What the f*ck You Want!! lyrics

by

Busta Rhymes


[Intro]
Ha (Ha) Ha (Ha) Ha (Ha) Ha, ha (Huuh!)
Ha! (Ha) Ha, ha (Haha)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah-yeah) Yeah, yeah (Yeah) Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Flipmode motherf*cker) What, what, n*gga, ha, ha, ha, ha
(Flipmode motherf*cker) Ha, yo, yo
(What the f*ck you want, what the f*ck n*gga?) Ha, ha, ha, ha
(What you want, what the f*ck n*gga?) Ha, ha, ha, huh
Yo, yo, yo, y-yo, y-yo, yo
(We gon hit it down like this, n*gga what?)
Check it out (Check it out)

[Verse 1]
I be (Huh), testin' your faith and wreckin' your face, invadin' your space (Hah)
And watch the tables turn like you're tradin' a place (Huh)
I pull stunts like Evel Knievel (Huh), me and my people fly like an eagle
And blow your entire cathedral (Hah), hurry, hurry, don't worry, worry
Hit y'all with a flurry flurry of jabs, leavin' y'all n*ggas blurry blurry (Ah, hah)
Brew up some sh*t like I'm cookin' for y'all (Huh)
When I'm done then I come lookin' for y'all
(Huh, huh, hold up, hold up)
Federal cases (Hah) 'cause nuff bodies end up in medical places
In they blood finding them chemical traces (Hah)
Leavin' special investigators going through skeptical phases
While we gettin' money the decimal changes (Huh)
I was a Seventh Day Adventist apprentice (Hah)
Now I strike with a vengeance
Blowin' the door right up off of the hinges (Waaah!)
This be that, "Put Your Out Your Misery" song
And make you ask your man is this the joint he dissin' me on
(That's when I ask)
[Chorus]
What the f*ck n*gga what you want?
What the f*ck n*gga what you want?
What the f*ck n*gga what you want
What the f*ck n*gga what you want
What the f*ck n*gga what you want
What the f*ck n*gga what you want
What the f*ck n*gga what you want
What the f*ck n*gga what you want
What the f*ck n*gga what you want
What the f*ck n*gga what you want
What the f*ck n*gga

[Verse 2]
Moving your muscle and doin' the hustle
See nowadays we gettin' money like Russell
Who really wanna tussle? Challenge the super saber in a n*gga
Blast the challenger way out of space, like Galaga n*gga
Battle star Galactica, cross my diameter n*gga
Derange your whole circular shape, into triangular n*gga
Yo, so what it was my fault?
That I had to bring this sh*t to a screamin' halt?
What you need to do is open up the vault
That's why I make sure, that my vest'll be on
So when I blast you, and your additional stress'll be gone
Then I sprinkle just a little bit of salt, on your plans
And watch your sh*t shrivel up right in the palm of my hands
I ain't afraid of ya, but I thank all of my n*ggas for saving ya
I was about to take you back, to when your mother was makin' ya
Clappin' you up, slappin' you up, trappin' you up
Holdin' you hostage, duct tapin' and Saran wrappin' you up (Yo)
First she was sober, now I smell the aroma
Put you in a Trans, and slip into an irreversible coma
f*ck y'all cubic zirconium n*ggas, it's over
Closin' in on all y'all n*ggas, while we're movin' in a little closer
Then I evaluate and elaborate, confiscate yo' sh*t
And dare your ass to retaliate
(That's when I ask)
[Chorus]
What the f*ck n*gga what you want?
What the f*ck n*gga what you want?
What the f*ck n*gga what you want?
What the f*ck n*gga what you want?
What the f*ck n*gga what you want?
What the f*ck n*gga what you want?
What the f*ck n*gga what you want?
What the f*ck n*gga what you want?
What the f*ck n*gga what you want?
What the f*ck n*gga what you want?
What the f*ck n*gga what you want?
What the f*ck n*gga what you want?
What the f*ck n*gga what you want?
What the f*ck n*gga what you want?

[Outro]
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh! (Aaaaaaaaah!)
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh! (Aaaaaaaaah!)
Huh, huh, huh, huuuuuuuh! (Aaaaaaaaah!)
f*ck! (f*ck)
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