(feat. Busta Rhymes)



[Intro: Madd Rapper/Busta Rhymes]

[Madd Rapper:] Oh shit

What da fuck yo

[Busta Rhymes:] Yeah yeah

[Madd Rapper:] Anotha colabo

Busta Rhymes

[Busta Rhymes:] Flipmode Crazy Cat Catalogue muthafuckers, ayight

[Madd Rapper:]For the street niggaz

Word up Brooklyn

[Busta Rhymes:] Uh huh

[Madd Rapper:]Rhyme specialist

Word up, watcha back

[Busta Rhymes:] Word bond



[Verse 1: Madd Rapper/Busta Rhymes]

[Busta Rhymes:]  Yo yo, fuck it my niggaz, You know we gon ill

Fagot niggaz need to be quiet, and let da God build

[Madd Rapper:] Ay yo, word, peace of the God, you know shit is real

Still wonderin' how it feel, to hold a half-a-mil

Dey fucked wit a weak lawyer, and signed a wacked deal

[Busta Rhymes:]  Type of shit that'll have you walk wit da illest ice grill

Masquerade and sherade of robberies, niggaz stand still

[Madd Rapper:] We take nickles, pennies, dimes, quarters, and dollar bills

Better run for the hills, and bounce wit da cat skillz

My whole team feel, wit cats its no frills

[Busta Rhymes:]  Da type to wet niggaz, whenever dey mack spill

Rehearse robbin' niggaz, like dey rehearsin' a fire drill

Randomly run up on niggaz, at dey free will

[Madd Rapper:] We strip down niggaz, and spend doe for cheap thrills

[Busta Rhymes:] A couple of broke strippers, hustlin' birth control pills

We send dem broke bitches, to boothes on Roosevelt Field



[Hook: Madd Rapper/Busta Rhymes(Together)]

Live nigga standin' right there, yeah

My live bitches standin' right there

And if ya ridin' in ya truck and ya don't giva a fuck

Turn it up to ten until ya'll niggaz can't hear, yeah

Live nigga standin' right there, yeah

My live bitches standin' right there

And if you ever in da front and ya smokin' a blunt

And you don't give a fuck blow ya smoke up in da air



[Verse 2: Madd Rapper]

In case you forgot, Ima six floor nigga

A corner store, dollar and a dream, a big four nigga

I spit raw nigga, Don't know nuttin'

All I Know is I want ya doe, and hoes be frontin'

Word, a forty-five certified rap phenomenon,

After da gold and platinum

Hated on me first, I'm mad at dem

So I Gotcha when dey sleep, and I squeeze my gat on dem

Flaten' Dem, Live at da Garden I'm packin' dem

D-Dot beats, I'm trackin' Dem, Attackin' dem

Namin' Names on records, gettin' back at dem

Closet ass homo niggaz actin' masculine

Pack a gun, Just in case too many of you Run up in my face

Wit all dat bass, act like yall can't get scraped

Straight erase, and take yo place

Mutha fuckaz



[Hook:]



[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]

Check it out, this goes out to all my niggaz, I'm givin' you a shout

Try and figure this out, word up

I'm talkin' to all my live muthafuckaz who stay

fuckin' chicken head crews, and bonafied dick suckaz

Niggaz rollin' wild wips wit a great stash for

Da boomin' system, burnin' like a portable sound clash

Fuck meaty bone bitches, who stocked wit a round ass

Livin' on a cell phone and gettin' hed in an E-Class

Please pass the L, why you cradlin' shit

Type of niggaz to swindle you for yours ????? shit

A dis ain't a game nigga

We damage yo frame niggaz

Yo I could give a fuck everyday robbin' da same nigga

Bark on da same nigga, make you know how to act

And blast a low budget on even a high calibur cat

Word to my mother Sometimes I think Its kinda funny

How I stay stackin' whether its mines or another niggaz money



[Hook]