Method Man What's happenin' ft busta rhymes lyrics

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

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, bank cash
(Come on, come on)
Everybody do it with your stank ass
(Just come on)

Make you rob somebody, grab somebody
(What? What?)
Stomp somebody, slap somebody
(What? What?)

Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi
(What?)
Wild out, Spaz in the club, we in the party
(What?)

Brooklyn, Shaolin
(Come on Come on)
Queensbridge down to Long Island
(Come on)

Bronx, nigga, Manhattan
(Come on, come on)
To each and every hood what's happening?
(Come on)

Yeah, let 'em talk, nigga, come on Bust
(Aiyo, Meth, let me get at these niggaz)
Yeah

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 singin', ma, do you let relieve you of all of your
Figure seating sketching? Never believe in your niggaz
(Come on)

Go head and babble, you can watch me patiently waiting
Aimin', attackin', instead I'ma let one of my bitches slap you
I ain't watch you when your niggaz'll try
To feel a wrath of the un-rudely waking of a sleeping giant

(Very defiant)
Once I give you the pressure
And then I apply it and then your
Breathing is stop and totally quiet
(Sss, oh)

Captain of this ship so call me the pilot
I leave you and your crew to collide with me
Die, stomp on a nigga, just like a herd of a thousand cattle
That'll travel over your face and frazzle your shit

Shot you worst than a brick and then be torturin' you
And then get the reverend and get to steppin', nigga
This shit'll make you

Make you rob somebody, grab somebody
(What? What?)
Stomp somebody, slap somebody
(What? What?)


Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi
(What?)
Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party
(What?)

Brooklyn, Shaolin
(Come on, come on)
Queensbridge down to Long Island
(Come on)

Bronx, nigga, Manhattan
(Come on, come on)
To each and every hood what's happening?
(Come on)

Haha, that's the truth, my nigga
(Nigga, listen, listen, let me talk)
Let me talk
(Huh)

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 niggaz)

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

See the police coming, fireman coming
(What? What?)
Street niggaz ready to riot and start dummin'
(What?)

I love to see it, whenever you and your man frontin'
(What?)
Me and Meth'll step to you, quick And smash somethin'
(What?)

Now, who is he? Dope M.C. killin' these cowards
Wack niggaz get pimp slapped, give me some powder
Click-clack, one in your back, now, think about it
Get back, runnin' your gap, I can't allow it

Well, every nigga you know, we seeing it through God
(Set it off)
The streets be needing niggaz like me and you, God
Aiyo, I think we're up, seen it from here, we got a mile, yo
Logical, we should of done this shit a long time ago

I got that shit that make rappers shit in they shoes
Nasty M.C., I spit flows and spit in they food
Man, don't tempt me, I'm nothin' like a curious child
I'm simply a boy in the hood with furious child
(This shit'll make you)

Rob somebody, grab somebody
(What? What?)
Stomp somebody, slap somebody
(What? What?)

Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi
(What?)
Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party
(What?)

Brooklyn, Shaolin
(Come on, come on)
Queensbridge down to Long Island
(Come on)

Bronx, nigga, Manhattan
(Come on, come on)
To each and every hood what's happening?
(Come on)

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 that right now
Shout out to New Jersey, hahaha, yeah