Busta Rhymes - Watch Ya Mouth lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon] You know? (General, general) (Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang) What up, yeah (Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang) Suuuuuuuu, aiyo, man, the wait is over Pop your fu*kin.... [Chorus 2X: Method Man, Raekwon] You better, watch your, muthafu*kin' mouth It's just wolves with beats You clown n*ggas can't rule the streets, we send shot Wu-Tang, we rule the east, taking over the block [Raekwon] Aiyo, aiyo, straight funky and polly, blue X 'liro They lookin' for me, what the fu*k you behind me for? Stressin' everything I breathe on I'm from a boulevard where n*ggas get jabbed and peed on Whatever homey, we more lavish I might sneak you in the crib, see my lizards in gra**es You try to get me come-up on, yo And when you see me, you know I got my come-up arm on Cartier called me up, rob me Yeah, we got your seed in the back of the Beemer, starving We like lion k**as, catch me on stage with the gauge in my right hand Grenade in his leather bomber I scalp money, you know we hungry and talk funny Coffin ya'll corner rappers, don't ever walk up on me I write with only a safe Malcolm Jeans getting muddy from clap with him [Masta k**a] My first gun was a .32, right before *ugh* Graduated to the .38, maybe a 9 I prefer the .45, stay live, techs held the crack gate in '88 AR spit from far, the best tenth, camouflage vet, reppin' the set We on the east wing, Trini' ting, s**y bad We up at Spring, with that thing thing My crew strong, we take no search Or your party done, you know how it run Spray places, covered faces, beat cases A big mouth will get your teeth knocked the fu*k out Keep it ninja, take money, stay ninja I injure, any muthafu*kin' contender [Method Man] Garbage, ya time's up, go finish them rhymes up All my soldiers is lined up, my corners is crimed up n***as know where to find us, setting the grind up Probably shoving them pies up, my rims is shined up Wu, we on the rise up, spots supplied up Plotting to get you wind up, box, then find her Scratch, we got 'em sized up, and when the east is in the house You, you, you, you, you [ Watch Ya Mouth lyrics from http://www.lyricsyoulove.com/ ] [Ghostface k**ah] On the side of the projects, gray skully Bubble 'lo goose, mack 11 tucked in front of the belt Prestigious moves, I'm k**in' 'em, hoes, I'm drillin' 'em We like George Foreman out in the streets, we grillin' 'em In the van, 45's and dealy's, ready to slam A house arrest box is going off, Toney got grams Got a bathtub full of white, lay it in like sand Montana Tone about to blow, ya'll cowards like fans [Inspectah Deck] This is boulevard hard, larger than your black car Camouflage rap guard, I stomp the yard I.N.S. spit monster bars, split, long cigars My click dodge, b**h, y'all are frauds I get it in like, Tim off the gla**, spreading my name I'm like the Pres, sending men off to blast What I spit, make 'em spend all they cash, I'm so Wu So new, that I ain't rip off the tags [U-God] RZA done birthed us, some cursed us on purpose I'm the Grouch, my mouth is a circus Earner, plus a good learner, don't need the hood All I needs a good burner, Nat Turner Snake rat murderer, all I hear is turf talk Back room's full of goons, with bullet wound birthmarks From the first spark, you heard my response (Wu-Tang) more exhaust, tomahawk, cruise missile, just launch [RZA] Bzzz, out the beehive, you dip and you dive But you still can't survive, you can't see past five Check the outlook, this is not in the book You being dragged across the floor, round your jaw with my hook Lyrical juks, five mil', the deal, off the books Steve Rif' gave the nod, the Universal good look Still spit poison venom, red monkey and Wu denim Had honeydew suits, caramel sundae, all in 'em [GZA] Put my Clan in Da Front, reunite 'em Make 'em all R.S.V.P., if they want it, we don't invite 'em No beef, less talk and more action You can roll as a whole, and they'll send you back in fractions Break beat fanatic, with crates deep in attics The Abbott pull out the 45, loop the static I scroll through the menu then, roll to the venue The dress code is armor, or get a hole up in you