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INFO - WHAT'S HAPPENIN' (FT BUSTA RHYMES)

What's Happenin' (Ft Busta Rhymes)

de Method Man / pe Tical 0: the Prequel / an 2004

VERSURI - WHAT'S HAPPENIN' (FT BUSTA RHYMES)

Aiyo, Tical? What up, Fam

You know busta-bust 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 bust or Meth, find their mentor

Yeah, I-I-I think the streets been lookin' for this one for a long time

Come on



I came to bring the pain, more hard to the brain

Tical, I'm bustin' that ass again

I burn like acid rain, that acid slang

These niggaz try'na see how I come ash again



Main and evident, I'm huntin', yes, Meth for president

Be in Hell with Dazel and George just for the hell of it

And I ain't yellow kid, flows hot as kettle get

Now if you ain't fuckin' with that, you must be celibate



Spaz, just a little, got a sack lookin' fizzle

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



Then MEF gon' work 'til their ain't any left

I'm tryin' get what I'm worth and not a penny less

Think fast, bank cash

Everybody do it with your stank ass



Make you rob somebody, grab somebody

Stomp somebody, slap somebody

Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi

Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party

Brooklyn, Shaolin, Queens bridge down to Long Island

Bronx, nigga, Manhattan, to each and every hood, what's happening?



Yeah, let 'em talk, nigga, come on bust

(Aiyo, Meth, let me get at these niggaz)

Yeah, ya



Now watch me back your shit up, I hope your people pull up

And pick up and pack your shit up, homey, it's time to move

While I'm singin', ma, do you let relieve you of all of your

Figure seating sketching, never believe in your niggaz



Go head and babble you can watch me patiently waiting

Aimin', attackin', instead I'ma let one of my bitches slap you

I ain't watch you when your niggaz'll try

To feel a wrath of the un-rudely waking of a sleeping giant



Very defiant, once I give you the pressure

And then I apply it and then your breathing is stop and totally quiet

Captain of this ship, so, call me the pilot

I leave you and your crew to collide with me



Die, stomp on a nigga, just like a herd of a thousand cattle

That'll travel over your face and frazzle your shit

Shot you, worst than a brick and then be torturin' you

And then get the reverend, and get to steppin', nigga

This shit'll



Make you rob somebody, grab somebody

Stomp somebody, slap somebody

Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi

Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party

Brooklyn, Shaolin, Queens bridge down to Long Island

Bronx, nigga, Manhattan to each and every hood, what's happening?



Hah, that's the truth, my nigga

(Yeah, c,mon, nigga, listen, let me talk)

Let me talk, huh, c'mon



Can't you see what I got for you now?

Shake your big fat ass in front of me now

To all my high bidders, to all my live niggaz

We here to blackout, follow the story now



Just feel my heat, and you know I'm gonna

Just keep the street, but nigga did you

Know when you about to lose it, my nigga

And you know we gon' get real stupid, my niggaz



See the police coming, fireman coming

Street niggaz ready to riot and start dummin'

I love to see it whenever you and your man frontin'

Me and Meth'll step to you, quick and smash somethin'



Now, who is he? Dope M.C. killin' these cowards

Wack niggaz get pimp slapped, give me some powder

Click-clack, one in your back, now think about it

Get back, runnin' your gap, I can't allow it



Well, every nigga you know we seeing it through god

The streets be needing niggaz like me and you, god

Aiyo, I think we're up, seen it from here, we got a mile, yo

Logical, we should of done this shit a long time ago



I got that shit that make rappers shit in they shoes

Nasty M.C. I spit flows and spit in they food

Man, don't tempt me, I'm nothin' like a curious child

I'm simply, a boy in the hood, with furious childs

This shit'll



Make you rob somebody, grab somebody

Stomp somebody, slap somebody

Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi

Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party

Brooklyn, Shaolin, Queens bridge down to Long Island

Bronx, nigga, Manhattan to each and every hood, what's happening?



Every day, every rotation, come with it, let me talk, come on, hah

Aiyo god, yeah, lord? Flip mode, Wu-Tang, nigga, ain't that some shit?

That's some shit, actually truthfully, busta-bust, Meth Tical

Yeah, yeah, ya, let me know when you wanna do that again, god

Shit, we can do that right now, shout out to New Jersey, hahaha, yeah

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