[Intro: Busta Rhymes and Method Man]
Aiyo, Tical? (What up, fam?)
You know Busta-Bust had to come see you, God, it's good to see you God
(Good too see you too, God)
Let's take the streets for a little ride (Okay, we ridin 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 (bye dead man die)
Yeah, I-I-I think the streets been lookin' for this one for a long time
(Yeah, aiyo) Come on!
[Verse 1: Method Man]
I came to bring the pain, more hard to the brain
(Tical), I'm busting that a** again
I burn like acid rain, that a** is lame
These n***as tryna see how I come? ask your dame
Ain't it evident I'm hittin' it? (yes!) Meth for President
Be in hell with gasoline drawers just for the hell of it
And I ain't delicate, flows hot as kettle get
Now if you ain't f**ing with that
You must be celibate
Spaz, just a little
Got a sack we can sizzle
Little hash in the middle, where it at
In the middle, yup
Mommy if you got a fat a**, make it jiggle yup
Put it in my next video shot by Little X
And M-E-F gon' work til their ain't any left
I'm trying to get what I'm worth and not a penny less
Think fast, (come on!) bank cash (come on!)
Everybody do it wit'cha stank a** (come on!)
[Hook: Method Man and 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 n***a (come on!), Manhattan (come on!)
To each and every hood what's happening (come on!)
[Interlude: Method Man and Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, let 'em talk, n***a, come on Bust
Aiyo, Meth, let me get at these n***as
Yeah
[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
Now watch me back your sh** up
I hope your people pull up
And pick up and pack your sh** up
Homey it's time to move
While I'm seeing right through you let me relieve you all of your
Figures seating screeching, never believing you n***as
Go head and babble
You can watch me patiently waiting
Aiming, attacking
Instead I'mma let
One of my b**hes slap you
I invite you and your n***as to try and feel the wrath
Of the unruly unawakening of a sleeping giant
Once I give you the pressure
And then I apply it and then your breathin is stopped and totally quiet
Captain of this ship
So call me the pilot
I leave you and your crew to collide with me then I
Stomp on a n***a, just like a herd of a thousand cattle
That'll travel over your face and frazzle your sh**
Chop you worse than a brick and then we torture you
And then get the reverend, and get to steppin, n***a
This sh**'ll make you
[Hook: Method Man and 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 n***a (come on!), Manhattan (come on!)
To each and every hood what's happening (come on!)
[Interlude: Method Man and Busta Rhymes]
Haha, that's the truth, my n***a
n***a, listen, listen, let me talk
Let me talk
[Busta Rhymes and Method Man]
Can't you see what I got for you now
Shake your big fat a** in front of me now
To all my high bidders, to all my live n***as
We here to blackout, follow the story now
Just feel my heat, and you know I'm gonna
Just keep the street, but n***a did you
Know when you bout to lose it, my n***a
And you know we gon' get real stupid, my n***a
[Busta Rhymes]
See the police coming
Fireman coming
Street n***as ready to riot and start dumbing
I love to see it whenever you and your man fronting
Me and Meth'll step to you quick
And smash something
[Method Man]
Now who is he? Dope MC k**in these cowards
Wack n***as get pimp slapped, give me some powder
Click-clack, one in your back, now think about it
Get back, running your yap I can't allow it
[Busta Rhymes]
Well yeah my n***a you know we seeing it through God
The streets be needing n***as like
Me and you God
I think what I'm seein from here
We got em whylin yo
Logical, we should've did this sh** a long time ago
[Method Man]
I got that sh** that make rappers sh** in they shoes
Nasty MC, I spit flows and spit in they food
Man don't tempt me
I'm nothing like a curious child
I'm simply a Boy in the Hood with Furious Styles
This sh**'ll make you
[Hook]
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 n***a (come on!), Manhattan (come on!)
To each and every hood what's happening
(come on!)
[Outro: Method Man and Busta Rhymes]
Every day, every rotation, come with it
Let me talk... come on, hah
Aiyo God
Yeah, lord
Flipmode/Wu-Tang, n***a, ain't that some sh**
That's some sh**, actually truthfully, Busta Bust! Meth Tical
Yeah, yeah, let me know when you wanna do that again, God
sh** we can do it right now
Shout out to New Jersey, hahaha, yeah