[Intro]
Get money, get that dough
Get money, get that dough
Get money, get that dough
What, what, get that dough
Get that dough, get that dough
Get that dough, get that dough
Get that dough, Figadoh
[Busta Rhymes]
Ray Benzino.. Hangmen 3..
Bus-a-Bus.. M.O.P...
What the f**?
Let's give it to ya
Yeah, what the f** y'all want? (Ha ha ha)
What the f** y'all want? (Ha ha ha)
What the f** y'all want? (Ha ha ha)
Come on (Ha ha ha)
[Busta Rhymes]
Guess who's comin through right now, b**h?
To smack you with the force to k** a f**ing cow, b**h
Hunh, I told you not to f** around, b**h
Foul n***a, that's the way we gettin down, b**h
You shook f*ggot, I'ma keep you motherf**ers shaking
And run around just like a crazy big foot Jamaican
See there's no mistaking, see you can never replace me, n***a
They think you alien, whippin sh** like a hated n***a
I wonder, wise guy trife and said to me
What we be on and that we would have a recipe
Talk, what they talkin bout rude boy?
Some gully n***as up in the place, we comin through, boy
The news be tryin and run go report n***as
The way they do when immigration trt to deport n***as
Ray Benzino, Bus-a-Bus and M.O.P
Just for the record - none of you n***as can f** with me!
[Chorus 2x w/ Busta Rhymes ad libs]
Figadoh
Doooooooooough
Fi-ga-doh, Figa-da-doh!
Fi-ga-doh, Figa-da-doh!
You know me, Figada-figada-figada
Get that dough, Figada-doh
[Benzino]
Me and Bus-a-Bus breakin bread dough town
f** a bus - we private jet Motown
Boston streets.. where I put my flow down
Hold up, you shakin it fast, b**h slow down
Blaze shots for the gangster in me
You scared to carry heat, don't hang with me (Motherf**er)
Big guns, no thang to me
Top three is what I aim to be
Hunh, and what I rep.. mainly 3
Ain't no muthaf**a spittin flames like me
Original gon come, brew it up
M.O.P. gon come, to rip it up
When I reach, it ain't to greet you
f** your people, motherf**er pleased to meet you
B-E-N-Z-I-N-O...
This the remix, Figadoh, b**h!
[Chorus]
[Lil' Fame]
(Bom bom bom) F-I-Z-Z-Y dub O
Mack (Bingfield, B.K.) Oh!
Bring b**h out of the bubbs warrior style
Throwing bricks, bottles and slugs (Get it on son!)
I spit 8 bars and smack the f** out the engineer before the songs done
Just to make this sh** more hotter
So tighten up your training wheels b**h...
Cause your f**ing with a scholar
[Billy Danze]
With this I step lively, talking to myself cause I'm mad
With a mack 10 to spin - back up n***a! (Back up n***a!)
Watch out n***a.. (Watch out n***a!)
I'm coming, mojo smokin, I ain't jokin f*ggot, I'm gunnin
I ain't hear nothin, start runnin
Why you suprised, you a f**ing with a man who got.. (Fire!)
With sides will.. (Fire!)
Any n***a that want it, any n***a that front it, I pump one in his stomach
[Chorus]