- Brooklyn, make some noise!
- Flatbush. Children!
- You know what it is! - Brooklyn!
- Check it out! - Check, check it out!
- Let's go! [Lyrics]
Hit you with no delayin so what you sayin yo?
- Yo!
Silly with the nine milli, what the deally yo?
- Hey
- When I be on the mic yes I do my duty yo
Wild up in the club like we wild in the stud-io
You don't wanna violate, baby, really and truly yo
My main thug fella named Julio
- He moody yo
- Type of brotha that'll slap you with the tool-io
- Hey! - Lil scared to death
Act ... yo - X that!
- Look at shorty, she a little cutie yo
The way she shake it make me wanna get all in the booty yo
Top miss, just hit the bangin ... in videos
- Video now
- Whylin with my freak like we up in the freak shows
Hit you with the shh make you feel it all in your toes
- Hey!
- Hot shh got all my people in wet clothes
Stylin my metaphors when I formulate my flows
If you don't know you messing with lyrical player pros
Do you really wanna party with me?
- Come on
Let me see just what you got for me
Put your hands where my eyes can see
- Put your hands up!
- Straight buckwhylin in the place to be
- Put it up now
- If you really wanna party with me
- Yes, y'all
Let me see just what you got for me
- Hey
- Put all your hands where my eyes can see
- Straight buckwhylin in the place to be
- Put it up
- If you really wanna party with me
In God we trust
- Put your hands up!
- Hands up, VMAs! And here we go!
- Hey, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho
Ho ho ho ho ho - [Indistinct]
- Yuh - [Indistinct]
- Yuh - Yo what
- Busta Rhymes - What
- Spliff Star - What
- VMAs - What
- Brooklyn
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
- Oh, let me hear you say
- [Indistinct] - You want to act stupid
- Gun-butt that fool
- When I gots that tool - What
- Run your damn jewels - [Indistinct]
lay you up in your own blood pool
- Say what - Hunt you down
- Down - Run yo ass down
Unleash the hounds Send them dudes
And run yo ass down Stop it
- Fronting like this was a thing of the past
Tattoos over the scars - Left on yo ass
- They may think lopsided But they got cross-sighted
On the subways, rob trains
- Run alongside it, blaow blaow
- You know that we don't play that shh
You want your shh back Pay for that shh
You little costume - Stupid
- Romper room - Stupid
- Get you in the night or early in the afternoon
- Stupid - We taking your whole shh
- While we pass through - Even the shirt off your back
- Run that, too
- At the count of three,
I want to see everybody jumping!
One, two, three, jump! Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what so what so what's the scenario
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what so what so what's the scenario
- As I combine all the juice from the mind
Heel up, wheel up
- Bring it back, come rewind, now
- Powerful impact boom from the cannon
Not bragging, tryna read my mind
- Just imagine now - Vo-cab-u
- Very necessary
- When digging into my library
- Saying - Oh my gosh!
- Oh my gosh!
- Eating Ital Stew like the one Peter Tosh-a
- Uh, uh uh, all over the track man
Uh, pardon me, uh, as I come back
Yeah
- Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
- Put your hands up!
- Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop,
format it
- And the beat goes bam ba bam bam bam
- Hey
- Bam ba bam bam chicka Bam ba bam bam bam
Yo, yo, yo
Get low, Bus, Bus
Who be the King of the Sound?
Busta Bus back to just put a lock on a town
Lot of my people be comin' from miles around
They be comin' 'cause they know how the God
Turn it up
Now you know who holdin the throne
- So gimme the crown
- People salutin' and tryin' to
- Give me a pound
- I don't really mess with you dudes
- You dudes is clown - Makin' the people strippin'
Throw they shh on the ground
Get low Bus
Now that's the way that it goes - Uh-huh
- When we up in the spot, see, be flooded with hoes
- Come on - See, we a make it hot
The chicks will come out their clothes
When they get it, mami already know
- Turn it up
- Shorty wildin' and shorty open, she beastin' it out
For the record, just a second
- I'm freakin' it out
- While she tryin' to touch, see
- I was peepin' it out
- Turned around and was tryin' to put my ...
in her mouth I let her
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it
- A little louder
- Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Get low Bus
- Hey, yo, Bus! - What up, Spliff?
- Let's show the VMAs how East Flatbush, Brooklyn do it, boy!
- Hey yo, VMAs.
Hey yo, VMAs!
Let me show you how to keep the dice rolling
when you doing that thing over there, homie.
[Lyrics] Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ay
Let's go
'Cause I'm feelin' like I'm runnin'
And I'm feelin' like I gotta get away, get away
- Get away
- Better know that I don't and I won't ever stop
'Cause you know I gotta win everyday-day
See, they really really wanna pop me
Just know that you will never flop me
And I know that I can be a little cocky
- No
- You ain't never gonna stop me
Every time I come, a man gotta set it
Then I gotta go, and then I gotta get it
Then I gotta blow, and then I gotta show that
Any little thing a dude think that he be doin'
'Cause it doesn't matter - Damn
Then I'm gonna murder everything and anything
A ba-da-boom, a ba-da-bing, I gotta do a lotta things
That make it clearer to a couple people
That I always win and then I gotta get it again and again
and then again And I be doin' it to death
And now I move a little foul, a brother better call a ref
And everybody know my style and they know that I'm the best
When it come to doing this and I be bangin' on my chest
And I bang in the East and I'm bangin' in the West
And I come to give you more and I will never give you less
You will hear it in the street
or you could read it in the press
Do you really wanna know what's next?
See the way we on and then we all up in the race
And you know we gotta go, don't try to keep up with the pace
And we strugglin' and hustlin' and sendin' in and gettin'
And we always gotta do it, take it to another place
Gotta taste it Grab it
And I gotta cut all through this traffic
Just to be at the top of the throne, better know
I gotta have it Have it
Have it Have it
Don't this hit make my people wanna
- Jump jump
Everybody just jump jump
Don't this hit make my people wanna
- Jump, jump - Don't this haaa
- Jump, jump - Don't this, haaa
- Hit make my people wanna jump jump
Don't this hit make my people wanna jump jump
Everybody now, jump jump
Don't this hit make my people wanna
- Jump jump
- Don't this hit make my people wanna
- Ha!
- Flatbush, stand up!
- Brooklyn! Don't ever forget that!
- We love y'all!