Lyrical Breakdown of 7A - 109.1 - What's Happenin' Feat. Busta Rhymes - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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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 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'na 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 fuckin' 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 Then MEF gon' work 'til their ain't any left I'm tryin' get what I'm worth and not a penny less Think fast, bank cash Everybody do it with your stank ass Make you rob somebody, grab somebody Stomp somebody, slap somebody Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party Brooklyn, Shaolin, Queens bridge down to Long Island Bronx, nigga, Manhattan, to each and every hood, what's happening? Yeah, let 'em talk, nigga, come on bust (Aiyo, Meth, let me get at these niggaz) Yeah, ya Now watch me back your shit up, I hope your people pull up And pick up and pack your shit 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 Go head and babble you can watch me patiently waiting Aimin', attackin', instead I'ma let one of my bitches 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 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, grab somebody Stomp somebody, slap somebody Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party Brooklyn, Shaolin, Queens bridge down to Long Island Bronx, nigga, Manhattan to each and every hood, what's happening? Hah, that's the truth, my nigga (Yeah, c, mon, nigga, listen, let me talk) Let me talk, huh, c'mon 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 We here to blackout, follow the story now Just feel my heat, and you know I'm gonna Just keep the street, but nigga did you Know when you about to lose it, my nigga And you know we gon' get real stupid, my niggaz See the police coming, fireman coming Street niggaz ready to riot and start dummin' I love to see it whenever you and your man frontin' Me and Meth'll step to you, quick and smash somethin' 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 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 shit a long time ago I got that shit that make rappers shit 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 rob somebody, grab somebody Stomp somebody, slap somebody Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party Brooklyn, Shaolin, Queens bridge down to Long Island Bronx, nigga, Manhattan to each and every hood, what's happening? Every day, every rotation, come with it, let me talk, come on, hah Aiyo god, yeah, lord? Flip mode, Wu-Tang, nigga, ain't that some shit? That's some shit, actually truthfully, busta-bust, Meth Tical Yeah, yeah, ya, let me know when you wanna do that again, god Shit, we can do that right now, shout out to New Jersey, hahaha, yeah