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method man feat busta rhymes – what’s happenin’ lyrics

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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

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

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

i came to bring the pain, more hard to the brain
tical, i’m bustin’ that -ss again
i burn like acid rain, that acid slang
these n-gg-z try’nna see how i come ash again

main and evident, i’m huntin’, yes, meth for president
be in h-ll with dazel and george, just for the h-ll of it
and i ain’t yellow kid, flows hot as kettle get
now, if you ain’t f-ckin’ 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 -ss, make it jiggle, yup
put it in my next video shot by little x

and m e f gon’ work til there 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 -ss, just come on

make you rob somebody, grab somebody
stomp somebody, slap somebody
make you wanna step to the bar and sip bacardi
wild out spaz in the club, we in the party

brooklyn, come on, shaolin, come on
queensbridge down to long island, come on
bronx n-gg-, come on, manhattan, come on
to each and every hood, what’s happenin’ come on

yeah, let ’em talk, n-gg-, come on bust
aiyo meth, let me get at these n-gg-z, yeah

now, watch me back your sh-t up, i hope your people pull up
and pick up and pack your sh-t 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 n-gg-z, come on

go head and babble, you can watch me patiently waiting
aimin’, attackin’, instead, i’ma let one of my b-tches slap you
i ain’t watch you when your n-gg-z’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 stopped and totally quiet
captain of this ship so call me the pilot
i leave you and your crew to collide with me

die, stomp on a n-gg-, just like a herd of a thousand cattle
that’ll travel over your face and frazzle your sh-t
shot you, worst than a brick and then be torturin’ you
and then get the reverend and get to steppin’, n-gg-

this sh-t’ll make you rob somebody, grab somebody
stomp somebody, slap somebody
make you wanna step to the bar and sip bacardi
wild out spaz in the club, we in the party

brooklyn, come on, shaolin, come on
queensbridge down to long island, come on
bronx n-gg-, come on, manhattan, come on
to each and every hood, what’s happenin’ come on

that’s the truth, my n-gg-
n-gg-, listen, listen, let me talk, let me talk

can’t you see what i got for you, now?
shake your big fat -ss in front of me, now
to all my high bidders, to all my live n-gg-z
we here to blackout, follow the story now

just feel my heat and you know i’m gonna
just keep the street but n-gg-, did you
know when you ’bout to lose it, my n-gg-?
and you know we gon’ get real stupid, my n-gg-?

see the police coming, fireman coming
street n-gg-z ready to riot and start dummin’
i love to see it, whenever you and your man frontin’
me and meth’ll step to you, quick, and smash somethin’

now who is he? dope m.c. killin’ these cowards
wack n-gg-z get pimp slapped, give me some powder
click-clack, one in your back, now, think about it
get back, runnin’ your gap, i can’t allow it

well, every n-gg- set it off, you know we seeing it through god
the streets be needing n-gg-z like me and you, god
aiyo, i think we’re up, seen it from here, we got a mile and yo
logical, we should’ve did this sh-t a long time ago

i got that sh-t that make rappers sh-t in they shoes
nasty m.c., i spit flows and spit in they food
man, don’t tempt me, i’m nothin’ like a curious child
i’m simply a boy in the hood with furious childs

this sh-t’ll make you rob somebody, grab somebody
stomp somebody, slap somebody
make you wanna step to the bar and sip bacardi
wild out spaz in the club, we in the party

brooklyn, come on, shaolin, come on
queensbridge down to long island, come on
bronx n-gg-, come on, manhattan, come on
to each and every hood, what’s happenin’ come on

every day, every rotation, come with it
let me talk, come on, aiyo god, yeah, lord?
flipmode wu-tang, n-gg-, ain’t that some sh-t?
that’s some sh-t, actually truthfully, busta bust

meth tical, yeah, yeah, hey, let me know
when you wanna do that again, god
sh-t, we can do that right now
shout out to new jersey, yeah

- method man feat busta rhymes lyrics

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