Busta Rhymes - What The F*** You Want!! lyrics

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 I be Testing your fate and wrecking your face Invading your space And watch the tables turn like you're trading a place I pull stunts like evil kadeival Me and my people fly like an eagle And blow your entire cathingil Hurry hurry Don't worry worry Hit y'all with a flurry flurry of jazz 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 seven-day affentice apprentice Now I strike with a vengeance Blowing the door right up off of the hinges This be that put you out of your misery song And make you ask your man is this the joint he dissing me on That's when I ask Chorus: 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 Moving your muscle and doing the hustle See nowadays we getting money like rustle Who really wanna tussle Challenge the super saber in a n***a Blast the challenger way out of space like Galica 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 Chorus (2x):