"Shorty (Put It On The Floor)"
(feat. Nick Cannon, Chingy, Fat Joe)

[Intro]
New York, Put it on the flo’.
New York, Put it on the flo’. (What!) (C’mon)
Cali, Put it on the flo’.
Cali, Put it on the flo’.
Miami, Put it on the flo’.
Miami, Put it on the flo’.
Atlanta, Put it on the flo’.
Atlanta, Put it on the flo’.

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
One time, the women start sniffin around, when we be rippin’ it down, we got ‘em stickin’ around.
The way they love to feel like I’m the king of the town.
The way my money stack steep and got ‘em flippin’ around.
And got ‘em makin’ a sound.
Ayo, you looking delicious. Baby girl, I only use my dough for coochie or chicken.
Listen, cooked food. Shorty fatten my tummy. You can go in and have my slice, don’t touch my money.
Even though you looking good and it was nice to meet ya, you be lucky if you even get a slice of pizza from me.
Before you ever try to touch my money clip, I’ll put you on the corner walking up and down the money strip.
Now looka here, honey dip betta find another dummy quick. Homie tryna stunt, betta jump inside a money whip.
I see where you can get and keep it over there, you betta try your luck cause you ain’t getting nothing over here.

[Chorus: ]
I think you need to move it to the left (Shorty)
Move it to the left (Shorty)
If you ain’t got your own paper, I don’t suggest you hold your breath (Shorty)
Keep it right (Shorty)
You betta keep it tight (Shorty)
You betta bring money out ya crib, cause you ain’t getting none of mine, tonight (Shorty)

[Verse 2: Chingy]
Ma, let me see you twist it like a centipede.
I keep a sack of that, plus some Hennessey.
Since I got rich, I keep a lot of enemies.
But trick when it’s like that, it’s cause I been a G.
Look at the way women tend to grin at me.
I like the way she shake it with a lot of energy.
Magnums, alcoholic freaks the remedy.
I’m the young Donald Trump, is y’all hearing me?
Girls on the side line, yeah they cheerin’ me.
Ask her, can she drive a stick, now she steerin me.
Man, I’m sick. Know it ain’t no curin’ me.
C to the H to the I-N-G. Y

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
I think you need to move it to the left (Shorty)
Move it to the left (Shorty)
If you ain’t got your own paper, I don’t suggest you hold your breath (Shorty)
Keep it right (Shorty)
You betta keep it tight (Shorty)
You betta bring money out ya crib, cause you ain’t getting none of mine, tonight (Shorty)

[Verse 3: Fat Joe]
Put that ass up on the flo’, make it clap when you see cats pass for the door.
I ain’t tryna act gassed at all, chicks attack like he’s Joe Crack the boss.
Played it back, cause I be so paranoid.
I got a wife, but baby please don’t back it off.
She understood that, said, “What’s good, Crack?”
Got me screaming with a hood, with a hood rat.
Mami, I ain’t got a pot to piss in
But the rocks got a gleam, so hard to miss ‘em.
So I, cut the chase, took her out the place.
Put her in a bed, put a smile on her face.
She don’t know Joe Crack, the Daun
Never spend no type of real cheese on a broad.
All I keep is a 100 G’s, limit credit card.
Could you believe, we could spend it all.

New York, Put it on the flo’.
New York, Put it on the flo.’
Jersey, Put it on the flo’.
Jersey, Put it on the flo’.
V.A. Put it on the flo’.
V.A. Put it on the flo’.
Chi-town, Put it on the flo’.
Chi-town, Put it on the flo’.

[Verse 4: Nick Cannon]
Shorty, you gon’ work for this little bit of change.
Side order of pimpin’, little bit of game.
What ya know, gon’ hurt, just a little bit of pain.
When I rip your skirt, from your little bity frame.
Whole lot drinkin’, whole lot of cash.
Dirty ol’ Nick with a whole lot of **
Fly Guy, Antonio Vaugus.
Porshe’s we ain’t even parkin.
Valet, alligator air forces.
Waves in my head have them chicks getting nauseas.
Let ‘em cause the fame, my dough, your world.
So shake it like a n-n-n-nasty girl.

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
I think you need to move it to the left (Shorty)
Move it to the left (Shorty)
If you ain’t got your own paper, I don’t suggest you hold your breath (Shorty)
Keep it right (Shorty)
You betta keep it tight (Shorty)
You betta bring money out ya crib, cause you ain’t getting none of mine, tonight (Shorty)[2x]

BK, Put it on the flo’.
BK, Put it on the flo’.
BX, Put it on the flo’.
BX, Put it on the flo’.
St. Louis, Put it on the flo’.
St. Louis, Put it on the flo’.
Philly, Put it on the flo’.
Philly, Put it on the flo’.

"Shut 'Em Down 2002"
(feat. Pete Rock)

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah.. back by popular demand, it's about to get Godly
Yeah.. hold it now! AOWWW!
C'mon, c'mon (c'mon).. yeah
Huh.. c'mon, c'mon (c'mon).. yeah
Huh!

Bear witness on the way we stay cuttin 'em down
In two-thousand-two, shuttin 'em down
Have you sippin on it 'til you start suckin it down
I hope you know that we ain't FUCKIN around
Niggaz you betta BELIEVE when you see me the shit be double trouble
I overLOAD and take this SHIT to another level
I shut it down, sho' nuff, pack ya bags
Let me work, make it hurt, cause I'm next wreck
Lay flat nigga hit the deck, or face big DISrespect
In addition the SHIT we wreck
Firework flow, spit and make a BIG effect
Bang it in the truck until ya whole SHIT eject, c'mon
Stop nigga, close ya shop
SCUD missile launched fire burn quick, every SHIT we drop
From the GROUND with another sound yes we put it down
and always BOOM and pound, so we shut 'em down

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes + (Pete Rock)]
I shut 'em down (shut 'em down, shut shut shut 'em down)
I shut 'em down (sh-sh, sh-sh, shut shut 'em down)
I shut 'em down (shut 'em down, shut shut shut 'em down)
I shut 'em down (shut 'em, sh-shut, shut shut 'em down)
I shut 'em down (shut 'em down, shut-sh-shut 'em down)
I shut 'em down (sh-sh, sh-sh, shut shut 'em down)
I shut 'em down (shut 'em down, shut shut shut 'em down)
I shut 'em down (shut 'em down, shut shut 'em down)

[Busta Rhymes]
Hah!
One two three four five six seven eight nine
Comin THROUGH, betta tuck in ya shine
Once ya lookin for the HEAT, if ya seek it will find
I had these devils watchin me sayin these sneakers is mine!
Now hold up - we drop the bomb first then get under ya mom's skirt
to get her frenzied like a motherfuckin rock concert
While you're busy and tryin to FIGURE what the God's worth
I'll malfunction your plans 'til the motherfuckin sound work
Now I'ma CUSS when I BUST ya ass
And leave 'em stiff when I hit 'em like a MUSTARD gas
Steam fire when I puff, then I flick the ash
You wack and I had enough, put your shit in the trash
Now you know we got the shit in the smash
Wild until you slip and you crash, y'know we keep the SHIT in the stash
From the GROUND when we come around, yes we put it down
and always BOOM AND POUND, when we shut 'em down

[Chorus - w/ minor variations]

[Intro to "Genesis"]
As we rockin you all to the future
Ahhh, we come to give you that
Operatin like we be official
Yeah, we come to multiply
And we're plannin the scheme for the long win
Yeah, our shit be always right
Every move you'll see how it's related..

"Struttin' Like A G.O.D."

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Listen; I am the sun, I am the sea
I am the land, I am the tree
I'm everything you want to be
Cause I be struttin' like a G.O.D
Cause I be struttin' like a G.O.D
Cause I be struttin' like a G.O.D

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Roll out the red carpet baby the god has come
No matter who you are or where you from
Check it I stay be repin the street and reppin the slum
And while you co-starrin' this movie I star is the one, listen
You never imagined that I would become one of the most incredible
Until when ever I'm done
Notice the god like meet you from when I was young
Blessed with such a maculess flow and a venomous tongue
How we keep you holla until you collapse on the lung
With the biggest followin' the nigga slackin a nun
Able to move a mountain of niggaz havin then sprung
Just check out my women but how be havin then strung ass though
Like how the coke be havin them numb
Run up in the spot like I was holdin and clappin' the gun
Now I'm lose for y'all I'm bringin the proof to y'all
Ballin and speckin the truth to y'all

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
The chorus is singin' the words that I fill in my gut
That's why I always step with a bop and walk with a strut
And I always rep for the block and we all for the bucks
And we always step in the spot and be all for the cut
Vallet block two parkin' spots all for the turck
Bounce to the world when I be tired and be gone for the month
And it's all for the slut flowin' like a force of the water
Keepin' it runin so were the niggaz be at
Well they seein me commin'
Summers people keep it clapin' women just give me they lovin'
They way the streets be fillin' the kid they really be buggin'
Like I'm there dearly beloved my soldiers really be thuggin
Or how I really be slugging' the ball out the ball park
Keep them whilin' then ten minutes later then it's sawed off
Create a small spark then down to the levels to make the walls stark
Testin' the God I think he be needin' them all off

[Chorus]

[Bridge: Busta Rhymes]
Listen
I keeps the hustle up in my vain
Cause it's all in my blood
Fell my pain
Fell my love
Fellin' niggaz struggle till the other one

[Chorus - repeat 3X]

Getin' to struttin' like the G.O.D.
Listen

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
I'm sayin' we comin' through when I'm blockin' the light
Niggas think they rockin' the crowd but ain't rockin' it right
Make the people shout to the sound and rock for the night
Cause I stay in the struggle ready rock for the fight
I stay whipin' the truck and leanin' and rock what I like
And quadruple my money more than the block of the white
We sayin' we bout ?? stopin' your rooms
How I be rockin' the diamonds like I'm dropin them jewels

[Chorus]

"Taste It"

[Repeat 5x (Taste it, taste it, taste it)]
Here we go
Ay yo, ladies where you at c'mon c'mon
Ladies where you at c'mon c'mon
You ready to freak out ladies?
Yeah, soldiers
We 'bout to line it up just right
Check it, watch how we do it

[Verse One]
Make way for the kid to come in girl
And let me rock cause I love the way you pop that (C'mon)
Every single time we come to drop that
A lot of freaky women react to a nigga hot track (Lets go)
Then we start to cook up the place
Women watching the nigga with the ready to do the (UGH!) look on their face
(C'mon)
Freak nasty, you know the way you do it all on the guard
And the way you love to speak nasty, another freak pass me (WOO!)
Floss on, in the club ain't even got the draws on
You messing with a nigga better, stop that shit mama
In other words you better watch that shit cause you got that shit
The way your ass sit up all on your back
Its like you need to go shop that, see niggas would cock that
And definitely won't waste it
And while you at it take a lick and just taste it (taste it, taste it, taste it)

[Chorus]
B-b-baby tell me why tell me so
I'd like you to go high you tell me to go low
So I go low, taste the shit, taste it again I like it
Baby tell me why tell me so
I'd like you to go high you tell me to go low
So I go low, taste the shit, taste it again I like it

[Verse 2]
Pass the last courvoisier bottle down the at bar
See a chick that kinda look like a star
And I'm saying even though I wanna to take you home girl
I know its kinda late but you ain't got to come along girl [echo]
Wait a sec you know I know a song girl
Me and you and one of your other home girls [echo]
Let me put it down and we started to bone girl
The other had a heat "I thought ya'll be gettin' along girl?" [echo]
Just put the pep in your step, what's with all the emotional shit
You know we be swingin' a hep
Put it on me like I wouldn't recover
Saying two chicks that was beefin' and touching and feeling each other
Word to mother, now we having a ball
The way we knockin' as the sound of the bed head smackin' the wall
Baby I'm saying I lovin' how you rubbin'
And the way that you lace it and rush it when you gettin' ready to taste it
Baby I love it, the way you rub it
And the way you lace it and rush it when you gettin' ready to taste it

[Chorus]

[Hook]
Girl I know you wanna
(Taste it, taste it, taste it)
Yeah I like it the way you always get down and
(Taste it, taste it, taste it)
Ladies! If you want your man to get down and
(Taste it, taste it, taste it)
Just throw your hands in the air, fella's just make it do it too
(Taste it, taste it, taste it)
Now you can both do it

[Verse Three]
Shorty hit me all on the two-way
Tell me to meet her way in the back by the couches up inside the cheetah
Then I step up in the club keep it moving wit' my hand on my heater
Stay alert and never moving the sleeper
Even though this shit was way off the meter
Couldn't believe her
Shorty buggin' and giving me head in back of the speaker
Now check it, I love the way she step to it and how she's keepin' it basic
And always be ready to taste it

[Chorus]

[Repeat till end (Haah! taste it, taste it, taste it)]

"The Struggle Will Be Lost"

[Chorus]
Now this is the tale of a murderer who comes from the caucus cliffs
[Busta in background] happy Thanksgiving
he robbed and stole and killed for greed and packed us on slave ships
[Busta in background] happy Thanksgiving
he took us off to stolen lands it seemed like hell for sure
[Busta in background] happy Thanksgiving
with the crack and the guns, death and disease they called for you and your
[Busta in background] happy Thanksgiving
No whips no brew no weed to smoke not a single luxury
If not for the bloodshed that it cost the struggle would be lost
[Busta] say it again
the struggle would be lost
[Busta] say it again
the struggle would be lost
[Busta] say it again
the struggle would be lost
[Busta] say it again
the struggle would be lost
[Busta] say it again
the struggle would be lost

[Verse 1]
The struggle will be lost
If you continue to do the shit you be doin' with disloyalty nigga
Now that explains why in each ward you avoiding me nigga
Knowing now it takes nothing to be destroying a nigga
Conditioned with a mind to shit on your brother
Flossing with jewelry and whips just like a dick and still live with your mother
Copping shit that superceded your salary
Where is your loyalty to your own blood and taking care of your family
Funny how you sit and drink what you drink
Thinking the foulest shit and not even knowing why you think how you think
Must be the reason why we aren't aware
Because the devil know how guilty and filthy he is in all his affairs
Fucking with my mind when I was a youngster
Cause he know if we knew the truth we'd make his ass run from amongst us
That's why we thinking that it's better to ball
while the devil be sitting and watching plotting how to murder us all
now this

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Hey yo
That's why I'm hustling harder
Now I'm in a huddle seeing the struggle in my mother and father
That's why my persona will come with such a karma to be getting this paper
Cause I ain't with the slavery labor
A lot of niggas in the hood probly relate to me greater
than those that believe when they die they going to meet the creator that's crazy
how we become slaves
to mental death and power that comes with becoming even more of a dumber ass
the devil robbing you blind
concealing the truth from niggas while we be struggling they murder the mind
the wickedness sneak on you quicker when they creep from behind
continue to speak the truth ?til it weaken your spine
now check it
the jewel I give you be the beat the beat for the time
you can't see it like you living on a street for the blind
young whitty hustler niggas that stick with the grind
fly cuisine food poisoned cause you eatin' the swine
I stay struggling and doin' for delf
Then I dig in my body deeper and do a little knowledge of self
They wonder why they catch a nigga on the weed sell
Better be careful what you saying on them e-mails
Now listen
They got your mind in a prison
You can do whatever you want but focus if you desire to listen
As I say it I hope you feelin' the wrath
Create a hammer to make a man that a beat you in the head with the math
Now this

[Chorus]

"There's Only One"
(feat. Mary J. Blige)

[Busta Rhymes]
Roll wit a nigga, put on some roller skates [laughs]
yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Come on!
Hot shit! More more more more more more!
We gon continue to give it to you muhfuckas like this
Put ya fuckin roller skates on!
Yeah, hennessy niggas
Yeah, more weed niggas
I know it feel good come on, talk to ya beat (Huh)

Thug niggas, yo we here to straight recruit y'all
New millini niggas yo we here to straight salute y'all
(Shoot y'all) Wack niggas we here to mute y'all
And drop shit to make all you niggas just get the boot y'all, baby
Wiggle ya shit one time (come on)
Fuck you and your whole entire click combined (come on)
...Whatever the cost now, floss now
Show you niggas who be the boss now
All across the board wild they be bouncin my obstacle course now
Sparkle with a gloss pushin a force now
Now I get my wine and dine on, slide on
A dick of a nigga who bust in you to get his shine on
See some real live chicks sippin them mistics
They buggin on how they let a nigga up in 'em this quick
Don't get it twisted or we'll bring the most reliable (what!)
We bringin that shit that be so undeniable

[Chorus: Mary]
Y'all wanna know who we with
Busta Rhymes and there's only one
You know my man is always rockin shit
We keep it street cause that's where we're from
You comin out to do your thing
Underground heat to the club we bring
And you know that we got this
And you know that we got this

[Busta]
(Hugh) Brand new, all the way down the line
From the new bounce the new money down to the newest shine
Wit the new blue nine though I had to bust it a few times
Watch these funny niggas and analyze all the true signs
In due time we will accumulate, illuminate
My click will fuck up the money you allowin your crew to make
Yeah, and while we step up in the hot spot
And fuck with these bitches until somebody start to bust shots
Niggas duck for a second make sure they ain't the ones got
To start the party against me (Ho) and yell blood clot!
Everything be goin on from chicks blowin kisses
Straight wildin out while these niggas surround these freak bitches
Once somebody else started bustin they heat vicious
I started holdin my toast, defendin all my street riches
Up in the club champagne up in the ice bucket
Now these niggas is wildin and throwin they drinks (Fuck it!)

[Chorus]

[Mary]
Now don't get mad, cause what you had
Too bad it didn't last
And now we're back on this Busta track
And now the games on smash

[Busta]
Yeah, all my live niggas get yours
Floss heavy, all my bitches bounce on the floor
Check it, squads deep with niggas everybody on
Make the livest motherfuckers wanna bounce to my song
Check it, my niggas organize, analyze the teamwork
And how a bad shorty rockin that Rah Digga T-shirt
And keep it goin while you tag along, swing along
And see my niggas that be reppin while you sing along

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

"They're Out To Get Me"
(feat. Mr. Porter)

[Mr. Porter]
I'm just playin wit y'all niggaz, I'm just playin wit y'all niggaz
I'm just playin wit y'all niggaz, I'm just playin wit y'all niggaz!

They told me to! [echoes]

[Chorus: Mr. Porter]
They see my name and lifestyle and say I changed (how I be so raaawww)
They so cold... I know... that they're out to get me
And alllll those people I call my friends, let it gooooooooo
That's why I never call on y'all, to be around
'Cause you see how this monnneeeyyy can change your friends' faaaiiittthhh

[Busta Rhymes]
Geah! See I done came a long way and now I got me a chauffeur
Keep my enemies close, keep my friends even closer
Muhfuckers that I grew around, thought I could rock wit 'em
Watch my cake so hard, they burn a hole in my pocket
I see 'em coming from afar because I been through so much shit
They plot a lot, hard or not, they see my dough come quick
Invested in my niggaz, took the realtor route
Gambled on the wrong niggaz, had to filter 'em out
Type of dudes that see my mother and they greet her respectful
behind her back and see her son and try to give me a quick full
It's cool though, I fucks wit 'em even though I ain't wit it
That's why the gats be in the house whenever niggaz come visit
Serve 'em drinks and welcome all to the law
For let ya drunk friend to show his true side until ya forced to cut him off
I seen it one too many times, they disbelieved and they speechless
Sometimes having certain friends can end up being a weakness
See now my dogs turn to wolves and try to front me and surround me
Come up out they sheepskin and act all different around me

[Chorus]

[Busta Rhymes]
Listen! Sometimes I smoke a cigarette and then I think and I choke on
how niggaz steal this funny style and I was struggling broke
Even though it don't surprise me, shit it's still kinda funny
When I ain't have, a nigga still would come and try to take from me
Instead of cutting my losses, being smart and just end shit
Niggaz was trying to be loyal, just to maintain a friendship
In the wrong situation, plus there's always a sequel
I'm with the wrong muhfuckers, plus they 'pose to be people's
As I get more money, days get colder
I learned to realize that power only lies in the hands of the beholder
So then I start the heart-on-my-heart as I walk like a soldier
Moving so militant, you think I had a chip on my shoulder
Living by morals and principles mainly
Having heavy thoughts to a kill a brother every time a fucker betrayed me
But now I'm winning with the strength of the nation
I promise that they not even foreseeing the size of the shit they'll be facing
I'm Aftermath now, shit's getting worse
Now when those same "friends" see me goin hard that shit be making 'em hurt

[Chorus]

[Busta Rhymes]
Instead they getting together with me so we both can get rich
When I'm outta town, these niggaz busy tryna fuck with my bitch
Same niggaz spend they money 'til the shit'll diminish
I hit 'em off and turn around and come right back when it finish
I said I'm tired of these niggaz, that'll owe me so much shit
that they can't pay me back for, fuck all the dumb shit
Sometime we can't forgive whatever balances off
'Specially when niggaz cross the line that niggaz never should cross
Realized and thus I state the same shit, get the Range
The more money niggaz get, shit around you will change
Even though niggaz'll flip and say, "He the one changed"
Fuck you, the dude'll just'll justify.. takin his shit from you
The more money I get, I get more dangerous stupid
'Cause I been broke before, and I refuse to go back to it
And while I sweep these niggaz up under the rug with a broom
If I never see these "friends" again, that shit'll be too soon
Shit is real like every wind in my breath
And that's on everything I love, BLOOD OF MY BLOOD! FLESH OF MY FLESH!

[Chorus]

"Together"

[Busta Rhymes]
Hey yo Swizz..
This shit sound like some shit
The streets wanna do the merengue to (yeah)
Or dance around a sombrero to, WHOO!!!
Yeah, another special from Flipmode Records
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah here we go!
Streets! Flipmode baby, yeah check it Busta Bus baby
Yeah, Rah Digga now, c'mon
Check it, huh

[Verse: Busta Rhymes]
If you ain't noticed yet I have come wit a throne
See I was gone for a minute but now I'm home
The way I touch it you can feel it in your bones
Fuck wit the kid cause I'm taking you into another zone
See it don't matter what you think or what you say
I always love for the street every single day
You better get down on your knees, you better pray
Cause goin' against the grain of this Squad
I promise you will pay! (WHOO!)
You see Flipmode is the team that I rep forever
Respecting the Code of Honor staying together
It's getting hot I think you should take off the sweater
Rattle and knock all of your troops who goin to get this cheddar
See when we come I'm wondering how they gon' manage
Show em mysteriously watch how they vanish
See when we finish just analyze all the damage
No matter who you are, we accept any and EVERY challenge (yeah)
Yeah yeah, I think we got 'em again this time
Flipmode c'mon!

[Chorus - 1: Mynx (Busta Rhymes ad-libs)]
I think I - I think wanna say something like this (like this)
People denying that they feeling our shit
So we hit 'em with the really crazy flow (crazy flow)
To let 'em know that we be hitting it fa' sho
Time goes by, in your life
And we're still here together

[Verse: Busta Rhymes]
I hope you know that this is really not a game
The way I put it down you will remember the name
The way we change it up shit is never the same
And when I'm finished I promise I'll have you niggas feel ashamed
For giving the people shit they ain't really loving
It's funny to me but y'all niggas be buggin'
But it's aight because I will continue flooding the streets
With heat for the ladies and niggas who be thugging
And if you want it then bring shit wit open arms (spread love baby)
While I continuously give you niggas bombs
al Salam Alaykom ... Alaykom Salam
I'm in the abscence of confusion holding the world in my palms
I'm tired of telling you there ain't nothing greater
Swinging the torch and repping for Violator
So tell the DJ to go and turn up the fader
Putting it down for the streets regardless what you saying playa!
How many times am I gunna have to tell y'all?
Flipmode run these streets, c'mon!

[Chorus - 2: Mynx (Busta Rhymes ad-libs)]
I wish I - I wish I had just a little more time (more time)
Instead I give you this and leave more on your mind (on your mind)
Me and Busta Bus be making crazy doe (crazy doe)
So you know that we be killing it fa' sho
Time goes by, in your life
And we're still here together
I will be here just to hold you down
We'll still be around
Cause we will rock forever

[Verse: Rah Digga]
Dirty reppin' the Squad, don't even get me started
Getting worldwide love keeping the street regardless
Ever since kindergarten, always been the sharpest
Doin' this for my fam cause home is where the heart is
Other crews could chill, all of y'all days are numbered
Bus got the Yellow Digga coming in the Navy Hummer
Start quality, guess I should thank my mother
"Bionic Woman" on the mic like I was Jamie Sommers
Now, I know that you don't wanna really take it there
Digga and Bus you know we make the perfect pair
We keep it gully wit a little latin flare, it's unfair
Oh well, how I still be spitting and keep everybody all up in the mix
It's only right that I shout my brother Swizz
Flipmode and we only making hits
It's like this, c'mon

[Bridge]
[Mynx:] Baby I say, what people say
We gon' keep it on lock from day to day
Let 'em know that we both are here to stay
So keep it hot baby, don't stop baby

[Busta:] The Flipmode is in the spot we run the place
Busta Bus and Rah Digga all in your face
When we step up in the spot we controlling the space
We keep it hot baby, we won't stop baby

[Busta Rhymes]
Hey yo Swizz, once again see how we do it to 'em? c'mon!

[Chorus - 1]

[Busta Rhymes]
Flipmode Records, J Records
Rah Digga, Flipmode baby
Yeah, Swizz Beats baby
Yeah c'mon, full surface baby
Check it yeah, big up to Mynx, what
C'mon yeah

"touch it"

"touch it- bring it - pay it - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 6x]

[intro]
aiyyo swizz i don't think they ready for this shit
aiyyo let me take they ass back to the club real quick

[verse 1]
(get low bus! ) who be the king of the sound? (uh huh)
busta bus back to just put a lock on a town (uh huh)
lot of my bitches be coming from miles around
see they be cumin (uh! ) cause they know how the god get down (turn it up! ! )
now you know who holding the throne so gimme the crown (huh)
niggas saluting and trying to give me a pound (come on)
i don't really fuck with you niggas you niggas is clown
making the bitches stripping throw they shit on the ground
(get low bus! ) now that's the way that it goes (uh huh)
when we up in the spot the shit be flooded with hoes (come on)
see we a make it hot, the chicks will come out their clothes
that's when you get it (huh) mami already know i suppose (turn it up! ! )
shorty wilding and shorty open she beasting it out
for the record (huh) just a second i'm freaking it out (come on)
while she trying to touch see i was peeping it out
she turned around and was trying to put my dick in her mouth i let her

[chorus]
"touch it- bring it - pay it - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 4x]

[verse 2]
(get low bus! ) and as we started, got me ringing her bell (uh huh)
when i come i be doing it and doing it well (uh huh)
then i beat up the coochie and be making it swell
trying to hide the smell of the sex, spraying on the chanel (turn it up! )
then they try to walk with a strut so no one could tell
how a nigga got in they butt, made everything jail
now the tickle wild like a nut, she blowing my cell (come on)
can't get enough of the kid i put her under my spell
(get low bus! ) it's crowded mami move it along (uh huh)
if you know you 'bout it then get to removing your thong (uh huh)
to the whip in back of the truck that's where you belong
after the yac, see the type of raunchy shit they be on (turn it up! ! )
street niggas respect it because my movement is strong (come on)
cause we consistently rapping see my money is long
all my bitches is with me see how they singing the song
plus how we give you the stick and we be dicking along, i let her

[chorus]

[verse 3]
(get low bus! ) the god of the black, see that i'm back (uh huh)
every single time that i drop, the shit is a wrap (uh huh)
for the niggas hating the kid i'm close to strap
cause all these bitches wanna come talk to sit on my lap (turn it up! ! )
everytime i give you bang shit to knock in your whip
nigga always do his thing bitch locking the strip (come on)
lot of mami's is dancing and they shaking they hips
after that they get low and put the thing on their lips, i let 'em

[chorus]

"touch it (remix 1)"
(feat. Dmx)

[intro]
"buy it - use it - break it - fix it -
crush it - change it - melt - upgrade it
[intro continues in slower pitch]

[busta rhymes]
aiyyo, what you think the building is gon' feel like
once the dog and busta rhymes come through this
motherfucker?
oh man, not again
ooooowwwwww

[chorus]
"touch it - bring it - pay it - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 4x]

[dmx] what, remix
[busta] we 'bout to do it again
[dmx] what, remix
[busta] we 'bout to do it again
[dmx] what, remix
[busta] we bout to do it again
[dmx] what

[busta rhymes]
aiyyo dog, lets take it to another level
get low bus
you see them back with the smash
i told you niggaz i'm comin and bustin yo ass
alot of niggaz is hype, but you know they hardly be trash
see i don't read through them niggaz, bout to step on the gas (turn it up)
everybody wanna knock it, see this shit off the hook
got the dog wit me like we bout to do it to jooks
eat a nigga food, call me black caesar the crook
and while i'm back bringin the pressure
you niggaz is shook
get low bus, aye nigga, gimme a second
see you ain't in my lane homie, just for the record
everytime you see me, you need to, you better respect it
cause when i bring it, you i'm only comin to bust it (turn it up)
busta bus, swizz and x, you can't handle us now
see i'm the throne holder bitch, the shit's unanimous now
who the fuck wanna try to come bang wit us now
none of yall, that's why our bitch wanna hang wit us now
i let 'em

[chorus]

[dmx]
grrrrrrrrr

[busta rhymes]
get low x

[dmx]
anything it's took, it's gon be a breakdown
come through like "hmmm, what i'm gon take now? "
whatever the fuck i want, trust me dog
it gets ugly even when it comes to the hunt (turn it up)
niggaz like to stunt, you wanna to front
i'ma hit you and your man
and ima hit you where you stand (what)
niggaz ain't built for nothin but frontin
come through, faggots hit the security frontin (keep goin x)
get that do, what that do? How that do?
fuck you faggot, i shot at you
and what? You and you mans butt, you in your man's truck
but your chance is up, not get up {turn it up}
you know how that shit goes, let that shit go
ain't nothin change, been the same from the getgo (what)
get up out that whip yo, i ain't gon' tell you again
fuck it, say hello to my little friend

[chorus]

[busta rhymes]
get low x

[dmx]
swizz is the monster, x is the beast
fuckin wit bus, man everyday is a piece
stay off the streets, tired of talkin to y'all niggaz
i'ma stick a fork at y'all niggaz (turn it up)
when i hit 'em, man that crunk gon get 'em man
fucked up how i did 'em man (what)
ain't no remorse but the chorus, truth is
can't i. D. The body, nigga toothless

[busta rhymes]
get low bus, just like peas and rice
the way i cook, niggaz gotta have a jesus christ
what the fuck you niggaz wanna do? Please, i'm nice
i'm only gonna say it once, i'm ain't sayin it twice (turn it up)
yo i swear to god, you don't want
no problem when i pack out the full clip
bus rhymes, back on the bullshit
fuck you wanna come around, you and your crew spit
i'm hear to fix the game and i'm back wit the toolkit, you can

[chorus]

[drum plays in the beat]

[chorus 'til fade]