Hoo!
  Yeah it's another one of them marvelous shits
  Yeah, Flipmode, huh, Busta Rhymes shit, yeah
  So remarkable, yeah
  As I say it over and over again
  From song to song, yeah, so remarkable
  Hah, heh, yeah, so remarkable
    [Verse 1]
  Yo, yo, Busta Rhymes the immaculate raw
  Hardcore, riggady raw, lay niggas flat on the floor
  We climb into the back of the four
  Nonchalant flavor fo' sure, Timbs wit a aqua valor
  Flava like you never seen it before
  Ha, holy, sacred, and pure
  Flipmode, be on it fo' sure
  Be incredible to settle the score
  Like a nigga shot you in the face, through the peephole in the door
  From New York, down to Singapore
  Keep you niggas jumpin' around, had the bitches beggin fo' more
  Street niggas, yeah we speak for the poor
  Now we stack cheddar galore, when we shop and buy at the store
  Metaphor like nuclear war
  I warned niggas if you try to bite, shit I'll leave a crack in your jaw
  Take the livest niggas out on a tour
  Make a nigga black in the spot, make you wanna take off a door
    [CHORUS:]
  All my dogs who hustle everyday
  All my dogs who hustle everyday now
  Own a store laundrymat around the way
  And own a store laundrymat around the way now
  We got to get it, YEAH!
  My niggas, all my niggas
  Show Me What You Got for me, what you got for me
  All my niggas what ya got for me
  All my shorties who stay fresh everyday
  All my shorties that stay fresh everyday
  My get money bitches who still hang around the way
  All my get money bitches that chill around the way now
  We got to get it, YEAH! We gotta...
  My bitches, all my bitches, c'mon
  Tell me what you got for me
  What you got for me, all my bitches what you got for me
    [Verse 2]
  Now, yo, we stay packin the toast
  Could give a fuck, bust at a ghost
  And end up on the front of the post
  Niggas know that I be rockin the most
  Fuckin Ethiopian bitches, living in the ivory coast
  Let me drug y'all niggas up wit a dose
  Make you act just like you suppose'
  Watch a nigga playin me close
  Nowadays type of dough that we gross
  I celebrate and throw me a roast
  And get an old face for a host
  We get it hype even when we be calm
  Niggas know my word is my bond
  When we come you know we the bomb
  Hypnotic shit, get you retarded
  Shoulda known it was a bad move
  Fuckin around and gettin me started
  Still whippin in the back of the truck
  So what, not givin a fuck
  In the streets, livin it up
  So what happened to the last nigga bust
  Could give a fuck whoever he was
  Throw them niggas outta the clubs
  Them niggas all, shit turnin me off
  Tie 'em up, makin 'em cough
  Gag 'em in the throat wit a cloff
  After that we go and wild for the night
  Make 'em know the style for the night
  Car low, pile for the night
  You know we always give y'all niggas a blaze
  Black it out and party for days
  Let y'all niggas fuck with the strays
  Fuckin dimes at the end of the days
  Gettin money but it's too late
  Got a nigga stuck in his ways
    [CHORUS]