearrah!
See how we makin you black
And from the party and we keep the D.J bringin' it back
Im sayin

[Hook] 2x
Uh, uh, uh along with the track man, uh
Part of me, uh, as I come back
Uh, uh, uh along with the track man, uh
Part of me, uh, as I come back, nigga

What we gon do in two thousand two,
Eventhough we havin fun in two thousand oneraah!
Stay strapped, grippin my gun
Up in the truck, packed with bitches stackin my onerrah!
And while we wlyin' in fun,
All of my bitches show me ya ass and rep where you fromraah!
Come on, arrah, cuttin' it down 
Such a way we make police come and shuttin it downrraah!
I hope you see how we takin it there
And while we at it motherfuckers throw ya hands in the airraah!
Valet parkin the car
While we up in the club buyin every drink in the barraah!
We givin you this shit, come on 
We showin niggas how we always flip the script come onrraah!
Back off, get out of my face, 
And everytime we come through nigga, give me my space
Im sayin

[Hook] 2x

For my dogs we be keepin it raw
But bitches be gasin a nigga, please give me some moreraah!
They way you be shakin ya shit to the floorrah!; Damn!...arrah!!
I'ma give it to you mami for sure
And if you couldn't take it what is you fuckin me forrah!
Ya niggas know how to act
And when we arrive niggas know we come to pushin shit back
Im sayin

[Hook] 2x

* appears in the -1:30 before "Get Off My Block"

[Spliff Star (Busta Rhymes)]
("What?") "Check it, what, ha. ("Noooooo!") Ha! Ha-ha, ha! ("Hey!") Yeah."
("I don't care! What?! What?! Uhhh...")

It's the musical felon, the black John Lennon
who keep the gat between the brief and the denim
The way the world is headed, I can see how it's endin'
but I'm gonna get this paper from now to armageddon
My mental's too strict, my squad is too thick,
I fucked up and slipped but I quickly caught a grip
Since my man put me on, ("Eh-heh.") I took another route
I'm wreckin' shows you know from here to over South
Them mothafuckas know exactly talkin' about
Spliff Star, see me on MTV
Fuck that! I'm comin' to gain on Soul Train
Now I'm gettin' paid like that nigga Damon Wayans
Fuck that! No more stress on the brain!
Fuck that! No more sellin' cocaine!
I'm out there, I'm out there on the radio
Catch me in the video doin' my thing
Still smokin' crucial bang
Just came off my P-O ("Yo!")
I'm in my basement writin' 'nough flow
That's right, my fuckin' brain's open
Got you jealous niggas on the sides slopin'
Smell the weed I'm totin'
It's stink like skunks, I'm beatin' down you punks
Now shut the fuck up! ("'K up! 'K up! 'K up...")

[Busta Rhymes]
"Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo, what the-what the fuck is goin' on in my shit?! Ayyo,
Spliff Star! How the fuck you up in my shit, got your fuckin' songs on my LP,
nigga? Nigga, we know your shit comin' out in '98, mothafucka! Have patience!
Mawfucka tryin' to bogart space on my LP..."

Busta Rhymes, 2000 
We got the fire now 
Come on! 

Hey, come on, hey 
Whether it's from all of us 
You best believe Busta rhymes more flavor than all the rest 
From all the mess, hardcoreness from all the stress 
Gotsta get this flawless flow from off my chest 
Whose impossible folding impossible flow 
Ain't a thing in the world that ain't culpable so so 
I make you anticipate great 
Type shape real live niggas appreciate 
To the utmost I pack toast, keep the gat closed 
Run niggas to the island I pack most 
After the gun burst quench my blood thirst 
We will be leavin' you much worse so one hearse 
Yo, now we embellish fuck the jealous 
And they mark on niggas now what you gon' tell us 
Skydiver, short circuit just like a live wire 
And give it the niggas because we got the FIRE! 

[Chorus]
All my people in the place (Iyyiiiyyiiiiyyiiiiyyiiiii) 
Just put your hands up in the air 
And while we blow the spot and keep it hot 
You got that FIRE! 
Jump, shake, bounce when we come to you turn you out 
It's Flipmode Squad that keeps on right your rightest place 
We got that FIRE! 

Aiyyo 
Rock until I'm gone 
Till the party's over and he start turnin' the lights on 
Type of shit, right inside your whole crew be on 
Be the bullshit, so keep movin' on 
No I ain't havin' it 
Why you grabbin' it, my flow is immaculate 
Passionate when it comes to the fire that you have to get 
Then I tackle it and kill like we Jackal and Jaffolit 
Rob niggas and give it to the church so they can raffle it 
Now you can distinguish how 
Afro-English flowin' broke in English 
Witness how we stay hot and how we keep us goslin' 
Women flawsin' blow the spot often 
(WHAT) niggas say (WHAT) you need to calculate 
Re-evaluate the shit off so we retaliate 
Marinate, when I give the hustle and carry weight 
And bust up niggas like you would have the Bleat Estate 
It's the niggas like y'all I hits for only when it counts 
Black on the set and make motherfuckers bounce 
Connected the raw types of shit 
To make your bitch bug and make niggas pull out cake 
Hey I think it's whack yo, I stack dough, and pack a rap show 
And then let all of my niggas in the back door 
And let the spot short circuit just like a live wire 
And give it the niggas because we got the FIRE! 

[Chorus]

FIRE! 

You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch
You really are a heel,
You're as cuddly as a cactus, you're as charming as an eel, Mr. Grinch,
You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel!

You're a monster, Mr. Grinch,
Your heart's an empty hole,
Your brain is full of spiders, you have garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch,
I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!

You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch,
You have termites in your smile,
You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Grinch,
Given a choice between the two of you I'd take the seasick crocodile!

You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch, 
You're the king of sinful sots,
Your heart's a dead tomato splotched with moldy purple spots, Mr. Grinch,
You're a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce!

You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch,
With a nauseous super "naus"!,
You're a crooked dirty jockey and you drive a crooked hoss, Mr. Grinch,
Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful
assortment of rubbish imaginable mangled up in tangled up knots!

You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch,
You're a nasty wasty skunk,
Your heart is full of unwashed socks, your soul is full of gunk, Mr. Grinch,
The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote,
"Stink, stank, stunk"!

[Busta Rhymes]
Yea.. Check it out, see
The only thing you need to do right here is,
Is nod your fuckin head
Yeah, yeah
Break ya fuckin neck bitches
Yeah, yeah
Here we go now..

Where we goin now?
Where we goin now?
Give it away, give it away, give it away now
Give it away, give it away, give it away now
Just give it away nigga
Yeah, here we go now

Tell me wat'chu really wanna do (Come here ma)
Talk to a nigga, talk with me
You look like you could really give it to a nigga,
from the way you talk and the way ya try to walk for me
The way you really try to put it on a dawg
Threw ya hips like ya never did before for me
The way you break yo' back, and I break yo' neck,
and the way you try to put it on the floor for me
(Come on!) Come on (Come on!) Oh yeah
Tell me where my niggas is at (Ok!!)
Lemme address y'all niggas one time,
while I lock that down, and I hit'cha wit that (YOU GONE!)
That bomb shit, y'all niggas gone all day
Be the nigga in the drop,
Y'all niggas know every time I come through,
this motherfucker, where we always takin the ride
(So let me do this bitch)
Y'all niggas know when we come, we be makin it flop,
the way we makin it hot'll make a nigga wanna stop... {*pause*}
Get money, then cash that check for me
All my niggas just bust yo' tech for me
Everybody from every hood bang yo' head,
'til you break your motherfuckin head for me!

[Chorus]
Just let me give you real street shit,
to rap in yo' shit with
We clap yo' seat, we whyle this heat
Keep bouncin up and down these streets
So nod yo' head and
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Bang yo' head until you start to
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck!

Come along now (Let's put it down nigga!)
When I bounce back and you know I done caught my breath,
y'all niggas all know how we do,
when the way we bang niggas in the head, and we do it to death
(We fold 'em back whodi!) The fire boy, you know we bakin a ounce
I know you love the way we be givin you the music, makin you bounce
Now fuck it up just a little for my niggas,
everytime we come through niggas know that we did it for y'all (Uh-huh)
And the way we do it for the people,
niggas know we always give it to y'all
I said bounce (Come on!)
In the day time or the night, when ya creepin along,
Well just bang this shit up in the truck,
while you break yo' neck, now motherfucker try to figure my flow
See the way we come right through (When we come right through!)
We be always blowin the spot, again and again,
and make a nigga really wanna STOP... {*pause*}
Better tell yo' crew, yo' peeps,
all my niggas better put they troops on
And gather up your soldiers nigga,
you know you better keep yo' boots on
All my niggas in the place (Aiyyo!)
Wave your hands high now, and the way we put it down,
make a nigga wonder what he really gonna try now
What'cha really wanna do?
Just place your bet, and put'cha money where ya mouth is (Ah-hoo)
All my niggas in the street just break yo' neck and keep on boun-cin!

[Chorus]

Here we go, and you know everytime Busta-Bus be holdin the fort,
my nigga watch how we shuttin it down,
The way we put it on, comin through like a steamroller,
me and Dre nigga ain't no fuckin around
My nigga (WHAT!) Yeah whattup,
Me and my team got a link cuz you know we stay choppin it up
And when get up in the club,
or how my niggas at the bar how we lockin it up
And we get a little (High!) And we get a little (Drunk!)
And we get a little (Crunk! Come on!)
Lemme give y'all niggas some shit,
that'll make you wanna bang this out yo' trunk (Come on!)
Get money, then cash that check for me
All my niggas just bust yo' tech for me
Everybody from every hood, bang yo' head,
'til you break yo' motherfuckin neck for me!

[Chorus]

[Busta Rhymes]
Silkk the Shocker, Busta Rhymes
Never been done before you motherfuckers
Tanks and armored trucks bitches
Don't get it fucked up
Don't even look at me diagonally
You better look at me straight up and down
Six o'clock bitch, check it out now

[Busta Rhymes]
First and foremost I'm only here to knock shit down
And push ya shit back and completely lock shit down
And make sure niggas know how to act
The way we blaze shit, imagine if we really had to resort to the gat

[Silkk the Shocker]
Yeah, we treat niggas like audiences just clap em' down
Well fuck what happened before this what's happenin' now
For you niggas who hate, really can't stand for this
Break both ya legs, now ya can't really stand for shit

[Busta Rhymes]
You motherfuckers thought the game was the same
Now a days niggas in the hood got dabs to shoot down a plane
We bloody niggas so quick and so fast
Instead of givin' niggas that gat I prefer to put a foot in they ass

[Silkk the Shocker & Busta Rhymes]
I got something for them dudes who be tryin' to be too hard
A street sweeper and I ain't talkin' about kind that can move ya car
I'm a bad dude (Oh yeah, I'm really talkin' about bad)
I'm a big ol' problem (And he ain't really talkin' about math)

[Hook]
To all my thugs in the street puttin' it down with us, come on
My real live soldiers puttin' it down with us, come on
My street corner colonels, uh, get down with us, come on
My dogs who hold they post down is down with us, where you at
Now all my people in the East is down with us, come on
My hustlers in the West is down with us, come on
My Dirty South gangstas, yeah, is down with us, come on
And forever keepin' it gully, ya know it's a must
I'm number one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one
One, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one
I'm number one

[Silkk the Shocker]
I know I'm the one, I'm supposed to win it
No type showin' lots of chips but they mostly twenties
Lots of Cris, mostly bottles
Lots of chicks, mostly models
Lots of bullets solid but they mostly hollow
Ya ain't gotta say nothin' nigga for me to dump off
Here my nuts can say right hear it's the jump off
I'm in the car, smoked when I drive, tear the roof of the coupe off
Me jump in the club, make em' tear the roof off

[Hook]

[Busta Rhymes]
To all my cats who think they thuggin' only doin' it wrong
The church bell rings only to play ya funeral song
You wack nigga throw them lyrics away
Before I turn ya to a ghost make angels carry ya spirit away
Even though my broad be holdin' a snub
A bottle of Cris can end up becomin' the worst weapon inside a club
The way we beat you with and the way we come with such brute force
This how we party and next time me and my whole crew floss
The new boss of this old shit
Before ya move me probably there's a million dudes ya have to go get
So Busta-Bus be makin' em' run
Under studio, every level I say it with conviction
I'm number one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one
One, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one

[Hook]

[Busta Rhymes]
Silkk the Shocker, Busta Rhymes
Never been done before you motherfuckers
The one