I.C. Y`all

Yeah! [Busta Rhymes] Ha ha ha-hah ha-hah ha, ha-hah ha-hah ha Ha ha Flipmode why'all, whatchu talkin bout? De La why'all, whatchu talkin bout? Whatchu talkin bout? [Dove] Yo, you gettin stomped by the marching band Keep 'em shook like spray cans (it's so hot) It's so hot it'll make your face tan (ooh!) Ace ban rap, the place the wasteland Bit why'all in my mouth, but you taste bland I feel fake niggaz and mince these snake niggaz that hiss but won't bite - false alarm And if it don't +Rockwild+ we fin' to drop a bomb (Word up) +Strong+ grip on a mic like we +Stretch Arm+ I BEEN shine, you been warned and been torn Get smacked for the B.S. you been on Storm bad weather/whether or not you stay scorned For ten years I've baked shit like hot potato Rhymes still drippin like stu-be