Shouldn't a did that 

Me and Busta Rhymes





Ha ha ha ha hahahaha





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?





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





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









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