Give Em What They Askin For Busta Rhymes

[Chorus]
They say we make the greatest HITS
So who am I, to dis-AGREE?
I hear the streets callin', y'all was lookin' for ME
Everybody, was lookin' for one thing
You lookin' for something, well I got the something
Now every single person that was lookin' for something
Well let me give 'em what they askin' fo' (Hey!)
Let me give 'em what they askin' fo' (Hey! Hey!)

[Verse 1]
Hey - what'chu tryin to know?
I got the sick Southside and it ain't no joke
Hot cookin, sittin pretty, shiny smokes
Up in the fine cuisine, sup a little wine with my folks
A bunch of filthy rich niggas that be grindin the most
Bunch of ace of spade models makin champagne toasts
And I got, Armani suits, sick wrists on glow
A nigga back, hittin harder than a 2x4
See them diamonds, yeah I bet'cha never seen 'em befo'
Drippin off a nigga 'til the stones'll fall on the flo'
I'm throwin, money down the room to please myself
I'm into self-preservation so I freeze myself
See I'm so, dipped fresh I wanna squeeze myself
And do it so big sometimes I can't believe myself
No matter how hard a nigga greed my wealth
See you can front if you want, the game need my help
Now let's GO~!