Busta Rhymes - Get Wild lyrics

[Hook - Flashy] All my n***as all my b**hes Get high get drunk get wild buck fool You know my style get crunk b**hes bounce n***as bounce Let me give you that funk sh** blunt sh** While I make you bang it out your trunk [Verse 1 - DMX] You cats, talk slick but walk quick when the dog hit The dog hits coming back to the raw sh** Aww sh** they done let me back out the gate Back out to tape back out to rape Back off the chains so please back out the way Before I blow ya back out with this f**in AK Don't give a f** what a n***a say no matter who he sound like Make sure you know what the rain is but its gonna be coming down like Cats and dogs hold up it is cats and dogs Keep f**ing with the dog its gonna be cats in the morgue Twenty- two million sold lets keep it real Most y'all k**ers ain't even twenty- two years old Ain't never felt the cold wet behind the ears Know what real pain is cried real tears I go hard bogard and stand my ground f** y'all n***as it's how its goin down baby [Hook] [Verse 2 - Jadakiss] It just don't look right Bullsh** coke don't cook right The judge ain't throwin the book right Should thank the lord that you blew up softy Don't talk greasy, you grew up off me I ain't letting go of the block And if I get a good enough grip I ain't lettin go of the lock If I happen to pinched I ain't goin to shock I'm gonna to get aquatinted with n***as in general pop Stop but don't hate cause everybody got a lil blood to donate Thugs'll go ape the women'll come around Shortly after that is when the jealousy sets in then they'll shut it down It's just raspy nothin on the neck wrist ware just cla**y No way I'm letting this money just get past me When all I had to do in the first place from the beginning was get nasty [Hook] [Verse 3 - Kartoon] n***as been waitin' for that west coast sh** I tell them to go fish Blowin purple in a purple Laker jersey wit the gold kicks b**hes be like Toon you a mutha f**in trip Hop in the whip and lean til that mutha f**a flip And every club in Cali crackin' its gangsta town Keep a couple of n***as with me that'll bang you down Now lil mama put switches on and make it jump Before me you needed Lil Jon to make it crunk Naw for real come to Cali player take ya pump My New York n***as leave y'all wit razor bumps Now pappa raised a rolling stone I feel like pops In the absence of Makaveli I feel like Pac Even though I got the deal I still might pop Right in front of the po-po you could feel my shots Man all my n***as carry bangers we feel like SWAT And that's the reason why Rialto feel like Watts [Hook]