Whacha Want, Wahcha Need (Clean Version)

Camera rolling
Shouldn't a did that
Me and Busta
Rhyme*******usta
Rhymes and
Mystikal *******
Ha ha ha ha hahahaha
******* I'm on a mission
Not the one to be mixed up from this ******* and that *******
Hundred percent, full blooded natural, rap whipper
Ass kicker, mad spliffer, back flipper
That much colder than the last *******
Come from my pops so y'all ain't ******g with me
I come to get down, it's time to get down
I think you chicken bust a cap
I'm the one mixed with duggery and
Master P -ugh
Mystikal and
Busta Rhymes
Ohh *******t the shocker and the guillotine
Down, now put my gun on fire
One eight zero zero can't nobody fly
Like the cotton off your bottom then its gotta be me
Late at night, lights out, you in a pertinent sleep
Ain't many of these *******s coming harder than me
Flip mode, no limit, who you thought it would be?
Wacha want *******?
Wacha need *******?
We gonna give it to ya
Until you bleed *******
Now where my live *******s?
Where my live *******?
This for my live *******s
This for my live *******
Now wacha want *******?
Wacha need ****** *?
We gonna give it to you
Until you bleed *******
Now where my live *******s?
Where my live **** ***?
This for my live *******s
This for my live *******
Contact we will bomb that
All I know is they will make a *******
We will bomb back when we contact
For better or worse
Make a *******s heart swell up and burst
You know one of my *******s busting shots first
Bust another shotoff into the earth
Leave a ******* stressed
Feeling the pain of a women giving child birth
See now a days everywhere we go we'll carry ya
Even when we swinging with ******* down at the
MarriotChickens that will bust back on you and the ferries that
Waiting for me to marry ya
Ride up in my chariot
Sorry but
I ain't having it
Thinking you can roll 'cause you were wearing a little glamor and
Acting all irogant
******* *******
Beet it like
Micheal and ******* up you cycle
Blast you with my grandfather's rifle
I'm great to stifle
*******Create a crises your paying the prices
With the devil you was never richeous
I think I might just, hit you now?
You know you can fold here, *******s know it ain't all there
Prepare for warfare, *******s is everywhere
******* with my *******s we are double there
Flip mode **** *** you'll find trouble here
Tipsy and turning, crispy and burning
Hoping and learning
You yearning to take hold of a *******s burning
Reps for every grain of salt from every street corner
The ones you wanted from
Brooklyn to the south of the border
No Limit and
Flip Mode in this *******
While Mystikal and
Busta Rhymes be straight busting your *******t
Wacha want *******?
Wacha need *******?
We gonna give it to ya
Untill you bleed *******
Now where my live *******s?
Where my live *******?
This for my live *******s
This for my live *******
Now wacha want *******?
Wacha need ****** *?
We gonna give it to you
Untill you bleed *******
Nowwhere my live *******s?
Where my live *******?
This for my live *******s
This for my live ** *****
I want another side of fries with my poppa's chicken and bisquit
Take the wall out, fall out
I'm not playing with these dumb *******
What you doing if your riches don't fit ya?
Ball playing and swinging on a track
We some big old *******s
Not some dead old ***** **s
******* you trying to do something
I'm gonna get on with ya
I'm scratchy
You can't match
I'm known for getting nasty
With my cigerette ass
Once I get this ******* started you can't stop
Oww you done ****** up now
Mystikal and
Busta Rhymes like
Dolomite and
Red FoxThey frightened of the braids, running from the dread lox
Wacha want *******?
Wacha need ****** *?
We gonna give it to ya
Untill you bleed *******
Now where my live *******s?
Where my live **** ***?
This for my live *******s
This for my live *******
Now wacha want *******?
Wacha need *******?
We gonna give it to you
Untill you bleed *******
Now where my live *******s?
Where my live *******?
This for my live *******s
This for my live *******