[Intro: Busta Rhymes (Method Man)]

Aiyo, Tical? (What up, fam?)

You know Busta-Bust had to come see you, God, it's good to see you, God

(Good too see you too, God)

Let's take the streets for a little ride (Okay, we ridin' high)

Yeah, you better light your L, smoke your L

And just (kiss the sky)

Huh! And if you ever disrespect the Bust or Meth (find their mentor)

Yeah, I-I-I think the streets been lookin' for this one for a long time

(Yeah, aiyo) Come on!



[Method Man]

I came to bring the pain, more hard to the brain

Tical... I'm bustin' that ass again

I burn like acid rain, that acid slang

These niggaz try'nna see how I come ash again

Main and evident, I'm huntin', yes, Meth for president

Be in hell with Dazel and George just for the hell of it

And I ain't yellow kid, flows hot as kettle get

Now if you ain't fuckin' with that, you must be celibate

Spaz! Just a little, got a sack lookin' fizzle

Little hash in the middle, where it at? In the middle, yup

Mommy if you got a fat ass, make it jiggle, yup

Put it in my next video shot by Little X

And M-E-F gon' work til their ain't any left

I'm tryin' get what I'm worth and not a penny less

Think fast (come on) bank cash (come on)

Everybody do it with your stank ass (just come on)



[Chorus: Method Man (Busta Rhymes)]

Make you rob somebody (what?) grab somebody (what?)

Stomp somebody (what?) slap somebody (what?)

Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi (what?)

Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party (what?)

Brooklyn (come on!) Shaolin (come on!)

Queensbridge down to Long Island (come on!)

Bronx, nigga (come on!) Manhattan (come on!)

To each and every hood what's happening? (come on!)-a