Busta Rhymes ft. Method Man - What's Happenin'

(feat Busta Rhymes) [Intro: Busta Rhymes (Method Man)] Aiyo, Tical? (What up, fam?) You know Busta-Bust had to come see you, God, it's good to see you, God (Good too see you too, God) Let's take the streets for a little ride (Okay, we ridin' high) Yeah, you better light your L, smoke your L And just (kiss the sky) Huh! And if you ever disrespect the Bust or Meth (find their mentor) Yeah, I-I-I think the streets been lookin' for this one for a long time (Yeah, aiyo) Come on! [Method Man] I came to bring the pain, more hard to the brain Tical I'm bustin' that ass again I burn like acid rain, that acid slang These niggaz try'nna see how I come ash again Main and evident, I'm huntin', yes, Meth for president Be in hell with Dazel and George just for the hell of it And I ain't yellow kid, flows hot as kettle get Now if you ain't fuckin' with that, you must be celibate Spaz! Just a little, got a sack lookin' fizzle Little hash in the middle, where it at? In the middle, yup Mommy if you got a fat ass, make it jiggle, yup Put it in my next video shot by Little X And M-E-F gon' work til their ain't any left I'm tryin' get what I'm worth and not a penny less Think fast (come on) bank cash (come on) Everybody do it with your stank ass (just come on) [Chorus: Method Man (Busta Rhymes)] Make you rob somebody (what?) grab somebody (what?) Stomp somebody (what?) slap somebody (what?) Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi (what?) Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party (what?) Brooklyn (come on!) Shaolin (come on!) Queensbridge down to Long Island (come on!) Bronx, nigga (come on!) Manhattan (come on!) To each and every hood what's happening? (come on!) [Interlude: Method Man (Busta Rhymes)] Yeah let 'em talk, nigga, come on Bust (Aiyo, Meth, let me get at these niggaz) Yeah! [Busta Rhymes] Now watch me back your shit up, I hope your people pull up And pick up and pack your shit up, homey, it's time to move While I'm singin', ma, do you let relieve you of all of your Figure seating sketching, never believe in your niggaz (come on!) Go head and babble you can watch me patiently waiting Aimin', attackin', instead I'mma let one of my bitches slap you I ain't watch you when your niggaz'll try To feel a wrath of the un-rudely waking of a sleeping giant (Very defiant), once I give you the pressure And then I apply it and then your breathing is stop and totally quiet (sss oh) Captain of this ship, so call me the pilot I leave you and your crew to collide with me Die, stomp on a nigga, just like a herd of a thousand cattle That'll travel over your face and frazzle your shit Shot you, worst than a brick and then be torturin' you And then get the reverend, and get to steppin', nigga! This shit'll make you [Chorus: Method Man (Busta Rhymes)] Make you rob somebody (what?) grab somebody (what?) Stomp somebody (what?) slap somebody (what?) Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi (what?) Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party (what?) Brooklyn (come on!) Shaolin (come on!) Queensbridge down to Long Island (come on!) Bronx, nigga (come on!) Manhattan (come on!) To each and every hood what's happening? (come on!) [Interlude: Method Man (Busta Rhymes)] Haha, that's the truth my nigga (Nigga, listen, listen, let me talk) Let me talk! (huh) [Busta Rhymes (Method Man) {both}] Can't you see what I got for you now (Shake your big fat ass in front of me now) To all my high bidders (to all my live niggaz) {We here to blackout, follow the story now Just feel my heat, and you know I'm gonna Just keep the street, but nigga did you Know when you bout to lose it, my