Woo Hah!! Got You All In Check

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Mad charged, nigga, now I must proceed-ah Yo, we 'bout to make moves, set speed-ah (ha! Ha!) Peace to Baby Phife, Q-Tip, Ali Shaheed-ah Watch me knock you out like Apollo Creed-ah Body blows bustin' your shit, makin' you bleed Just feed off dynamic flows and take heed-ah (ha! Ha!) Need more information, homeboy, then just read, ay-yah! (Ay!) You can read all about the pure breed-ah (ha! Ha!) Do the bogle dance, man, do the pepperseed-ah When I step up in the place, ayo, I step correct (Woo-hah! Woo-hah!) I got you all in check I got that head-nod shit that make you break your neck (Woo-hah! Woo-hah!) 'Cause I got you all in check (ha! Ha!) And you know we come through to wreck the discotheque (Woo-hah! Woo-hah!) 'Cause I got you all in check (ha! Ha!) Throw your hands up in the air and never disrespect (Woo-hah! Woo-hah!) 'Cause I got you all in check How dare you ever try to step on my suede shoes? (Ha!) Top Gun shut down your firm like Tom Cruise Please, let me get down and blow a fuse Actin' fools, breakin' shit down to molecules (ha!) Yo, let me hit you with my ill street blues (ha!) Busta Rhymes always headlines the street news (Woo-hah! Woo-hah!) Hey, baby girl, don't be confused (hey) Sail my seven seas and enjoy my boat cruise I know you really wanna know who's (ha! Ha!) Comin' through leavin' blunt stains and residues Sorry, homeboy, but your flow sound used Got to pay your dues, baby, you know the rules (ha!) Whenever I travel the world, I landcruise (ha!) If you choose to fuck around, you get bruised Now I got you gassed on super unleaded fuels (whoo!) Give me room, give me some space, yo, excuse When I step up in the place, ayo, I step correct (Woo-hah! Woo-hah!) 'Cause I got you all in check I got that head-nod shit that make you break your neck (Woo-hah! Woo-hah!) 'Cause I got you all in check And you know we come through to wreck the discotheque (Woo-hah! Woo-hah!) 'Cause I got you all in check (ha, ha! Ha!) Throw your hands up in the air and never disrespect (Woo-hah! Woo-hah!) 'Cause I got you all in check (ha! Ha! Ha!) (Yah-yah-yah, yah, yah) you now rockin' with the best (Yah-yah-yah, yah, yah) Busta Rhymes comin' through from the Flipmode Squad (Yah-yah-yah, yah, yah) Boy Scout's who I be (Yah-yah-yah, yah, yah) straight to your dome, we comin' straight to your dome (Yah-yah-yah, yah, yah) bringin' all new ruckus to all you rap motherfuckers (Yah-yah-yah, yah, yah) uh! Boy Scout's who I be (Yah-yah-yah, yah, yah) Flipmode is the squidad (Yah-yah-yah, yah, yah) Busta Rhymes, break it down like this, ugh! Yo, which motherfucker stole my flow? Eeny, meeny, miney, moe (ha!) Throw them type of niggas right out my window (ha!) Blast your ass, hit you with a direct blow (ha!) Bohh! Comin' through like G.I. Joe (ha!) Star Wars movin' ill like Han Solo Make you bounce around like this was calypso (ha, ha!) Always shine, 'cause I got the Hi-Pro Glow (ha, ha!) You think that you can hide, you think you can lay low (ha!) Roll up on your ass like Hawaii 5-0 Macked out with my dreads and my Kangol (ha!) Forget the Moët, nigga, just pass the Cisco (ha! Ha!) Yo, take a trip down to Mexico (hey) Come back with that shit that might make you psycho (ha, ha!) Maximum frequencies through your stereo (ha, ha!) Sorry this is it but, homeboy, I got to go (hey!) Yo, when I step up in the place, ayo, I step correct! (Woo-hah! Woo-hah!) Got you all in check I got that head-nod shit that make you break your neck! (Woo-hah! Woo-hah!) 'Cause I got you all in check (ha, ha!) And you know we come through to wreck the discotheque! (Woo-hah! Woo-hah!) 'Cause I got you all in check (ha, ha, ha-ha-ha!) Throw your hands up in the air and never disrespect! (Woo-hah! Woo-hah!) 'Cause I got you all in check (ha, ha-ha, ha!) Hey, hey, hey, ho, hey (all in check) Yo-yo, hey (Flipmode is the squad, hey, got you all in check) Yo-oh, hey, ho, hey (Flipmode is the squad, hey, got you all in check) Hey (Flipmode is the squad, hey, got you all in check) Ho, hey (Flipmode is the squad, Boy Scout, you all in check) Yo-yo, hey (Flipmode is the squad, Scout, you all in check) Yo-oh, hey, ho, hey (for the 1995, yo, got you all in check) Hey (the Boy Scout, yo, got you all in check) (Busta Rhymes in the-)