"Iz They Wildin Wit Us & Getting Rowdy Wit Us" lyrics
"Iz They Wildin Wit Us & Getting Rowdy Wit Us"
(feat. Mystikal)
[Busta Rhymes (Mystikal):]
He-he, yeah, yeah
Fix that guitar shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Ayo, Mystikal
(What up nigga? Here I go, wha?)
Iz they gettin' rowdy with us
(Wha, wha, wha, wha?)
Iz they wildin' with us
(Huh. They're fuckin' bang again. Wha?)
(Huh, Flip) Yeah, yeah
Flipmode nigga (Huh, wha)
No Limit nigga (Wha)
Flipmode nigga (Wha)
No Limit nigga (Wha)
Flipmode nigga
Here, we go!
Yo, yo, yo
[Mystikal:]
Coincide with yo boy check out with no lines
On yo boy look out but don't hide
When you bust it up and keep rhymes
When you walk towards the tape offline
For your boys got instinct rhymes
When you bump between the sixteen lines
When you bowl when them gold bitches scream
Win the goal keep ahead keep it live
Before you go get your tattoo rhymes
For your boy pick a bell in the bathroom
Penalized doing it till he get tired of ya boy
That shit between me and you niggas
Then trying to figure out what I say
I give less than a fuck, what you doing over there
Just don't get in my way
Hear my records, feel my presence, now and forever, and until
Stop what you doing and work it fuck it nice
Just complete it with a licking to the man right there
Tell you motherfuckers what we came to do
It's just plain as day but they don't wanna see
If you don't wanna fight get the fuck is you'll be
In the spot working on my beat
Long time I'm having no compromise
I'm 'a open them up and then I'm dumping them out
I'm keeping it hard so don't get mad
Cause I'm loading 'em up and I'm running 'em out
Hit 'em with the bang then I feel a bang
Take her in the backyard outside leave 'em in a ring
Teach the niggas not to fuck with us
And next year we're gon' do the same thing and
[Busta Rhymes (Mystikal):]
Now who you is nigga?
(I'm Mystikal nigga)
(Now who you is nigga?)
I'm Busta Rhymes nigga
Now is they wildin' with us?
(And gettin' rowdy with us?)
Now is they wildin' with us?
(And gettin' rowdy with us?)
Now who you is nigga?
(I'm Mystikal nigga)
(Now who you is nigga?)
I'm Busta Rhymes nigga
Now is they wildin' with us?
(And gettin' rowdy with us?)
Now is they wildin' with us?
(And gettin' rowdy with us?)
[Busta Rhymes:]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Me and my nigga Mystikal make a plan to generate (Hah)
Sufficient amount of funds across many lands (Lands)
Generate the heat the place radiate
When I break shit I drop create a earthquake, yo
Yo, anyway we still double mad figures
And get bigger (Hah) and be the next Super Pie niggas (Niggas)
All over the track with a kick in your back (Hah)
And I be making you black (Hah)
And you ain't fucking with that (Huh)
You other niggas is wack (Hah)
We only deal with the fact (Hoo)
We living fat getting money
With my name on the plaque (Hah)
Then I plot to blow the spot (Hah)
You niggas can't fuck with what I got (Hah)
Nigga please (Please)
Ooh, nigga you don't even need to smoke trees (Trees)
Nigga freeze 'fore I make you feel some of these (These)
Four-five hollow tips spit at your ass (Hah)
You get off the Earth, you faggot, you ain't even in my class
(Yo!)
All my live niggas get over here (Here)
And all my live bitches get with the niggas right there (There)
All you other niggas get in the rear
All you weak funny niggas you better stand clear
Come inside of my storm put on your gear (Gear)
You ain't prepared my nigga better be up outta here
Yo, when we come you know we the one
We only here to get money 'til the whole shit done
[Busta Rhymes (Mystikal):]
Now who you is nigga?
(I'm Mystikal nigga)
(Now who you is nigga?)
I'm Busta Rhymes nigga
Now is they wildin' with us?
(And gettin' rowdy with us?)
Now is they wildin' with us?
(And gettin' rowdy with us?)
Now who you is nigga?
(I'm Mystikal nigga)
(Now who you is nigga?)
I'm Busta Rhymes nigga
Now is they wildin' with us?
(And gettin' rowdy with us?)
Now is they wildin' with us?
(And gettin' rowdy with us?)
(Flipmode wildin', wildin') Yeah
(Yeah, y'all wildin', wildin')
No Limit rowdy, rowdy
Gettin' rowdy, rowdy
(Busta Rhymes wildin', wildin')
(Yeah, you wildin', wildin')
Yeah, Mystikal, rowdy, rowdy
Gettin' rowdy, rowdy
(Flipmode wildin', wildin') Hah
(Yeah, y'all wildin', wildin')
No Limit rowdy, rowdy
Gettin' rowdy, rowdy
(Busta Rhymes wildin', wildin')
(Yeah, you wildin', wildin')
Yeah, Mystikal rowdy, rowdy
You gettin' rowdy, rowdy, what?
Hah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, y-yeah, y-yeah, yeah
Now, yeah, yeah
(Flipmode back in the water)
(What?) Yeah
Yeah, yeah! (Yeah!) Yeah, yeah, yeah! (Yeah!)
What, what?
(Mystikal and Busta Rhymes, yeah)
Busta Rhymes and Mystikal, hah (Wha?)
What, what, wha-what, wha-what, what
(No Limit and the Flipmode)
Flipmode and No Limit, what you talkin' 'bout?
Nigga, what? What, what, what? What? What?
What the fuck nigga?
A-what you want, nigga?
Who you is, nigga?
What, yeah, yeah, y-yeah, y-yeah
A-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha...
Fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck...
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- Busta Rhymes Lyrics
album:
"Extinction Level Event" (1998)
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