(feat. Busta Rhymes, Mad Skillz)



[Record Scratch]



[Busta Rhymes]

"Yeah, yeah- Drukenstyle '99- Busta Rhymes- I smoke blunts though, but I

get drunk with the Drunkenstyle '99 shit- Flipmode Squad, check it out."



Ayyo, extreme force of course- Time to floss

straight to The Source- Nigga, ya lost- Who be the boss?

Busta Rhymes, nigga, ya soft- Makin' ya cough,

turnin' ya ass off- Bounce to my loft, let me show off

more shit niggas can't fuck wit'- The raw hit

Split your dome quick- Bitches lust my ice bracelet

Quick, baby, recite it- Ya like it

*Fucked* you in the right place with my night stick

I be the S-500, V-8, drop suspension,

customized twenty inch rim, chip inside the fuel injection

Pay attention to this lesson before I mention

Experience the Flipmode lyrical apprehension

I'm in the zone, hang up the cell phone

Rock stupid ice- Bitch started romancin' my stones

More style I've ever shown, holdin' my own

Don't let me catch you alone 'fore I hit you wit' the full blown!

Bust Rhymes like that, kick you in your back

Mothafucka, it's goin' down like that

Drunkenstyle '99 shit



[Whistle blowing]



Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo

Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo

Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo

Ayyo, Drunkenstyle '99



Ayyo, one million and one times

We floss, fuck wit' these bitches wit' money on my mind

Rock coyote furs, displayin' Frank Mueller watches

Get in the waistline, the nozzle way down in my crotches

Open the jewelery boxes- Select ice wit' such a shine

Look at the sky, see little movin' color blotches

Supreme niggas, controllin' the scene niggas

Your crew funny-lookin' like Mr- Bean, nigga!

Bitch slap a bitch nigga, fall on the ground

and you apply- We identified what your little bitch sound

Ehhh! Ehhh! Niggas is cryin' like a faggot's ass beaten

We catch pics and wild wit' they money for the weekend

Raise the stakes, my nigga, fuck the contemplatin'

Who be regulatin' shit, we controllin' the situation

Take your paper and bounce, niggas ain't sayin' nothin'

Then I stop, stare in ya face and dare ya to say somethin'

Busta Rhymes, Flipmode Squad,

straight smokin' blunts consistantly

Drunkenstyle '99 shit, Flipmode Squad,

authentic street corner hip-hop, nigga

But the problem is Extinction Level Event shit

Bouncin' like satellites in orbit

Stay seein' all you funny-ass niggas at every-ass angle

Mothafucka, tryin' to move like you creepin' up on somethin'



Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo

Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo

Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo

Ayyo, Drunkenstyle '99

Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo

Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo

Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo

Ayyo, Drunkenstyle '99



[Mad Skillz on a telephone]

"Yo, this Mad Skillz, you-know-what-I'm-sayin'? When I ain't endin' out

end M.C.'s careers real quick, I'm checkin' out my man Drunken Master,

you-know-what-I'm-sayin'? You know how we get down

And if you don't know we don't speak,

so watch you favorite beacon freak when my shit hits the streets

I'm unslept on like pissy sheets

I got lines and rhymes that raise minds like Einstein out his sleep

Fuck a heat- Nigga, I'm MC squared

Rhyme style rare and I'll choke yo' ass like E in Hair

Not to be compared to you or that nigga over there

I'ma evacuate more rapid then a prison bomb scare- Aiiight?

Ya betta open up ya eyes and peep the real before I jump out this joint."