Whacha Want, Whacha Need lyrics

[Intro: Mystikal & Busta Rhymes]
Ugh camera rolling
Shouldn't a did that
Me and Busta Rhymes
(Busta Rhymes and Mystikal n*gga
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)

[Mystikal]
b*tch I'm on a mission
Not the one to be mixed up from this n*gga and that n*gga
Hundred percent, full blooded natural, rap whipper
Ass kicker, mad spliffer, back flipper
That much colder than the last n*gga
Come from my pops so y'all ain't f*cking with me
I come to get down, its time to get down
I think u chicken bust a cap
I'm the one mixed with Duggery and Master P Ugh!
Mystikal and Busta Rhymes
Ohh sh*t the shocker and the guillitine
Down, now put my gun on fire
One eight zero zero can't nobody fly
Like the cotton off your bottem then its gotta be me
Late at night, lights out, you in a perminent sleep
Ain't many of these n*ggas coming harder than me
Flip Mode, No Limit, who you thought it would be?
[Chorus: Mystikal & Busta Rhymes]
Wacha want n*gga?
Wacha need n*gga?
We gonna give it to ya
Untill u bleed n*gga
Now where my live n*ggas?
Where my live b*tches?
This for my live n*ggas
This for my live b*tches
Now wacha want n*gga?
Wacha need n*gga?
We gonna give it to you
Untill u bleed n*gga
Now where my live n*ggas?
Where my live b*tches?
This for my live n*ggas
This for my live b*tches

[Busta Rhymes]
Contact we will bomb that All I know is they will make a n*gga
We will omb back when we contact For better or worse
Make a n*ggas heart sweell up and burst
You know one of my n*ggas busting shots first
Bust another shot off into the earth
Leave a n*gga stressed Feeling the pain of a women giving child birth See now a days everywhere we go we'll carry ya
Even when we swinging with b*tches down at the Mariot
Chickens that will bust back on you and the ferries that
Waiting for me to marry ya Ride up in my chariot
Sorry but I ain't having it Thinking u can roll cause you wearing a
Little glamour and acting all irogant
b*tch n*gga Beet it like Micheal and f*ck up you cycle
Blast you with my grandfather's rifle
I'm great to stifle
b*tch Create a crises your paying the prises
With the devil you was never richeous
I think i might just, hit you now?
You know u can fold here, n*ggas know it ain't all there
Prepare for warfare, n*ggas is everywhere
f*ck with my n*ggas we are double there
Flip Mode n*gga you'll find trouble here
Tipsy and turning, crispy and burning
Hoping and learning You yerning to take hold of a n*ggas burning
Reps for every grain of salt from every street corner
The ones you wanted from Brooklyn to the south of the border
No Limit and Flip Mode in this b*tch
While Mystikal and Busta Rhymes be straight busting your sh*t
[Chorus]

[Mystikal]
I want another side of fries with my poppa's chicken and bisquit
Take the wall out
Fall out I'm not playing with these dumb b*tches
What you doing if your riches don't fit ya?
Ball playing and
Swinging on a track
We some big old n*ggas
Not some dead old n*ggas
b*tch you trying to do something
I'm gonna get on with ya
I'm scratchy!
You can't match
I'm known for getting nasty
With my ciggerette ass
Once I get this f*cker started you can't stop
Oww you done f*cked up now
Mystikal and Busta Rhymes like Dolomite and Red Fox
They frightened of the braids, running from the dread lox

[Chorus]