Hoo yeah it`s another one of them marvelous s**ts
Yeah, flip mode, huh, Busta Rhymes s**t, yeah
So remarkable, yeah
As I say it over and over again
From song to song, yeah, so remarkable
Yeah, so remarkable

Yo, yo, Busta Rhymes the immaculate raw
Hardcore, riggady raw, lay ni**as flat on the floor
We climb into the back of the four
Nonchalant flavor for sure, timbs with a aqua valor
Flavor like you never seen it before, ha, holy, sacred, and pure
Flip mode, be on it for sure, be incredible to settle the score
Like a ni**a shot you in the face, through the peephole in the door
From New York, down to Singapore
Keep you ni**as jumpin` around, had the bitches beggin` for more
Street ni**as, yeah we speak for the poor
Now we stack cheddar galore, when we shop and buy at the store
Metaphor like nuclear war
I warned ni**as if you try to bite, s**t I`ll leave a crack in your jaw
Take the livest ni**as out on a tour
Make a ni**a black in the spot, make you wanna take off a door

All my dogs who hustle everyday
All my dogs who hustle everyday now, yeah
Own a store laundromat around the way
And own a store laundromat around the way now, yeah
We got to get it, yeah
My ni**as, all my ni**as
Show me what you got for me, what you got for me
All my ni**as what you got for me, yeah
All my shorties who stay fresh everyday
All my shorties that stay fresh everyday, yeah
My get money bitches who still hang around the way
All my get money bitches that chill around the way now, yeah
We got to get it, yeah we gotta
My bitches, all my bitches, come on
Tell me what you got for me
What you got for me, all my bitches what you got for me

Now, yo, we stay packin` the toast
Could give a f**k, bust at a ghost
And end up on the front of the post
Ni**as know that I be rockin` the most
F**kin` Ethiopian bitches, livin` in the Ivory Coast
Let me drug y`all ni**as up wit a dose
Make you act just like you suppose`
Watch a ni**a playin` me close
Nowadays type of dough that we gross
I celebrate and throw me a roast
And get an old face for a host
We get it hype even when we be calm
Ni**as know my word is my bond
When we come you know we the bomb
Hypnotic s**t, get you retarded
Shoulda known it was a bad move
F**kin` around and gettin` me started
Still whippin` in the back of the truck, so what, not givin` a f**k
In the streets, livin` it up
So what happened to the last ni**a bust
Could give a f**k whoever he was
Throw them ni**as outta the clubs
Them ni**as all, s**t turnin` me off
Tie `em up, makin `em cough
Gag `em in the throat wit a cloff
After that we go and wild for the night
Make `em know the style for the night
Car low, pile for the night
You know we always give y`all ni**as a blaze
Black it out and party for days
Let y`all ni**as f**k with the strays
F**kin` dimes at the end of the days
Gettin` money but it`s too late
Got a ni**a stuck in his ways

All my dogs who hustle everyday
All my dogs who hustle everyday now, yeah
Own a store laundromat around the way
And own a store laundromat around the way now, yeah
We got to get it, yeah
My ni**as, all my ni**as
Show me what you got for me, what you got for me
All my ni**as what you got for me, yeah
All my shorties who stay fresh everyday
All my shorties that stay fresh everyday, yeah
My get money bitches who still hang around the way
All my get money bitches that chill around the way now, yeah
We got to get it, yeah we gotta
My bitches, all my bitches, come on
Tell me what you got for me
What you got for me, all my bitches what you got for me
Now tell me