Busta Rhymes - You Ain't Fuckin' Wit Me lyrics

Yea aiyyo Uncle Pat
Turn up the beat just a lil' more for me bruh
Yea imitating the beat
This sound like Frankenstein's baby, yea

Busta Rhymes! You know we live and in color
(color)
Shit butter hot, but just a little mo' gutter
(gutter)
Smash shit regularly, word to my mother
Show love for the bitches and put
It down for my brudda (brudda)
Hot butter funk make it rain
Close the shutter - violate
Catch it from one of my bitches, boxcutter
(cutter) ahh, articulate! Feels so great
That I can bless my niggas
With shit they appreciate ('ciate)
No jive y'all niggas can take a nosedive
Shit so live bitches wanna give
Me a high five (five)
UNGHHH! Fuck it, it is a must we hold grands
Get with the program and fuck
Bitches who love to hold (hands)
Foul shit, way out of order
Fuck shit up leave bitches hot and
Sweaty drippin buckets of water (water)
Disorderly conduct, will erupt
When the live shit come on
Niggas do what they wanna (wanna)
Aight bitches, now show yo' asses

The shit we droppin be sure
To get y'all movin (get the fuck up)
We keep it poppin
Feel how gangsta the loop is
(we keep it boppin)
(we keep it gangsta muh'fucka)
And it ain't no stoppin the way
That we gon' do this
Now what you want me to say? Say
You ain't fuckin with me ahhhhhhh
(what the fuck, c'mon)

Huh, you see I got so
Much new hot shit stored
Got you givin me an award
Floored a couple on the come up
Stretched a few, put 'em flat on they back
And laid 'em stiffer than a board
The way I make my niggas applaud
My price tag, just to show up the shit
Might be somethin you can't afford
Make you say the Lord is my shepherd
How we astonish
Move forward on novice niggas like Cedric
Ceballos with a hot song
Now niggas know we rock on, cock-strong
All y'all niggas is straight popcorn, AHH!
Talk the trash, comin forth get past lie duke
Pass shorty with the big horse ass (ASS)
Now ain't no stoppin how we comin full blast
Mix the fire with gas
That's how we put it on smash (smash)
No lie, never deny - so hot we
Cook the shit well done
Just like a deep fish fry UNNNGHH
Snap crackle and pop
What we drop and how we keep shit comin
How we maneuver so fly
(fly) , so high is where we gon' take it
Controllin the land, controllin the sea
Now we control the whole sky
Perhaps make niggas collapse
Make bitches shake they shit to the floor
And feel the soul up in my raps and
Your face is the gutter we slap
Make you crash all in your
Whip when you drive
I hope your seatbelt's strapped
Aight niggas! Now throw yo' hands up

The shit we droppin be sure
To get y'all movin (get the fuck up)
We keep it poppin
Feel how gangsta the loop is
(we keep it boppin)
(we keep it gangsta muh'fucka)
And it ain't no stoppin the way
That we gon' do this
Now what you want me to say? Say
You ain't fuckin with me ahhhhhhh
(what the fuck, c'mon)

Yeah, this sound like the music
To Frankenberry or some shit
The fuckin groovy ghoulies and
Friends or somethin laughing