[Jamal]

C'mon, yeah.. villain

C'mon, aight?

I got this side right here

Take this side right there

C'mon do this

Busta Bus

C'mon, aight?

C'mon (here we go) stayin street



[Jamal]

Paws, to the wall, with the dirty dog, raw rap-ture

If you ain't with it bite crotch til it break your jaw

(Your jaw) For tryin to knock us

Tryin to kill or stop us, jack our propers

Busta Bus, they fakin, the cake is for the takin

While they runnin they face, I'm lettin the plan bake

Formulate, now look at the plot, we got

more and more shit that's hot, show to rock the spot

Clock or knot, nigga the whole pot

Ready or not, we comin, snatchin every comer

witcha hoe in the Benz-O, dumbin like a motherfucker



[Busta Rhymes]

You can be my lady, you coul even be my lollipop sucker

The road dawg baby comin like the mad trucker

Lot of jealous niggaz lookin funnier than Chris Tucker

God bless, oh yes, I stay fresh

Full of finesse, my congress show progress

Stylish, hit you with the shit to digest

In this rhyme shit we be some of the world's finest

Your Highness, leavin corny niggaz spineless

Attack it with the classic rhyme flow timeless (ha ha)



Chorus: Busta Rhymes



Not a problem my squad can't fix

Cause we can do, it in the mix

So when you niggaz talk trash, you can get a bust ass

Cause you know we don't fuck around

When you niggaz talk shit, lay ya six feet under the ground,

ground ground, ground ground

When you niggaz talk shit, lay ya six feet under the ground,

ground ground, ground ground



[Jamal]

This is how we ride, throw your hands from side to side

It's party time, and don't forget get yours