What’s Happenin’ Method Man (Ft. Busta Rhymes)

[Intro]
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

[Verse 1]
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)