Hoo!
Yeah it's another one of them marvelous s****
Yeah, Flipmode, huh, Busta Rhymes s****, yeah
So remarkable, yeah
As I say it over and over again
From song to song, yeah, so remarkable
Hah, heh, yeah, so remarkable

[Verse 1]
Yo, yo, Busta Rhymes the immaculate raw
Hardcore, riggady raw, lay n**** flat on the floor
We climb into the back of the four
Nonchalant flavor fo' sure, Timbs wit a aqua valor
Flava like you never seen it before
Ha, holy, sacred, and pure
Flipmode, be on it fo' sure
Be incredible to settle the score
Like a n**** shot you in the face, through the peephole in the door
From New York, down to Singapore
Keep you n**** jumpin' around, had the b**** beggin fo' more
Street n****, yeah we speak for the poor
Now we stack cheddar galore, when we shop and buy at the store
Metaphor like nuclear war
I warned n**** if you try to bite, s**** I'll leave a crack in your jaw
Take the livest n**** out on a tour
Make a n**** black in the spot, make you want to take off a door

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All my dogs who hustle everyday
All my dogs who hustle everyday now
Own a store laundrymat around the way
And own a store laundrymat around the way now
We got to get it, YEAH!
My n****, all my n****
Show Me What You Got for me, what you got for me
All my n**** what ya got for me
All my shorties who stay fresh everyday
All my shorties that stay fresh everyday
My get money b**** who still hang around the way
All my get money b**** that chill around the way now
We got to get it, YEAH! We gotta...
My b****, all my b****, c'mon
Tell me what you got for me
What you got for me, all my b**** what you got for me

[Verse 2]
Now, yo, we stay packin the toast
Could give a f****, bust at a ghost
And end up on the front of the post
N**** know that I be rockin the most
F**** Ethiopian b****, living in the ivory coast
Let me drug y'all n**** up wit a dose
Make you act just like you suppose'
Watch a n**** playin me close
Nowadays type of dough that we gross
I celebrate and throw me a roast
And get an old face for a host
We get it hype even when we be calm
N**** know my word is my bond
When we come you know we the bomb
Hypnotic s****, get you r****
Shoulda known it was a bad move
F**** around and gettin me started
Still whippin in the back of the truck
So what, not givin a f****
In the streets, livin it up
So what happened to the last n**** bust
Could give a f**** whoever he was
Throw them n**** outta the clubs
Them n**** all, s**** turnin me off
Tie 'em up, makin 'em cough
Gag 'em in the throat wit a cloff
After that we go and wild for the night
Make 'em know the style for the night
Car low, pile for the night
You know we always give y'all n**** a blaze
Black it out and party for days
Let y'all n**** f**** with the strays
F**** dimes at the end of the days
Gettin money but it's too late
Got a n**** stuck in his ways

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