[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
This is a national security alert (Remix. Remix. Remix.)
Ground Music. Flip mode. Aftermath. Here we go. (Remix Remix. Remix.)

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Real talk word to mother it be the gutter brother (ah!)
Back with another banger to set off the summer (huh!)
Better get up and come a-round
Cause the way our shit will be cloggin up the toilet
You probably should call the plumber
You n***as get dumb and dumber
Thinkin you can come around and test me
Like these other n***as, well, pick a number
I''m sayin you should never ever think that you better n***a
Get it together, been bodyin shit since mommy named me Trevor
Stellar the way I give a hell of a performance and get a
Reaction I attract all the people to come together
Whether n***as realize it or not oppose a letter
Just let a fella think what it wouldn't make him rememeber that
When I'm in the buildin it's cool for you to rest in
Remember I'm too hot to touch kid
Curious, my fire burnin n***as serious
I gift wrapped the flame and give it to n***as, here it is
See through motherfuckers, we'll never be equal
I'll banish and make 'em vanish and do it for (the people)
I be the baddest see when I spit I become the maddest
And kill 'em until the blood'll (seep through)
Front if you want but you know who the top biller
Bounce while I'm killing the strut and walk with a bop, killer!
[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
So don't touch me n***a (You might burn yourself)
Don't touch me n***a (You might burn yourself)
We got 'em hot in this bitch (So throw the water on 'em)
We got 'em hot in this bitch (So throw the water on 'em)
Here we go

[Verse 2: Reek Da Villian]
R-double E-K, D-A Villian
I'll pull a grip out of this waist and splatter ya face
When the cali' blow, you'll get a face shot like a cameo
Rob the man and leave his ass naked like he D'Angelo
Bet I'll let a pistol dismiss you if it's a issue
Of a tissue that money'll get you clapped quick (come on)
Turn a wimp past wittle to a gym class hero
When my AR13'll make 'em backflip (come on)

[Verse 3: Spliff Star]
I'm a BK felon I'll run you down with a weapon
My goonies get looney anytime that I tell 'em
Dead 'em, I walk around with stacks in my denim
With fast foreign cars with the gator skin in 'em
Now I got pretty women all around the world
If I been in your city probably pound your girl
Had her stretched out swimmin in the pool with her breast out
Send her back home set to fire the sex out
[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
So don't touch me n***a (You might burn yourself)
Don't touch me n***a (You might burn yourself)
We got 'em hot in this bitch (So throw the water on 'em)
We got 'em hot in this bitch (So throw the water on 'em)
Here we go

[Verse 4: The Game]
Motherfucker, it's FLIPMODE, when I come up in the club
Throwin up a dub, liftin up a snub
Flipmode be stars, you know who the fuck we are
Used to be fishscales, now we fuck with caviar
Eatin on supreme shit, at the round table
On some cream shit, like I grew up in Queensbridge
I talk reckless, the whole world know
My style is C4 and I'm ABOUT TO BLOW
So don't get close, we'll touch ya ribs
And come bust lil' brother with the stick-up kids
Like, "Shh, take off the watch"
"Shh, take off the watch"
"Shh, take off the watch"
They said Game in the club with a big ass Glock
Like boom, guess who stepped in the room
LAX comin' through JFK real soon

[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
So don't touch me n***a (You might burn yourself)
Don't touch me n***a (You might burn yourself)
We got 'em hot in this bitch (So throw the water on 'em)
We got 'em hot in this bitch (So throw the water on 'em)
Here we go
[Verse 5: Lil Wayne]
Jump on the track like Michael Jeffrey
Even the referee say I need an ESPY
Award just applaud I'm a boar with a broad
I go hard and my leather so soft and I cough
And the board of health say the boy need help
I am so hot the AM just melt
All aboard, all aboard black card, no fraud
I'm an extension cord, I'm a lightning rod
I'm a lion roar, I'm a dinosaur
I'm a sinus minus the nose, I'm a cold
I'm raw than a temperature rose to five and
Two o's that's 500 degrees for those who know
My fire's higher than a liars
We don't burn rubber, we burn tires
We riders, residers, we live in The Carter
Wayne is a flame that could live in the water
Ok now let's get it straight, either you bait or the mate
Either way you on my plate gettin ate after grace
If you taste like base, snares and tenors be my dinner
I'm hotter in the winter, burn like sinners, turn like spinners
I swear I'll put ya in the urn by your picture
Boy we ain't playin Weezy baby, he the man
Hotter than the Peter pan to a wet bare hand

[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
So don't touch me n***a (You might burn yourself)
Don't touch me n***a (You might burn yourself)
We got 'em hot in this bitch (So throw the water on 'em)
We got 'em hot in this bitch (So throw the water on 'em)
Here we go

[Verse 6: Nas]
Man, listen I spot a square dude from a distance
Through the tinted Maybach curtain in partition
Nip/Tuck n***as, I could never fuck with 'em
Or pass the blunt with 'em, let the guns hit 'em
Bring fire, frizzy hair for press-spire
You ain't a rider, pa'tna I'm a crippler
Crutch giver, hospitalizer, hottest whip driver
Keep on my hip, the biggest life or death decider
I ain't a rapper or an activist, I'm badder
I used to run from a cracker named Lieutenant Casper
No black leather jackets or black berets
Since my old days, like I stepped from a Vogue page
And none of y'all cop what I cop
Forget your excuse if the music ain't hot
Where the Range? Where the drops? Y'all never got hoes
See you on the club, wrist never on froze

[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
So don't touch me n***a (You might burn yourself)
Don't touch me n***a (You might burn yourself)
We got 'em hot in this bitch (So throw the water on 'em)
We got 'em hot in this bitch (So throw the water on 'em)
Here we go

[Verse 7: Big Daddy Kane]
Busta Bus pick me up in the Coupe to come bubble through
This is routine kid it ain't nothin new
You bring trouble to me, the untouchable
Make me have to bring in the troops like George W
I'll scorch you somethin awful when I fall through
Of course the raw to be when you could put a broad to
Better bring with you your fire extinguisher
Listen, I love static and I'm ready to cling to ya (OK!)
Kid I made it from magazine pages to big stages
High wages through all of the different ages
Thinkin you do it like this is outrageous
Yeah I'm sick with it but it's not contageous
Your hottest thing to me, not a thing
Every night my crib is like the Bada Bing
So make sure that you youngin's got it right
Kane's who's the fuckin rockstars party like, you heard?

[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
So don't touch me n***a (You might burn yourself)
Don't touch me n***a (You might burn yourself)
We got 'em hot in this bitch (So throw the water on 'em)
We got 'em hot in this bitch (So throw the water on 'em)
Here we go