[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, yeah, yeah now (Oh, shit), what the fuck now? (Stranger)
Flipmode Wu-Tang shit, what the fuck now?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Historical and monumental shit (Yeah)
What the fuck now? (Yeah) Yeah, yeah (Yeah), yeah
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Straight smack a nigga right in the face like this was handball (Hah)
I'll make a mural out his face up on a damn wall
Niggas play hard and shit (Hah); if you know what's best for you
Y'all niggas better safeguard your shit (Hah)
Even though we rep brass knuckle rap (Huh)
Fuck with street geniuses and bowlegged chicks who walk with a gap (Hah)
Street niggas now the corporate boss (Hoo)
Still go to y'all restaurant for steamed fish and Irish moss (Hah)
And y-yo, the way we do it and you see how my shit bomb
Your whole show whack and I'ma cancel your sitcom
Fuck a nigga (Hah) broad 'til she tired and real calm
You ain't (Hah) knowin' my name tattooed on your bitch arm
The way we blow shit, it's a shame (Hah)
Casually bust my gun and celebrate bustin' a cork on the champagne
Wrote you (Hah) with a whole new approach (Hah) that lead a whole team of niggas
Y'all should know I only ball like a coach, now
[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Check out the light fixture, freak lines like white bitches
Let the mic lines - hang that slang is ridiculous
Emperor of warlords, big gun only fuck with sawed-offs
That's my specialty, more to bust
Shot out my bed parrot keep it gangster, Lord
I analyse your work, those that got murked were not established
Texture look classy, arm baby 2000 raspberry
S-5, blowin' through Asbury
Soon to own steakhouses, glowin' like makeover thousand
Them them niggas, robbin' from Pinkhouse's
Show and prove, knockin' off cab drivers
God, sodomize money, rape two hundred thousand
See the color of the carved out Wu emblem
Baby, it's all designers, tailor-made Wu gooses
Limousine, automatic new uzi's in 'em, yo
Relax, cousin, just cruise through, jewels with him
Yeah, yeah, yeah now (Oh, shit), what the fuck now? (Stranger)
Flipmode Wu-Tang shit, what the fuck now?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Historical and monumental shit (Yeah)
What the fuck now? (Yeah) Yeah, yeah (Yeah), yeah
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Straight smack a nigga right in the face like this was handball (Hah)
I'll make a mural out his face up on a damn wall
Niggas play hard and shit (Hah); if you know what's best for you
Y'all niggas better safeguard your shit (Hah)
Even though we rep brass knuckle rap (Huh)
Fuck with street geniuses and bowlegged chicks who walk with a gap (Hah)
Street niggas now the corporate boss (Hoo)
Still go to y'all restaurant for steamed fish and Irish moss (Hah)
And y-yo, the way we do it and you see how my shit bomb
Your whole show whack and I'ma cancel your sitcom
Fuck a nigga (Hah) broad 'til she tired and real calm
You ain't (Hah) knowin' my name tattooed on your bitch arm
The way we blow shit, it's a shame (Hah)
Casually bust my gun and celebrate bustin' a cork on the champagne
Wrote you (Hah) with a whole new approach (Hah) that lead a whole team of niggas
Y'all should know I only ball like a coach, now
[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Check out the light fixture, freak lines like white bitches
Let the mic lines - hang that slang is ridiculous
Emperor of warlords, big gun only fuck with sawed-offs
That's my specialty, more to bust
Shot out my bed parrot keep it gangster, Lord
I analyse your work, those that got murked were not established
Texture look classy, arm baby 2000 raspberry
S-5, blowin' through Asbury
Soon to own steakhouses, glowin' like makeover thousand
Them them niggas, robbin' from Pinkhouse's
Show and prove, knockin' off cab drivers
God, sodomize money, rape two hundred thousand
See the color of the carved out Wu emblem
Baby, it's all designers, tailor-made Wu gooses
Limousine, automatic new uzi's in 'em, yo
Relax, cousin, just cruise through, jewels with him
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