Wuz Up - Busta Rhymes

Let’s give it to 'em

Yo, let’s give it to 'em

Yo, let’s give it to 'em

Busta Bust, let’s give it to 'em

Flipmode, let’s give it to 'em

Check it

Ever felt the fire burn like this (burn like this)

You shocked that I’ve returned like this

Stern like shit’ll make you firm like this

C’mon, while we make the bitches yearn like this

Pearl white shit’ll make the world hype quick

And earl like knowin I’m bonin your girl like this

Act sweet (BOY) nigga we pack heat so (BACK BOY)

Stack money like a Backstreet Boy

Track sheet, never whack, bitches hittin in my back seat

Love my flick up in the Black Beat boy

So move your black feet boy, make bitches bounce to this

Don’t let me have to let the mac speak boy

Track meet boy, hundred meter dash, straight to the trash

You corny rhymin on them whack beats boy (C'MON)

And you know we rock on and on

And make the bitches wanna bounce, all night long and

And to my gettin money niggas keep ballin (c'mon)

You know we bout to take it to the next mornin

Get your big ass on the floor!

You know we goin' do it to ya (alright)

You know we goin' do it to ya (alright)

You know we doin' do it to ya (alright) nigga

Get your big ass on the floor, C’MON!

The Range Ro' and everything you see is paid fo' nigga, c’mon

Change flow and then we lay low

Chase mo' money, fuck I wanna waste dough fo'

Stack peso, big money know my small money

Probably bigger than your WHACK payroll

Money get your hands off of me, dance all night

Break bitches hot and sweaty take your tight pants off for me

So horny, shorty pull your plans off on me

Whylin out, while shorty ditchin her mans off for me

So simple, there go the champagne glass

When your pour, make sure the whole entire thing full

Sinful!

Still shorty puttin the somethin on me

Brushin on me, whylin and feelin and touchin on me

Whatchu play fo'?

(RRAH!) When I hop up in my two do'

Great sex and do it, say no mo' (RRAH!)

Make those, know nigga we got heat big

Block sheets and shit and stay up on the hot street though (RRAH!)

Get high shit (RRAH!) fly bitches runnin the flo'

Hollerin and screamin this my shit!

(RRAH!)

Count that in the amounts that amount to the ceiling

I know you love the way we bounce back nigga

Gimme my ounce back nigga, Flipmode back in the spot

You can run and go announce that nigga, c’mon

Get your big ass on the floor

You know we goin'.