Lyrics:

shit is about to get real seriousBusta Rhymes, Flipmode Squad, Swizz Beatz, check it out[verse 1]yo it's like tic tac toethe god is back, make bitches say hoeblow shit, roast ya than down in Wacobig foot raps nigga let's make doughpull up to the lot, valet the Range Roveflyer than a motherfucker, all day glowin the club nigga glow in the dark and lay lowbang your head to this shit, while the beat play slowjunior varsity niggas while we play proringside seats we all in the same rowlike a crew of bitches pull up and dodge the ragosand how we dazzle these bitches with how we change flowswe take your slot, how a bitch take halfand rock chains with pieces the size of spacecraftsyou know what I rep, that's Flipmode Squad!!wildin like a thousand niggas up in the wreck yard[CHORUS:]Callin all live niggasBOOYAH!!Callin all live bitchesOOH OOOOH!!Yes I hold a pound for y'allSay what?Busta Rhymes hold it down for y'allGet money!!Callin all live niggasBOOYAH!!Callin all live bitchesOOH OOOOH!!Yes I hold a crown for y'allSay what?Flipmode put it down for y'allYEAH, YEAH!![verse 2]yeah, yo, the empire strikes backshit is official, street niggas fight backthe way we set it off even the bitches might blackraunchy as fuck, even they like it like thatBusta Rhymes in this bitch you know I got another batchmore hotter shit nigga strike another matchbang this shit in your truck, nigga open up the hatchand hold on your jewels before your shit get snatchedbetter lock your doors, slide across the latchbefore we figure out the next vic to cat