[Intro: Busta Rhymes)
Flipmode motherf**as, flipmode motherf**as
What the f** you want, what the f** n***a?
What you want, what the f** n***a ?
(We gon hit it down like this. n***a what?)
Check it out
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
I be, testing your faith and wrecking your face, invading your space
And watch the tables turn like you're trading a place
I pull stunts like Evel Knievel, me and my people fly like an eagle
And blow your entire cathedral, hurry hurry, don't worry worry
Hit y'all with a flurry flurry of jabs, leaving y'all n***as blurry blurry
Brew up some sh** like I'm cooking for y'all
When I'm done then I come looking for y'all
(Huh huh hold up hold up)
Federal cases cause nuff bodies end up in medical places
In they blood finding them chemical traces
Leaving special investigators going through skeptical phases
While we getting money the decimal changes
I was a Seventh Day Adventist apprentice
Now I strike with a vengeance
Blowing the door right up off of the hinges
This be that, "Put Your Out Of Your Misery" song
And make you ask your man is this the joint he dissing me on
That's when I ask
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What the f** n***a what you want?
What the f** n***a what you want?
What the f** n***a what you want
What the f** n***a what you want
What the f** n***a what you want
What the f** n***a what you want
What the f** n***a what you want
What the f** n***a what you want
What the f** n***a what you want
What the f** n***a what you want
What the f** n***a
[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
Moving your muscle and doing the hustle
See nowadays we getting money like Russell
Who really wanna tussle? Challenge the super saber in a n***a
Blast the challenger way out of space, like Galaga n***a
Battle star Galactica, cross my diameter n***a
Derange your whole circular shape, into triangular n***a
Yo, so what it was my fault?
That I had to bring this sh** to a screaming halt?
What you need to do is open up the vault
That's why I make sure, that my vest will be on
So when I blast you, and your additional stress will be gone
Then I sprinkle just a little bit of salt, on your plans
And watch your sh** shrivel up right in the palm of my hands
I ain't afraid of ya, but I thank all of my n***as for saving ya
I was about to take you back, to when your mother was making ya
Clapping you up, slapping you up, trapping you up
Holding you hostage, duck taping and Saran wrapping you up
Yo!, first she was sober, I smell aroma
Put you in a Trans, and slip into an irreversible coma
f** y'all cubic zirconium n***as, it's over
Closing in on all y'all n***as, while we're moving in a little closer Then I evaluate and elaborate, confiscate your sh**
And dare your a** to retaliate, that's when I ask
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