Busta Rhymes - What the Fuck You Want!! lyrics

Flipmode motherfucker, Flipmode motherfucker
What the fuck you want, what the fuck nigga?
What you want, what the fuck nigga?
(We gon hit it down like this nigga what?)
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I be, testing your faith
And wrecking your face, invading your space
And watch the tables turn like
You're trading a place
I pull stunts like Evel Knievel
Me and my people fly like an eagle
And blow your entire cathedral, hurry hurry
Don't worry worry
Hit y'all with a flurry flurry of jabs
Leaving y'all niggas blurry blurry
Brew up some shit like I'm cooking for y'all
When I'm done then I come looking for y'all
(Huh huh hold up hold up)
Federal cases cause nuff bodies end
Up in medical places


In they blood finding them chemical traces
Leaving special investigators going
Through skeptical phases
While we getting money the decimal changes
I was a Seventh Day Adventist apprentice
Now I strike with a vengeance
Blowing the door right up off of the hinges
This be that
"Put Your Out Of Your Misery" song
And make you ask your man is this
The joint he dissing me on that's when I ask

What the fuck nigga what you want?
What the fuck nigga what you want?
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga

Moving your muscle and doing the hustle
See nowadays we getting money like Russell
Who really wanna tussle? Challenge the
Super saber in a nigga
Blast the challenger way out of space
Like Galaga nigga battle star Galactica
Cross my diameter nigga
Derange your whole circular shape
Into triangular nigga
Yo, so what it was my fault?
That I had to bring this
Shit to a screaming halt?
What you need to do is open up the vault
That's why I make sure
That my vest will be on so when I blast you
And your additional stress will be gone
Then I sprinkle just a little bit of salt
On your plans
And watch your shit shrivel up right
In the palm of my hands
I ain't afraid of ya
But I thank all of my niggas for saving ya
I was about to take you back
To when your mother was making ya
Clapping you up, slapping you up
Trapping you up holding you hostage
Duck taping and Saran wrapping you up
Yo!, first she was sober, I smell the aroma
Put you in a Trans
And slip into an irreversible coma
Fuck y'all cubic zirconium niggas, it's over
Closing in on all y'all niggas
While we're moving in a little closer Then I
Evaluate and elaborate, confiscate your shit
And dare your ass to retaliate
That's when I ask

What the fuck nigga what you want?
What the fuck nigga what you want?
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
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What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga
What the fuck nigga what you want?
What the fuck nigga what you want?
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga