(feat. Silkk the Shocker, Dub Pistols)



[Busta Rhymes talking]

Silkk the Shocker, Busta Rhymes

Never been done before you motherfuckers

Tanks and armored trucks bitches

Don't get it fucked up

Don't even look at me diagonally

You better look at me straight up and down

Six o'clock bitch, check it out now



[Busta Rhymes]

First and foremost I'm only here to knock shit down

And push ya shit back and completely lock shit down

And make sure niggas know how to act

The way we blaze shit, imagine if we really had to resort to the gat



[Silkk the Shocker]

Yeah, we treat niggas like audiences just clap em' down

Well fuck what happened before this what's happenin' now

For you niggas who hate, really can't stand for this

Break both ya legs, now ya can't really stand for shit



[Busta Rhymes]

You motherfuckers thought the game was the same

Now a days niggas in the hood got dabs to shoot down a plane

We bloody niggas so quick and so fast

Instead of givin' niggas that gat I prefer to put a foot in they ass



[Silkk the Shocker (Busta Rhymes)]

I got something for them dudes who be tryin' to be too hard

A street sweeper and I ain't talkin' about kind that can move ya car

I'm a bad dude (Oh yeah, I'm really talkin' about bad)

I'm a big ol' problem (And he ain't really talkin' about math)



[Hook: Busta Rhymes]

To all my thugs in the street puttin' it down with us, come on

My real live soldiers puttin' it down with us, come on

My street corner colonels, uh, get down with us, come on

My dogs who hold they post down is down with us, where you at

Now all my people in the East is down with us, come on

My hustlers in the West is down with us, come on

My Dirty South gangstas, yeah, is down with us, come on

And forever keepin' it gully, ya know it's a must

I'm number one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one

One, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one

I'm number one



[Silkk the Shocker]

I know I'm the one, I'm supposed to win it

No type showin' lots of chips but they mostly twenties

Lots of Cris, mostly bottles

Lots of chicks, mostly models

Lots of bullets solid but they mostly hollow

Ya ain't gotta say nothin' nigga for me to dump off

Here my nuts can say right hear it's the jump off

I'm in the car, smoked when I drive, tear the roof of the coupe off

Me jump in the club, make em' tear the roof off



[Hook]



[Busta Rhymes]

To all my cats who think they thuggin' only doin' it wrong

The church bell rings only to play ya funeral song

You wack nigga throw them lyrics away

Before I turn ya to a ghost make angels carry ya spirit away

Even though my broad be holdin' a snub

A bottle of Cris can end up becomin' the worst weapon inside a club

The way we beat you with and the way we come with such brute force

This how we party and next time me and my whole crew floss

The new boss of this old shit

Before ya move me probably there's a million dudes ya have to go get

So Busta-Bus be makin' em' run

Under studio, every level I say it with conviction

I'm number one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one

One, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one



[Hook]



[Busta Rhymes talking]

Silkk the Shocker, Busta Rhymes

Never been done before you motherfuckers

The one