"Make It Clap"
(feat. Spliff Star)

[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Just make it clap, just make it clap
Ay yo we 'bout to take everybody from every street
And throw a party in the Grand Canyon, come on!!!
Ah ha, yeah yeah, uh ah uh, yeah yeah, ah, ah, ah
Flipmode baby, yeah, check it out

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Hey! Hey! Ain't no fakin the fluid
Water drippin off asses of women that's shakin it to it
While I'm takin you through it, no mistakin my crew is
Flipmode baby!!! got you actin all stupid
Now I'm back in the cupid, just to tell you the truth is
Them niggas that be havin you blacken and ready to lose it
Pushin lambos and harley rockin Roberto Cavalli (Huh!)
Now I got a new hobby diamonds and tattoos and bodies
Watch me crash through the party, go 'head and spaz girl
Tatoo in the name of my click across yo' ass girl
We 'bout to blast girl, from here to Albuquerque
Like jamaican niggas rockin big chains in socker jerseys
Take you on hotter journeys, the way we put it down
And be hittin be havin you shittin more than a box of hersheys
We come to control it we come to command it
And just for the record we always come to set a new standard
Act like you know

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Incase you ain't know and incase you ain't heard
And if you want us to set it just give me the word
This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin them birds
To all my shorties wigglin they shakin they curves
Just make it clap, Just make it clap, Just make it clap
Just make it clap

[Verse 2: Spliff Star]
See you a hot little mama it's only right that I holla
Love your face love your smile love that ass in a Prada
Make it, bounce up and down like the six four impalla
Turn around wiggle it like you shakin it for dollars
Girl your skin tone pretty and you love top wear Vickey
Sport Gucci and Gabbana when you love the world is sticky
Got a, crib in the city with a cherry eight fifty
We could cruise down the avenue and shop till you dizzy
Throw some karats in your pinky have your neck and wrist blingy
I could bless you with it all boo but never say gimme
We can, pop yellow bottles push whips in all models
Vroom vroom on the Calisport instead of Gucci goggles
I'm a fly little nigga boo enough for you to dig it boo
Hit me up later we can go somewhere and kick it boo
The name is Spliff baby I'll make you man hate me
Cause my shit's steak and gravy plus my pipe gettin crazy baby

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Incase you ain't know and incase you ain't heard
And if you want us to set it just give me the word
This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin them birds
To all my shorties wigglin they shakin they curves
Just make it clap, Just make it clap, Just make it clap
Just make it clap

[Bridge: Busta Rhymes]
I say come on if your ready, we wylin all night
We make you feel good, make you feel right
See they drunk off of the henny, niggas wanna fight
Shit these bitches be wearin be fittin real tight
Niggas up in the club, niggas outside
Bag a couple bitches, bring 'em in inmtside
Shorty dodgin and dippin, shorty tryin to hide
Busy dodgin a nigga because she wanna ride, come on if ya....

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
All ready we come to muscle y'all women
Come on, rastle and try to hastle and hustle y'all women
Come on, you you you you see how we bubble y'all women
Come on, dibble and dabble how we be lovin y'all women
Come on

[Spliff Star]
Let's get it on and let me hit it with my fitted on
Never mind a slow jam pump one of Biggie's songs
Strip, yell or purr her off show me that butter soft
Open wide ma swallow when I let it off, yo

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Incase you ain't know and incase you ain't heard
And if you want us to set it just give me the word
This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin them birds
To all my shorties wigglin they shakin they curves
Just make it clap, Just make it clap, Just make it clap
Just make it clap

[Outro]
Just make it clap, Just make it clap, Just make it clap
Just make it clap

"Make It Clap (Remix)"
(feat. Sean Paul, Spliff Star)

[Intro: Sean Paul (Busta Rhymes)]
We make it clap, we make it clap (Huh!)
Yeah yeah yeah (Flipmode!!!) Busta Rhymes (Busta Rhymes!!!)
Sean-A-Paul (Sean Paul!!!)
One more time (Ha!!!) kill 'em with a rhyme (Huh!!!)
Remix time (remix!!!) a dutty yeah, yo, Spliff Star (Spliff!!!)
Flipmode Squad (Ha!!!) we kill 'em with a rhyme, a dutty yeah

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Cau mi seh jump up clap oonu hand and siddung get up
And mi nah wig out mek everybody flip out oonu fi carry on
To get tired I waan chillout, all a di gal a sweat out
Mek your body keep clappin on

[Sean Paul]
Flipmode a roll wid all di hottest set a gal dem inna di dance
And Dutty Cup we deyah mek di gal dem jump up and prance
Busta Rhymes and Sean-A-Paul di lyrical magician
There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands
Flipmode a roll wid all di hottest set a gal dem inna di dance
And Dutty Cup we deyah mek di gal dem jump up and prance
Busta Rhymes and Sean-A-Paul di lyrical magician
There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands, so push it up deh

[Busta Rhymes]
Back with the remix with Spliff and Sean-A-Paul on the corner
Can't believe when we do it we smack it down how we wanna
Keepin it comin keepin it goin cause we ain't playin
I'm talkin to all my people cause what I'm sayin is

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
In case you ain't know and in case you ain't heard
And if you want us to set it just give me the word
This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin them birds
To all my shorties wigglin they shakin they curves

[Sean Paul]
We make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap

[Verse 2: Spliff Star]
Poor snapper, lookin at shorty shakin it and makin it clap
Booty big pokin out like twenties on the lap
When I give it to her shorty know how to throw it back
Booty bangin to the beat sometimes we overlap-sing
Gal peel out your blouse and your tight-jeans
Let me lick you down dip you with some ice-cream
Gal holla holla my name when I slide-in
Thunderstorm, rain, sleet and light-ning
Hold me tight feel the triniman grin-ding and grin-ding and grin-ding
Gal dip and bounce start whin-ning
You see Spliff, Sean Paul and Busta Rhymes, seen
([Busta Rhymes:] We got dough) You could tell by what we dri-ving
([Busta Rhymes:] Lookin at the jewels) How it's different and blin-ding
And blin-ding and blin-ding it's like that make it clap now

[Chorus]

[Sean Paul]
We make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap

[Bridge: Sean Paul]
Flipmode a roll wid all di hottest set a gal dem inna di dance
And Dutty Cup we deyah mek di gal dem jump up and prance
Busta Rhymes and Sean-A-Paul di lyrical magician
There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands
Flipmode a roll wid all di hottest set a gal dem inna di dance
And Dutty Cup we deyah mek di gal dem jump up and prance
Busta Rhymes and Sean-A-Paul di lyrical magician
There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands

[Verse 3: Sean Paul]
We make it clap deh, keep it a clap gal wiggle yuh body
Mi waan fi see all a di style weh yuh a pack deh
Listen di lyrics a weh mi dun mi all a chat seh
Rotate yuh body then non stop like apache
Dawn and Karyn or Angie and Patsy
Inna di videolight just like a big sunday matinee
Nuff fi gimme di light mi blow di smoke like apache
Mashin up di dance and mi flatten it, we make it clap

[Busta Rhymes]
Who a call me the abominal snowman
Put it down make 'em say it's such a phenominal show man
Unbelievable how you be stackin the dough man
When we rollin a thousand headcracks in a row man
The way we start the show and how we constantly flow man
Regular paper comin watch me properly blow man
Come on keepin it comin keepin it goin cause we ain't playin
I'm talkin to all of my people because what I'm sayin is

[Chorus]

[Sean Paul]
We make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap

[Outro: Sean Paul]
We make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap

"Make It Hurt"

We gon' change things
Yea, Genesis niggaz
We gotta introduce y'all to the motherfuckin new millenium bounce
Yea, two-thousand and one hot shit hot shit c'mon
All my niggaz in the place, all my bitches in the place
C'mon, c'mon, let's get to it
Let's get to it, let's get to it
All my niggaz and my bitches let's get to it
New milleni-nigga bounce, new millenium bounce
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon

[Verse One]
Aiyyo it's colder than a muh'fucka, who just let the hawk in?
Nigga guess who just walked in?
Lynch, most (?) makes them other niggaz sit upon the bench broke
Then I step up in a trenchcoat nigga
Got no time to be fuckin with them wonderama niggaz
Let me loosen up your bra-strap mama nigga
LISTEN UP! Look how we be rippin up and got the party pickin up
and got you niggaz spittin up SHIT
No pain, nigga never no gain, nigga no strain
O.D. into my cocaine music
Spit that venom; pretty thick bitches walk by
If you let 'em pussy printin through they denim
Take her for a ride 'round the block, let her enjoy the whip
Drop her off, let her walk the strip
Ain't it funny how nature work?
Make bitches wanna bounce on a nigga 'til they make it hurt, c'mon

[Chorus]
Shake yo' shit until you make it hurt
Throw yo' pussy 'til you make it hurt
Pop that shit until you make it hurt
Bounce 'til you really wanna make it hurt
Now bang yo' head until you make it hurt
C'mon, stomp yo' feet until we make it hurt
Pound that shit until we make it hurt
Until we make it hurt, now let's make it hurt

[Verse Two]
Are we ever gonna stop nigga? HECK NO!
Shit now let me rip the muh'fucka from the get-go, nigga
Let go 'fore you make a nigga wanna let the tec blow
Bitches dancin like a stepshow, nigga
Violate nigga, you gets no love, ghetto
Only give a nigga show love ditto
Your clique too little, fuck givin niggaz a riddle
Fuck around I turn your wife into a widow
Nitro nigga, make you wanna wild on the floor
like a bunch of little psycho niggaz
Presto, shit we got a expo of bitches in here
Whylin like a bunch of lesbo bitches
The best show of bitches, so electro bitches, c'mon
Get on your mark, get ready set go bitches
Then we go and add a little propane to it
Then we send another whole flame through it
Clear everything in my path, before I split you in half
You wack nigga, better get you a staff
The freak bitches try to hit me with math
Brushin off wack niggaz while them same bitches givin me ass, yo
Now let me give you more hot shit, just for the record
and make bitches wanna get ass-naked, c'mon
Party 'til you wanna lash out
Better yet, y'all niggaz party 'til you motherfuckin pass out!

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
C'mon! Throw yo' hands up high y'all
Light yo' L, get high y'all
Shit you can't deny y'all
Don't lie y'all, don't try y'all
All my niggaz inside y'all
C'mon, let's start that shit y'all
C'mon, and you know we won't quit
Then bang niggaz with hit after hit y'all, c'mon
In the meantime nigga just pass me the Henny, c'mon
Little Cris' and a bottle of the Remi
Write a bit and STILL sortin it out
Flipmode up in this muh'fucka nigga, whatchu talkin about?
Hold up - a lot of people ain't compatible nigga
They be buggin on how a nigga spend capital nigga
Ain't it funny how nature work?
Hot shit'll make 'em bounce 'til she really wanna make it hurt, c'mon

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

"Match The Name With The Voice"

[Busta Rhymes Talking]
Greatness, yeah, yeah
Aiiyo, turn the beat up a little bit louder
Truck Volume

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We bout to play a lil' game, match the name with the voice
So when you pick your favorite emcee you makin' the right choice
SO WHO ARE YOU?

[Baby Sham]
Baby Sham, I'm known for the crud
First night pops off with a couple of slugs

[Busta Rhymes]
AND HOW YOU DOIN'?

[Baby Shaman]
You see what I'm workin' wit, it's beyond rap
Stick to the fact, that chapped lips get convexed
Palm that, look where the arm's at, nigga need to launch that
Now tell me what the problem be, is that I'm scorching dem
To flood these streets, hot not partially, cock back the toast
Put your heart for free, so what it feels like to hear me crushin' a beat

[Busta Rhymes]
SO WHO ARE YOU?

[Rah Digga]
The illest broad Digga, reppin' Brick City
If I'm lying may the Lord come strike my left tittie

[Busta Rhymes]
AND HOW YOU DOIN'?

[Rah Digga]
Undisputed metaphor rap queen, always cookin' up some shit
Like mom's a crack fiend, so what's the word
Strike a nerve when I'm speakin'
Any emcee whether black or white, or Puertorriquen
I'm the big dog, you just a cat stuck in a tree
Not one of y'all cocksuckers fuckin' wit me

[Hook (Busta Rhymes)]
SO WHO ARE WE? (Flipmode)
Got you gaspin' for air, hot shit muthafuckas
Throw your hands in the air
WATCH HOW WE DO IT
How we rep and yo we solemnly swear
To put it down until it's over and our time is up here
SO WHO ARE YOU?

[Rampage]
Rampage, new tenant, pack big still
Fuck what ya heard, I'm ready to kill

[Busta Rhymes]
AND HOW YOU DOIN'?

[Rampage]
Day criminal, street thug material
Flipmode Imperial, top breakin' officer
Fuck around we warnin' ya, 21 gun salute
6 official conrads, ain't afraid to shoot
Niggas see us, we got them shakin' in they boots
Flipmode, the streets, bigger than Bayroots

[Busta Rhymes]
SO WHO ARE YOU?

[Spliff Starr]
Yeah, Spliff Starr, cunt-crusher, gun-busta
Hard-to-toucha, one bad muthafucka

[Busta Rhymes]
AND HOW YOU DOIN'?

[Spliff Starr]
Gangsta bitch, deadly like cancerous
I bring it where your parents live, show you what your status is
Steam-boil your cabbages, I can't take y'all nigaz faggotness
You about to die, show him where his casket is
You wanted beans, I had your hood under siege
Guns get squeezed, and bullets hit your knees

[Busta Rhymes]
SO WHO ARE YOU?
Bus-A-Bus now, somethin' fo' sho'
Keep 'em whilin' till somebody's left a leak on the flo'
AND HOW YOU DOIN'?
We've been awaitin' the God, to make an undernovel entry
Controllin' everything in the yard
Rugged like General Custard it seems
How we crush grapefruit, niggaz, and make a mustard out of your team
You know we hotter than the 4th of July
So sit back and watch the fireworks show light up my name the sky

[Hook]

"New York Shit"
(feat. Swizz Beatz)

[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
DJ Scratch you sick for this one

[Swizz Beatz]
WOO! Come on! New York we back!!! (Swizzy!!!)

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
If you from New York stand up right now!
If you from New York hands up right now!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!

[Swizz Beatz]
Yeah! Yeah! I'm on my New York shit
Hat to the back on my New York shit
(WOO! WOO!) Yeah, I'm on my New York shit (Oh!)
Tims with the shorts on my New York shit (Come on!)
I'm on my New York shit, ridin on the train on my New York shit
Burner in the club on my New York shit
Razor in my mouth on my New York shit (Ladies and Gentlemen!!!)

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah! I'm on my New York shit
Got the world followin the New York script
Hustle with Tims and hoodies on my New York flip
Rubberband stack money with my New York click
Yeah! I'm on my New York shit
I rep the Giants, the Jets, New York Knicks
Taylor made clothin with my New York stitch
My chick bangin don't you see my New York bitch
Yeah! I'm on my New York shit
You niggaz know we deserve the props we get
Ridin up in therange I'm in my New York whip
International chicks on my New York dick
Yeah! I'm on my New York shit
See how I kill it with my New York spit
Thanks to the boroughs now I'm New York rich
The way I flood 'rm thoro with my New York hits

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
If you from New York stand up right now!
If your from New York hands up right now!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
(Talk to 'em)

[Swizz Beatz]
Yeah! Yeah! I'm on my New York shit
Kid Capri on my New York shit (Come on!)
DJ Red Alert on my New York shit (Bounce!)
Funkmaster Flex on my New York shit (Shit!)
WOO! I'm on my New York shit
B.I.G. on my New York shit
(WOO!) Big Pun on my New York shit
Jam Master Jay on my New York shit

[Busta Rhymes]
BVD's and durags nigga
Stand on the corners, God build on five percent lessons
Got a nickel crack hand on hand niggaz
On a hustle rebellin, while the D's calculatin who sellin
Sell drugs right in front of the deli
Pancho know what we doin and while we bubblin our corner be brewin
Introduce you to the new walk nigga, and the new talk nigga
That's how we do when we in New York niggaz
Yeah! Yeah! I'm on my New York shit
Every hood love me for my New York skill
I got alot of money on that New York strip
Gully rock a scully with a New York fit
Yeah! I'm on my New York shit
Run up in The Tunnel catch a New York vick
O.D.B. reppin New York sick
Shit you want the truth take a New York trip

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
If you from New York stand up right now!
If your from New York hands up right now!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah! I think it's about time for y'all to give New York there shit back
Y'all know where the crown belong, y'all know we started this shit
You know we gave birth to all of this shit
Don't get it confused nigga, Flipmode bitch!!! Full Surface bitch!!!
To the family that helped me get rich since day one
Chris Lighty, James Cruz, Mona Scott, the whole Violator family bitch!!!
Big up to Nas, big up to Jay-Z, big up to Roc-A-Fella, big up to Ruff Ryders
DMX, EPMD, Jazzy Joyce, Cocoa Chenelle, Green Lantern, Mister Cee, DJ Enuff
DJ Camilo, DJ Envy, Clue, Kay Slay, the voice of New York Angie Martinez
Grandmixer DST, yeah, Grandwizard Theodore
Grandmaster Flash, I'm a take it all the way back
Run-D.M.C., LL Cool J, Ralph McDaniels
Cold Crush Brothers, Fab 5 Freddy, Funky Four Plus One More, Zulu Nation
Spoony G, Five Percent Nation Of Islam, Yeah! Wu-Tang, Treacherous Three and all of that
Busy B whattup!!! Brucie B, Luv Bug Starski ya nah mean, Big Daddy Kane, Rakim, Kool G. Rap
We 'gon keep it goin, Public Enemy, B.D.P. I wanna big up producers like Pete Rock, Marley Marl
Premo, Eric "Vietnam" Sadler, Keith Shocklee, Large Professor, Easy Mo Bee, Diamond D
Howie T, Mantronix, yeah, Awesome Two, hey y'all I can't forget my nigga Biz Markie
Just Ice, Lord Finesse, MC Shan, Cutmaster DC, UTFO, Whodini, Doug E. Fresh, Slick Rick
Ultramagnetic, X-Clan, Nice N Smooth, yeah, aiyyo, let me big up my ladies!!!
My ladies and mothers of hip hop, MC Lyte, Salt N Pepa, Latifah, Sha Rock
All the Roxannes, The Real Roxanne, Roxanne Shante, yeah, Pebbly Poo
Yeah yeah we fuckin y'all head up boy, we takin it back nigga!!!!
NEW YORK YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS STAND UP NEW YORK!!!!
Yeah! I ain't finshed yet! Mr. Magic, Chuck Chillout, Audio Two
A Tribe Called Quest, De La Soul, Black Sheep, Jungle Brothers
Leaders Of The New School nigga! P. Diddy and the whole Bad Boy!
Brand Nubian nigga! A ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!! I ain't forgettin shit!
Kool Herc, Afrika Bambaata, the fathers of this shit, thank y'all

"Pass The Courvoisier"
(feat. P. Diddy)

[P.Diddy w/ Busta In Background]
Oh yea, I like this, Ladies & Gentlemen
The time you all been waitin for
(lets do it, do it, do it)
This is a Bad Boy, Flipmode collaboration
(Come on)

[P. Diddy]
Shake ya ass (come on), watch yourself (o.k)
I'm the man (lets go) and no one else
raah, raah

[Busta Rhymes]
Like a dungeon dragon
Still king of the flow, while my mink be draggin'
I said I'm sick with the flow
Stick a dick in ya hoe
Make them shut down the club, we threw a brick in da door

[P. Diddy]
Shit, I'm the number man, hot like summerjam

[Busta (Puff)]
Slick like Fonsareli, and rich like cunningham
I stretch them like rubber bands (I make them say)
Oh shit, the bitch got up and left with another man
(Saaay what!?, wha is you talkin bout?)
Theres nothin to talk about (see), you just a walk about
I light a long L, and just blowin the smoke about

[P. Diddy]
See, we serious wit it, they aint nothin to talk about

[Busta]
And while I scope it out, I love the way you bounce
Shake ya shit tuck in ya ass in poke it out, come on

[Chorus: Busta & P. Diddy]
[Busta] Give me the Henny, you can give me the Cris
You can pass me the Remi, but the pass the Courvoisier
[Diddy] Give me the ass, you could give me the dough
You can give me 'dro, but pass the Courvoisier
[Busta] Give me some money, you can give me some cars
But you can give me the bitch make sure you pass the Courvoisier
[Diddy] Give me some shit, you can give me the cribs
You can give me whaever just pass the Courvoisier

[P. Diddy]
We got these hoes lovin it
They gettin familiar man, they screamin out my government (Sean John)
I like them in twins like doublement (Don Juan)

[Busta]
We be bangin all types of chicks from here to (Hong Kong)
The best dressed bitches actin all cute to my shit
And get the wlyin out they actin like a ? to my shit
? go a distance from yours, we holdin Jewish money now
Down to the credit card different from yours

[Diddy]
Its the law for me to get in ya drawers
I run the city of cars, they call me Mr. Diddy, the boss
You know me, the only G to willy a porshe

[Busta]
We get dough in all land the size of philly of course
Can imagine the price that my jewlery really would cost
We go to clubs with a briefcase and a half milli to floss (damn)
Fuck around and you can really get tossed
Ken Griffey flow, call me Alaska 'cause I be the king of the frost
What you can do is

[Chorus]

[Hook: Busta]
Five thousand boomin watts
I got a thousand karats all over my watch
Travel lighty, flow back easy
Back with the bus-a-bus and the P.D
We stay livin at the top of the charts
The shit we be spittin, be state of the art
We rockin ya block shit, wlyin like rock shit
Strapped with the gun and the street corner hot shit

[Diddy]
Now we sittin' in the drop top pretty
Knock, knock who is he?

[Busta]
Bus-a-bus, I put it down and this I get busy
(Excuse me bus-a-bus)
Full control of the city, if you aint know

[Diddy]
By the way, the name is Puff
It aint my fault ya dane corrupt
We went form Henny, to Remi to Moe to Belve to..

[Busta]
The game is us; we gettin money motherfucker
And the game we trust
Everytime we put it down, reppin the name is a must
Flipmode!

[Chorus 2x]

[Puff Talking:]
yea, yea, yea just pass the Courvoisier
yea, pass me that louie that motherfuckin' that that iron groove
Nineteen vintage motherfuckin' medievil
Ow, bitch. Yea, just pass the courvoisier
That that shit make, that dark shit just me wanna fuck
Straight up, I just need to know
Dis nigga Diddy dick hard as a..[mumbles]

"Pass The Courvoisier Part 2 (Remix)"
(feat. P. Diddy, Pharell (The Neptunes))

[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna

[Busta Rhymes]
Act a fool you better watch out (Uh-huh)
Hot shit be ringin the cops out (Come On)
Street niggas is ringin them shots out

[P. Diddy]
Short circuits blacken the blocks out
Now open up the garage and pull the drops out
Rockin the fur coat bringin the blue fox out

[Busta Rhymes]
Diamonds light up the block runnin the blue rocks out (Uh)
Wylin till all of my crew knocked out (Come On)

[P. Did] Get yo' ass up on the floor (Huh!)
[Rhymes] Throw ya hands if you wan't some more (Ho!!!)

[P. Diddy]
Baby, we'll leave your crotch out
And peep the way we be blowin them spots out

[Busta Rhymes]
Come on, look how we got 'em ready to act out
Girl, I'm ready to give it twistin your back out (Let's go)

[P. Did] Drink yack till a nigga fallin out
[Rhymes] Flat on his back now watch a nigga crawlin out, talk to me

[Chorus: Pharell + (Busta Rhymes)]
I said Busta (What's up son?)
Leave them girl rollin....And it look like (Come on)
They asses is swollen (And they ass gettin big now)
But if your man baby sittin, then what you gon' say
(What we gon' tell 'em man?)
We gon' tell that nigga (Pass the Courvoisier)
We gon' tell that brotha (Pass the Courvoisier)
Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier}
Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier}
Waah oooooooooooo oh!!

[P. Did] Girl you need to shake it off
[Rhymes] Too much hair on your chocha
[P. Did] Shave it off
[Rhymes] Come on, jump smack your ass and break it off
[P. Did] And if it's too hot for y'all?
[Rhymes] You need to take it off
[P. Did] In case you ain't knowin niggas we on a roll now

[Busta Rhymes]
Diddy, like we done stumbled on a pot of gold now (Come On)
Food spillin all out of the bowl now (Huh)
Money thick and heart of the fold now (Come On)

[P. Did] Ladies tell me if your feelin {alright}
[Rhymes] And are ya sure that your up for doin it {all night}
[P. Did] I Like this

[Busta Rhymes]
Listen, before you ass bent, nigga
We wreck shit and we ain't even blacked yet (Come On)

[P. Diddy]
Niggas all around and it's to rightfully shut down the block

[Busta Rhymes]
Chain the club ain't even packed yet (Come On)
Nuff drinkin at the bar hold it down wylin out
Till the club is closed down, talk to me

[Chorus: Pharell + (Busta Rhymes)]
I said Busta (What's up son?)
Leave them girl rollin....And it look like (Come On)
They asses is swollen (And they ass gettin big now)
But if your man baby sittin, then what you gon' say
(What we gon' tell 'em man?)
We gon' tell that nigga (Pass the Courvoisier)
We gon' tell that brotha (Pass the Courvoisier)
Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier}
Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier}
Waah oooooooooooo oh!!

[Bridge]
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna

[Rhymes] To rob a bank my nigga cash rule
[P. Did] Bust it, let's get this money and act like a damn fool
[Rhymes] Fuck it, act stupid and jump in the damn pool (Huh)
[P. Did] Bone bitches and me and they man's cool

[Busta Rhymes]
Should be sayin, is what you thinked up? nigga
With me and Diddy together you bankrupted (Come On)

[P. Diddy]
Fly niggas we full of finesse y'all (Yeah!)

[Busta Rhymes]
Me and my nigga is fittin to bless y'all (Come On)
Don't talk about it, be about it
(SHUT UP!!!) Live niggas come to be around it
(WADDUP, COME ON!!) Rep to the fullest now (Huh)
These niggas ain't knowin how we gone put it down (Come On)
Cocked aim to shoot

[P. Did] To spray it down
[Rhymes] Steam rollin you niggas
[P. Did] And lay it down
[Rhymes] Niggas frontin with they thug image
[P. Did] And we pay them no mind
[Rhymes] I don't drink until the bottle finish, talk to me

[Chorus: Pharell + (Busta Rhymes)]
I said Busta (What's up son?)
Leave them girl rollin....And it look like (Come On)
They asses is swollen (And they ass gettin big now)
But if your man baby sittin, then what you gon' say
(What we gon' tell 'em man?)
We gon' tell that nigga (Pass the Courvoisier)
We gon' tell that brotha (Pass the Courvoisier)
Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier}
Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier}
Waah oooooooooooo oh!!

[Bridge]
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna

[Chorus: Pharell + (Busta Rhymes)]
I said Busta (What's up son?)
Leave them girl rollin....And it look like (Come On)
They asses is swollen (And they ass gettin big now)
But if your man baby sittin, then what you gon' say
(What we gon' tell 'em man?)
We gon' tell that nigga (Pass the Courvoisier)
We gon' tell that brotha (Pass the Courvoisier)
Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier}
Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier}
Waah oooooooooooo oh!!

Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Can See


Hit you with no delayin so what you sayin yo? (uh)
Silly with my nine milli, what the deally yo? (what?)
When I be on the mic yes I do my duty yo
Wild up in the club like we wild in the stud-io (uh)
You don't wanna VIOLATE nigga really and truly yo (uh)
My main thug nigga named Julio he moody yo (what?)
Type of nigga that'll slap you with the tool-io (blaow!)
Bitch nigga scared to death, act fruity yo (uh)
Fuck that! Look at shorty, she a little cutie yo (yeah)
The way she shake it make me wanna get all in the booty yo (whoo!)
Top miss, just hit the bangin bitches in videos (huh?)
Whylin with my freak like we up in the freak shows (damn)
Hit you with the shit make you feel it all in your toes (yeah)
Hot shit got all you niggaz in wet clothes (take it off)
Stylin my metaphors when I formulate my flows (uh)
If you don't know you fuckin with lyrical player pros, like that

Chorus: Busta Rhymes

Do you really wanna party with me?
Let me see just what you got for me
Put all your hands where my eyes can see
Straight buckwhylin in the place to be
If you really wanna party with me
Let me see just what you got for me
Put all your hands where my eyes can see
Straight buckwhylin in the place to be


Verse Two: Busta Rhymes

If you really wanna party with me.. In God We Trust (what?)
Yo it's a must that you heard of us yo we murderous (uh!)
A lot of niggaz is wonderin and they furious (what?)
How me and my niggaz do it, it's so mysterious (that's true)
Furious, all of my niggaz is serious (huh!)
Shook niggaz be walkin around fearin us (what?)
Front nigga, like you don't wanna be hearin us (no!)
Gotta listen to hot radio yo be playin us (ahh)
Thirty time a day shit'll make you delirious (what?)
Damaging everything all up in your areas
Yo it's funny how all the chickens be always servin us
All up in between they ass where they wanna carry us (what!)
Hitcha good then I hit em off with the alias (what?)
Various, chickens they wanna marry us (hah)
Yo it's Flipmode my nigga you know we bout to bust! (uh!)
Seven figure money the label preparin us
Bite the dust, instead of you, makin a fuss (what?)
Niggaz know better cause there ain't no comparin us (nope)
Mad at us, niggaz is never, we fabulous (yup!)
Hit my people off with the flow that be marvelous (hah!)
Ho-shit, my whole click victorious (yup!)
Takin no prisoners niggaz is straight up warriors (what?)
While you feelin that I know you be feelin so glorious (uh)
Then I blitz and reminisce on my nigga Notorious

Like that, like that-tha-that-that
That that that, tha-that-that-that
Like that..

Chorus: *overlaps Busta chant*

If you really wanna party with me..

"Ready For War"
(feat. M.O.P.)

[Busta Rhymes]
Tri-lateral commission
Berkowitz, Fizzy Wo', Bust-Down
(AiYAHHHHHHHHH!)

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes + M.O.P.]

Everytime I take a look, the only thing I see is
MY LIVE NIGGAZ IN THE SPOT
Tell me what y'all want
GIVE ME EVERYTHING YOU GOT
Y'all niggaz ready to do it
LET'S BLOW THE MOTHERFUCKIN SPOT
All my niggaz
ATTENTION.. (LOUD AND CLEAR)
WHERE MY NIGGAZ READY FOR WAR? (WE RIGHT HERE!)
GET EM (WHEN WE SPOT EM) HIT EM (KID WE GOT EM)
WHERE MY NIGGAZ READY FOR WAR? (WE RIGHT HERE!)

[Billy Danze]
I got reason to believe, some of you niggaz feel
the man isn't live and direct (GET AT EM BILL!)
LONG, breathe easy pop, this is Hip-Hop
in the HARM WAY, we do it the war way, all day
I never procrastinate (you shouldn't)
I'm from where the war games fascinate (you couldn't)
You wouldn't believe what they've been tellin me
The perfect match is jail and me
cause I was born with a felony (uh uh uh)
Fuck that! How this shit look
when a nigga stretched out, with his chest out
and a mess out in Brooklyn, HI-YAHHHHHH

[Busta Rhymes]
Y'all motherfuckers is back?!
Y'all motherfuckers don't know how to act
Y'all motherfuckers attack!!

[Billy Danze]
And those motherfuckers are wack, I travelled a rocky road
Swift to the Flipmode, quick grip for the unload
Father forgive me for my sins
but I'ma raise hell to the bitter end - I'm a soldier!

[Chorus]

[Lil' Fame]
Fuck the bullshit! I kick a bone out yo' ass
Hardrock nigga?! I kick a stone out yo' ass!
Warning, to all those, caps get peeled
quicker than e-mail to your ass sayin, "Kill kill kill!"
Curb chasin, straight lacin, with a Mac-10 blazin
Split yo' ass up like a Temptation
You cats is animated cartoons (WHO YOU?)
The return of Goodfellas Part Two
BITCH throw your fuckin guns up, put your fuckin hands down
HOT FLAMES UP, [buck you with], (BUSTA BUST DOWN)
We sneak the guns right in, y'all keep tryin
and I'ma check all pussies like a G-Y-N
Open up your can of "Whoop Ass"; I'll open up
a fresh can of "I'll Fuck Yo' Ass Up Quick Fast"
Flipmode, M.O.P. Fizzy Wo-mack, Wo-mack
Y'all know who the fuck I am!

[Chorus]

[Busta Rhymes]
Aiyyo yo-yuh-yo, and now I hear no one
(you) would let less than a motherfucker fear no one
None of y'all niggaz don't really wanna fuck with the dread
The street brawler stomp your face into the back of yo' head
C'mon now, I'm quick to roast fry boil and even toast a guy
Multiply the ghosts like the world's greatest coke supply
Shit changed, you sellin WEED over the damn computer
Introduce the millenium STOMP nigga for the future
I be that prime honorary nigga
that'll voluntarily blast the last, Tom & Jerry ass nigga
And write raps to the sound of these gats
Perhaps my raps will paralyze a bitch-ass and make him collapse
Yo, see they be quick to bust they fashion of a calico
My niggaz Berkowitz and that other motherfucker Fizzy Wo'
Mashin through the city yo, and the foot it don't lie
Ready to blow this bitch up at the drop of a dime

[Chorus]

"Riot"

[Busta Rhymes]
Come on, yea, ha, ya, Busta Rhymes baby, yea, ha
It's Flipmode baby, yea, come on
We bout to cause a riot nigga

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Got a lot of niggaz rollin' with ya holla
Cause you know we ripped it hotter than them other niggaz
Spot a nigga gettin dollars not another nigga
can do it the way that we cocked and shot another nigga
Think he deserved the way he was boppin with a cherry copper
glitter blood fella send a cop to get 'em
It's funny the way the iron just to drop you quicker
Why I hit y'all with the fire, think I got a winner
Stackin a crib with a chick that make a proper dinner
Black in the range with tint, and chrome aqua spinnin'
Parked right next to the Benz with a soap opera and the TV
up in the dash co-starrin a opera singer
That be the type of bullshit I be on and stay hot
I stop whippin' a Bentley to whip a Mercedes Maeboch
And keep runnin' around the street like my name was Mel Patch nigga
Come through your hood and take your whole block, come on
And while we give it to ya

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
While with me (Come on)
My niggaz stack money to the sky with me (Come on)
My niggaz in the place need to riot with me (Come on)
And set the whole fire with me (Come on)
All of my ladies in the beauty salon look bomb put yo shit on
And wait up in the line for me (Come on)
You come all in the party lookin' fine for me (Come on)
Holdin 'Gnac spill a little red wine for me

[Bridge: Busta Rhymes 9x]
Let's cause a riot
Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo (Come on)

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
It's bout to get a little bit betta, start to get a little cheddar
Pack a big beretta
Check a nigga resume doin' a alphabet-ah
Go order and brandish the metal hid into ya leather
No matter or whether or not you wearin' a vest
So you got your hand on the cannon I got a bigger plan for ya
Call up my mans for ya, now watch you vanish
Makin' you family ask for ya
You think you family pay a couple of grand for ya?
Like you afraid to hold a mac, like you were made to hold a gat
We made a hole and quikly dug out all the sand for ya
The heat'll be makin' you put it on the glass shorty
Wiggle somethin' and get to showin' a little ass for me (Bling!)
Now lets get on and open smokin' and blast for thee
Niggas will really want it and fill the capacity
You muthafuckin' know it has to be
The way we touch it y'all niggas knowin exactly who the master be
And while we give it to ya

[Chorus : Busta Rhymes]
While with me (Come on)
My niggaz stack money to the sky with me (Come on)
My niggaz in the place need to riot with me (Come on)
And set the whole fire with me (Come on)
All of my ladies in the Beuty Saloon look bomb put yo shit on
And wait up in the line for me (Come on)
You come all in the party lookin' fine for me (Come on)
Holdin' Yach spill a little red wine for me

[Bridge: Busta Rhymes 9x]
Let's cause a riot
Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo (Come on)