Busta Rhymes — Get What Im Saying

[Intro: Clinton Sparks] Richmond, Virginia Boston New York City Clinton Sparks [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Don’t get it fucked up pussy, you know how to act And I’m single-handedly carrying New York on my back Now listen up close I continue to boast on these niggas I continue to flow while concealin’ a toast on these niggas And keep a smile up on my face, ‘cause I don’t mean you no harm Focus on my bread huggin’ somethin’ as long as my arm Like a AK or a AR I rip off your limbs As a last resort ‘cause I’m tryna let money live Shit’s so hot up in the street now it’s nicknamed “pressure cooker” Should’ve stayed bangin’ in your trunk, ‘til you put a tear in your woofer Pop the top push your automatic drop and then Cop another strip you could probably hustle that now I’m watchin’ you flop While I focus my aim on you niggas stop watchin’ the dot Stop actin’ like you got some kinda strength you know that you ain’t got Ain’t it beautiful? The way you see me killin’ the street I’m so on fire that I can’t describe the level of my heat [Chorus: Labba, Clinton Sparks] You better get what I’m sayin’ Get what I’m sayin’ Flipmode we ain’t playin’ (Shouts out Seattle) Flipmode we ain’t playin’ (Pittsburgh) Get what I’m sayin’ (Montreal) Get what I’m sayin’ Flipmode we ain’t playin’ (Australia) (Belgium) (Yes we back and we hot) [Verse 2: Labba] Young, black, fat Puffy ass nigga Crime meet king and I came to do some killings I gotta get millions Better yet billions My shoes big enough to fit King Kong in ‘em I got shottas, what’s up poppa? You don’t like me? Well that’s cool In fact, off the fuckin’ head shit, really don’t excite me Welcome to fire town, USA I came to cause a motherfuckin’ pound, clown Wit’ my left hand, ‘cause I am the mans When you come around here, don’t get lost around here ‘cause you gonna meet the doc, that will take away your friends ‘cause Flipmode nigga we winnin’ by landslides [Chorus: Labba] Get what I am sayin’ Get what I am sayin’ Flipmode we ain’t playin’ Flipmode we ain’t playin’ Get what I am sayin’ Flipmode we ain’t playin’ [Verse 3: Spliff Star] You not ready bwoi Shots will cripple ya from the semi then get and have your belly leakin’ all on your street ‘cause he’s a batty bwoi I know your status you faggot step and pop nothin’ or hurt nothin’ on these streets I hope you get what I am sayin’ None to niggas you steady comin’ full steam I got to run and makin’ my money money Them niggas stay bummin’ I stay doin’ higher things, flyin’ in private planes Around the world know my name I got a lotta fame I got a lotta things I got [?] a nigga get a lotta fuckin’ brains I conserve what I got Flipmode we back and we hot You motherfuckers play position don’t get shot on the spot You finna [Chorus: Labba, Clinton Sparks] Get what I am sayin’ Get what I am sayin’ Flipmode we ain’t playin’ Flipmode we ain’t playin’ Get what I am sayin’ (Shouts out Violator) Get what I am sayin’ Flipmode we ain’t playin’ (Interscope Records) Flipmode we ain’t playin’