Tytuł: Whacha Want, Whacha Need

• Wykonawca: Mystikal
• Wyświetleń: 252

[Mystikal:] Ugh camera rolling
  Shouldn't a did that
  Me and Busta Rhymes
  
  [Busta Rhymes:] Busta Rhymes and Mystikal Nigga
  Ha ha ha ha hahahaha
  
  [Mystikal:] Bitch I'm on a mission
  Not the one to be mixed up from this nigga and that nigga
  Hundred percent, full blooded natural, rap whipper
  Ass kicker, mad spliffer, back flipper
  That much colder than the last nigga
  Come from my pops so y'all aint fucking with me
  I come to get down, its time to get down
  I think u chicken bust a cap
  I'm the one mixed with Duggery and Master P Ugh!
  Mystikal and Busta Rhymes
  Ohh shit the shocker and the guillitine
  Down, now put my gun on fire
  One eight zero zero can't nobody fly
  Like the cotton off your bottem then its gotta be me
  Late at night, lights out, you in a perminent sleep
  Aint many of these niggas coming harder than me
  Flip Mode, No Limit, who you thought it would be?
  
  [Chorus: Mystikal/Busta Rhymes[Busta Rhymes mimics Mystikal]][
  Wacha want nigga?
  Wacha need nigga?
  We gonna give it to ya
  Untill u bleed nigga
  Now where my live niggas?
  Where my live bitches?
  This for my live niggas
  This for my live bitches
  Now wacha want nigga?
  Wacha need nigga?
  We gonna give it to you
  Untill u bleed nigga
  Now where my live niggas?
  Where my live bitches?
  This for my live niggas
  This for my live bitches
  
  [Busta Rhymes:]
  Contact we will bomb that
  All I know is they will make a nigga
  We will omb back when we contact
  For better or worse
  Make a niggas heart sweell up and burst
  You know one of my niggas busting shots first
  Bust another shot off into the earth
  Leave a nigga stressed
  Feeling the pain of a women giving child birth
  See now a days everywhere we go we'll carry ya
  Even when we swinging with bitches down at the Mariot
  Chickens that will bust back on you and the ferries that
  Waiting for me to marry ya
  Ride up in my chariot
  Sorry but I aint having it
  Thinking u can roll cause you wearing a little glamour and acting all irogant
  Bitch Nigga
  Beet it like Micheal and fuck up you cycle
  Blast you with my grandfather's rifle
  I'm great to stifle
  Bitch
  Create a crises your paying the prises
  With the devil you was never richeous
  I think i might just, hit you now?
  You know u can fold here, niggas know it aint all there
  Prepare for warfare, niggas is everywhere
  Fuck with my niggas we are double there
  Flip Mode nigga you'll find trouble here
  Tipsy and turning, crispy and burning
  Hoping and learning
  You yerning to take hold of a niggas burning
  Reps for every grain of salt from every street corner
  The ones you wanted from Brooklyn to the south of the border
  No Limit and Flip Mode in this bitch
  While Mystikal and Busta Rhymes be straight busting your shit
  
  [Chorus 2]
  
  [Mystikal:]
  I want another side of fries with my poppa's chicken and bisquit
  Take the wall out, fall out
  I'm not playing with these dumb bitches
  What you doing if your riches don't fit ya?
  Ball playing and swinging on a track
  We some big old niggas
  Not some dead old niggas
  Bitch you trying to do something
  I'm gonna get on with ya
  I'm scratchy!
  You can't match
  I'm known for getting nasty
  With my ciggerette ass
  Once I get this fucker started you can't stop
  Oww you done fucked up now
  Mystikal and Busta Rhymes like Dolomite and Red Fox
  They frightened of the braids, running from the dread lox
  
  [Chorus 3]