* (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 Hook: