Word up, Busta Bus, my motherfuckin nigga, man. (Bus) Yeah, this one nigga
  right there
  
  [Noreaga]
  
  What, what, yo, you know Nore, type a nigga stay real trump
  I ain't the type to fight a nigga, just blaze you up
  What the fuck? All you niggaz wanna say what, what
  While you half way thugs sound a half way what
  If you ain't with Busta Bus then shut the fuck up
  Niggaz is snakes, in other words just like jakes
  Yo, I sell raps, used to sell crack on crates
  Its like a stock that shot, oh look what it dropped
  Yo, I hate to have to send my niggaz all in you spot
  Like Spliff Star
  Shootin right all in your car
  Busta Bus plug the engine, with bananas
  Even if they lose, its like we still got cameras
  We play the game like the movie, smoke Lucy
  B.I.G. gone, but my favorite song still Juicy
  
  [Busta Rhymes]
  
  Yo, ya-yo, yo closed caption, son don't even know what's happenin
  Before the second thought, make you feel the wrath of my clappin
  (Boom!) Fire flashin, two holes up in your head matchin
  Dope fiend in the corner, itch from eight scars scratchin
  (Huh) We make the nutta butta, thick creamy shit from the gutter
  Paranoid these niggaz, flip and make they heartbeat flutter
  You's a sucker, (ha) lace you up with my box-cutter
  Your mother love your other son like you ain't even his brother
  Pussy nigga, I flip up to the max on you, nigga
  Pose the violent threat immediately, black on you nigga
  Sky maskin', fuck whatever question you askin
  Busta Rhyme and Nore connect on the train, we attachin
  Hold your corner, violatin 'cross the border (huh)
  Try to catch my jewel, spyin with your tape recorder
  Fuck is wrong with you?! Don't you know we raw till the end?
  Battlefield shit, Flipmode Squad, CNN
  
  Chorus: Busta Rhymes (Noreaga)
  
  Busta Rymes (What, what!) Noreaga (What, what!) Flipmode (What, what!)
  Thugged Out (What, what!) Spliff Star (What, what!) Busta Rhymes (What, what!)
  Noreaga (What, what!) Thugged Out (What, what!) Flipmode (What, what!)
  Busta Rhymes (What, what!) Noreaga (What, what!) Thugged Out (What, what)
  Spliff Star (What, what!) Flipmode (What, what!) Busta Rhymes (What, what!)
  Noreaga (What, what!)
  
  [Maze]
  
  (What, what) Yo, it's the same as any, in this game you wanna lose
  Jump out the Ac, run up with the Uz', don't move Magically Maze
  Lyrically invade like a SWAT raid, top grade rockin wallaby suede
  I'm always coppin, poppin, three in the air
  For my niggaz not here
  Locked in Whitney, tipsies
  Specifically, and twist me when its Cristy
  
  [Noreaga]
  
  Let me go again, make sure the shits soakin
  Thugged Out and Flipmode is like next of kin
  Yo, we do what up, sendin em niggaz that will screw it up
  What! Handle your business, God, even if ?Kalu? what up
  I rock Clarks, on and off, like John Starks
  What? Shoot at your face, God, aim at your heart
  Yo, from Indiana to Atlanta, God we got this
  Jose Luis, thugs just put me in the hotlist
  I rip shows, but never gotta go at hoes
  Stay travellin, playin click, just stay froze
  I got the left arm, stay in the game like Montan'
  My thug charm is everywhere now, dot com
  Hear me anytime, you can access it
  W dot Nore, yo, suck my dick
  Peep me with Akinyele, yo, fuckin for free
  On some thug shit, my thugs stay fuckin with me
  What!
  
  [Spliff Star]
  
  Yo, every battle
  Nigga I got your gat, so let me splatter
  Into smithereens
  Throw some bullets in his jeans
  Another thug story, I bust my gun for Nore
  Snap a nigga neck, now the law lookin for me
  I'm thugged out, bugged out, blow your fucking mug out
  No di-doubt, I see you can't eat what you dish out
  Watch, I reach in your soul, nigga and pull the bitch out
  Watch my tech rise, feel the shells that it spit out
  I'm warning you, send twenty niggaz deep to corner you
  Dressed in black
  From Brook' to I-raq
  Blastin Mack 10's, I be killin ya Benz
  Live coverage at ten, on CNN
  
  Chorus *order differs slightly*
  
  What,what!
  
  *Sample to end*