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]