Busta Rhymes - Figadoh (Remix) lyrics

[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]