We Put It Down for Y’all

Lyrics

[Intro] Shit is about to get real serious Busta Rhymes, Flipmode Squad, Swizz Beatz, check it out [Verse 1] Yo, it's like tic-tac-toe The god is back, make bitches say ho Blow shit worser than down in Waco Bigfoot raps, nigga let's make dough Pull up to the lot, valet the Range Rove' Flyer than a motherfucker, all day glow In the club, nigga, go in the dark and lay low Bang your head to this shit, while the beat play slow Junior varsity niggas while we play pro Ringside seats, we all in the same row Like a crew of bitches pull up in Dodge Durangos And how we dazzle these bitches with how we change flows We take your slot, how a bitch take half And rock chains with pieces the size of spacecrafts You know what I rep, that's (Flipmode Squad) Wildin' like a thousand niggas up in the wreck yard [Chorus] Callin' all live niggas (Boo-yah) Callin' all live bitches (Ooh-ooh) Yes, I hold a crown for y'all (Say what?) Busta Rhymes hold it down for y'all (Get money) Ha, callin' all live niggas (What up?) Callin' all live bitches (Ooh-ooh) Yes, I hold a crown for y'all (Say what?) Flipmode put it down for y'all (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 2] Yeah, yo, the empire strikes back Shit is official, street niggas fight back The way we set it off, even the bitches might black Raunchy as fuck, even they like it like that Busta Rhymes in this bitch, you know I got another batch More hotter shit, nigga, strike another match Bang this shit in your truck, nigga, open up the hatch And hold on your jewels before your shit get snatched Better lock your doors, slide across the latch Before we figure out the next vic' to catch So much lyrics flowin' to throw in a teacup More crack for y'all, we just re-ed up Gutter like a piss test in a pee cup Switch the bounce for the streets, had to change the speed up Raw for the bitches who thick and beefed up Stripper club, big titty bitches, double D cup We all up in the truck, what the fuck, we tree'd up Pure coke for niggas, get skied up Let me bang somethin' hard on your head like Vince Carter And charter jets for my niggas with automatic starters Blow shit regular like the Unabomber Surprise attack you niggas like fuckin' Pearl Harbor Jailhouse raps, let it bang a little harder While I rep for the fam', Busta Rhyme the Godfather [Chorus] Callin' all live niggas (Boo-yah) Callin' all live bitches (Ooh-ooh) Yes, I hold a crown for y'all (Say what?) Busta Rhymes hold it down for y'all (Get money) Ha, callin' all live niggas (What up?) Callin' all live bitches (Ooh-ooh) Yes, I hold a crown for y'all (Say what?) Flipmode put it down for y'all (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, callin' all live niggas (What up?) Callin' all live bitches (Ooh-ooh) Yes, I hold a crown for y'all (Say what?) Busta Rhymes hold it down for y'all (Get money) Ha, callin' all live niggas (What up?) Callin' all live bitches (Ooh-ooh) Yes, I hold a crown for y'all (Say what?) Flipmode put it down for y'all (Yeah, yeah), ha (Yeah) [Outro] So remarkable Classic, rugged nigga music Big truck shit Twenty-inch rims on a Yukon or somethin' A fuckin' Escalade, Navigator