[Produced by J Dilla]
[Busta Rhymes:]
Somebody about to be punished
Rest in peace to my n***a Izzy
Rest in peace to my n***a J Dilla
Rest in peace to my n***a J Dilla
Rest in peace to my n***a J Dilla
Love Y'all n***as man
Watch what i do when honoring y'all name
Streets feel me!
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
I'm nice with the lead peel your edges like slices of bread
Precise, become a poltergeist, stickin knives inside of your head
What's the issue, on a roll, like a roll of toilet tissue(?)
I continue to expose you n***as that's so superficial
I script you your obituary then blow like a missile
Once i blow the whistle, motherf** may the forces be with you
Come with a style, im wildin', pile up my money so kosher
Then call up the sofa f**in' b**hes in back of the rover
Then bounce with the c**a, bag up b**hes outside of the Costa Rica area level, my features and carry my posters
[pause]
Unprecedented, i cemented, you changing your flow up
While helping you grow up, n***as know you for sounding so tore up
Challenging n***as, better hold on to your bannister n***as
f** around i'll stuff your body parts into cannisters n***as
Like you don't know the half, i'll bust your motherf**in a**
Busta buss, ca**, and papoose is f**in psychopaths
[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
Making n***as Wanna Get Hype Yo I'm PSYCHO [x8]
[Verse 2: Ca**idy]
My n***a beside me with triggers and n***as get bodied
I lock a strip and chop a brick like im Mr. Miyagi
But this ain't karate, i been sick since i pissed in a potty
I probably been proper since my papa put dick in my mommy
I'm a cannon man
Holdin' the hammer man
For the loot n***as shoot n***as like a camera man
Snappin' a picture, you get stuck like the back of a sticker
I got bars like the factory manufacturing snickers
And i do crimes for the bread like croutons
With two nines i be layin' clowns down like futon's
With the bullets in the rocket, my pocket's is full of cream
I'm blowin' steam, keep the steel in my hands like wolverine
[Busta: Congratulations on the -- Ca**. Welcome home n***a!]
Poppin' the metal, you n***as is not on my level
I'm locking the kettle man, i'm hot like a pot and a kettle
On the mic i spaz, who get as hype as ca**
And my n***a busta, we some muthaf**ing psychopath's
[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
Making n***as Wanna Get Hype Yo I'm PSYCHO [x8]
[Verse 3: Papoose]
I'm an iceberg trapped in a fire i won't melt
I'm a fetus that survived an abortion, i won't be k**ed
I'm the heart of Brooklyn, New York, I'm Bedstuy
I'm a christian woman's hand on the bible i won't lie
I'm the code of silence in the Gotti crew
I'm an empty mag right after a shootout, i just bodied you
Got something sup? shotgun pump, shot at you
Like kamakaze through, your baby mom's feel the wop co*k back
Cause she was sittin' on my lap
I stay with the oowop strap
I put your baby daddy in a body bag
When i squeeze and let the wop clap
I Baghdad(Bag That) like Iraq
[Papoose: Hold up lemme put my gun down. Busta Rhymes: Ayo i know they trying to figure out what you got going on Pap]
This is my era, you n***as is losers
I'm the new era(error) like a mistake on your computer
Got the infrared dot, bustin' you gullible s**ers too
Put a dot on your a** like www
[Chorus:]
Making n***as Wanna Get Hype Yo I'm PSYCHO [x8]