What's Happenin'

[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 (bye dead man die) Yeah, I-I-I think the streets been lookin' for this one for a long time (Yeah, aiyo) Come on! [Verse 1: Method Man] I came to bring the pain, more hard to the brain (Tical), I'm busting that ass again I burn like acid rain, that ass is lame These niggas tryna see how I come? ask your dame Ain't it evident I'm hittin' it? (yes!) Meth for President Be in hell with gasoline drawers just for the hell of it And I ain't delicate, flows hot as kettle get Now if you ain't fucking with that, you must be celibate Spaz, just a little Got a sack we can sizzle 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 trying to get what I'm worth and not a penny less Think fast, (come on!) bank cash (come on!) Everybody do it wit'cha stank ass (come on!) [Hook: Method Man and 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!) [Interlude: Method Man and Busta Rhymes] Yeah, let 'em talk, nigga, come on Bust Aiyo, Meth, let me get at these niggas Yeah [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] Now watch me back your shit up I hope your people pull up And pick up and pack your shit up Homey it's time to move While I'm seeing right through you let me relieve you all of your Figures seating screeching, never believing you niggas Go head and babble, you can watch me patiently waiting Aiming, attacking Instead I'mma let one of my bitches slap you I invite you and your niggas to try and feel the wrath Of the unruly unawakening of a sleeping giant Once I give you the pressure And then I apply it and then your breathin is stopped and totally quiet Captain of this ship So call me the pilot I leave you and your crew to collide with me then I Stomp on a nigga, just like a herd of a thousand cattle That'll travel over your face and frazzle your shit Chop you worse than a brick and then we torture you And then get the reverend, and get to steppin, nigga This shit'll make you [Hook] [Interlude: Method Man and Busta Rhymes] Haha, that's the truth, my nigga Nigga, listen, listen, let me talk Let me talk [Busta Rhymes and Method Man] Can't you see what I got for you now Shake your big fat ass in front of me now To all my high bidders, to all my live niggas We here to blackout, follow the story now Just feel my heat, and you know I'm gonna Just keep the street, but nigga did you Know when you bout to lose it, my nigga And you know we gon' get real stupid, my nigga [Busta Rhymes] See the police coming Fireman coming Street niggas ready to riot and start dumbing I love to see it whenever you and your man fronting Me and Meth'll step to you quick And smash something [Method Man] Now who is he? Dope MC killin these cowards Wack niggas get pimp slapped, give me some powder Click-clack, one in your back, now think about it Get back, running your yap I can't allow it [Busta Rhymes] Well yeah my nigga you know we seeing it through God The streets be needing niggas like me and you God I think what I'm seein from here we got em whylin yo Logical, we should've did this shit a long time ago [Method Man] I got that shit that make rappers shit in they shoes Nasty MC, I spit flows and spit in they food Man don't tempt me I'm nothing like a curious child I'm simply a Boy in the Hood with Furious Styles This shit'll make you [Hook] [Outro: Method Man and Busta Rhymes] Every day, every rotation, come with it Let me talk... come on, hah Aiyo God Yeah, lord Flipmode/Wu-Tang, nigga, ain't that some shit That's some shit, actually truthfully, Busta Bust! (Meth Tical Yeah, yeah, let me know when you wanna do that again, God Shit we can do it right now Shout out to New Jersey, hahaha, yeah