Iz They Wildin Wit Us & Gettin’ Rowdy Wit Us Lyrics By Busta Rhymes

Artist/Band Name: Busta Rhymes

Album Name: Non-Album Releases

Genre: Hip Hop/Rap

Lyrics To Iz They Wildin Wit Us & Gettin’ Rowdy Wit Us

Yeah, yeah, fix that guitar shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, aye, yo, mystical
Here I go wha, iz they gettin’ rowdy wit us?
Iz they wildin’ wit us? Yeah, yeah

Flipmode nigga, no limit nigga
Flipmode nigga, no limit nigga
Flipmode nigga, yo, yo, yo

Coincide with, yo, boy check out with no lines
On yo boy look out but don’t hide
When you bust it up and keep rhymes

When you walk towards the tape off line
For your boys got instinct rhymes
When you bump between the sixteen lines
When you bowl win the goal bitches scream

Win the goal keep ahead keep it live
Before you go get your tattoo rhymes
For your boy pick a bell in the bathroom
Penalized doing it till he get tired of, ya boy

That shit between me and you, niggas
Then trying to figure out what I say
I give less than a fuck, what you doing over there
Just don’t get in my way

Hear my records
Feel my presence now and forever and until
Stop what you doing and work it, fuck it nice
Just complete it with a licking to the man right there

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Tell you mother fuckers what we came to do
It’s just plain as day but they don’t wanna see
If you don’t wanna fight get the fuck is you’ll be
In the spot working on my beat

Long time I’m having no compromise
I’ma open them up and them I’m dumping them out
I’m keeping it hard so don’t get mad
‘Cause I’m loading ’em up and I’m running ’em out

Hit ’em with the bang then I feel a bang
Take her in the backyard outside leave ’em in a ring
Teach the niggas, not to fuck with us
And next year we gon do the same thing and

Now who you iz, nigga? I’m Mystikal, nigga
Now who you iz, nigga? I’m Busta Rhymes, nigga
Now iz they wildin’ with us and gettin’ rowdy with us?
Now iz they wildin’ with us and gettin’ rowdy with us?

Now who you iz, nigga? I’m Mystikal, nigga
Now who you iz, nigga? I’m Busta Rhymes, nigga
Now iz they wildin’ with us and gettin’ rowdy with us?
Now iz they wildin’ with us and gettin’ rowdy with us?

Me and my nigga, Mystikal make a plan that generate
Sufficient amount of funds across many lands
Generate the heat, the place radiate
When I break shit I drop create a earthquake

Yo, anyway we still double masking
And get the gambit and eat super pie niggas
Niggas all over the track with a kick in your back
I know we making you black and you stay fucking with that

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You my niggas is platinum can you deal with the fact?
Me and the fact getting money, with my name on the plaque
You know how I blow the spot
You niggaz, can’t fuck with what I got, nigga, please

Oh, nigga you don’t need me to smoke trees
Nigga, free fall make you feel some of these
Oh, by hollow tips pinned in your ass
Get off the earth the fact that you even in my class, yo

All my live bitches get over here
And all my live bitches get with the niggas right there
All you other niggas get in the rear
All you weak funny niggas you better stand clear

Come inside of my storm put on your gear
You ain’t up here my nigga better be up outta here
Yo, when we come you know we the one
We only here to get money till the whole shit done

Now who you iz, nigga? I’m Mystikal, nigga
Now who you iz, nigga? I’m Busta Rhymes, nigga
Now iz they wildin’ with us and gettin’ rowdy with us?
Now iz they wildin’ with us and gettin’ rowdy with us?

Now who you iz, nigga? I’m Mystikal, nigga
Now who you iz, nigga? I’m Busta Rhymes, nigga
Now iz they wildin’ with us and gettin’ rowdy with us?
Now iz they wildin’ with us and gettin’ rowdy with us?

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Flip mode wildin’, wildin’, yeah, y’all wildin’, wildin’
No limit rowdy, rowdy, gettin’ rowdy, rowdy
Busta Rhymes wildin’, wildin’, yeah, you wildin’, wildin’
Mystikal rowdy, rowdy, gettin’ rowdy, rowdy

Flip mode wildin’, wildin’, yeah, y’all wildin’, wildin’
No limit rowdy, rowdy, gettin’ rowdy, rowdy
Busta Rhymes wildin’, wildin’, yeah, you wildin’, wildin’
Mystikal rowdy, rowdy, gettin’ rowdy, rowdy

What? Yeah yeah yeah, what? Yeah yeah yeah
What? What?
Mystikal and Busta Rhymes, Busta Rhymes and Mystikal
No limit and flipmode, flipmode and no limit

What you talking ’bout, nigga? What? What? What?
What the fuck, nigga?
What you want, nigga? Who you iz, nigga?
What? Yeah, yeah, yeah, ha ha ha

Billy K. Hicks

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