[Busta Rhymes Talking]
Greatness, yeah, yeah
Aiiyo, turn the beat up a little bit louder
Truck Volume
[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We bout to play a lil` game, match the name with the voice
So when you pick your favorite emcee you makin` the right choice
SO WHO ARE YOU?
[Baby Sham]
Baby Sham, I`m known for the crud
First night pops off with a couple of slugs
[Busta Rhymes]
AND HOW YOU DOIN`?
[Baby Shaman]
You see what I`m workin` wit, it`s beyond rap
Stick to the fact, that chapped lips get convexed
Palm that, look where the arm`s at, nigga need to launch that
Now tell me what the problem be, is that I`m scorching dem
To flood these streets, hot not partially, cock back the toast
Put your heart for free, so what it feels like to hear me crushin` a beat
[Busta Rhymes]
SO WHO ARE YOU?
[Rah Digga]
The illest broad Digga, reppin` Brick City
If I`m lying may the Lord come strike my left tittie
[Busta Rhymes]
AND HOW YOU DOIN`?
[Rah Digga]
Undisputed metaphor rap queen, always cookin` up some shit
Like mom`s a crack fiend, so what`s the word
Strike a nerve when I`m speakin`
Any emcee whether black or white, or Puertorriquen
I`m the big dog, you just a cat stuck in a tree
Not one of y`all cocksuckers fuckin` wit me
[Hook] [Busta Rhymes]
SO WHO ARE WE? (Flipmode)
Got you gaspin` for air, hot shit muthafuckas
Throw your hands in the air
WATCH HOW WE DO IT
How we rep and yo we solemnly swear
To put it down until it`s over and our time is up here
SO WHO ARE YOU?
[Rampage]
Rampage, new tenant, pack big still
Fuck what ya heard, I`m ready to kill
[Busta Rhymes]
AND HOW YOU DOIN`?
[Rampage]
Day criminal, street thug material
Flipmode Imperial, top breakin` officer
Fuck around we warnin` ya, 21 gun salute
6 official conrads, ain`t afraid to shoot
Niggas see us, we got them shakin` in they boots
Flipmode, the streets, bigger than Bayroots
[Busta Rhymes]
SO WHO ARE YOU?
[Spliff Starr]
Yeah, Spliff Starr, cunt-crusher, gun-busta
Hard-to-toucha, one bad muthafucka
[Busta Rhymes]
AND HOW YOU DOIN`?
[Spliff Starr]
Gangsta bitch, deadly like cancerous
I bring it where your parents live, show you what your status is
Steam-boil your cabbages, I can`t take y`all nigaz faggotness
You about to die, show him where his casket is
You wanted beans, I had your hood under siege
Guns get squeezed, and bullets hit your knees
[Busta Rhymes]
SO WHO ARE YOU?
Bus-A-Bus now, somethin` fo` sho`
Keep `em whilin` till somebody`s left a leak on the flo`
AND HOW YOU DOIN`?
We`ve been awaitin` the God, to make an undernovel entry
Controllin` everything in the yard
Rugged like General Custard it seems
How we crush grapefruit, niggaz, and make a mustard out of your team
You know we hotter than the 4th of July
