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* (M) indicates only Madd Rapper * (B) indicates only Busta Rhymes Intro: Madd Rapper/Busta Rhymes (M)Oh shit What da fuck yo (B)Yeah yeah (M)Anotha colabo Busta Rhymes (B)Flipmode Crazy Cat Catalogue muthafuckers, ayight (M)For the street niggas Word up Brooklyn (B)Uh huh (M)Rhyme specialist Word up, watcha back (B)Word bond Verse 1: Madd Rapper/Busta Rhymes (B) Yo yo, fuck it my niggas, You know we gon ill Fagot niggas need to be quiet, and let da God build (M) 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 (B) Type of shit that'll have you walk wit da illest ice grill Masquerade and sherade of robberies, niggas stand still (M) 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 (B) Da type to wet niggas, whenever dey mack spill Rehearse robbin' niggas, like dey rehearsin' a fire drill Randomly run up on niggas, at dey free will (M) We strip down niggas, and spend doe for cheap thrills (B) 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' over there And if ya ridin' in ya truck and ya don't giva a fuck Turn it up to ten until ya'll niggas can't hear, yeah Live nigga standin' right there, yeah My live bitches standin' over 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 niggas 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 niggas, 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 Niggas 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 niggas to swindle you for yours ????? shit A dis ain't a game nigga We damage yo frame niggas 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 niggas money Hook: