What It’s All About

Lyrics

[Intro: Busta Rhymes] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Busta Rhymes, Slum Village, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Flipmode Squad, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, check it out, y'all We gon' bounce around like this, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yo [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] First class, full blast Smash everything, women wiggle they ass All my niggas analyze the color contrast Live parallel, bound, shake control amass Hocus pocus, focus Smoke this, watch Busta Rhymes, the dopest Hit y'all niggas with the bomb diagnosis Slum Village hot shit and you know this Nowadays we talk funny and floss money Jiffy shot the whip down when the day's sunny Busta Rhymes and Slum Village will make a pilgrimage From Detroit all the way back to the Brooklyn Bridge Black bats and axe, the crime rhyme, spittin' my max He's spinnin' my wax, now feel it one time Blow your mind, shine, blind all y'all at the same time Regulate shit 'cause I always come to take mine [Chorus] Doin' (What it's all about) Stop (What it's all about) Doin' (What it's all about) Stop [Verse 2: Jay-Dee & Busta Rhymes] It's on now, we worldwide Roots crew, what up? Yo I'm every MC by the name of Jay-Dee Do it (Spell it out, though) Yeah, that's the way it is, nigga, get your money, huh Detroit the Metropolis Superfly, why try? Ain't no stoppin' this shit SV stay on top of this If your not bloppin' this, niggas poppin the **** It's all real (Ain't no props), nah, ain't no props in this, huh Stay in the mix like the Papadopolis, get it? In your doppler, get it? The proper shit SV, Flipmode, you're not stoppin' this shit (My nigga Jay-Dee) [Chorus: T3] Doin' (What it's all about) Stop (What it's all about) Doin' (What it's all about) Stop (What it's all about) Doin' (Yo) [Verse 3: T3] Lies on wax with the extra raps See, the S been doin' this shit since way back Say that, when it comes to rap, we got a knack for that And for that we brag Also, we rap so this loot could stack Grippin' the phat Cadillac with the diamond back If you was to ask me where it's at Said it's all about the cheese and these SV cats On the real, the real Detroit rap Player haters get the actual finesse it lacks See, the words you speak can get you caught in a trap Don't write your own raps, let somebody else do that, that's word up [Chorus] Doin' (What it's all about) Stop (What it's all about) Doin' (What it's all about) Stop (What it's all about) Doin' [Verse 4: Baatin] East McNichols, snakes don't give a fuck Frank Nitti got no pity on these niggas for what My nigga Dane working up the game, he from Earth Show these niggas how you get your money's worth (I'm movin' and I'm movin') I'm movin' in position with my mutual fund I'll take it out in seconds and you don't know how it's done I'm every emcee plus three plus one All around the world giving suckers the runs Call me Bismol with the Pepto shit I guess that you could say that we the ultimate Flipmode Squad and the Slum's the shit Come on everybody, let me see you get down Come on everybody, Motown [Chorus] Stop (What it's all about) Doin' (What it's all about) Stop (What it's all about) Doin' Stop [Post-Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Makin' you bounce My niggas Slum Village makin' you bounce Busta Rhymes, y'all, makin' you bounce It's Flipmode Squad, baby, makin' you bounce Niggas in the world, makin' you bounce All my bitches in the world, you know we're makin' you bounce Yo, yo, ayo, we makin' you bounce Just shake your little ass, girl, makin' you bounce [Outro] Doin' Stop Doin' Stop [Interlude] Them niggas ain't really screwed on too tight, yo I mean, that shit ain't tight, yo Shit ain't screwed on right, I mean First of all, you got a nigga named Jay-Dee I mean, how in the fuck you gon' call yourself Jay-Dee And there's a whole 'nother nigga named JD? I mean, I dunno, are you on the shit or somethin'? Or are you just, tryin' to like Just use his name so niggas can listen to your beats? That's wack And then some nigga, what's his name? Baatin? Blah-tin? I don't know what the fuck his name is Anyway, the nigga sound like Mike G from Jungle Brothers and Q-Tip from Tribe mixed Like, morphed up together Speakin' of Tribe, the niggas' shit, their shit sound like Tribe I mean, their shit ain't tight, yo And if you gon' sound like Tribe, least talk about some positive shit Them niggas always talkin' 'bout bitches Not even girls, just bitches