For the nasty Busta Rhymes

Let me, let me, let me, let me
Let me tell you a story, yes
About a boy from the Tribe Called Quest
I be that nigga that I think ya'll know
With Mr. Busta Rhymes, a-yo, I'm in the studio

Go move
Show me what ya'll know
Go move
Show me what ya'll know
Go move
Show me what ya'll know
Go move
Show me what ya'll know

Close the door, iight, let a nigga rock
'Cause we 'bout to eat real shit, not shit slop
Nigga can't say shit about this hip-hop
'Cause I build dudes lanes while at pit stop
Built they styles and they names, Frankenstein, right
It's a high state game, dudes are playing it
I be questioning a lot of ya'll who made it in
Just move with the joint that we chartering

Make you disappear quick like you're part of wind
Then laugh, ah ha ha, and laugh again
Shorty, move a lil bit, I'm looking at your friend
Let's get in there and shake for the beat, girl
Do a lil eye wink, throw a tongue twirl
Gotta hit lock smashed in, tied down
We on your block, turned hot spots to ghost towns
A-yo, I'm tired of these niggas, bus-a-bus, now
Say it to 'em