[Intro]
Shit is about to get real serious
Busta Rhymes, Flipmode Squad, Swizz Beatz, check it out

[Verse 1]
Yo, it's like tic tac toe
The god is back, make bitches say ho
Blow shit, roast ya, then down in Waco
Bigfoot raps, n***a let's make dough
Pull up to the lot, valet the Range Ro'
Flyer than a motherfucker, all day glow
In the club n***a, go in the dark and lay low
Bang your head to this shit, while the beat play slow
Junior varsity n***as while we play pro
Ringside seats we all in the same row
Like a crew of bitches pull up in Dodge Durangos
And how we dazzle these bitches with how we change flows
We take your slot, how a bitch take half
And rock chains with pieces the size of spacecrafts
You know what I rep, that's (Flipmode Squad!)
Wildin' like a thousand n***as up in the wreck yard

[Chorus]
Callin' all live n***as (Boo-yah!)
Callin' all live bitches (Ooh, ooh)
Yes, I hold a crown for y'all (Say what?)
Busta Rhymes hold it down for y'all (Get money!)
Hah, callin' all live n***as (Boo-yah!)
Callin' all live bitches (Ooh, ooh)
Yes, I hold a crown for y'all (Say what?)
Flipmode put it down for y'all (Yeah, yeah!)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, yo, the empire strikes back
Shit is official, street n***as fight back
The way we set it off even the bitches might black
Raunchy as fuck, even they like it like that
Busta Rhymes in this bitch, you know I got another batch
More hotter shit, n***a, strike another match
Bang this shit in your truck, n***a, open up the hatch
And hold on your jewels before your shit get snatched
Better lock your doors, slide across the latch
Before we figure out the next vic to catch
So much lyrics flowin' to throw in a teacup
More crack for y'all we just reed up
Gutter like a piss test in a pee cup
Switch the bounce for the streets, had to change the speed up
Raw for the bitches who thick and beefed up
Stripper club, big titty bitches, double D cup
We all up in the truck, what the fuck, we tree'd up
Pure coke for n***as, get skeed up
Let me bang somethin' hard on your head like Vince Carter
And charter jets for my n***as with automatic starters
Blow shit regular like the UniBomber
Surprise attack you n***as, like fuckin' Pearl Harbor
Jailhouse raps, let it bang a little harder
While I rep for the fam, Busta Rhyme the Godfather
[Chorus]
Callin' all live n***as (Boo-yah!)
Callin' all live bitches (Ooh, ooh)
Yes, I hold a crown for y'all (Say what?)
Busta Rhymes hold it down for y'all (Get money!)
Hah, callin' all live n***as (Boo-yah!)
Callin' all live bitches (Ooh, ooh)
Yes, I hold a crown for y'all (Say what?)
Flipmode put it down for y'all (Yeah, yeah!)
Yeah, callin' all live n***as (Boo-yah!)
Callin' all live bitches (Ooh, ooh)
Yes, I hold a crown for y'all (Say what?)
Busta Rhymes hold it down for y'all (Get money!)
Hah, callin' all live n***as (Boo-yah!)
Callin' all live bitches (Ooh, ooh)
Yes, I hold a crown for y'all (Say what?)
Flipmode put it down for y'all (Yeah, yeah!)

[Outro]
(Hah) Yeah
So remarkable
Classic, rugged n***a music
Big truck shit
20-inch rims on a Yukon or somethin'
A fuckin' Escalade, Navigator