Busta Rhymes — Touch It Mega Remix

[Hook] Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it [Intro: Busta Rhymes (Lloyd Banks & DMX)] Ay yo Swizz (It ain't over) we done created another epidemic for the streets nigga Just when y'all thought it was safe to poke your head out again, let's go!!! I know you thought we was finished, Flipmode bitch!!! (G-Unit!!!) Yeah! Streetsweepers!!! (REMIX) We Bout' Ta Do It Again!!! (REMIX) We Bout' Ta Do It Again!!! (REMIX) Ay yo just imagine if they cut the lights off in the club [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] (Get low Banks!) Who you know that got a flow this sick Pump shotty nobody can hold his clip Them hoes eyein' they probably on my dick The chocolate would look good in my all white whip (TURN IT UP!!) And you know I stay with the skits so don't even try Kiss yo ass bye bye you be alone in the sky And the first human being now to learn how to fly And I be low in the BM on my way out NY (Get Low Banks!) I know it feels like I been gone for a minute But I'm back, chinchilla ice on with a fitted Everybody talk money, everybody gonna run With that bowl of bread smaller than the arm of a midget (TURN IT UP!!) And you know I'm doin' my thing, it's blue in the ring If you had it like this, you probably do it the same But you won't, cause you broke, all you do is complain After the club, I'ma put a few in the range and let 'em [Hook] x4 [Verse 2: DMX] (Get low X) Anything gets took, it's gon be a breakdown Come through like "Hmmm, what I'm gon' take now?" Whatever the fuck I want, trust me dog It gets ugly even when it comes to the hunt (TURN IT UP!!) Niggas like to stunt, you wanna front I'ma hit you and your man And Ima hit you where you stand (What) Niggas ain't built for nothin' but frontin' Come through, faggots hit the security button (Keep Goin X) Get that do, what that do? How that Do? Fuck you Faggot, I shot at you And what? You and you Mans, but you in your man's truck But your chance is up, not get up (TURN IT UP!!) You know how that shit goes, let that shit go Ain't nothin change, been the same from the get-go (What) Get up out that whip, yo I ain't gon' tell you again Fuck it, say hello to my little friend [Hook] x4 [Verse 3: DMX] (Get low X) Swizz is the monster, X is the beast Fuckin' with Bus, everyday is a feast Stay off the streets, I'm tired of talkin to y'all niggas I'm a stick a fork in y'all niggas (TURN IT UP!!) When I hit 'em man, that truck come get 'em man Fucked up how I did 'em man Ain't no remorse for the corpse, truth is Can't I.D. the body, nigga toothless [Verse 4: Mary J Blige] Maybe you can guess who it is (Uh huh) Mary J. Blige, I'm 'bout to handle my biz (Uh huh) I'm on my grown woman, still I rep for the kids In every hood, and all my peoples doin' a bid (TURN IT UP!!) Now you know who's really the queen, deliver the mail Seven hundred thirty thousand, first week of my sales The haters plot and they watch, lookin' all pale While I'm on a yacht, overseas, doin' my nails (Get low Mary) Well let me show you how we do I gotta thank everyone for copping The Breakthrough Bus' did take one, the remix is take two You love the way we reinventing how we just stay new (TURN IT UP!!) How we selling out them stadiums, arenas and all Only Louis and Gucci, we don't shop at the mall Got you partyin' And dancin' and havin' a ball And you love the way we rapping and how we do it for y'all Go 'head and [Hook]x4 [Verse 5: Ne-Yo] (Get Low Boy) Only for the women in here Like it when I be spanking them and pulling their hair This a freak in your presence, I'm just making it clear And you all know if I wasn't aware (TURN IT UP!!) Get your hands up in the air if you're ready to go Come through your city and I'm running the show To tell the truth I'm a problem if you didn't know Get up right in ya face and holla Ne-Yo! (Get Low Boy) Shawty what you wanna do I ain't got time to deal with your attitude This was designed to put you in the mood I'm trying to do something nasty with you in the the room (TURN IT UP!!) I'm a freaky little brotha with a whole lot of loot Ya boy working with something and I'm kinda cute Watch the way I do it, how I turn it out Guaranteed you'll be trying to put my dick in your mouth [Hook]x4 [Verse 6: Papoose] Pap-oose had to get on this club banger Smack you in your mouth and make you swallow your pulp razor Pop a couple bottles laugh about it wit Bus' later Bare witness I'm the young savior (TURN IT UP!!) I got Staten Island on my pinky, Queens on my thumb dude The Bronx on my middle finger screamin' fuck you Rock ice in Manhattan so there's the ring finger You know I had to keep Brooklyn on the trigger finger (Get low Pap) Five boroughs of death, you don't understand I got New York City in the palm of my hand Now I could make a tight fist and let it crumble ridiculous Or I could smack the world with a New York Nemesis (TURN IT UP!!) I flip the mag and get the clappin', if it happens rip his jacket Split his back and lift his head, I'm gettin' at him Pick up a different mag and then attack him When I grab him triggers blastin' With a passion, get it crackin', the assassin You let 'em [Hook]x4 [Verse 7: Rah Digga] (Get low Digga) See me rollin' up in your hood These jokers screaming damn Rah still be looking good They do they little mack he asking me who I tapped Ain't none of your concern, you a G make it hap' (TURN IT UP!!) When I give a nigga some play he losing his brain Asking me a bunch of questions acting like he my main Wanna stress a bitch out telling me I did change They saying "Damn my bad if you fell for the game" (Get low Digga) Now he sitting there looking stuck He thinking cause he spent a little dough I'm 'gon fuck If money ain't a thing, I'm sayin' let a bitch know Type to empty an account, how far you willin' to go (TURN IT UP!!) Now he hoppin' on the jet, he ain't wasting no time Told me all expense paid anyplace I could find Hit the islands in the winter, tricking all on his dime Ain't a shorty in the world pussy better than mine, they wanna [Hook]x4 [Verse 8: Missy Elliott] (Get low Missy) I'm jinglin' baby, go 'head mami Don't I look charmin', put your lips up on me Kiss it, touch it, good, yes I wish you would (TURN IT UP!!) You like to see me when I dip, baby, dip Don't it look like I got Beyonce's hips Looking like I could be like Nia Long Boy, you smokin' that Cheech and Chong (Get low Missy) Have you ever seen thickness in a thong You can hit it like a game of ping pong If you give me two shots of Patrón Nigga bring it on I might let you take me home (TURN IT UP!!) Now Busta Bus, Misdemeanor in here This year be clear, y'all best beware Fake MC's y'all can't come near I'm Toxic baby like I'm Britney Spears [Hook]x4 [Verse 9: Busta Rhymes] You see me, you love me, the streets declare me God of the hood You niggas is watchin' and wishin' you could Be claimin' the throne the way I got it, lock it mu'fuckers What's good, you tryin' to stop it, I'm wishin' you would (TURN IT UP!!) Cause then I'm glad to hit you with the fact that the God is immortal as spit The way I be doin' historical shit In case you and your niggas act like you ain't know when I'm informin' your click I take your bitch while I'm performin' my shit (Get low Bus) As I was sayin' niggas know I ain't playin' There's no more delayin', I'm comin' and slayin' The street with the heat now turn up the beat until you go deaf I eat a nigga food until ain't nothin' left (TURN IT UP!!) Now the way I'm killin' at this mass like I'm doing for the TV Respect it, you better get to Saluting me when you see me Lloyd Banks, Papoose and Busta Bus, yeah I'm greedy I paint the illest picture for the hood like I do grafitti [Hook}