Busta Rhymes

(Barking) Yea, turn me up some
Fuck goin on, Yo over there, what up brother
Yea, yea
Flipmode!
See we got a whole...
We got a gift wrapped package for you motherfuckers
Yea, yo, yo, yo, yea
(verse one)
Busta,I stay with in a nigga tracks so
Hotter than wax yo so tell me why you act so
Yo, I max cuz I make a nigga black till its time to relax yo
Untill you all collapse so, fuck it
Its hardly that the god is getting tired, you don't wanna say that
Can catch a cardiac relax nigga
What, the god is back so you dont wanna in no matter how you react
Blows your black and blue your front and your back
Choose, whatever the round that you choose
wounds so herendous from projects you get to analyzing the bruise
Blows will never come in singular they coming in twos
My crew be starting the ruckus once I get them accused
Or blast from the triggers that will bust from all of my dudes
be the shit that make you niggas run up out of your shoes
We make you back down, havin the facts now
With all the noise you be making you can even see the shit on the news
Murder
(chorus)
So you don't know nuthin about it (barking)
Turn me up some
Yo, the heat from of the street will burn you up some
Yo, the shit I'm sure to spit will hurt you up some
I'm sayin
But you don't know nuthin about it (barking)
Turn me up some
Yo, I drink a fith of yack and hurl it up some
Yo, just bang it in the truck and turn it up some
I'm sayin...
(verse two)
Now watch me get a nigga fast, like them bitches with no ass