"touch it (remix 2)"
(feat. Mary j. Blige, missy elliott, rah digga)

"touch it- bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 2x]

[intro: busta rhymes]
aiyyo swizzy i told these niggaz i was comin back to bust they ass! ! !
ok! Remix! Part two!

[verse 1: busta rhymes]
see now you who the god be, back runnin the city and you know who the squad be
flipmode bitch look see ain't nothin changed
now i'm back with the remix with the queens of the game (turn it up! ! )
when you see me in the spot you niggas better respect it
y'all already know where i rep ain't no reason to check it
and i know that you ain't fuckin with me just for the record
so instead i'm a let, mary j. Blige come and set it

[verse 2: mary j. Blige (busta rhymes)]
(now get low mary! ) maybe you can guess who it is (uh huh)
mary j. Blige about to handle my biz (uh huh)
i'm on my grown woman still i rep for the kids
in every hood, and all my peoples doin a bid (turn it up! ! )
now you know who's really the queen deliver the mail
seven hundred thirty thousand first week of my sales
the haters plot and they watch lookin all pale
while i'm on a yacht, overseas doin my nails
(get low mary! ) well let me show you how we do (ha! )
i gotta thank everyone for coppin the breakthrough (uh huh)
bus did take one the remix is take two
you love the way we reinventin how we just stay new (turn it up! ! )
how we sellin out theb stadiums, arenas and all (ha! ! ! )
only louis and gucci we don't shop at the mall (huh! )
got you partyin and dancin and havin a ball
and your lovin the way we reppin how we do it for y'all go 'head and

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

[verse 3: rah digga (busta rhymes) {rah digga's adlibs}]
(get low digga! ) see me rollin up in your hood {uh huh}
these jokers screa,in damn rah still be lookin good {yeah}
they do they little mack he askin me who i tapped
ain't none of your concern you a g make it hap (turn it up! ! )
when i give a nigga some play he losin his brain (uh)
askin me a bunch of questions actin like he my man
wanna stress a bitch out tellin me i did change
they sayin damn my bad if you fell for the game
(get low digga! ) now he sittin there lookin stuck (ha! )
he thinkin cause he spent a little dough i'm 'gon fuck
if money ain't a thang i'm sayin let a bitch know
typed to empty a account, how far you willin to go (turn it up! ! )
now he hopin on the jet he ain't wastin no time
told me all expense paid anyplace i could find
hit the islands in the winter trickin all on his dime
ain't a shorty in the world pussy better than mine, they wanna

[chorus]
"touch it- bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 3x]

[verse 4: missy ellliott (busta rhymes) {missy elliott's adlibs}]
bus this is serious man! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! (get low missy! )
i'm jinglin baby, go 'head mami, don't i look charmin put your lips up on me {woo! ! ! }
kiss it touch it, good, yes i wish you would (turn it up! ! )
you like to see me when i dip baby dip (ha1)
don't it look like i got beyonce's hips
lookin like i could be nia long
boy you smokin that cheech and chong
(get low missy! ) have you ever seen thickness in a thong {come on! }
you can hit it like a game of ping pong
if you give me two shots of it strong
nigga bring it on i might let you take me home (turn it up! ! )
now busta bus {bus! ! } misdemeanor in here
this year be clear y'all be beware
fake mc's y'all can't come near
i'm toxic baby like i'm britney spears

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

[outro: busta rhymes]
see i ain't even gotta talk to y'all! ! !
i let the queens of the game get at y'all! !
se y'all ain't even in my league! ! ! Flipmode bitch! ! ! !

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

"touch it (remix 3)"
(feat. Lloyd banks, papoose)

[intro & chorus]
"touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 6x]

[intro: busta rhymes (lloyd banks)]
aiyyo swizz (it ain't over) we sone created another epidemic for the streets nigga
just when y'all thought it was safe to poke your head out again, let's go! ! !
i know you thought we was finished, flipmode bitch! ! !
(g-unit! ! ! ) yeah! Streetsweepers! ! !
remix part three! ! ! Remix part three! ! ! Remix part three! ! !
aiyyo just imagine if they cut the lights off in the club

[verse 1: lloyd banks (busta rhymes)]
(get low banks! ) who you know that got a flow this sick
pump shotty nobody can hold his click
them hoes eyein they probably on my dick
the chocolate would look good in my all white whip (turn it up! ! )
and you know i stay with the skits so don't even try
kiss yo' ass bye bye you be alone in the sky
and the first human being now to learn how to fly
and i be low in the bm on my way out ny
(get low banks! ) i know it feels like i been gone for a minute
but i'm back chinchilla ice on with a fitted
everybody talk money everybody gonna run
with that bowl of bread smaller than the arm of a midget
(turn it up! ! ) and you know i'm doin my thing it's blue in the ring
if you had it like this you probably do it the same
but you won't cause you broke all you do is complain
after the club, i'm a put a few in the range and let 'em

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

[verse 2: papoose (busta rhymes)]
(get low papoose! ) papoose, pa-poose, had to get on this club banger
smack you in your mouth make you swallow your pulp razor
pop a couple bottles laugh about it with bus later
bare witness i'm the young savior (turn it up! ! )
i got staten island on my pinky queens on my thumb dude
the bronx on my middle finger screamin fuck you
rock ice in manhattan so there's the ring finger
you know i had to keep brooklyn on the trigger finger
(get low pap! ) five boroughs of death, you don't understand
i got new york city in the palm of my hand
now i could make a tight fist and let it crumble ridiculous
or i could smack the world with a new york nemesis (turn it up! ! )
i flip the mag and get the clappin if it happens rip his jacket
split his back and lift his head i'm gettin at him (ha! ! )
pick up a different mag and then attack him when i grab him shit is blastin
with a passion get it crackin the assassin, you let 'em

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

[verse 3: busta rhymes]
(get low bus! ) you see me you love me the streets declare me god of the hood
you niggaz is watchin and wishin you could
be claimin the throne the way i got it lock it mu'fuckers
what's good you tryin to stop it i'm wishin you would (turn it up! ! )
cause them i'm glad to hit you with the fact that the god is immortal as spit
the way i be doin historical shit
incase you and your niggas act like you aint know when i'm informin your click
i take your bitch while i'm perfomin my shit
(get low bus! ) as i was sayin niggaz know i ain't playin
there's no more delayin i'm comin and slayin
the street with the heat now turn up the beat until you go deaf
i eat a nigga food until nothin left (turn it up! ! )
now the way i'm killin at this mass like i'm doin for t. V.
respect it you better getthe salutin me when you see me
lloyd banks, papoose and busta bus yeah i'm greedy
i paint the illest picture for the hood like i do graffiti

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

"touch it (remix)"
(feat. Mary j blige, missy elliott, lloyd banks & others)

[intro & chorus]
"touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 6x]

[intro: busta rhymes (lloyd banks)]
aiy yo swizz (it ain't over) we done created another epidemic for the streets nigga
just when y'all thought it was safe to poke your head out again, let's go! ! !
i know you thought we was finished, flipmode bitch! ! !
(g-unit! ! ! ) yeah! Streetsweepers! ! !
remix we bout' ta do it again! ! ! Remix we bout' ta do it again! ! ! Remix
aiy yo just imagine if they cut the lights off in the club

[verse 1: lloyd banks (busta rhymes)]
(get low banks! ) who you know that got a flow this sick
pump shorty nobody can hold his click
them hoes eyeing' they probably on my dick
the chocolate would look good in my all white whip (turn it up! ! )
and you know i stay with the skits so don't even try
kiss yo' ass bye bye you be alone in the sky
and the first human being now to learn how to fly
and i be low in the bm on my way out ny
(get low banks! ) i know it feels like i been gone for a minute
but i'm back chinchilla ice on with a fitted
everybody talk money everybody gonna run
with that bowl of bread smaller than the arm of a midget
(turn it up! ! ) and you know i'm doin my thing it's blue in the ring
if you had it like this you probably do it the same
but you won't cause you broke all you do is complain
after the club, i'm a put a few in the range and let 'em

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

[verse 2: dmx (busta rhymes)]
grrrrrrrrr
(get low x) anything it's took, it's gone 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 (get low 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]
"touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 4x]

[verse 3: dmx & mary j. Blige (busta rhymes)]
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 i. D. The body? Nigga toothless (get low mary! )
maybe you can guess who it is (uh huh)
mary j. Blige about to handle my biz (uh huh)
i'm on my grown woman still i rep for the kids
in every hood, and all my peoples doin a bid (turn it up! ! )
now you know who's really the queen deliver the mail
seven hundred thirty thousand first week of my sales
the haters plot and they watch lookin all pale
while i'm on a yacht, overseas doin my nails (get low mary! )
well let me show you how we do (ha! )
i gotta thank everyone for coppin the breakthrough (uh huh)
bus did take one the remix is take two
you love the way we re inventin' how we just stay new (turn it up! ! )
how we sellin out the stadiums, arenas and all (ha! ! ! )
only louis and gucci we don't shop at the mall (huh! )
got you partyin and dancin and havin a ball
and your lovin the way we reppin how we do it for y'all go 'head and

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

[verse 4: ne-yo (busta rhymes)]
(oohhh) (get low boy) is it any women in here
like it when i be spankin' them and pullin' they hair
theirs a freak in your presence im just makin' it clear
then you would all know if he wasen't nowhere (turn it up! ! )
get your hands up in the air if you ready to go
come through your city and i murder the show
and the truth weighing the problem if you didn't know
get up right in ya face and holla ne-yo
(get low boy) shorty what you wanna do
i ain't got time to deal with your attitude
this shit was designed to put you in the mood
tryna' do sumtin nasty with you and ya crew (turn it up! ! )
im a freaky lil' brother with a whole lotta loot
ya boy workin wit sumtin and im kinda cute
watch the way i do it how i turn it out
guarenteed you'll be tryna put my dick in your mouth

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

[verse 5: papoose (busta rhymes)]
(get low papoose! ) papoose, pa-poose, had to get on this club banger
smack you in your mouth make you swallow your pulp razor
pop a couple bottles laugh about it with bus later
bare witness i'm the young savior (turn it up! ! )
i got staten island on my pinky queens on my thumb dude
the bronx on my middle finger screamin fuck you
rock ice in manhattan so there's the ring finger
you know i had to keep brooklyn on the trigger finger
(get low pap! ) five boroughs of death, you don't understand
i got new york city in the palm of my hand
now i could make a tight fist and let it crumble ridiculous
or i could smack the world with a new york nemesis (turn it up! ! )
i flip the mag and get the clappin if it happens rip his jacket
split his back and lift his head i'm gettin at him (ha! ! )
pick up a different mag and then attack him when i grab him triggers blastin
with a passion get it crackin the assassin, you let 'em

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

[verse 6: rah digga (busta rhymes)]
(get low digga! ) see me rollin up in your hood {uh huh}
these jokers screamin damn rah still be lookin good {yeah}
they do they little mack he askin me who i tapped
ain't none of your concern you a g make it hap (turn it up! ! )
when i give a nigga some play he losin his brain (uh)
askin me a bunch of questions actin like he my man
wanna stress a bitch out tellin me i did change
they sayin damn my bad if you fell for the game
(get low digga! ) now he sittin there lookin stuck (ha! )
he thinkin cause he spent a little dough i'm 'gon fuck
if money ain't a thang i'm sayin let a bitch know
type to empty your account, how far you willin to go (turn it up! ! )
now he hopin on the jet he ain't wastin no time
told me all expense paid anyplace i could find
hit the islands in the winter trickin all on his dime
ain't a shorty in the world pussy better than mine, they wanna

[chorus]
"touch it- bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 3x]

[verse 7: missy elliot (busta rhymes) ]
bus this is serious man! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! (get low missy! )
i'm jinglin baby, go 'head mami, don't i look charmin put your lips up on me {woo! ! ! }
kiss it touch it, good, yes i wish you would (turn it up! ! )
you like to see me when i dip baby dip (ha1)
don't it look like i got beyonce's hips
lookin like i could be like nia long
boy you smokin that cheech and chong
(get low missy! ) have you ever seen thickness in a thong {come on! }
you can hit it like a game of ping pong
if you give me two shots of patrone
nigga bring it on i might let you take me home (turn it up! ! )
now busta bus (bus! ! ) misdemeanor in here
this year be clear y'all be beware
fake mc's y'all can't come near
i'm toxic baby like i'm britney spears

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

[verse 8: busta rhymes]
(get low bus! ) you see me you love me the streets declare me god of the hood
you niggaz is watchin and wishin you could
be claimin the throne the way i got it lock it mu'fuckers
what's good you tryin to stop it i'm wishin you would (turn it up! ! )
cause them i'm glad to hit you with the fact that the god is immortal as spit
the way i be doin historical shit
incase you and your niggas act like you aint know when i'm informin your click
i take your bitch while i'm perfomin my shit
(get low bus! ) as i was sayin niggaz know i ain't playin
there's no more delayin i'm comin and slayin
the street with the heat now turn up the beat until you go deaf
i eat a nigga food until nothin left (turn it up! ! )
now the way i'm killin at this mass like i'm doin the booker t
respect it you better get the salutin me when you see me
lloyd banks, papoose and busta bus yeah i'm greedy
i paint the illest picture for the hood like i do graffiti so

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

"Truck Volume"

[BUSTA:]
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah.
Turn my music up (C'MON)
Turn my music up (C'MON)
Truck shit now (C'MON)
Truck shit now (C'MON)
Truck shit now (C'MON)
Truck shit now (C'MON)
Turn my music up (UHH)
Turn my music up (UHH)
Truck shit now (C'MON)
Live nigga bully foot brassed up on rap shit now.
Check it out now

[VERSE 1:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah re-lax that shit you talk
Before I sick my bitch on you that'll bounce with your dick on a fork
I'll bring a bigger storm to calm your clouds
I own a couple things; I even own a farm with cows
I own the moment when my niggas run deep through crowds
Like how a pregnant woman breast milk leek through her blouse
A lot of niggas like to wish on a star
don't give a fuck who you are
I know some niggas that'll piss on your car
Now see, every time we step in a place
I give y'all niggas shit that put a foul look on your face
And rob ice like I was never more able
Don't drink coffee 'cos my diamond be cutting the glass on the table
Hey, I be the lost found tribe of "Jabas"
Bust niggas then I plant another bomb in your ass
And then I put my students all in a class
To clear my ruler ship
And make y'all niggas fucked up doin' the math

[HOOK:]
One time now (C'MON)
Truck shit now (C'MON)
Truck shit now (C'MON)
Turn my music up (C'MON)
Turn my music up (UHH)
Truck shit now (C'MON)
Truck volume (C'MON)
Truck volume (C'MON)

[CHORUS:]
I know ya-wanna-get up-on it
Let me-show ya- how we do
Every-time we-drop that-shit you
Know we-put it-down for you (HEY, HEY)

[VERSE 2:]
How many times you gon' crush down somethin'
You need to change your name up, to Bus-A-Bus down somethin'
You fuckin' with the highest my nigga
Tryin' to fuck with the giants, might as well call me Goliath my nigga
C'mon, drop hot shit on the spot; sop it up with a mop
Before the hungry come and shop on your block
I know some niggas that'd love to blood suck you all
A thing of the past, because them niggas stuck you all
One shot bustin' the same bullet, struck you all
And when they bounce you hear voices screamin' "FUCK YOU ALL"
Gathered up about a thousand young buck's who brawl
As decoys, in case they needed to duck you all
That's why you better move tight with your click
Niggas be thirsty and quick
Just to be off into the night with your shit
C'MON, we keep it street to give a damn who you are
Make niggas wile, and bitches spread, and put they hands on the car
Now let me frisk 'em, and shake they asses down to the floor
One dude wonderin', "What them niggas is poundin' me for?
What them niggas grillin'? What them niggas houndin' me for?"
Before the poundin', "What them niggas was surroundin' me for?"
Well let me tell you what the fuck we was surroundin' you for
We came to get you once but now I come to get you for more
And while they get and got, niggas drinkin' ten-dollar-henne a shot
Getting' drunk and wilin' out in the spot

[HOOK:]
What the fuck now (C'MON)
Truck shit now (C'MON)
Truck shit now (C'MON)
Turn my music up (C'MON)
Turn my music up (UHH)
Hot shit now (C'MON)
Street shit now (C'MON)
Truck volume (C'MON)

[CHORUS x2]

"We Comin' Through"

Yeah
Serious now
Serious

All my niggas
ONE TWO
Line up and
COME THROUGH
I got shit for all of you to wild out and
DUMB TO
Back and bust your gun too
Nowhere to run to
This shit is the jerk
So run your jewels and your ones too
All my bitches
WHAT WHAT
I like your whole strut
Bounce and hold your ass out
Make it open and close shut
Watch me bust a whole nut
Right over your whole butt
Slice you down with the dick
Just like you was a cold cut
OH FUCK
Now watch me dig all in your whole gut
Stuff it like a roast duck
Fucking packing a toast
WHAT WHAT
What about you slapping the shit up out ya
Flipmode
We them niggas
And I'ma always shout ya
See how we high rollers
Smoking till we high zoning
Niggas on the corner
Clutter the streets in the nights roaming
Now see how we got you open
My niggas hold your post
Bitches if your riding with me
Let's see who rocks the most

[Chorus:]
All my niggas (What what)
We coming through (What what)
Repping for my niggas and my bitches too (What what)
Back and bust your gun too
Nowhere to run to
Black out in the truck
Until there's no club to come to
All my bitches (What what)
We coming through (What what)
Repping for my bitches and my niggas too (What what)
Bounce and shake your ass out
Break fool and black out
Hit you with some shit
That will make all y'all just pass out

Know I keep that hot shit
Fuck up your block shit
Have y'all niggas stupid
On some straight cock your glock shit
Everytime we drop shit
There's no way to stop shit
Bust y'all niggas ass
Then like to sit back and pop shit
Yo we bout to lace y'all
Deface the place y'all
With shit that feel just like
A fucking foot in your face y'all
Is you with me?
(HELL YEAH!)
Before I hit y'all
Flipmode be the niggas
That will be sure to split y'all
We will never quit y'all
We won't permit y'all
Whack niggas to come inside
Like they be the shit y'all
FUCK THAT!
Yeah you know we blaze
And we wreck shop
Put it down for live niggas
While we watch the next fly
All my niggas pass through
Before we blast you
This shit so real
I don't have no need to gash you
We will never calm down
We won't put the bombs down
Rep for all my niggas
And we won't put the arms down
(Yeah you know we keep it coming)
Yo people is good for nothing
(Ay yo!)
Hot to death with shit that always keep you jumping
And rush the dance hall
Until all they ass fall
I make you other corny niggas
Get off the damn wall
And then we bless y'all
With the currently fresh y'all
And hit y'all niggas with flavor
Nothing less than the best y'all
Now we see how we got you open
My niggas hold your post
All my bitches wylin with me
Let's see who rocks the most

[Chorus:]
All my niggas (What what)
We coming through (What what)
Repping for my niggas and my bitches too (What what)
Back and bust your gun too
Nowhere to run to
Black out in the truck
Until there's no club to come to
All my bitches (What what)
We coming through (What what)
Repping for my bitches and my niggas too (What what)
Bounce and shake your ass out
Break fool and black out
Hit you with some shit
That will make all y'all just pass out

"We Goin' To Do It To Ya"

Aiyyo Mega' gimme some of that barefoot jungle shit
and let me shake a leg nigga! (Megahertz)

Let's give it to 'em
Yo, let's give it to 'em
Yo, let's give it to 'em
Busta Bust, let's give it to 'em
Flipmode, let's give it to 'em
Check it

[Verse One]
Ever felt the fire burn like this (burn like this)
You shocked that I've returned like this
Stern like shit'll make you firm like this
C'mon, while we make the bitches yearn like this
Pearl white shit'll make the world hype quick
and earl like knowin I'm bonin your girl like this
Act sweet (BOY) nigga we pack heat so (BACK BOY)
Stack money like a Backstreet Boy
Track sheet, never whack, bitches hittin in my back seat
Love my flick up in the Black Beat boy
So move your black feet boy, make bitches bounce to this
Don't let me have to let the mac speak boy
Track meet boy, hundred meter dash, straight to the trash
You corny rhymin on them whack beats boy (C'MON)
And you know we rock on and on
And make the bitches wanna bounce, all night long and
And to my gettin money niggaz keep ballin (c'mon)
You know we bout to take it to the next mornin

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Get your big ass on the floor!
You know we goin' do it to ya (alright)
You know we goin' do it to ya (alright)
You know we doin' do it to ya (alright) nigga

Get your big ass on the floor, C'MON!!

[Verse Two]
The Range Ro' and everything you see is paid fo' nigga, c'mon
Change flow and then we lay low
Chase mo' money, fuck I wanna waste dough fo'
Stack peso, big money know my small money
probably bigger than your WHACK payroll
Money get your hands off of me, dance all night
Break bitches hot and sweaty take your tight pants off for me
So horny, shorty pull your plans off on me
Whylin out, while shorty ditchin her mans off for me
So simple, there go the champagne glass
When your pour, make sure the whole entire thing full
Sinful! Still shorty puttin the somethin on me
Brushin on me, whylin and feelin and touchin on me
Whatchu play fo'? (RRAH!) When I hop up in my two do'
Great sex and do it, say no mo' (RRAH!)
Make those, know nigga we got heat big
Block sheets and shit and stay up on the hot street though (RRAH!)
Get high shit (RRAH!) fly bitches runnin the flo'
Hollerin and screamin this my shit! (RRAH!)
Count that in the amounts that amount to the ceiling
I know you love the way we bounce back nigga
Gimme my ounce back nigga, Flipmode back in the spot
You can run and go announce that nigga, c'mon

[Chorus]

Get your big ass on the floor
You know we goin'..

"We Got What You Want"

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah I though all y'all was goin'
Uh, Yeah, yeah, yeah
Were gonna take y'all on a little ride and shit
You mean now, now, now, yeah
We gonna sail in one of them big fat ocean liners on the street
Swim through this mutha fucka
Busta-Bus now, now, now

[Busta Rhymes]
Hop scotch I found a new bounce
Just rock back and fourth while my beat knock (Aurgh!)
Stop chips and cock glocks wit' clips
Go sailing in hot ships and park big whips (oh!)
Getting' them whips and bounce outta town
Take trips ride slow through them hoods and park at the main strip
Baby girl gimme yo hand cock fast (c'mon!)
With a number in your hand, hot ass (hold up!)
Shorty actin' just like she had a hit (on me!)
Fuckin' while shorty's busy shakin' her shit (on me!)
Man stop, just let ‘em flop watch girlfriend let alone cock block
Hot shit make a bitch wanna whine just like a reggae tune
Make y'all niggaz wanna act and bust the AK boom!
Everyday create a may lay today is pay day mutha fucka you better make way!

[Hook]
It's your night go get your money
Get that dough bounce if ya want
And light that blunt smoke if you got to
Shake yo shit bounce if you have to
Flimode squad back in the spot
With all yo shit bounce in the truck
Yes yes y'all bounce we go what ya want

All my niggaz, all my niggaz
All my bitches!
C'mon!

[Busta Rhymes]
We stay spittin' on
See what we sittin on
Shittin' you see how my 20” be fittin' on nigga
A 100 dollar bill shorty number was written on
Hittin' shorty on the sink wit' the lights in the kitchen on
C'mon! move quiet with all the DL chicks
Who carry on Lincoln head up on my CL 6
Hit y'all wit' the shit split y'all
Chicks all on my whip hoping ya ass fit y'all
We suppose to reach most shit bang
Watch how niggaz bounce in East Coast (Heaighh!)
Choke y'all provoke y'all
Killin' street everytime we distribute the coke all
Check it, see now a days we caught cribs
And caught big fat loss
Fuck big fat bitches that make cliques back off
The way we prove it to y'all
Is just bang niggaz every time we do it to y'all

[Hook]

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah
Straight black out shit fo show
Making you back yo mack out quick Aiyo (huh)
Yeah we floss and drop pricy things
Talk slick and money and rock icy things
She tried to get that score
By throwing the pussy begging me to hit that raw (uh oh)
We puts it on and watch bitches getting' a getsy
Flimode up in this mutha fucka just for the record

[Hook]

"What Do You Do When You're Branded"

[Chorus: Busta - singing]
Branded... scorned is the one who raaaan
What do you do when your branded? And you know you're a man.
Wherever you go, for the rest of your life
You must proooooove, you're a man

[Verse 1: Busta]
See now I'm back wit the force, read about the kid
from the front to the back of The Source
You see me back on the course
Scream on every beat untill my voice get crackled and horse
Front seat niggas never sit in the back wit a boss
Fuck the fact that it cost, the pricetag of the porche
Will cost ya life, have ya motha feel an immaculate loss
*Breath* But of course, come and speak to the best
And watch me spit a jewel sharper to carve the meat of your flesh
You lookin weak in the chest, you see the street is a test
Women on the stoop smokin holdin a seed to they breast
You see the street is a mess
Strugglin holdin a couple pounds of weed then the rest
Now I proceed to the rest of my niggas Keepin it fresh,
Though we must stay on the grind I supersceded the stress,
We always seem to finesse from the East to the West,
You Know we w-w-we keep the teflon from the street to the vest
Kill that nigga slow like how you get defeated in chess
Got you under pressure--hairline receaded effects
Hot air niggas I only feel the heat from your breath,
Rap niggas beef in they album probably needed the press
And as a man I never found the slightest need to impress
Another man because I'm proud and I believe that I'm blessed
But yo I always found the need to adress these weaker niggas
That speak to the street always keepin the people abreast
Now you've been branded...

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Busta]
Higher science and I'm changin the crime in,
Watch my son cuz you'd be fuckin wit the child of a Giant
Im in a place stuck between bein lovin and violent, [voice switch]
Becomin more of a threat when I move subtle and silent,
Then set it off to be the only one to quiet the riot
My destiny's the only thing between the sky and the pilot,
Relate, it's like bustin a 3-8
Be late, I be takin most of the brick leavin a pile outta shape
I never quit watchin these niggas try to hide they mistake,
Takin a shit watchin they body floatin by in the lake
Make it quick you weak niggas better try to escape,
And create the quickest way to reach the fire escape.
Snitch niggas always quick to go and lie on a tape,
But it's o-k cuz Super Hero niggas die wit a cape,
It's so great to watch them finally break, stand aside from the fake
Street niggas gotta slide for the take
Bein broke and not bein able to buy me a steak
Stackin my paper so see now I can buy an estate,
so I rely on the love and I reply to the hate
So much pain in the struggle my whole body'll ache...come on...
From the gates, so awake that was the plan of my fate
Now I'm straight...got me my OWN knife and fork on my plate
Wanna scorch a debate, wait...do me a favor nigga jus REMEMBER
The date...cuz you been...

[Chorus]

"What It Is"
(feat. Kelis)

Yeah
Flipmode
Neptunes nigga
What you want nigga, yeah
What you want bitches
Keep it goin, c'mon
Keep it goin, c'mon
Keep it goin, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon

[Verse 1]
Who be the father to this
Bounce right here niggas be followin this
Modelin bitches be frontin and be swallowin this
Carry on and yellin, screamin, be hollerin this
Flipmode co-signed to be the sponsor for this
What? To conquer this you need to march on for this
What? Ha, bitches just shake it and wiggle
And start to bake and just giggle
And then get naked a little and shit
Sweat drippin off they face and they nipple and shit
Niggas wildin til they be all tired and crippled and shit
Yeah you buggin on how we be doin it to ya
Til you hate our niggas and shit just like bullets was travelin through ya
Now, from right to left with a capital F
We gon' keep this shit hot to death and we stoppin your breath
Drinkin and buggin and fuckin with them hoes again
But it's nothing cuz y'all niggas know we 'bout to blow again

[HOOK:]
Kelis and Busta
Busta, what it is right now
Yeah
Busta, what it is right now
Eh-heh, eh-heh
Busta, what it is right now
Yeah, eh-heh, eh-heh
Busta, what it is right now
What you want? Eh-heh, eh-heh
Busta, what it is right now
Yeah, eh-heh, eh-heh, eh-heh
Busta, what it is right now
Yeah, what-chu...
Busta, what it is right now
What you want now
Busta, what it is right now
Flipmode, c'mon, c'mon

[Verse 2]
Let me show you what it is right now
Let me... step up and handle my biz right now
Niggas don't even know what it is right now
Got 'em mad as if I was bonin they wiz right now
So let me dig right now all in your ass way she bouncin got my...
Bubbly startin to fizz right now
Ayo, fuck it shit is feeling kinda big right now
Got 'em ready to split a couple of wigs doin tricks wit her ass
Shoulda seen what shorty did right now
Got me stuck on just takin her back to my crib right now
C'mon, the way shorty throwin that ass all over the place
Why shorty dizzy tryin to throw it all up in my face
Oooh... so what you got right now
Cuz we comin to blow the whole entire spot right now
Nigga we hot right now, all you other niggas move your shit over
Because we comin take your slot right now

[HOOK]

[Kelis]
This be the beat to rock for the street
More hot shit we givin you more heat
Feelin that bounce bangin the concrete
Bangin in the club and bangin it in your jeep
Flipmode Squad 2001
Wave your hands and rep where you from
We keepin it street cuz that's how we live
It's what it is baby, it's what it is baby

[Verse 3]
C'mon
See what it is is that we smokin got you open my nigga
Reppin til the very last word is spoken my nigga
Think we jokin we be makin niggas soakin they clothes
While niggas is runnin and wildin busy scopin these hoes
Bitches is runnin and wildin scopin niggas wit dough
While we keepin niggas open like we smokin the 'dro
Heh, see what it is is that we create a ruckus
Cuz that's what we love to do muh'fuckas, c'mon

[HOOK]

Flipmode nigga, c'mon
Violator muh'fucka, c'mon
We got Kelis muh'fucka, c'mon
Neptunes muh'fucka, c'mon, yeah
Bus-A-Bus muh'fucka, c'mon , yeah
Everybody in the spot, c'mon, yeah
What it is right now, c'mon
Bus'll tell ya what it is right now, c'mon
Bus'll tell ya what it is right now, c'mon
2001 hot shit, c'mon
Hot shit, hot shit, hot shit, c'mon

"What Up"

[scratched: "It's the new!!"]

Yeah! Yeah, Busta Bust down, Flipmode now
I know what y'all feel like doin
Go 'head and crash your whip in the fuckin wall
It's cool, niggaz.. we gets busy

[Verse One]
Fo' sho', spit rogue, get mo' bout to kick in the door
Dick sore, split whores 'til they shit on the floor
Clique more sick from when you use to see us before
Shit, kill a nigga quick, niggaz know my rapport
Keep workers on the strip that be ready for war
Brick I flip a little quicker if they shit in the store
Rip, maybe 'til they drop, and they shit in they drawers
Shit crazy when I pop, and I'm grippin the four
Thick bitches in the spot, watch 'em strip for the sport
Spit vicious for the block, yeah we swingin a torch
Stick niggaz for they shit, thank 'em for they support
Quick nigga, better quit snitchin down at the court
Check track a little slick and try to go on my Forbes
Cause we stackin like we rich, and we holdin the fort
This time, we had to bring it, guess what we brought
The hottest shit to bang from L.A. to the streets of New York

[Chorus]
All my people, get drunk, get high - WHATTUP?
Get money, get rich, get fly - WHATTUP?
Get stupid, get busy, get live - WHATTUP?
Jump all in your whip, turn the key and drive - WHATTUP?
Make a mill' yeah we gon' make about five - WHATTUP?
We speak the truth and we ain't talkin no jive - WHATTUP?
I'm speakin to the streets and everybody's widdit - WHATTUP?
Once again you know we only come to get it - WHATTUP?

[Verse Two]
AOWWWWWWW!! Ha, I stay wicked now I'm back on the strip
Like I went on a vacation and I'm back from my trip
Nuff radio rotation like I'm sailin a ship
Or when the team circle the block, busy trailin my clique
Truck packed fulla niggaz with the strap and the whip
Get the gat out of the stash, put it back on my hip
Gat butt you in the face, split and fatten your lip
Blood hit the floor louder than the clap when it drip
I credit your name with bullets, read the back of the script
My victim's initials engraved on the back of the clip
Chicks love the way we roll, how the movement is thick
So official like my name's on the back of your bitch
Pay triple for the name on the back of the stitch
Name like the whole city now I'm changin the pitch
Kick back kinda crazy when I'm holdin the fifth
Think you nicer than the God, shit is only a myth
Grab ahold of the masses, I was born with a gift
Niggaz be runnin they trap, throw 'em over the cliff
Thinkin and drinkin the Guinness, busy holdin the spliff
Flippin and shittin on niggaz 'til we old and we stiff
I don't even drive whips, throw the shit on the lift
12 hours, one worker do the whole of the shift
I do the thing to make you open your mouth
And give you shit to bang the Midwest and the rest of the South

[Chorus]