Busta Rhymes - We Put It Down for Y'all lyrics

Shit is about to get real serious
Busta Rhymes, Flipmode Squad, Swizz Beatz
Check it out

Yo it's like tic tac toe
The god is back, make bitches say ho
Blow shit, roast ya than down in Waco
Bigfoot raps nigga let's make dough
Pull up to the lot, valet the Range Rove
Flyer than a motherfucker, all day glow
In the club nigga glow in
The dark and lay low
Bang your head to this shit
While the beat play slow
Junior varsity niggas while we play pro
Ringside seats we all in the same row
Like a crew of bitches pull
Up in Dodge Durangos
And how we dazzle these bitches
With how we change flows
We take your slot, how a bitch take half
And rock chains with pieces
The size of spacecrafts
You know what I rep, that's Flipmode Squad
Wildin like a thousand niggas up
In the wreck yard

Callin' all live niggas, booyah
Callin' all live bitches, ooh, ooh
Yes, I hold a pound for y'all, say what?
Busta Rhymes hold it down for y'all
Get money callin' all live niggas, booyah
Callin' all live bitches, ooh, ooh
Yes, I hold a crown for y'all, say what?
Flipmode put it down for y'all, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yo, the empire strikes back
Shit is official, street niggas fight back
The way we set it off
Even the bitches might black
Raunchy as fuck, even they like it like that
Busta Rhymes in this bitch you
Know I got another batch
More hotter shit nigga strike another match
Bang this shit in your truck
Nigga open up the hatch
And hold on your jewels before
Your shit get snatched
Better lock your doors
Slide across the latch
Before we figure out the next vic to catch
So much lyrics flowin' to throw in a teacup
More crack for y'all we just reed up
Gutter like a piss test in a pee cup
Switch the bounce for the streets
Had to change the speed up
Raw for the bitches who thick and beefed up
Strip a club, big titty bitches double D cup
We all up in the truck
What the fuck we treed up
Pure coke for niggas, get skeed up
Let me bang something hard on
Your head like Vince Carter
And charter jets for my
Niggas with automatic starters
Blow shit regular like the UniBomber
Surprise attack you niggas like
Fuckin Pearl Harbor
Jailhouse raps, let it bang a little harder
While I rep for the fam
Busta Rhymes the godfather

Callin' all live niggas, booyah
Callin' all live bitches, ooh, ooh
Yes, I hold a pound for y'all, say what?
Busta Rhymes hold it down for y'all
Get money callin' all live niggas, booyah
Callin' all live bitches, ooh, ooh
Yes, I hold a crown for y'all, say what?
Flipmode put it down for y'all, yeah, yeah
Callin' all live niggas, booyah
Callin' all live bitches, ooh, ooh
Yes, I hold a pound for y'all, say what?
Busta Rhymes hold it down for y'all
Get money callin' all live niggas, booyah
Callin' all live bitches, ooh, ooh
Yes, I hold a crown for y'all, say what?
Flipmode put it down for y'all, yeah, yeah

So remarkable classic rugged nigga music
Big truck shit
20-inch rims on a UConn or something
A fuckin Escalade, Navigator