Method Man, Busta Rhymes - What's Happenin' lyrics

[Method Man, Busta Rhymes - What's Happenin' lyrics]

Ayo, Tical? What up, fam?
You know Bus-a-Bus had to come see you
God, it's good to see you, god
Good too see you too, God
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
Huh, and if you ever disrespect the
Bus' or Meth, bye, dead man, die
Yeah, I, I, I think the streets been lookin'
For this one for a long time, god
(yeah, yo) come on

I came to bring the pain
More hard to the brain (Tical)
I'm bustin' that ass again
I burn like acid rain, that ass is lame
These niggas tryna see how I
Come? Ask your dame
Ain't it evident I'm hittin' it?
(Yes) Meth for President
Be in hell with gasoline drawers just
For the hell of it
And I ain't delicate, flows hot as kettle get
Now if you ain't fucking with that
You must be celibate spazz, just a little
Got a sack we can sizzle
Little hash in the middle, where
It at? In the middle, yup
Mommy, if you got a fat ass, make it jiggle
Yup put it in my next video shot by Little X
And M-E-F gon' work 'til their ain't any left
I'm trying to get what I'm worth
And not a penny less
Think fast (Come on) bank cash (Come on)
Everybody do it with you stank-ass (Come on)

This shit'll make you rob somebody (What)
Grab somebody (What) stomp somebody (What)
Slap somebody (What)
Make you wanna step to the
Bar and sip Bacardi (What)
Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party
(What) brooklyn (Come on)
Shaolin (Come on)
Queensbridge down to Long Island (Come on)
Bronx, nigga (Come on) manhattan (Come on)
To each and every hood, what's happenin'?
(Come on)

Yeah, real talk, nigga, come on, Bus'
Ayo, Meth, let me get at these niggas yeah

Now watch me back your shit up
I hope your people pull up and pick
Up and pack your shit up
Homie, it's time to move
While I'm seeing right through you let
Me relieve you all of your
Figures seating screeching
Never believing you niggas (Come on)
Go head and babble
You can watch me patiently waiting
Aiming, attacking
Instead I'ma let one of my bitches slap you
I invite you and your niggas to
Try and feel the wrath
Of the unruly unawakening of a sleeping giant
(Very defiant) Once I give you the
Pressure and then I apply it
And then your breathin' is
Stopped and totally quiet
Captain of this ship so call me the pilot
I leave you and your crew to
Collide with me then I stomp on a nigga
Just like a herd of a thousand cattle
That'll travel over your face
And frazzle your shit
Chop you worse than a brick
And then we torture you
And then get the reverend
And get to steppin', nigga

This shit'll make you rob somebody (What)
Grab somebody (What) stomp somebody (What)
Slap somebody (What)
Make you wanna step to the
Bar and sip Bacardi (What)
Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party
(What) brooklyn (Come on)
Shaolin (Come on)
Queensbridge down to Long Island (Come on)
Bronx, nigga (Come on) manhattan (Come on)
To each and every hood, what's happenin'?
(Come on)

That's what truth be, my nigga
(yeah, come on) niggas, listen, let me talk
(Let me talk, come on)

Can't you see what I got for you now? (Huh)
Shake your big fat ass in front of me now
To all my high bidders, to all my live niggas
We here to blackout, follow the story now
Just feel my heat, and you know I'm gonna
Just keep the street, but, nigga
Did you know we about to lose it, my nigga?
And you know we gon' get real stupid
My nigga

See the police coming (What)
Fireman coming (What)
Street niggas ready to riot and start dumbing
(What) i love to see it whenever
You and your man fronting (What)
Me and Meth'll step to you
(Quick) and smash something (What)
Now who is he? Dope MC killing these cowards
Wack niggas get pimp slapped
Give me some powder
Click-clack, one in your back
Now think about it
Get back, running your yap, I can't allow it
Well, yeah, my nigga (Set it off)
You know we seeing it through, God
The street be needing niggas like me and you
God (Ayo)
I think what I'm seeing from
Here we got 'em wildin', yo
Logical, we should've did this shit
A long time ago i got that shit that make
Rappers shit in they shoes
Nasty MC, I spit flows and spit in they food
Man, don't tempt me
I'm nothing like a curious child
I'm simply a Boy in the
Hood with Furious Styles

This shit'll make you rob somebody (What)
Grab somebody (What) stomp somebody (What)
Slap somebody (What)
Make you wanna step to the
Bar and sip Bacardi (What)
Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party
(What) brooklyn (Come on)
Shaolin (Come on)
Queensbridge down to Long Island (Come on)
Bronx, nigga (Come on) manhattan (Come on)
To each and every hood, what's happenin'?
(Come on)

Every day, every rotation, come with it
(yeah, yeah) let me talk, come on
Ayo, God yeah, lord
Flipmode, Wu Tang, nigga
Ain't that some shit? That's some shit
Abso-truthfully, Bus-a-Bus meth Tical
Yeah (yeah) ayy, let me know when you
Wanna do that again, god
Shit, we we can do it right now (yeah)
Shoutout to New Jersey yeah

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