Artist: Method Man f/ Busta Rhymes Album: Tical 0: The Prequel Song: What's Happenin' Typed by: Cno Evil, OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro: Busta Rhymes (Method Man)] Aiyo, Tical? (What up, fam?) You know Busta-Bust had to come see you, God, it's good to see you God (Good too see you too, God) Let's take the streets for a little ride (Okay, we ridin high) Yeah, you better light your L, smoke your L and just (kiss the sky) Huh! And if you ever disrespect the Bust or Meth (find them a die) Yeah, I-I-I think the streets been lookin' for this one for a long time (Yeah, aiyo) Come on! [Method Man] I came to bring the pain, more hard to the brain Tical... I'm bustin that ass again I burn like acid rain, that acid slang These niggaz tryin see how I come ash again Made it evident, I'm huntin, yes, Meth for president Be in hell with gasoline drawers just for the hell of it And I ain't yellow kid, flows hot as kettle get Now if you ain't fuckin with that, you must be celibate Spaz! Just a little, got a sack lookin fizzle Little hash in the middle, where it at? In the middle, yup Mommy if you got a fat ass, make it jiggle, yup Put it in my next video shot by Little X And M-E-F gon' work 'til their ain't any left I'm tryin to get what I'm worth and not a penny less Think fast (come on) bank cash (come on) Everybody do it wit'cha stank ass (just come on) [Chorus: Method Man] + (Busta Rhymes) Make you rob somebody (what?) grab somebody (what?) Stomp somebody (what?) slap somebody (what?) Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi (what?) Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party (what?) Brooklyn (come on!) Shaolin (come on!) Queensbridge down to Long Island (come on!) Bronx, nigga (come on!) Manhattan (come on!) To each and every hood what's happenin? (come on!) [Interlude: Method Man] + (Busta Rhymes) Yeah... let 'em talk, nigga, come on Bust (Aiyo, Meth, let me get at these niggaz) Yeah! [Busta Rhymes] Now watch me back your shit up, I hope your people pull up and pick up and pack your shit up, homey it's time to move While I'm seein right through you let me relieve you all of your fantasies you screamin never believin you niggaz (c'mon!) Go head and babble you can watch me patiently waiting Aimin, attackin, instead I'mma let one of my bitches slap you I invite you and your niggaz to try and feel the wrath of the unruly unawakening of a sleeping giant (Very defiant) Once I give you the pressure And then I apply it and then your breathin is stopped and totally quiet (Shhh) Captain of this ship, so call me the pilot I leave you and your crew to collide with me then I STOMP ON A NIGGA, just like a herd of a thousand cattle that'll travel over your face and frazzle your shit Charlie Horse worse than a brick and then we torturin you And then get the reverend, and get to steppin, nigga! This shit'll make you [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] [Interlude: Method Man] + (Busta Rhymes) Haha, that's the truth... my nigga (Nigga, listen, listen, let me talk) Let me talk! (huh) [Busta Rhymes] (Method Man) {both} Can't you see what I got for you now? (Shake your big fat ass in front of me now) To all my high bidders (to all my live niggaz) {We here to blackout, follow the story now Just feel my heat, and you know I'm gonna Just keep the street, but nigga did you know when you 'bout to lose it, my nigga And you know we gon' get real stupid, my nigga} [Busta Rhymes] See the police coming (what?) Fireman coming (what?) Street niggaz ready to riot and start dumbin (what?) I love to see it whenever you and your man frontin' (what?) Me and Meth'll step to you QUICK! And smash somethin' (what?) [Method Man] Now who is he? Dope MC killin these cowards Wack niggaz get pimp slapped, give me some powder Click-clack, one in your back, now think about it Get back, runnin your yap, I can't allow it! [Busta Rhymes] Well yeah my nigga (set it off) you know we seein it through God The streets be needin niggaz like me and you God (AIYYO!) I think what I'm seein from here we got 'em whylin yo Logical, we should've did this shit a long time ago [Method Man] I got that shit that make rappers shit in they shoes Nasty MC, I spit flows and spit in they food Man don't tempt me, I'm nuttin like a curious child I'm simply a +Boy in the Hood+ with +Furious Styles+ (This shit'll make you) [Chorus] [Outro: Method Man] + (Busta Rhymes) Every day, every rotation, come with it! (Let me talk... come on, hah) (Aiyo God) Yeah, lord? (Flipmode/Wu-Tang, nigga, ain't that some shit?) That's some shit, actually truthfully, Busta Bust! (Meth Tical!) Yeah... (yeah, let me know when you wanna do that again, God) Shit we can do itt right now Shout out to New Jersey, hahaha, yeah!