What's Happenin' (Explicit)

What's Happenin' - Method Man

作詞：Bakshi / Burman / Jordan

作曲：Clifford Smith / T Smith / H. Jordan / Anand Bakshi / Rahul Dev Burman

Aiyo Tical What up fam

You know Busta-Bust had to come see you

God it's good to see you God

Good too see you too God

Let's take the streets for a little ride Okay we ridin' high

Yeah you better light your L smoke your L

And just kiss the sky

Huh And if you ever disrespect the Bust or Meth find their mentor

Yeah I-I-I think the streets been lookin' for this one for a long time

Yeah aiyo Come on

I came to bring the pain more hard to the brain

Tical I'm bustin' that ass again

I burn like acid rain that acid slang

These niggaz try'nna see how I come ash again

Main and evident I'm huntin' yes Meth for president

Be in hell with Dazel and George just for the hell of it

And I ain't yellow kid flows hot as kettle get

Now if you ain't ****in' with that you must be celibate

Spaz Just a little got a sack lookin' fizzle

Little hash in the middle where it at In the middle yup

Mommy if you got a fat ass make it jiggle yup

Put it in my next video shot by Little X

And M-E-F gon' work til their ain't any left

I'm tryin' get what I'm worth and not a penny less

Think fast come on bank cash come on

Everybody do it with your stank ass just come on

Make you rob somebody what grab somebody what

Stomp somebody what slap somebody what

Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi what

Wild out spaz in the club we in the party what

Brooklyn come on Shaolin come on

Queensbridge down to Long Island come on

Bronx nigga come on Manhattan come on

To each and every hood what's happening come on

Yeah let 'em talk nigga come on Bust

Aiyo Meth let me get at these niggaz Yeah

Now watch me back your **** up I hope your people pull up

And pick up and pack your **** up homey it's time to move

While I'm singin' ma do you let relieve you of all of your

Figure seating sketching never believe in your niggaz come on

Go head and babble you can watch me patiently waiting

Aimin' attackin' instead I'mma let one of my *****es slap you

I ain't watch you when your niggaz'll try

To feel a wrath of the un-rudely waking of a sleeping giant

Very defiant once I give you the pressure

And then I apply it and then your breathing is stop and totally quiet sss

Oh

Captain of this ship so call me the pilot

I leave you and your crew to collide with me

Die stomp on a nigga just like a herd of a thousand cattle

That'll travel over your face and frazzle your shit

Shot you worst than a brick and then be torturin' you

And then get the reverend and get to steppin' nigga

This shit'll make you

Rob somebody what grab somebody what

Stomp somebody what slap somebody what

Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi what

Wild out spaz in the club we in the party what

Brooklyn come on Shaolin come on

Queensbridge down to Long Island come on

Bronx nigga come on Manhattan come on

To each and every hood what's happening come on

Haha that's the truth my nigga

Nigga listen listen let me talk Let me talk huh

Can't you see what I got for you now

Shake your big fat ass in front of me now

To all my high bidders to all my live niggaz

Just feel my heat and you know I'm gonna

Just keep the street but nigga did you

Know when you bout to lose it my nigga

See the police coming what Fireman coming what

Street niggaz ready to riot and start dummin' what

I love to see it whenever you and your man frontin' what

Me and Meth'll step to you quick And smash somethin' what

Now who is he Dope M.C. killin these cowards

Wack niggaz get pimp slapped give me some powder

Click-clack one in your back now think about it

Get back runnin' your gap I can't allow it

Well every nigga set it off you know we seeing it through God

The streets be needing niggaz like me and you God

Aiyo I think we're up seen it from here we got a mile yo

Logical we should of done this **** a long time ago

I got that **** that make rappers **** in they shoes

Nasty M.C. I spit flows and spit in they food

Man don't tempt me I'm nothin' like a curious child

I'm simply a boy in the hood with furious childs this shit'll make you

Make you rob somebody what grab somebody what

Stomp somebody what slap somebody what

Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi what

Wild out spaz in the club we in the party what

Brooklyn come on Shaolin come on

Queensbridge down to Long Island come on

Bronx nigga come on Manhattan come on

To each and every hood what's happening come on

Every day every rotation come with it Let me talk come on hah

Aiyo God Yeah lord

Flipmode/Wu-Tang nigga ain't that some shit

That's some **** actually truthfully Busta Bust Meth Tical

Yeah yeah let me know when you wanna do that again God

Shit we can do that right now shout out to New Jersey hahaha yeah