Busta Rhymes Talking] Greatness, yeah, yeah Aiiyo, turn the beat up a little bit louder Truck Volume
[Busta Rhymes] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah We bout to play a lil' game, match the name with the voice So when you pick your favorite emcee you makin' the right choice SO WHO ARE YOU?
[Baby Sham] Baby Sham, I'm known for the crud First night pops off with a couple of slugs
[Busta Rhymes] AND HOW YOU DOIN'?
[Baby Shaman] You see what I'm workin' wit, it's beyond rap Stick to the fact, that chapped lips get convexed Palm that, look where the arm's at, nigga need to launch that Now tell me what the problem be, is that I'm scorching dem To flood these streets, hot not partially, cock back the toast Put your heart for free, so what it feels like to hear me crushin' a beat
[Busta Rhymes] SO WHO ARE YOU?
[Rah Digga] The illest broad Digga, reppin' Brick City If I'm lying may the Lord come strike my left tittie
[Busta Rhymes] AND HOW YOU DOIN'?
[Rah Digga] Undisputed metaphor rap queen, always cookin' up some shit Like mom's a crack fiend, so what's the word Strike a nerve when I'm speakin' Any emcee whether black or white, or Puertorriquen I'm the big dog, you just a cat stuck in a tree Not one of y'all cocksuckers fuckin' wit me
[Hook] [Busta Rhymes] SO WHO ARE WE? (Flipmode) Got you gaspin' for air, hot shit muthafuckas Throw your hands in the air WATCH HOW WE DO IT How we rep and yo we solemnly swear To put it down until it's over and our time is up here SO WHO ARE YOU?
[Rampage] Rampage, new tenant, pack big still Fuck what ya heard, I'm ready to kill
[Busta Rhymes] AND HOW YOU DOIN'?
[Rampage] Day criminal, street thug material Flipmode Imperial, top breakin' officer Fuck around we warnin' ya, 21 gun salute 6 official conrads, ain't afraid to shoot Niggas see us, we got them shakin' in they boots Flipmode, the streets, bigger than Bayroots
[Busta Rhymes] SO WHO ARE YOU?
[Spliff Starr] Yeah, Spliff Starr, cunt-crusher, gun-busta Hard-to-toucha, one bad muthafucka
[Busta Rhymes] AND HOW YOU DOIN'?
[Spliff Starr] Gangsta bitch, deadly like cancerous I bring it where your parents live, show you what your status is Steam-boil your cabbages, I can't take y'all nigaz faggotness You about to die, show him where his casket is You wanted beans, I had your hood under siege Guns get squeezed, and bullets hit your knees
[Busta Rhymes] SO WHO ARE YOU? Bus-A-Bus now, somethin' fo' sho' Keep 'em whilin' till somebody's left a leak on the flo' AND HOW YOU DOIN'? We've been awaitin' the God, to make an undernovel entry Controllin' everything in the yard Rugged like General Custard it seems How we crush grapefruit, niggaz, and make a mustard out of your team You know we hotter than the 4th of July So sit back and watch the fireworks show light up my name the sky
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