* (M) indicates only Madd Rapper
* (B) indicates only Busta Rhymes
Intro: Madd Rapper/Busta Rhymes
(M)Oh sh**
What da f** yo
(B)Yeah yeah
(M)Anotha colabo
Busta Rhymes
(B)Flipmode Crazy Cat Catalogue muthaf**ers, ayight
(M)For the street n***as
Word up Brooklyn
(B)Uh huh
(M)Rhyme specialist
Word up, watcha back
(B)Word bond
Verse 1: Madd Rapper/Busta Rhymes
(B) Yo yo, f** it my n***as, You know we gon ill
f*got n***as need to be quiet, and let da God build
(M) Ay yo, word, peace of the God, you know sh** is real
Still wonderin' how it feel, to hold a half-a-mil
Dey f**ed wit a weak lawyer, and signed a wacked deal
(B) Type of sh** that'll have you walk wit da illest ice grill
Masquerade and sherade of robberies, n***as stand still
(M) We take nickles, pennies, dimes, quarters, and dollar bills
Better run for the hills, and bounce wit da cat sk**z
My whole team feel, wit cats its no frills
(B) Da type to wet n***as, whenever dey mack spill
Rehearse robbin' n***as, like dey rehearsin' a fire drill
Randomly run up on n***as, at dey free will
(M) We strip down n***as, and spend doe for cheap thrills
(B) A couple of broke strippers, hustlin' birth control pills
We send dem broke b**hes, to boothes on Roosevelt Field
Hook: Madd Rapper/Busta Rhymes(Together)
Live n***a standin' right there, yeah
My live b**hes standin' right there
And if ya ridin' in ya truck and ya don't giva a f**
Turn it up to ten until ya'll n***as can't hear, yeah
Live n***a standin' right there, yeah
My live b**hes standin' right there
And if you ever in da front and ya smokin' a blunt
And you don't give a f** blow ya smoke up in da air
Verse 2: Madd Rapper
In case you forgot, Ima six floor n***a
A corner store, dollar and a dream, a big four n***a
I spit raw n***a, Don't know nuttin'
All I Know is I want ya doe, and hoes be frontin'
Word, a forty-five certified rap phenomenon
After da gold and platinum
Hated on me first, I'm mad at dem
So I Gotcha when dey sleep, and I squeeze my gat on dem
Flaten' Dem, Live at da Garden I'm packin' dem
D-Dot beats, I'm trackin' Dem, Attackin' dem
Namin' Names on records, gettin' back at dem
Closet a** h*mo n***as actin' masculine
Pack a gun, Just in case too many of you Run up in my face
Wit all dat ba**, act like yall can't get scraped
Straight erase, and take yo place
Mutha f**az
Hook:
Verse 3: Busta Rhymes
Check it out, this goes out to all my n***as, I'm givin' you a shout
Try and figure this out, word up
I'm talkin' to all my live muthaf**az who stay
f**in' chicken head crews, and bonafied dick s**az
n***as rollin' wild wips wit a great stash for
Da boomin' system, burnin' like a portable sound clash
f** meaty bone b**hes, who stocked wit a round a**
Livin' on a cell phone and gettin' hed in an E-Cla**
Please pa** the L, why you cradlin' sh**
Type of n***as to swindle you for yours ????? sh**
A dis ain't a game n***a
We damage yo frame n***as
Yo I could give a f** everyday robbin' da same n***a
Bark on da same n***a, make you know how to act
And blast a low budget on even a high calibur cat
Word to my mother Sometimes I think Its kinda funny
How I stay stackin' whether its mines or another n***as money
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