Baby Sham...
 Rah Digga...
 Spliff Star...
 Flipmode...
 In ya face...
 U wanna battle
 [Spliff Star]
 Yo  Yo  Yo! It's my time to shine and I'm a shine bright
 Terrorize the mic  get the crowd height. Make em want to fight
 You see the ryhmes I construct. The flows I conduct (say what)
 It messed up the body like somebody got buck  Pluck a word
 I laze it down flat like a door mat (get down)
 In every state wherever I toured at.
 ?bliff my spliff nuttin bubble? Da what, Da undesputed
 Counting traps, taking trip out the cacilac.
 Smokin' quan-quan. Chill wit wild chics in the Montreaon
 Cracking da many bar, for the hell. Grap a Avreon
 Mink Spliff, be the illest tailor of my fashion
 The hell what people think. Watch a brother turn platinum
 Chorus:
 [Busta]
 Ya'll people people wanna get down. Ya sucker wanna battle
 A what Ya'll wannna do. Na cha cha cha cha cha
 Ya'll people people wanna get down. Ya sucker wanna battle
 A what Ya'll wannna do. Na cha cha cha cha cha
 Ya'll people people wanna get down. Na cha cha cha cha cha
 Ya sucker wanna battle. Na cha cha cha cha cha
 A what Ya'll wannna do. Na cha cha cha cha cha
 Na cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha
 [Rah Digga]
 Digga, Digga. first name Rahshea
 Sweetest person, had no idea
 Just like that honey flipped three times
 Wit nickles and dime staking ryhmes by the eon
 Situation around the way with my women
 Looking spiffy wit the vendi type linen
 Tote'n herbals, we got papers like staples
 Marla Marples, didn't think I could take you
 Confrontation, now rappers wanna run up
 Trying to flex muscle on a shorty tring to come up (pssss!)
 Ryhmes hotter than concrete statues in Eygpt
 Roll em all out like they parapilegic
 Boy--I got lyrics for the brain
 You faker than them new heads calling me by my nickname
 I shatter a ego quick. I be that chick
 The wrong people gonna be round to see that shhhhhh!
 Chorus
 [Baby Sham]
 Get the royal blue nab (nab), and swing my way (way)
 On some real party type if you hold your way (way)
 I can hold mine. You wanna battle--blow some lines (lines)
 Rocks gleam on the top of my wrist. You want this
 Be the same dude that hop on the pubic splits (ugh)
 Can't hold this jealous cause ya shorty want this
 You lady blacked out in front of my crib. Her man staked out
 On the rare the cloud sh...shut your mouth
 What you chap out the same word. Been on for ?chriz?
 The style got you twist up walk wit face ice grilled up
 Some kat pulled up in a black surburb
 Let me move first so I can pulled my truck to the curb
 Ya moves slow get bashed in from Q.B. to Aspen
 I'm short for reason. You spoke and should have passed that
 Don't ask my age cause the world made me like that
 Blow a whole in this place as soon as my bomb contact
 Chorus
 [still Busta]
 Yeah, Rah Digga, Sliff Star, Baby Sham, Flipmode Squad