Busta Rhymes — Betta Stay Up In Your House

[Intro: Busta Rhymes & Curtis Mayfield] Yea, I know it's kinda cold outside Bring your nasty ass inside Play yourself a dark corner motherfucker, yea Eddie you should know better Brother, you know you're wrong [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes & Rah Digga] Come on, can't stop, won't stop, rockin' for you niggas Cause I rep the street like Johnnie Cochran for you niggas And I, got a state gun cockin' for you niggas Twenty-one legal gun shots poppin' for you niggas And I, blow tones, more force than cyclones Shit is on everytime I catch a Ron Jones Thug bitch, rock boots and hoops with rhinestones Got the key to the city and run the crime zone Now come on, take something, shake something, break something Stop, close your shop, you niggas ain't sayin' nothin' Niggas be frontin' and knowin' they ain't really weighin' nothin' Betta stop 'fore we pop and really get to sprayin' something Flood it up whip it up smoke it up blooded up Niggas straight tryin' to brake, I tell 'em shut it up I spit the ill for real, ain't nothin' buttered up Flipmode doin' it everybody love it up [Hook] East coast, what up? West coast, what up? Midwest, what up? Dirty South, what up? All my chickenheads, put it in your mouth It's Flipmode, better stay up in your house All my thugs, what up? Thug bitches, what up? Street niggas, what up? Stack riches, no doubt We got the block locked take another route It's Flipmode, better stay up in your house My niggas HOOK [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes & Rah Digga] Dirtiest, wordiest, Jersey it's Wetter than a mile, I stalk like pedophiles Nobody gets saved when I bless the child Gettin' eight like snapper you too fessed to vow Hold up run on get up come on Ahhooo! And put every single nigga where I'm from on Bitches all in the spot go head and get your fun on Niggas keepin' it movin' go head and get your thug on What on earth possesed y'all to try a lil' Drunk lil' high Big heads in the sky Make niggas straight cry without Mo' and Dry Take it down homeboy got bigger fish to fry Fuck that other nigga Rush that sucker nigga Niggas love the way we sound up on another Digga Hot D but I got another younger brother bigger Digga pass me the Henny so I can take another swigger [Hook] East coast, what up? West coast, what up? Midwest, what up? Dirty South, what up? All my chickenheads, put it in your mouth It's Flipmode, better stay up in your house All my thugs, what up? Thug bitches, what up? Street niggas, what up? Stack riches, no doubt We got the block locked take another route It's Flipmode, better stay up in your house My niggas HOOK [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes & Rah Digga] Switch it up like Ak-Nel while you hit a dry spell Cats like you get no reply on the Skytel Hate y'all raps like Eminem hate Britney Bonafide MC who fuckin' with me? Top niggas better give props nigga 'Fore you get dropped fuck around and get your shit popped nigga Flip-flop niggas, you could really get your shit mopped Or left to lay up in a pit stop nigga Spillin' it feelin' it killin' it come on! The hardest MC don't want flex no more Make it hot everytime I rock, rest assured Shit'll have that who could rock the raw best award, nigga Look it up cook it up shook it up book it up When we rock you shouldn't watch promoters nook it up Raise the level a little you know my niggas took it up In and outta big figgas while me and Digga cook it up [Hook] East coast, what up? West coast, what up? Midwest, what up? Dirty South, what up? All my chickenheads, put it in your mouth It's Flipmode, better stay up in your house All my thugs, what up? Thug bitches, what up? Street niggas, what up? Stack riches, no doubt We got the block locked take another route It's Flipmode, better stay up in your house My niggas HOOK