Mystikal: Ugh camera rolling Shouldn't a did that Me and Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes:Busta Rhymes and Mystikal Nigga Ha ha ha ha hahahaha
Mystikal: Bitch I'm on a mission Not the one to be mixed up from this nigga and that nigga Hundred percent, full blooded natural, rap whipper Ass kicker, mad spliffer, back flipper That much colder than the last nigga Come from my pops so y'all aint fucking with me I come to get down, its time to get down I think u chicken bust a cap I'm the one mixed with Duggery and Master P Ugh! Mystikal and Busta Rhymes Ohh shit the shocker and the guillitine Down, now put my gun on fire One eight zero zero can't nobody fly Like the cotton off your bottem then its gotta be me Late at night, lights out, you in a perminent sleep Aint many of these niggas coming harder than me Flip Mode, No Limit, who you thought it would be?
Chorus: Mystikal/Busta Rhymes(Busta Rhymes mimics Mystikal) Wacha want nigga? Wacha need nigga? We gonna give it to ya Untill u bleed nigga Now where my live niggas? Where my live bitches? This for my live niggas This for my live bitches Now wacha want nigga? Wacha need nigga? We gonna give it to you Untill u bleed nigga Now where my live niggas? Where my live bitches? This for my live niggas This for my live bitches
Busta Rhymes: Contact we will bomb that All I know is they will make a nigga We will omb back when we contact For better or worse Make a niggas heart sweell up and burst You know one of my niggas busting shots first Bust another shot off into the earth Leave a nigga stressed Feeling the pain of a women giving child birth See now a days everywhere we go we'll carry ya Even when we swinging with bitches down at the Mariot Chickens that will bust back on you and the ferries that Waiting for me to marry ya Ride up in my chariot Sorry but I aint having it Thinking u can roll cause you wearing a little glamour and acting all irogant Bitch Nigga Beet it like Micheal and fuck up you cycle Blast you with my grandfather's rifle I'm great to stifle Bitch Create a crises your paying the prises With the devil you was never richeous I think i might just, hit you now? You know u can fold here, niggas know it aint all there Prepare for warfare, niggas is everywhere Fuck with my niggas we are double there Flip Mode nigga you'll find trouble here Tipsy and turning, crispy and burning Hoping and learning You yerning to take hold of a niggas burning Reps for every grain of salt from every street corner The ones you wanted from Brooklyn to the south of the border No Limit and Flip Mode in this bitch While Mystikal and Busta Rhymes be straight busting your shit
Chorus 2
Mystikal: I want another side of fries with my poppa's chicken and bisquit Take the wall out, fall out I'm not playing with these dumb bitches What you doing if your riches don't fit ya? Ball playing and swinging on a track We some big old niggas Not some dead old niggas Bitch you trying to do something I'm gonna get on with ya I'm scratchy! You can't match I'm known for getting nasty With my ciggerette ass Once I get this fucker started you can't stop Oww you done fucked up now Mystikal and Busta Rhymes like Dolomite and Red Fox They frightened of the braids, running from the dread lox
