Busta Rhymes - Show Me What You Got lyrics

Hoo, yeah
It's another one of them marvelous shit's
Yeah, Flipmode, huh, Busta Rhymes shit, yeah
So remarkable, yeah
As I say it over and over again
From song to song, yeah, so remarkable
Hah, heh, yeah, so remarkable

Yo, yo, Busta Rhymes the immaculate raw
Hardcore, riggady raw
Lay niggas flat on the floor
We climbin' in the back of the four
Nonchalant flavor fo' sure
Timbs with a aqua valor
Flava like you never seen it before
Ha, holy, sacred, and pure
Flipmode, be on it fo' sure
Be incredible to settle the score
Like a nigga shot you in the face
Through the peephole in the door
From New York, down to Singapore
Keep you niggas jumpin' around
Had the bitches beggin' fo' more
Street niggas, yeah we speak for the poor
Now we stack cheddar galore
When we shop and buy at the store
Metaphor like nuclear war
I warned niggas if you try to bite
Shit I'll leave a crack in your jaw
Take the livest niggas out on a tour
Make a nigga black in the spot
Make you wanna take off a door

All my dogs who hustle every day
All my dogs who hustle every day now
Own a store laundromat around the way
And own a store
Laundromat around the way now
We got to get it, yeah
My niggas, all my niggas
Show me what you got for me
What you got for me
All my niggas what ya got for me
All my shorties who stay fresh every day
All my shorties that stay fresh every day
My get money bitches who still
Hang around the way
All my get money bitches that
Chill around the way now
We got to get it, yeah, we gotta
My bitches, all my bitches, c'mon
Tell me what you got for me
What you got for me
All my bitches what you got for me

Now, yo, we stay packin' the toast
Could give a fuck, bust at a ghost
And end up on the front of the post
Niggas know that I be rockin' the most
Fuckin Ethiopian bitches
Living in the ivory coast
Let me drug y'all niggas up with a dose
Make you act just like you supposed
Watch a nigga playin' me close
Nowadays type of dough that we gross
I celebrate and throw me a roast
And get a known face for a host
We get it hype even when we be calm
Niggas know my word is my bond
When we come you know we the bomb
Hypnotic shit, get you retarded
Shoulda known it was a bad move
Fuckin around and gettin' me started
Still whippin' in the back of the truck
So what, not givin' a fuck
In the streets, livin' it up
So what happened to the last nigga bust
Could give a fuck whoever he was
Throw them niggas outta the clubs
Them niggas all, shit turnin' me off
Tie 'em up, makin' 'em cough
Gag 'em in the throat with a cloff
After that we go and wild for the night
Make 'em know the style for the night
Car low, pile for the night
You know we always give y'all niggas a blaze
Black it out and party for days
Let y'all niggas fuck with the strays
Fuckin dimes at the end of the days
Gettin money but it's too late
Got a nigga stuck in his ways

All my dogs who hustle every day
All my dogs who hustle every day now
Own a store laundromat around the way
And own a store
Laundromat around the way now
We got to get it, yeah
My niggas, all my niggas
Show me what you got for me
What you got for me
All my niggas what ya got for me
All my shorties who stay fresh every day
All my shorties that stay fresh every day
My get money bitches who still
Hang around the way
All my get money bitches that
Chill around the way now
We got to get it, yeah, we gotta
My bitches, all my bitches, c'mon
Tell me what you got for me
What you got for me
All my bitches what you got for me