Busta Rhymes - Whacha Want, Whacha Need lyrics

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Busta Rhymes - Whacha Want, Whacha Need lyrics

[Intro: Mystikal (Busta Rhymes)] Ugh camera rolling Shouldn't a did that Me and Busta Rhymes (Busta Rhymes and Mystikal n***a Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha) [Mystikal:] b**h I'm on a mission Not the one to be mixed up from this n***a and that n***a Hundred percent, full blooded natural, rap whipper Ass kicker, mad spliffer, back flipper That much colder than the last n***a Come from my pops so y'all ain't f**ing with me I come to get down, its time to get down I think u chicken bust a cap I'm the one mixed with Duggery and Master P Ugh! Mystikal and Busta Rhymes Ohh sh** the shocker and the guillitine Down, now put my gun on fire One eight zero zero can't nobody fly Like the cotton off your bottem then its gotta be me Late at night, lights out, you in a perminent sleep Ain't many of these n***as coming harder than me Flip Mode, No Limit, who you thought it would be? [Chorus: Mystikal & Busta Rhymes] Wacha want n***a? Wacha need n***a? We gonna give it to ya Untill u bleed n***a Now where my live n***as? Where my live b**hes? This for my live n***as This for my live b**hes Now wacha want n***a? Wacha need n***a? We gonna give it to you Untill u bleed n***a Now where my live n***as? Where my live b**hes? This for my live n***as This for my live b**hes [Busta Rhymes:] Contact we will bomb that All I know is they will make a n***a We will omb back when we contact For better or worse Make a n***as heart sweell up and burst You know one of my n***as busting shots first Bust another shot off into the earth Leave a n***a stressed Feeling the pain of a women giving child birth See now a days everywhere we go we'll carry ya Even when we swinging with b**hes down at the Mariot Chickens that will bust back on you and the ferries that Waiting for me to marry ya Ride up in my chariot Sorry but I ain't having it Thinking u can roll cause you wearing a Little glamour and acting all irogant b**h n***a Beet it like Micheal and f** up you cycle Blast you with my grandfather's rifle I'm great to stifle b**h Create a crises your paying the prises With the devil you was never richeous I think i might just, hit you now? You know u can fold here, n***as know it ain't all there Prepare for warfare, n***as is everywhere f** with my n***as we are double there Flip Mode n***a you'll find trouble here Tipsy and turning, crispy and burning Hoping and learning You yerning to take hold of a n***as burning Reps for every grain of salt from every street corner The ones you wanted from Brooklyn to the south of the border No Limit and Flip Mode in this b**h While Mystikal and Busta Rhymes be straight busting your sh** [Chorus] [Mystikal:] I want another side of fries with my poppa's chicken and bisquit Take the wall out Fall out I'm not playing with these dumb b**hes What you doing if your riches don't fit ya? Ball playing and Swinging on a track We some big old n***as Not some dead old n***as b**h you trying to do something I'm gonna get on with ya I'm scratchy! You can't match I'm known for getting nasty With my ciggerette a** Once I get this f**er started you can't stop Oww you done f**ed up now Mystikal and Busta Rhymes like Dolomite and Red Fox They frightened of the braids, running from the dread lox [Chorus]

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