What's Happenin'

Aiyo, Tical? (What up, fam?)
You know Busta-Bust had to come see you, God, its good to see you, God
(Good too see you too, God)
Lets 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... Im bustin that ass again
I burn like acid rain, that acid slang
These niggaz trynna see how I come ash again
Main and evident , Im huntin, yes, Meth for president
Be in hell with Dazel and George just for the hell of it
And I aint yellow kid, flows hot as kettle get
Now if you aint 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 aint any left
Im tryin get what Im 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 whats 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, its time to move
While Im 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 Imma let one of my bitches slap you
I aint watch you when your niggazll 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
Thatll 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 shitll make you..
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
[ Interlude: Method Man (Busta Rhymes)]
Haha, thats the truth... my nigga
(Nigga, listen, listen, let me talk) Let me talk! (huh)
[Busta Rhymes] (Method Man) {both}
Cant 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 Im gonna
Just keep the street, but nigga did you
Know when you bout to lose it , my nigga
And you know we gon get real stupid, my nigga}
[Busta Rhymes]
See the police coming (what?) Fireman coming (what?)
Street niggaz ready to riot and start dummin (what?)
I love to see it, whenever you and your man frontin (what?)
Me and Methll step to you, quick! And smash somethin (what?)
[Method Man]
Now who is he? Dope M.C. killin these cowards
Wack niggaz get pimp slapped, give me some powder
Click-clack, one in your back, now think about it
Get back, runnin your gap, I cant allow it
[Busta Rhymes]
Well every nigga (set it off) you know we seeing it through God
The streets be needing niggaz like me and you, God
Aiyo, I think were up, seen it from here, we got a mile, yo
Logical, we should of done this shit a long time ago
[Method Man]
I got that shit that make rappers shit in they shoes
Nasty M.C., I spit flows and spit in they food
Man, dont tempt me, Im nothin like a curious child
Im simply, a boy in the hood, with furious childs (this shitll make you)
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes & Method Man)]
[Outro: Method Man (Busta Rhymes)]
Every day, every rotation, come with it! (Letme talk... come on, hah)
(Aiyo God) Yeah, lord? (Flipmode/Wu-Tang, nigga, aint that some shit?)
Thats some shit, actually truthfully, Busta Bust! ( Meth Tical!)
Yeah... (yeah, let me know when you wanna do that again, God)
Shit we can do that right now, shout out to New Jersey, hahaha, yeah!