[Busta Rhymes]
Tri-lateral commission
Berkowitz, Fizzy Wo', Bust-Down
(AiYAHHHHHHHHH!) [Chorus: Busta Rhymes + M.O.P.]
Everytime I take a look, the only thing I see is
MY LIVE ni**aZ IN THE SPOT
Tell me what y'all want
GIVE ME EVERYTHING YOU GOT
y'all n***az ready to do it
LET'S BLOW THE MOTHERfu*kIN SPOT
All my n***az
ATTENTION.. (LOUD AND CLEAR)
WHERE MY ni**aZ READY FOR WAR? (WE RIGHT HERE!)
GET EM (WHEN WE SPOT EM) HIT EM (KID WE GOT EM)
WHERE MY ni**aZ READY FOR WAR? (WE RIGHT HERE!) [Billy Danze]
I got reason to believe, some of you n***az feel
the man isn't live and direct (GET AT EM BILL!)
LONG, breathe easy pop, this is Hip-Hop
in the HARM WAY, we do it the war way, all day
I never procrastinate (you shouldn't)
I'm from where the war games fascinate (you couldn't)
You wouldn't believe what they've been tellin me
The perfect match is jail and me
cause I was born with a felony (uh uh uh)
f** that! How this sh** look
when a n***a stretched out, with his chest out
and a mess out in Brooklyn, HI-YAHHHHHH [Busta Rhymes]
y'all motherf**ers is back?!
y'all motherf**ers don't know how to act
y'all motherf**ers attack!! [Billy Danze]
And those motherf**ers are wack, I travelled a rocky road
Swift to the Flipmode, quick grip for the unload
Father forgive me for my sins
but I'ma raise hell to the bitter end - I'm a soldier! [Chorus]
[Lil' Fame]
f** the bullsh**! I kick a bone out yo' a**
Hardrock n***a?! I kick a stone out yo' a**!
Warning, to all those, caps get peeled
quicker than e-mail to your a** sayin, "k** k** k**!"
Curb chasin, straight lacin, with a Mac-10 blazin
Split yo' a** up like a Temptation
You cats is animated cartoons (WHO YOU?)
The return of Goodfellas Part Two
b*tch throw your f**in guns up, put your f**in hands down
HOT FLAMES UP, [buck you with], (BUSTA BUST DOWN)
We sneak the guns right in, y'all keep tryin
and I'ma check all pussies like a G-why-N
Open up your can of "Whoop Ass"; I'll open up
a fresh can of "I'll f** Yo' Ass Up Quick Fast"
Flipmode, M.O.P. Fizzy Wo-mack, Wo-mack
y'all know who the f** I am! [Chorus]
[Busta Rhymes]
Aiyyo yo-yuh-yo, and now I hear no one
(you) would let less than a motherf**er fear no one
None of y'all n***az don't really want to f** with the dread
The street brawler stomp your face into the back of yo' head
c'mon now, I'm quick to roast fry boil and even toast a guy
Multiply the ghosts like the world's greatest coke supply
sh** changed, you sellin WEED over the damn computer
Introduce the millennium STOMP n***a for the future
I be that prime honorary n***a
that'll voluntarily blast the last, Tom & Jerry a** n***a
And write raps to the sound of these gats
Perhaps my raps will paralyze a b**h-a** and make him collapse
Yo, see they be quick to bust they fashion of a calico
My n***az Berkowitz and that other motherf**er Fizzy Wo'
Mashin through the city yo, and the foot it don't lie
Ready to blow this b**h up at the drop of a dime [Chorus]
[ad libs for about 8 seconds before fade]