Yah-yah-yah, yah, yah
Yah-yah-yah, yah, yah
Yah-yah-yah, yah, yah
Yah-yah-yah, yah, yah
Yah-yah-yah, yah, yah
Yah-yah-yah, yah, yah (ha! Ha!)
Yah-yah-yah, yah, yah (ha! Ha!)
Yah-yah-yah, yah, yah
When I step up in the place, ayo, I step correct
Woo-hah! Got you all in check (ha, ha!)
I got that head-nod shit that make you break your neck
Woo-hah! I got you all in check (ha, ha, ha!)
And you know we come through to wreck the discotheque
Woo-hah! I got you all in check
Throw your hands up in the air, don't ever disrespect
Woo-hah! 'Cause I got you all in check
Busta Rhymes up in the place-ah, true indeed-ah (ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!)
Yes, I catch wreck and that's word on my seed-ah
I'm guaranteed to give you what you need-ah (ha! Ha!)
One blood everybody like Junior Reid-ah (ha! Ha!)
Wake up every mornin', yo, I must succeed-ah
Nationwide ruckus make the world stampede-ah
Yo, Willie mek we roll some weed-ah (ha!)
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! (Ayy!)
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! I got you all in check
I got that head-nod shit that make you break your neck
Woo-hah! 'Cause I got you all in check (ha! Ha!)
And you know we come through to wreck the discotheque
Woo-hah! 'Cause I got you all in check (ha! Ha!)
Throw your hands up in the air and never disrespect
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! 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!)
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 (woo!)
Give me room, give me some space, yo, excuse
When I step up in the place, ayo, I step correct
Woo-hah! 'Cause I got you all in check
I got that head-nod shit that make you break your neck
Woo-hah! 'Cause I got you all in check
And you know we come through to wreck the discotheque
Woo-hah! 'Cause I got you all in check (ha, ha! Ha!)
Throw your hands up in the air and never disrespect
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! Got you all in check
I got that head-nod shit that make you break your neck!
Woo-hah! 'Cause I got you all in check (ha, ha!)
And you know we come through to wreck the discotheque!
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! '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-)
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