Phife Dawg - One Two sh** lyrics

[Q-Tip] One two, one two One-wa-wa-one, one two one two (Repeat x3) Yo it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down Yes I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound, it go One-wa-wa-one, one two one two (Repeat x2) [Phife] And it's the, Phife Dawg, and I do the same And when it comes to ripping mics a-yo it ain't no games One-wa-wa-one, one two one two (Repeat x2) [Busta] A-yo you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time Oh yes, I'm coming wicked with a new design, I'm saying One-wa-wa-one, one two one two (Repeat x2) [Verse 1: Q-Tip] Emcees ain't coming equipped with the rhymes Don't do the crime if you can't do the time The time is eternal when you play with the miser Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser The tantalizing wordplay, yeah that's the joint Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point Brothers need to come with better compositions I write and recite to make good position In this rap game here we engineer Stabbing up the jam, yeah son, sh**'s clear And I be kicking rhymes in my own damn way Beating n***as to the punch like Sugar Ray Got the cool-a** style that's cooler than the cool My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool Peace to C-73 and C-74 Do a little something when I'm out on tour Coming through like narcotics for the antibiotics Flap a shorty's pockets to the space like Sprockets What you really need to do is just boogie your a** It's not gas, we got to make the good times last Let the good times roll cause we in control Take you out on your hide less you paying a toll Let the good times roll, let the good times roll Take you out on your hide less you paying the toll [Verse 2: Phife Dawg] Question, why is that emcees be wack And major labels wanna sign all that crap, a-yo funk that! Word to life I'm coming rugged Cause once you add the hip to the hop kid, it equals out to love If the beat's fat I use it, some wack sh**, I lose it Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks remove it Put down the mic kid, cause you gets no dap How long did it take for you to see you can't rap The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff styles It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild So bust what I'm swinging what I'm swinging when I swing I rap when I rap cause I never wanna sing Go ask the last emcee what happened when he said battle I bust his a** in Cleveland now he's sleepless in Seattle Rude bwoy official coming with the ill grammar Coming back on kids like Joey Montana We be the three emcees that make your mind go batty Mad play on WKRP in Cincinatti So lord send a hand and if you can't send a hand, send a man And if you can't send a man, come yourself Cause all these biting emcees, lord them something else See I kick the styles that'll make your a** melt Money on my mind so never mind a trick New York is the town and the team is the Knicks World's greatest five footer ripping parties apart Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark Never had to rhyme about filling one with lead Never mind that, man, here come the dread! [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] We coming far far far Busta Rhymes is coming far far far, you know you hear me, star Bet your bottom dollar Right after this jam about one million one two n***as gon' follow Whether it be today or tomorrow n***as become aggravating, sickening, you beat them like they father Oh sh** check out what I'm saying A-ha a-ha oh a-ha a-ha you know my n***as don't be playing Once upon a motherf**ing time I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes To define, lyrical sensations Black masons blowing up the spot just to represent the Nations Three dimensions, tryclops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes Fat like a burger and fries Mama-so mama-sa mama makossa Go back to the country to go check my grandmama Eeeyah! Bring it to the table at the meetings Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual a** beatings As I carry on with my proceedings Greetings! Watch a n***a debut on premier movie screenings But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place I hope you find civilized every soul and every race Sit dog sit! Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic sh**