What The Fuck You Want! Lyrics

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What The Fuck You Want! Lyrics

Artist Busta Rhymes

Flipmode motherfuckas Flipmode motherfuckas What the fuck you want What the fuck

nigga What you want What the fuck nigga (We gon hit it down like this nigga

what) Check it out I be Testing your fate and wrecking your face Invading your

space And watch the tables turn like you're trading a place I pull stunts like

evil kadeival Me and my people fly like an eagle And blow your entire cathingil

Hurry hurry Don't worry worry Hit y'all with a flurry flurry of jazz Leaving

y'all niggas blurry blurry Brew up some shit like I am cooking for y'all When I

am done then I come looking for y'all (Huh huh hold up hold up) Federal cases

cause nuff bodies end up in medical places In they blood finding them chemical

traces Leaving special investigators going through skeptical phases While we

getting money the decimal changes I was a seven-day affentice apprentice Now I

strike with a vengeance Blowing the door right up off of the hinges This be that

put you out of your misery song And make you ask your man is this the joint he

dissing me on That's when I ask Chorus: What the fuck nigga what you want What

the fuck nigga what you want What the fuck nigga what you want What the fuck

nigga what you want What the fuck nigga what you want What the fuck nigga what

you want What the fuck nigga what you want What the fuck nigga what you want

What the fuck nigga what you want What the fuck nigga what you want What the

fuck nigga Moving your muscle and doing the hustle See nowadays we getting money

like rustle Who really wanna tussle Challenge the super saber in a nigga Blast

the challenger way out of space like Galica nigga Battle star Galactica cross my

diameter nigga Derange your whole circular shape into triangular nigga Yo So

what it was my fault That I had to bring this shit to a screaming halt What you

need to do is open up the vault That's why I make sure that my vest will be on

So when I blast you and your additional stress will be gone Then I sprinkle just

a little bit of salt on your plans And watch your shit shrivel up right in the

palm of my hands I ain't afraid of ya But I thank all of my niggas for saving ya

I was about to take you back To when your mother was making ya Clapping you up

Slapping you up Trapping you up Holding you hostage Duck taping and Saran

wrapping you up Yo First she was sober I smell aroma Put you in a Trans And slip

into an irreversible coma Fuck y'all cubic zirconium niggas it's over Closing in

on all y'all niggas While we're moving in a little closer Then I evaluate and

elaborate Confiscate your shit and dare your ass to retaliate That's when I ask

Chorus (2x):

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