Show Me What You Got

Hoo!

Yeah it's another one of them marvelous shits

Yeah, Flipmode, huh, Busta Rhymes shit, yeah

So remarkable, yeah

As I say it over and over again

From song to song, yeah, so remarkable

Hah, heh, yeah, so remarkable

[Verse 1]

Yo, yo, Busta Rhymes the immaculate raw

Hardcore, riggady raw, lay niggas flat on the floor

We climb into the back of the four

Nonchalant flavor fo' sure, Timbs wit a aqua valor

Flava like you never seen it before

Ha, holy, sacred, and pure

Flipmode, be on it fo' sure

Be incredible to settle the score

Like a nigga shot you in the face, through the peephole in the door

From New York, down to Singapore

Keep you niggas jumpin' around, had the bitches beggin fo' more

Street niggas, 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 niggas if you try to bite, shit I'll leave a crack in your jaw

Take the livest niggas out on a tour

Make a nigga black in the spot, make you wanna take off a door

[CHORUS:]

All my dogs who hustle everyday

All my dogs who hustle everyday now

Own a store laundrymat around the way

And own a store laundrymat around the way now

We got to get it, YEAH!

My niggas, all my niggas

Show Me What You Got for me, what you got for me

All my niggas what ya got for me

All my shorties who stay fresh everyday

All my shorties that stay fresh everyday

My get money bitches who still hang around the way

All my get money bitches that chill around the way now

We got to get it, YEAH! We gotta...

My bitches, all my bitches, c'mon

Tell me what you got for me

What you got for me, all my bitches what you got for me

[Verse 2]

Now, yo, we stay packin the toast

Could give a fuck, bust at a ghost

And end up on the front of the post

Niggas know that I be rockin the most

Fuckin Ethiopian bitches, living in the ivory coast

Let me drug y'all niggas up wit a dose

Make you act just like you suppose'

Watch a nigga 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

Niggas know my word is my bond

When we come you know we the bomb

Hypnotic shit, get you retarded

Shoulda known it was a bad move

Fuckin around and gettin me started

Still whippin in the back of the truck

So what, not givin a fuck

In the streets, livin it up

So what happened to the last nigga bust

Could give a fuck whoever he was

Throw them niggas outta the clubs

Them niggas all, shit 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 niggas a blaze

Black it out and party for days

Let y'all niggas fuck with the strays

Fuckin dimes at the end of the days

Gettin money but it's too late

Got a nigga stuck in his ways

[CHORUS]