Hoo!

Yeah it's another one of them marvelous shits

Yeah, Flipmode, huh, Busta Rhymes shit, yeah

So remarkable, yeah

As I say it over and over again

From song to song, yeah, so remarkable

Hah, heh, yeah, so remarkable



[Verse 1]

Yo, yo, Busta Rhymes the immaculate raw

Hardcore, riggady raw, lay niggas flat on the floor

We climb into the back of the four

Nonchalant flavor fo' sure, Timbs wit a aqua valor

Flava like you never seen it before

Ha, holy, sacred, and pure

Flipmode, be on it fo' sure

Be incredible to settle the score

Like a nigga shot you in the face, through the peephole in the door

From New York, down to Singapore

Keep you niggas jumpin' around, had the bitches beggin fo' more

Street niggas, yeah we speak for the poor

Now we stack cheddar galore, when we shop and buy at the store

Metaphor like nuclear war

I warned niggas if you try to bite, shit I'll leave a crack in your jaw

Take the livest niggas out on a tour

Make a nigga black in the spot, make you wanna take off a door



[CHORUS:]

All my dogs who hustle everyday

All my dogs who hustle everyday now

Own a store laundrymat around the way

And own a store laundrymat around the way now

We got to get it, YEAH!

My niggas, all my niggas

Show Me What You Got for me, what you got for me

All my niggas what ya got for me

All my shorties who stay fresh everyday

All my shorties that stay fresh everyday

My get money bitches who still hang around the way

All my get money bitches that chill around the way now

We got to get it, YEAH! We gotta...

My bitches, all my bitches, c'mon

Tell me what you got for me

What you got for me, all my bitches what you got for me

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