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• 1348.muzikPTZ$Method Man-What's Happenin' (feat. Busta Rhymes)

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!

[Method Man]

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 (come on) bank cash (come on)

Everybody do it with your stank ass (just come on)

[Chorus: Method Man (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 (Busta Rhymes)]

Yeah... let 'em talk, nigga, come on Bust

(Aiyo, Meth, let me get at these niggaz) Yeah!

[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 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'mma 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..

[Chorus: Method Man (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 (Busta Rhymes)]

Haha, that's the truth... my nigga

(Nigga, listen, listen, let me talk) Let me talk! (huh)

[Busta Rhymes (Method Man) {both}]

Can't you see what I got for you now

(Shake your big fat ass in front of me now)

To all my hig

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