[Busta Rhymes Talking] Greatness, yeah, yeah Aiiyo, turn the beat up a little bit louder Truck Volume
[Busta Rhymes] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah We bout to play a lil´ game, match the name with the voice So when you pick your favorite emcee you makin´ the right choice SO WHO ARE YOU?
[Baby Sham] Baby Sham, I´m known for the crud First night pops off with a couple of slugs
[Busta Rhymes] AND HOW YOU DOIN´?
[Baby Shaman] You see what I´m workin´ wit, it´s beyond rap Stick to the fact, that chapped lips get convexed
Palm that, look where the arm´s at, nigga need to launch that Now tell me what the problem be, is that I´m scorching dem To flood these streets, hot not partially, cock back the toast Put your heart for free, so what it feels like to hear me crushin´ a beat
[Busta Rhymes] SO WHO ARE YOU?
[Rah Digga] The illest broad Digga, reppin´ Brick City If I´m lying may the Lord come strike my left tittie
[Busta Rhymes]
AND HOW YOU DOIN´?
[Rah Digga] Undisputed metaphor rap queen, always cookin´ up some shit Like mom´s a crack fiend, so what´s the word Strike a nerve when I´m speakin´ Any emcee whether black or white, or Puertorriquen I´m the big dog, you just a cat stuck in a tree Not one of y´all cocksuckers fuckin´ wit me
[Hook] [Busta Rhymes] SO WHO ARE WE? (Flipmode) Got you gaspin´ for air, hot shit muthafuckas Throw your hands in the air WATCH HOW WE DO IT How we rep and yo we solemnly swear
To put it down until it´s over and our time is up here SO WHO ARE YOU?
[Rampage] Rampage, new tenant, pack big still Fuck what ya heard, I´m ready to kill
[Busta Rhymes] AND HOW YOU DOIN´?
[Rampage] Day criminal, street thug material Flipmode Imperial, top breakin´ officer Fuck around we warnin´ ya, 21 gun salute 6 official conrads, ain´t afraid to shoot Niggas see us, we got them shakin´ in they boots Flipmode, the streets, bigger than Bayroots
[Busta Rhymes] SO WHO ARE YOU?
[Spliff Starr] Yeah, Spliff Starr, cunt-crusher, gun-busta Hard-to-toucha, one bad muthafucka
[Busta Rhymes] AND HOW YOU DOIN´?
[Spliff Starr] Gangsta bitch, deadly like cancerous I bring it where your parents live, show you what your status is Steam-boil your cabbages, I can´t take y´all nigaz faggotness You about to die, show him where his casket is
You wanted beans, I had your hood under siege Guns get squeezed, and bullets hit your knees
[Busta Rhymes] SO WHO ARE YOU? Bus-A-Bus now, somethin´ fo´ sho´ Keep ´em whilin´ till somebody´s left a leak on the flo´ AND HOW YOU DOIN´? We´ve been awaitin´ the God, to make an undernovel entry Controllin´ everything in the yard Rugged like General Custard it seems How we crush grapefruit, niggaz, and make a mustard out of your team You know we hotter than the 4th of July So sit back and watch the fireworks show light up my name the sky