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

Yo, yo, Busta Rhymes the immaculate raw

Hardcore, riggady raw, lay **** flat on the floor

We climbin' in the back of the four

Nonchalant flavor fo' sure, Timbs with 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 **** shot you in the face, through the peephole in the door

From New York, down to Singapore

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

Street ****, yeah we speak for the poor

Now we stack cheddar galore, when we shop and buy at the store

Metaphor like nuclear war

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

Take the livest **** out on a tour

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

All my dogs who hustle every day

(All my dogs who hustle every day now)

Own a store laundromat around the way

(And own a store, laundromat around the way now)

We got to get it, yeah

My **** (All my ****)

Show me what you got for me (What you got for me)

(All my **** what ya got for me?)

All my shorties who stay fresh every day

(All my shorties that stay fresh every day)

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?)

Now, yo, we stay packin' the toast

Could give a fuck, bust at a ghost

And end up on the front of the post

**** know that I be rockin' the most

Fuckin Ethiopian bitches, living in the ivory coast

Let me drug y'all **** up with a dose

Make you act just like you supposed

Watch a **** playin' me close

Nowadays type of dough that we gross

I celebrate and throw me a roast

And get a known face for a host

We get it hype even when we be calm

**** 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 **** bust

Could give a fuck whoever he was

Throw them **** outta the clubs

Them **** soft, shit turnin' me off

Tie 'em up, makin' 'em cough

Gag 'em in the throat with a cloth

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 **** a blaze

Black it out and party for days

Let y'all **** fuck with the strays

Fuckin dimes at the end of the days

Gettin money but it's too late

Got a **** stuck in his ways

All my dogs who hustle every day

(All my dogs who hustle every day now)

Own a store laundromat around the way

(And own a store, laundromat around the way now)

We got to get it, yeah

My ****, (All my **** now)

Show me what you got for me (What you got for me)

(All my **** what ya got for me)

All my shorties who stay fresh every day

All my shorties that stay fresh every day

My get money bitches who still hang around the way

All my get money bitches that hang around the way now

We got to get it (Yeah) (We gotta)

My bitches, (All my bitches now)

Tell me what you got for me

(What you got for me, all my bitches what you got for me?)