[Intro: Mystikal & Busta Rhymes]
Ugh camera rolling
Shouldn't a did that
Me and Busta Rhymes
(Busta Rhymes and Mystikal N***a
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)

[Mystikal]
Bitch I'm on a mission
Not the one to be mixed up from this n***a and that n***a
Hundred percent, full blooded natural, rap whipper
Ass kicker, mad spliffer, back flipper
That much colder than the last n***a
Come from my pops so y'all ain't fucking with me
I come to get down, its time to get down
I think u chicken bust a cap
I'm the one mixed with Duggery and Master P Ugh!
Mystikal and Busta Rhymes
Ohh shit the shocker and the guillitine
Down, now put my gun on fire
One eight zero zero can't nobody fly
Like the cotton off your bottem then its gotta be me
Late at night, lights out, you in a perminent sleep
Ain't many of these n***as coming harder than me
Flip Mode, No Limit, who you thought it would be?
[Chorus: Mystikal & Busta Rhymes]
Wacha want n***a?
Wacha need n***a?
We gonna give it to ya
Untill u bleed n***a
Now where my live n***as?
Where my live bitches?
This for my live n***as
This for my live bitches
Now wacha want n***a?
Wacha need n***a?
We gonna give it to you
Untill u bleed n***a
Now where my live n***as?
Where my live bitches?
This for my live n***as
This for my live bitches

[Busta Rhymes]
Contact we will bomb that All I know is they will make a n***a
We will omb back when we contact For better or worse
Make a n***as heart sweell up and burst
You know one of my n***as busting shots first
Bust another shot off into the earth
Leave a n***a stressed Feeling the pain of a women giving child birth See now a days everywhere we go we'll carry ya
Even when we swinging with bitches down at the Mariot
Chickens that will bust back on you and the ferries that
Waiting for me to marry ya Ride up in my chariot
Sorry but I ain't having it Thinking u can roll cause you wearing a
Little glamour and acting all irogant
Bitch N***a Beet it like Micheal and fuck up you cycle
Blast you with my grandfather's rifle
I'm great to stifle
Bitch Create a crises your paying the prises
With the devil you was never richeous
I think i might just, hit you now?
You know u can fold here, n***as know it ain't all there
Prepare for warfare, n***as is everywhere
Fuck with my n***as we are double there
Flip Mode n***a you'll find trouble here
Tipsy and turning, crispy and burning
Hoping and learning You yerning to take hold of a n***as burning
Reps for every grain of salt from every street corner
The ones you wanted from Brooklyn to the south of the border
No Limit and Flip Mode in this bitch
While Mystikal and Busta Rhymes be straight busting your shit
[Chorus]

[Mystikal]
I want another side of fries with my poppa's chicken and bisquit
Take the wall out
Fall out I'm not playing with these dumb bitches
What you doing if your riches don't fit ya?
Ball playing and
Swinging on a track
We some big old n***as
Not some dead old n***as
Bitch you trying to do something
I'm gonna get on with ya
I'm scratchy!
You can't match
I'm known for getting nasty
With my ciggerette ass
Once I get this fucker started you can't stop
Oww you done fucked up now
Mystikal and Busta Rhymes like Dolomite and Red Fox
They frightened of the braids, running from the dread lox

[Chorus]