Show Me What You Got

Lyrics

[Intro] Huh! Yeah, it's another one of them marvelous shits Yeah, Flipmode, heh (Yeah) Busta Rhymes shit (Yeah) So remarkable, yeah As I say it (Yeah) 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, riggedy-raw, lay niggas flat on the floor Reclinin' in the back of the 4 Nonchalant flavor fo' sure, Timbs with a aqua valour Flavor like you never seen it before Hah, holy, sacred, and pure Flipmode – be on it fo' sure The incredible, to settle the score Like a nigga shot you in the face, through the peephole of 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, buy out the store Metaphor like nuclear war I warned niggas if you try to bite, shit'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 and brawl [Chorus] All my dogs who hustle every day (All my dogs who hustle every day now) And own a store laundromat around the way (And own a store, laundromat around the way now, yeah) We got to get it (Yeah!) (Gotta) 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 (Hah) who stay fresh every day (All my shorties that stay fresh every day, yeah) My get money bitches who still hang around the way (All my get money bitches that chill around the way now, yeah) We got to get it (Yeah!) (We gotta) My bitches (All my bitches, c'mon) Show me what you got for me (What you got for me) (All my bitches, what you got for me, yeah, yeah, yeah) [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, livin' in the Ivory Coast Let me drug y'all niggas up with a dose Make you act just like you supposed Watch a nigga 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 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 off, 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 Niggas 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] All my dogs who hustle every day (All my dogs who hustle every day now, yeah) And own a store, laundromat around the way (And own a store, laundromat around the way now, yeah) We got to get it (We gotta) (Yeah!) My niggas (All my niggas, now) Show me what you got for me (What you got for me, all my niggas, what ya got for me, yeah) (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!) All my shorties who stay fresh every day (All my shorties that stay fresh every day, yeah) My get-money bitches who still hang around the way (All my get money bitches that hang around the way now, yeah) We got to get it (Yeah) (We gotta, hah) 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 now, tell me)