Whacha Want, Whacha Need (feat. Busta Rhymes)

Featuring busta rhymes
 Mystikal: ugh camera rolling
 Shouldn't a did that
 Me and busta rhymes
 Busta rhymes: busta rhymes and mystikal nigga
 Ha ha ha ha hahahaha
 Mystikal: bitch i'm on a mission
 Not the one to be mixed up from this nigga and that nigga
 Hundred percent full blooded natural rap whipper
 Ass kicker mad spliffer back flipper
 That much colder than the last nigga
 Come from my pops so y'all aint fucking with me
 I come to get down, its time to get down
 I think u chicken bust a cap
 I'm the one mixed with duggery and master p ugh!
 Mystikal and busta rhymes
 Ohh shit the shocker and the guillitine
 Down, now put my gun on fire
 One eight zero zero can't nobody fly
 Like the cotton off your bottem then its gotta be me
 Late at night, lights out, you in a perminent sleep
 Aint many of these niggas coming harder than me
 Flip mode, no limit, who you thought it would be?
 mystikal/busta rhymes(busta rhymes mimics mystikal)
 Wacha want nigga?
 Wacha need nigga?
 We gonna give it to ya
 Untill u bleed nigga
 Now where my live niggas?
 Where my live bitches?
 This for my live niggas
 This for my live bitches
 Now wacha want nigga?
 Wacha need nigga?
 We gonna give it to you
 Untill u bleed nigga
 Now where my live niggas?
 Where my live bitches?
 This for my live niggas
 This for my live bitches
 Busta rhymes:
 Contact we will bomb that
 All i know is they will make a nigga
 We will omb back when we contact
 For better or worse
 Make a niggas heart sweell up and burst
 You know one of my niggas busting shots first
 Bust another shot off into the earth
 Leave a nigga stressed
 Feeling the pain of a women giving child birth
 See now a days everywhere we go we'll carry ya
 Even when we swinging with bitches down at the mariot
 Chickens that will bust back on you and the ferries that
 Waiting for me to marry ya
 Ride up in my chariot
 Sorry but i aint having it
 Thinking u can roll cause you wearing a little glamour and acting all irogant
 Bitch nigga
 Beet it like micheal and fuck up you cycle
 Blast you with my grandfather's rifle
 I'm great to stifle
 Bitch
 Create a crises your paying the prises
 With the devil you was never richeous
 I think i might just, hit you now?
 You know u can fold here, niggas know it aint all there
 Prepare for warfare, niggas is everywhere
 Fuck with my niggas we are double there
 Flip mode nigga you'll find trouble here
 Tipsy and turning, crispy and burning
 Hoping and learning
 You yerning to take hold of a niggas burning
 Reps for every grain of salt from every street corner
 The ones you wanted from brooklyn to the south of the border
 No limit and flip mode in this bitch
 While mystikal and busta rhymes be straight busting your shit
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 I want another side of fries with my poppa's chicken and bisquit
 Take the wall out, fall out
 I'm not playing with these dumb bitches
 What you doing if your riches don't fit ya?
 Ball playing and swinging on a track
 We some big old niggas
 Not some dead old niggas
 Bitch you trying to do something
 I'm gonna get on with ya
 I'm scratchy!
 You can't match
 I'm known for getting nasty
 With my ciggerette ass
 Once i get this fucker started you can't stop
 Oww you done fucked up now
 Mystikal and busta rhymes like dolomite and red fox
 They frightened of the braids, running from the dread lox
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