[Record Scratch]
[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, yeah- Drukenstyle `99- Busta Rhymes- I smoke blunts though, but I
get drunk with the Drunkenstyle `99 shit- Flipmode Squad, check it out.
Ayyo, extreme force of course- Time to floss
straight to The Source- Nigga, ya lost- Who be the boss?
Busta Rhymes, nigga, ya soft- Makin` ya cough,
turnin` ya ass off- Bounce to my loft, let me show off
more shit niggas can`t fuck wit`- The raw hit
Split your dome quick- Bitches lust my ice bracelet
Quick, baby, recite it- Ya like it
*Fucked* you in the right place with my night stick
I be the S-500, V-8, drop suspension,
customized twenty inch rim, chip inside the fuel injection
Pay attention to this lesson before I mention
Experience the Flipmode lyrical apprehension
I`m in the zone, hang up the cell phone
Rock stupid ice- Bitch started romancin` my stones
More style I`ve ever shown, holdin` my own
Don`t let me catch you alone `fore I hit you wit` the full blown!
Bust Rhymes like that, kick you in your back
Mothafucka, it`s goin` down like that
Drunkenstyle `99 shit
(Whistle blowing)
Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo
Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo
Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo
Ayyo, Drunkenstyle `99
Ayyo, one million and one times
We floss, fuck wit` these bitches wit` money on my mind
Rock coyote furs, displayin` Frank Mueller watches
Get in the waistline, the nozzle way down in my crotches
Open the jewelery boxes- Select ice wit` such a shine
Look at the sky, see little movin` color blotches
Supreme niggas, controllin` the scene niggas
Your crew funny-lookin` like Mr- Bean, nigga!
Bitch slap a bitch nigga, fall on the ground
and you apply- We identified what your little bitch sound
Ehhh! Ehhh! Niggas is cryin` like a faggot`s ass beaten
We catch pics and wild wit` they money for the weekend
Raise the stakes, my nigga, fuck the contemplatin`
Who be regulatin` shit, we controllin` the situation
Take your paper and bounce, niggas ain`t sayin` nothin`
Then I stop, stare in ya face and dare ya to say somethin`
Busta Rhymes, Flipmode Squad,
straight smokin` blunts consistantly
Drunkenstyle `99 shit, Flipmode Squad,
authentic street corner hip-hop, nigga
But the problem is Extinction Level Event shit
Bouncin` like satellites in orbit
Stay seein` all you funny-ass niggas at every-ass angle
Mothafucka, tryin` to move like you creepin` up on somethin`
Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo
Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo
Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo
Ayyo, Drunkenstyle `99
Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo
Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo
Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo
Ayyo, Drunkenstyle `99
[Mad Skillz on a telephone]
Yo, this Mad Skillz, you-know-what-I`m-sayin`? When I ain`t endin` out
end M.C.`s careers real quick, I`m checkin` out my man Drunken Master,
you-know-what-I`m-sayin`? You know how we get down
And if you don`t know we don`t speak,
so watch you favorite beacon freak when my shit hits the streets
I`m unslept on like pissy sheets
I got lines and rhymes that raise minds like Einstein out his sleep
Fuck a heat- Nigga, I`m MC squared
Rhyme style rare and I`ll choke yo` ass like E in Hair
Not to be compared to you or that nigga over there
I`ma evacuate more rapid then a prison bomb scare- Aiiight?
Ya betta open up ya eyes and peep the real before I jump out this joint.
