Mystikal, Busta Rhymes - Whacha Want, Whacha Need lyrics

Ugh camera rolling shouldn't a did that
Me and Busta Rhymes
(Busta Rhymes and Mystikal Nigga
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)

Bitch I'm on a mission
Not the one to be mixed up
From this nigga and that nigga
Hundred percent, full blooded natural
Rap whipper
Ass kicker, mad spliffer, back flipper
That much colder than the last nigga
Come from my pops so y'all
Ain't fucking with me
I come to get down, it's time to get down
I think u chicken bust a cap
I'm the one mixed with Duggery
And Master P Ugh! Mystikal and Busta Rhymes
Ohh shit the shocker and the guillitine
Down, now put my gun on fire
One eight zero zero can't nobody fly
Like the cotton off your bottem
Then it's gotta be me
Late at night, lights out
You in a perminent sleep
Ain't many of these niggas
Coming harder than me flip Mode, No Limit
Who you thought it would be?

Wacha want nigga? Wacha need nigga?
We gonna give it to ya untill u bleed nigga
Now where my live niggas?
Where my live bitches?
This for my live niggas
This for my live bitches
Now wacha want nigga? Wacha need nigga?
We gonna give it to you untill u bleed nigga
Now where my live niggas?
Where my live bitches?
This for my live niggas
This for my live bitches

Contact we will bomb that All I know
Is they will make a nigga
We will omb back when we
Contact For better or worse
Make a niggas heart sweell up and burst
You know one of my niggas busting shots first
Bust another shot off into the earth
Leave a nigga stressed Feeling the pain
Of a women giving child
Birth See now a days everywhere
We go we'll carry ya
Even when we swinging with bitches
Down at the Mariot
Chickens that will bust back on
You and the ferries that
Waiting for me to marry ya
Ride up in my chariot
Sorry but I ain't having it Thinking u
Can roll cause you wearing a
Little glamour and acting all irogant
Bitch Nigga Beet it like Micheal
And fuck up you cycle
Blast you with my grandfather's rifle
I'm great to stifle
Bitch Create a crises your paying the prises
With the devil you was never richeous
I think i might just, hit you now?
You know u can fold here
Niggas know it ain't all there
Prepare for warfare, niggas is everywhere
Fuck with my niggas we are double there
Flip Mode nigga you'll find trouble here
Tipsy and turning, crispy and burning
Hoping and learning You yerning to take
Hold of a niggas burning
Reps for every grain of salt
From every street corner
The ones you wanted from Brooklyn to
The south of the border
No Limit and Flip Mode in this bitch
While Mystikal and Busta Rhymes be
Straight busting your shit

Wacha want nigga? Wacha need nigga?
We gonna give it to ya untill u bleed nigga
Now where my live niggas?
Where my live bitches?
This for my live niggas
This for my live bitches
Now wacha want nigga? Wacha need nigga?
We gonna give it to you untill u bleed nigga
Now where my live niggas?
Where my live bitches?
This for my live niggas
This for my live bitches

I want another side of fries with
My poppa's chicken and bisquit
Take the wall out fall out I'm not playing
With these dumb bitches
What you doing if your riches don't fit ya?
Ball playing and swinging on a track
We some big old niggas
Not some dead old niggas
Bitch you trying to do something
I'm gonna get on with ya i'm scratchy!
You can't match i'm known for getting nasty
With my ciggerette ass
Once I get this fucker started you can't stop
Oww you done fucked up now
Mystikal and Busta Rhymes like
Dolomite and Red Fox
They frightened of the braids
Running from the dread lox

Wacha want nigga? Wacha need nigga?
We gonna give it to ya untill u bleed nigga
Now where my live niggas?
Where my live bitches?
This for my live niggas
This for my live bitches
Now wacha want nigga? Wacha need nigga?
We gonna give it to you untill u bleed nigga
Now where my live niggas?
Where my live bitches?
This for my live niggas
This for my live bitches