[Intro: Rampage]
Mr. Walt, Evil Dee, Universal
Flipmode, check it out
Ha!
[Verse 1: Rampage]
My shit is sicker latte
Blackin' out on niggas up at Jimmy's Cafe
Puerto Rican mamis lookin' like Sole
Take 'em to the crib then I fuck 'em that day (true)
Kick them bitches out, you know my gun play (play)
I'm gangsta, live that street life everyday (day)
Just like Scarface, I still pump the yay (yay)
I gotta get mine, that's the American way, now
[Verse 2: Baby Sham]
Jump out the whip, I'm not the type of nigga to trip
Somethin' sick from the nozzle, wanted large when it spit
Hittin' you up, lettin' you bleed in the seat of your truck
And flee the scene when the smoke clear, quiet as fuck
Startin' to lose it, for me that is realer than music
Hold ya plaque up to ya chest and blow right through it
Eight bars on some next shit, probably don't fit
But that don't mean for me to keep quiet and zip up my lips
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
My real niggas wildin' up in the spot
I know y'all niggas want it
What up, what up?
(Take that, nigga!)
To all my bitches gettin' rowdy with us
I know my bitches want it
What up, what up?
(Take that, bitches! Take that!)
Weak niggas (Take that!)
Motherfuckers (Take that!)
All my bitches (Take that!)
Thug niggas (Take that!)
East coast (Take that!)
West coast (Take that!)
Dirty south (Take that!)
Well if you want it (Take that!)
[Verse 3: Roc Marciano]
Gangsta nigga, I lace cats, blunted or sober
Fuck who you know of
You don't want it, I'll put some dough up
I told you once, I'm grippin' the auto
I tap your jawbone, take your broad home in a Volvo
It's good I can rap, so you don't catch bullets in your back
And for most that can't see me, I put my foot in they ass
Word, if I catch your man sleepin', get clapped
Like some applause, I can't afford weak links
I'm too strong, niggas are meek
[Verse 4: Spliff Star]
In a heartbeat I spark the heat
Who wanna start some beef and catch a hot one in they mink?
Turn savage like a caveman, with the guns blazin'
Executioner style, brains on the pavement
Nigga face it, you thought I'd never make it
Thought I'd be dead somewhere, or incarcerated
I'm too slick, FBI: suck a dick
Your son is my fan, plus your daughter's my bitch
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
My real niggas wildin' up in the spot
I know y'all niggas want it
What up, what up?
(Take that, nigga!)
To all my bitches gettin' rowdy with us
I know my bitches want it
What up, what up?
(Take that, bitches! Take that!)
Weak niggas (Take that!)
Motherfuckers (Take that!)
All my bitches (Take that!)
Thug niggas (Take that!)
East coast (Take that!)
West coast (Take that!)
Dirty south (Take that!)
Well if you want it (Take that!)
[Verse 5: Rah Digga]
Yea, with my rhymes hittin'
I specialize, Grimy spittin' more grimy
Than a loosie with some Chinese chicken
Have you writin' under pressure 'til your fingers start to blister
Lookin' like some shit on the neck from rusty clippers
In my BM, fillin' the tank with my per diem, call 'em as I see 'em
Underground swingin' to the +Masters+
Tigers Woods, light the goods, tried to turn a new leaf
Just can't fight the hood
[Verse 6: Busta Rhymes]
Na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na
Now let me rip it right now, will hit y'all with the
Big, gigantic, oversized, BLADOW!!
It's so amazing how we stuff shit up
How we blaze it, and we fuck shit up
Like when the bitch give me head
And I bust and she suck shit up
Like a motherfuckin' suction cup
So turn this motherfuckin' truck shit up
While I be spillin' this shit with no remorse
See how we killin' this shit
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
My real niggas wildin' up in the spot
I know y'all niggas want it
What up, what up?
(Take that, nigga!)
To all my bitches gettin' rowdy with us
I know my bitches want it
What up, what up?
(Take that, bitches! Take that!)
Weak niggas (Take that!)
Motherfuckers (Take that!)
All my bitches (Take that!)
Thug niggas (Take that!)
East coast (Take that!)
West coast (Take that!)
Dirty south (Take that!)
Well if you want it (Take that!)
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