What The Fuck You Want!!

[Intro: Busta Rhymes) Flipmode motherfuckas, flipmode motherfuckas What the fuck you want, what the fuck nigga? What you want, what the fuck nigga ? (We gon hit it down like this. nigga what?) Check it out [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] I be, testing your faith and wrecking your face, invading your space And watch the tables turn like you're trading a place I pull stunts like Evel Knievel, me and my people fly like an eagle And blow your entire cathedral, hurry hurry, don't worry worry Hit y'all with a flurry flurry of jabs, leaving y'all niggas blurry blurry Brew up some shit like I'm cooking for y'all When I'm done then I come looking for y'all (Huh huh hold up hold up) Federal cases cause nuff bodies end up in medical places In they blood finding them chemical traces Leaving special investigators going through skeptical phases While we getting money the decimal changes I was a Seventh Day Adventist apprentice Now I strike with a vengeance Blowing the door right up off of the hinges This be that, "Put Your Out Of Your Misery" song And make you ask your man is this the joint he dissing me on That's when I ask Chorus: What the fuck nigga what you want? What the fuck nigga what you want? What the fuck nigga what you want What the fuck nigga what you want What the fuck nigga what you want What the fuck nigga what you want What the fuck nigga what you want What the fuck nigga what you want What the fuck nigga what you want What the fuck nigga what you want What the fuck nigga [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] Moving your muscle and doing the hustle See nowadays we getting money like Russell Who really wanna tussle? Challenge the super saber in a nigga Blast the challenger way out of space, like Galaga nigga Battle star Galactica, cross my diameter nigga Derange your whole circular shape, into triangular nigga Yo, so what it was my fault? That I had to bring this shit to a screaming halt? What you need to do is open up the vault That's why I make sure, that my vest will be on So when I blast you, and your additional stress will be gone Then I sprinkle just a little bit of salt, on your plans And watch your shit shrivel up right in the palm of my hands I ain't afraid of ya, but I thank all of my niggas for saving ya I was about to take you back, to when your mother was making ya Clapping you up, slapping you up, trapping you up Holding you hostage, duck taping and Saran wrapping you up Yo!, first she was sober, I smell aroma Put you in a Trans, and slip into an irreversible coma Fuck y'all cubic zirconium niggas, it's over Closing in on all y'all niggas, while we're moving in a little closer Then I evaluate and elaborate, confiscate your shit And dare your ass to retaliate, that's when I ask Chorus (2x):