What It's All About

[Intro: Busta Rhymes]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Busta Rhymes, Slum Village, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Flipmode Squad, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, check it out, y'all

We gon' bounce around like this, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yo

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]

First class, full blast

Smash everything, women wiggle they ass

All my niggas analyze the color contrast

Live parallel, bound, shake control amass

Hocus pocus, focus

Smoke this, watch Busta Rhymes, the dopest

Hit y'all niggas with the bomb diagnosis

Slum Village hot shit and you know this

Nowadays we talk funny and floss money

Jiffy shot the whip down when the day's sunny

Busta Rhymes and Slum Village will make a pilgrimage

From Detroit all the way back to the Brooklyn Bridge

Black bats and axe, the crime rhyme, spittin' my max

He's spinnin' my wax, now feel it one time

Blow your mind, shine, blind all y'all at the same time

Regulate shit 'cause I always come to take mine

[Chorus]

Doin' (What it's all about)

Stop (What it's all about)

Doin' (What it's all about)

Stop

[Verse 2: Jay-Dee & Busta Rhymes]

It's on now, we worldwide

Roots crew, what up? Yo

I'm every MC by the name of Jay-Dee

Do it (Spell it out, though)

Yeah, that's the way it is, nigga, get your money, huh

Detroit the Metropolis

Superfly, why try? Ain't no stoppin' this shit

SV stay on top of this

If your not bloppin' this, niggas poppin the ****

It's all real (Ain't no props), nah, ain't no props in this, huh

Stay in the mix like the Papadopolis, get it?

In your doppler, get it? The proper shit

SV, Flipmode, you're not stoppin' this shit (My nigga Jay-Dee)

[Chorus: T3]

Doin' (What it's all about)

Stop (What it's all about)

Doin' (What it's all about)

Stop (What it's all about)

Doin' (Yo)

[Verse 3: T3]

Lies on wax with the extra raps

See, the S been doin' this shit since way back

Say that, when it comes to rap, we got a knack for that

And for that we brag

Also, we rap so this loot could stack

Grippin' the phat Cadillac with the diamond back

If you was to ask me where it's at

Said it's all about the cheese and these SV cats

On the real, the real Detroit rap

Player haters get the actual finesse it lacks

See, the words you speak can get you caught in a trap

Don't write your own raps, let somebody else do that, that's word up

[Chorus]

Doin' (What it's all about)

Stop (What it's all about)

Doin' (What it's all about)

Stop (What it's all about)

Doin'

[Verse 4: Baatin]

East McNichols, snakes don't give a fuck

Frank Nitti got no pity on these niggas for what

My nigga Dane working up the game, he from Earth

Show these niggas how you get your money's worth (I'm movin' and I'm movin')

I'm movin' in position with my mutual fund

I'll take it out in seconds and you don't know how it's done

I'm every emcee plus three plus one

All around the world giving suckers the runs

Call me Bismol with the Pepto shit

I guess that you could say that we the ultimate

Flipmode Squad and the Slum's the shit

Come on everybody, let me see you get down

Come on everybody, Motown

[Chorus]

Stop (What it's all about)

Doin' (What it's all about)

Stop (What it's all about)

Doin'

Stop

[Post-Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

Makin' you bounce

My niggas Slum Village makin' you bounce

Busta Rhymes, y'all, makin' you bounce

It's Flipmode Squad, baby, makin' you bounce

Niggas in the world, makin' you bounce

All my bitches in the world, you know we're makin' you bounce

Yo, yo, ayo, we makin' you bounce

Just shake your little ass, girl, makin' you bounce

[Outro]

Doin'

Stop

Doin'

Stop

[Interlude]

Them niggas ain't really screwed on too tight, yo

I mean, that shit ain't tight, yo

Shit ain't screwed on right, I mean

First of all, you got a nigga named Jay-Dee

I mean, how in the fuck you gon' call yourself Jay-Dee

And there's a whole 'nother nigga named JD?

I mean, I dunno, are you on the shit or somethin'?

Or are you just, tryin' to like

Just use his name so niggas can listen to your beats? That's wack

And then some nigga, what's his name? Baatin? Blah-tin?

I don't know what the fuck his name is

Anyway, the nigga sound like

Mike G from Jungle Brothers and Q-Tip from Tribe mixed

Like, morphed up together

Speakin' of Tribe, the niggas' shit, their shit sound like Tribe

I mean, their shit ain't tight, yo

And if you gon' sound like Tribe, least talk about some positive shit

Them niggas always talkin' 'bout bitches

Not even girls, just bitches