[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Yeah , Come fuck wit us
Yeah, ya'll know what to do to this shit
Yeah, haha, streets
We bout to do it again
We bout to do it again
We bout to do it again, n***as
I hope ya'll ready
Check it, check it, c'mon (woo)

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Check out the technique
C'mon, spit flow and bag up the next freaks
Soldier wit a quicker ho that a live on the next street
Over playa then do this shit again next week
Gettin this paper, phat chicks up in the next Jeep
Probably listen closer if you let the check speak
I keep fire cause n***as respect heat
Look, I spit fire then come up the best beats
I said I pull the spot from here way down on South Beach major
Globalize, then blow down a South Beach ager
Check it, banana yellow G wagon for the whole saggin
Feel the fox mink draggin on the floor watch it
You really need to stop
Just copped the rob blueberry Lamborghini drop
C'mon, stay struntin with the mini bop
N***as know when we step in the place, the whole city stop
[Hook: Busta Rhymes & Meka]
Better tell 'em if they ain't know, put 'em on shorty
We know how you be doin it baby
How we be doin it baby
We know how you be takin it off
How we take it from 'em
We know how you be killin 'em baby
How we killin 'em, c'mon
We know how you be ready to ball
You know we ready to do it
We know how you be drivin 'em crazy
Make 'em crazy now, c'mon
We know how you be breakin 'em off
You know we breakin 'em off, let's go
So come and get it down for me baby
Put it down now
And make it hot 'til they take it off

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
This is a shake down (c'mon)
Weakin your whole shit ' til it break down (uh huh)
Speak to the whole clique 'til we take down dudes
Put the heat to 'em make them put the cake down dude (dude)
Scrape down food (food), n***as stay hungry 'til the shit is over
Spit and make the tape sound rude
Ha, n***as get screwed, see they ain't really worth not a thing
But only gettin on the stage to get booed
Kennedy loft hoes mackin at the top of the Trump Towers
Rockin fly Versace, cherry cloth robes (robes)
Like ghostface the most ready just for the glow
Showcase the most, them n***as sure to blow
No waste a time, you know we sure to grow
I'm sayin no place a mine, is for them corny hoes
C'mon, with all this paper and the shit we copin
We keepin it gully and know we always keep it poppin
[Hook: Busta Rhymes & Meka]
Better tell 'em if they ain't know, put 'em on shorty
We know how you be doin it baby
How we be doin it baby
We know how you be takin it off
How we take it from 'em
We know how you be killin 'em baby
How we killin 'em, c'mon
We know how you be ready to ball
You know we ready to do it
We know how you be drivin 'em crazy
Make 'em crazy now, c'mon
We know how you be breakin 'em off
You know we breakin 'em off, let's go
So come and get it down for me baby
Put it down now
And make it hot 'til they take it off

[Break: Busta Rhymes & Meka]
Ha, get that money
Come fuck wit us
Hands in the sky
Keep on livin
Do your own thing
All my people holla and let me hear ya reply
Say take it off (take it off!)
Say take it off (you better take it off!)
Say take it off (take it off!)
Say take it off (better take it off!)
[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
C'mon, ha, we hold a rock boy
The way we on fire call a n***a hot boy
Hot, we raise the level to we blow the spot boy
And watch the water boil and spill over the pot boy
Listen, I hope you know you need to stop boy
Frontin and tryin be somethin you not boy
Listen again we keep on bangin and pissin 'em off
Spazzin on n***as until we silence or finish 'em off

[Hook: Busta Rhymes & Meka]
Better tell 'em if they ain't know, put 'em on shorty
We know how you be doin it baby
How we be doin it baby
We know how you be takin it off
How we take it from 'em
We know how you be killin 'em baby
How we killin 'em, c'mon
We know how you be ready to ball
You know we ready to do it
We know how you be drivin 'em crazy
Make 'em crazy now, c'mon
We know how you be breakin 'em off
You know we breakin 'em off, let's go
So come and get it down for me baby
Put it down now
And make it hot 'til they take it off

{*skit after the song is over*}

Male: Yeah
Female: Wait, wait, wait hold on
M: Come on let me put it right here, what you doin? What you doin?
F: Hold on, hold on, wait, wait, wait, got a rubber?
M: I don't need no rubber, you look clean, wait the fuck you ain't go no pimples or nothin
F: Na, na, you ain't runnin up in here without no jimmy
M: Ah, you fuckin actin like that
F: You better find one
M: Aight so, aight so, hold on, hold on, don't yo
M: Just stay, just like that, don't even, just stay
F: I'm not leavin
M: Aight cool, hold on, hold on
M: I knew I had a condom what the fuck man
M: Where the fuck is a condom when you need one?
Trojan Man: It is I, Trojan Man!
M: Oh shit, oh thank God it's you, you got a condom man?
TM: No, I only have one trick cover left, and my hormones are risin
TM: And I want your bitch to taste it
TM: Trojan Man!

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