DJ Scratch - What's Happenin' lyrics

[Intro: Busta Rhymes and Method Man] Aiyo, Tical? (What up, fam?) You know Busta-Bust had to come see you, God, it's good to see you God (Good too see you too, God) Let's take the streets for a little ride (Okay, we ridin high) Yeah, you better light your L, smoke your L and just (kiss the sky) Huh! And if you ever disrespect the Bust or Meth (bye dead man die) Yeah, I-I-I think the streets been lookin' for this one for a long time (Yeah, aiyo) Come on! [Verse 1: Method Man] I came to bring the pain, more hard to the brain (Tical), I'm busting that a** again I burn like acid rain, that a** is lame These n***as tryna see how I come? ask your dame Ain't it evident I'm hittin' it? (yes!) Meth for President Be in hell with gasoline drawers just for the hell of it And I ain't delicate, flows hot as kettle get Now if you ain't f**ing with that You must be celibate Spaz, just a little Got a sack we can sizzle Little hash in the middle, where it at In the middle, yup Mommy if you got a fat a**, make it jiggle yup Put it in my next video shot by Little X And M-E-F gon' work til their ain't any left I'm trying to get what I'm worth and not a penny less Think fast, (come on!) bank cash (come on!) Everybody do it wit'cha stank a** (come on!) [Hook: Method Man and Busta Rhymes] Make you rob somebody (what!) grab somebody (what!) Stomp somebody (what!), slap somebody (what!) Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi (what!) Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party (what!) Brooklyn (come on!), Shaolin (come on!) Queensbridge down to Long Island (come on!) Bronx n***a (come on!), Manhattan (come on!) To each and every hood what's happening (come on!) [Interlude: Method Man and Busta Rhymes] Yeah, let 'em talk, n***a, come on Bust Aiyo, Meth, let me get at these n***as Yeah [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] Now watch me back your sh** up I hope your people pull up And pick up and pack your sh** up Homey it's time to move While I'm seeing right through you let me relieve you all of your Figures seating screeching, never believing you n***as Go head and babble You can watch me patiently waiting Aiming, attacking Instead I'mma let One of my b**hes slap you I invite you and your n***as to try and feel the wrath Of the unruly unawakening of a sleeping giant Once I give you the pressure And then I apply it and then your breathin is stopped and totally quiet Captain of this ship So call me the pilot I leave you and your crew to collide with me then I Stomp on a n***a, just like a herd of a thousand cattle That'll travel over your face and frazzle your sh** Chop you worse than a brick and then we torture you And then get the reverend, and get to steppin, n***a This sh**'ll make you [Hook: Method Man and Busta Rhymes] Make you rob somebody (what!) grab somebody (what!) Stomp somebody (what!), slap somebody (what!) Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi (what!) Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party (what!) Brooklyn (come on!) , Shaolin (come on!) Queensbridge down to Long Island (come on!) Bronx n***a (come on!), Manhattan (come on!) To each and every hood what's happening (come on!) [Interlude: Method Man and Busta Rhymes] Haha, that's the truth, my n***a n***a, listen, listen, let me talk Let me talk [Busta Rhymes and Method Man] Can't you see what I got for you now Shake your big fat a** in front of me now To all my high bidders, to all my live n***as We here to blackout, follow the story now Just feel my heat, and you know I'm gonna Just keep the street, but n***a did you Know when you bout to lose it, my n***a And you know we gon' get real stupid, my n***a [Busta Rhymes] See the police coming Fireman coming Street n***as ready to riot and start dumbing I love to see it whenever you and your man fronting Me and Meth'll step to you quick And smash something [Method Man] Now who is he? Dope MC k**in these cowards Wack n***as get pimp slapped, give me some powder Click-clack, one in your back, now think about it Get back, running your yap I can't allow it [Busta Rhymes] Well yeah my n***a you know we seeing it through God The streets be needing n***as like Me and you God I think what I'm seein from here We got em whylin yo Logical, we should've did this sh** a long time ago [Method Man] I got that sh** that make rappers sh** in they shoes Nasty MC, I spit flows and spit in they food Man don't tempt me I'm nothing like a curious child I'm simply a Boy in the Hood with Furious Styles This sh**'ll make you [Hook] Make you rob somebody (what!) grab somebody (what!) Stomp somebody (what!), slap somebody (what!) Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi (what!) Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party (what!) Brooklyn (come on!) , Shaolin (come on!) Queensbridge down to Long Island (come on!) Bronx n***a (come on!), Manhattan (come on!) To each and every hood what's happening (come on!) [Outro: Method Man and Busta Rhymes] Every day, every rotation, come with it Let me talk... come on, hah Aiyo God Yeah, lord Flipmode/Wu-Tang, n***a, ain't that some sh** That's some sh**, actually truthfully, Busta Bust! Meth Tical Yeah, yeah, let me know when you wanna do that again, God sh** we can do it right now Shout out to New Jersey, hahaha, yeah