This song seemingly tackles the methods of deception those who manipulate others use to get victims to follow their demands, as well as diverting attention away from important issues. They'll also use it as a means to convince people to hate or kill others by pretending acts of terrorism were committed by the enemy when the acts themselves were done by the masters of control to promote discrimination and hate. It also reinforces the idea that these manipulative forces operate in various locations, infiltrating everyday life without detection, and propagate any and everywhere.
In general, it highlights the danger of hidden agendas, manipulation, and distraction, serving as a critique of those who exploit chaos and confusion to control and gain power, depicting a cautionary tale against falling into their traps. It encourages us to question the narratives presented to us and remain vigilant against manipulation in various parts of society.
Ayo, Tical?
What up, fam?
You know Bus-a-Bus had to come see you, God, it's good to see you, God
Good too see you too, God
Let's take the streets for a little ride
Okay, we ridin' high
Yeah, you better light your L, smoke your L, and just kiss the sky
Huh, and if you ever disrespect the Bus' or Meth, bye, dead man, die
Yeah, I, I, I think the streets been lookin' for this one for a long time, God (yeah, yo)
Come on
I came to bring the pain, more hard to the brain (Tical)
I'm bustin' that ass again
I burn like acid rain, that ass is lame
These niggas tryna see how I come? Ask your dame
Ain't it evident I'm hittin' it? (Yes) Meth for President
Be in hell with gasoline drawers just for the hell of it
And I ain't delicate, flows hot as kettle get
Now if you ain't fucking with that, you must be celibate
Spazz, just a little, got a sack we can sizzle
Little hash in the middle, where it at? In the middle, yup
Mommy, if you got a fat ass, make it jiggle, yup
Put it in my next video shot by Little X
And M-E-F gon' work 'til their ain't any left
I'm trying to get what I'm worth and not a penny less
Think fast, (come on) bank cash (come on)
Everybody do it with you stank-ass (Come on)
This shit'll make you rob somebody (what)
Grab somebody (what)
Stomp somebody (what!)
Slap somebody (what)
Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi (what)
Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party (what)
Brooklyn (come on)
Shaolin (come on)
Queensbridge down to Long Island (come on)
Bronx, nigga (come on)
Manhattan (come on)
To each and every hood, what's happenin'? (Come on)
Yeah, real talk, nigga, come on, Bus'
Ayo, Meth, let me get at these niggas
Yeah
Now watch me back your shit up
I hope your people pull up and pick up and pack your shit up
Homie, it's time to move
While I'm seeing right through you let me relieve you all of your
Figures seating screeching, never believing you niggas (come on)
Go head and babble, you can watch me patiently waiting
Aiming, attacking, instead I'ma let one of my bitches slap you
I invite you and your niggas to try and feel the wrath
Of the unruly unawakening of a sleeping giant
(Very defiant) Once I give you the pressure and then I apply it
And then your breathin' is stopped and totally quiet
Captain of this ship so call me the pilot
I leave you and your crew to collide with me then I
Stomp on a nigga, just like a herd of a thousand cattle
That'll travel over your face and frazzle your shit
Chop you worse than a brick and then we torture you
And then get the reverend, and get to steppin', nigga
This shit'll make you rob somebody (what)
Grab somebody (what)
Stomp somebody (what)
Slap somebody (what)
Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi (what)
Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party (what)
Brooklyn (come on)
Shaolin (come on)
Queensbridge down to Long Island (come on)
Bronx, nigga (come on)
Manhattan (come on)
To each and every hood, what's happenin'? (Come on)
That's what truth be, my nigga (yeah, come on)
Niggas, listen, let me talk (let me talk, come on)
Can't you see what I got for you now? (Huh)
Shake your big fat ass in front of me now
To all my high bidders, to all my live niggas
We here to blackout, follow the story now
Just feel my heat, and you know I'm gonna
Just keep the street, but, nigga
Did you know we about to lose it, my nigga?
And you know we gon' get real stupid, my nigga
See the police coming (what)
Fireman coming (what)
Street niggas ready to riot and start dumbing (what)
I love to see it whenever you and your man fronting (what)
Me and Meth'll step to you (quick) and smash something (what)
Now who is he? Dope MC killing these cowards
Wack niggas get pimp slapped, give me some powder
Click-clack, one in your back, now think about it
Get back, running your yap, I can't allow it
Well, yeah, my nigga (set it off)
You know we seeing it through, God
The street be needing niggas like me and you, God (Ayo)
I think what I'm seeing from here we got 'em wildin', yo
Logical, we should've did this shit a long time ago
I got that shit that make rappers shit in they shoes
Nasty MC, I spit flows and spit in they food
Man, don't tempt me, I'm nothing like a curious child
I'm simply a Boy in the Hood with Furious Styles
This shit'll make you rob somebody (what)
Grab somebody (what)
Stomp somebody (what)
Slap somebody (what)
Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi (what)
Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party (what)
Brooklyn (come on)
Shaolin (come on)
Queensbridge down to Long Island (come on)
Bronx, nigga (come on)
Manhattan (come on)
To each and every hood, what's happenin'? (Come on)
Every day, every rotation, come with it (yeah, yeah)
Let me talk, come on
Ayo, God
Yeah, lord
Flipmode, Wu-Tang, nigga
Ain't that some shit?
That's some shit
Abso-truthfully, Bus-a-Bus
Meth-Tical
Yeah (yeah)
Ay, let me know when you wanna do that again, God
Shit, we we can do it right now (yeah)
Shoutout to New Jersey
Yeah
What up, fam?
You know Bus-a-Bus had to come see you, God, it's good to see you, God
Good too see you too, God
Let's take the streets for a little ride
Okay, we ridin' high
Yeah, you better light your L, smoke your L, and just kiss the sky
Huh, and if you ever disrespect the Bus' or Meth, bye, dead man, die
Yeah, I, I, I think the streets been lookin' for this one for a long time, God (yeah, yo)
Come on
I came to bring the pain, more hard to the brain (Tical)
I'm bustin' that ass again
I burn like acid rain, that ass is lame
These niggas tryna see how I come? Ask your dame
Ain't it evident I'm hittin' it? (Yes) Meth for President
Be in hell with gasoline drawers just for the hell of it
And I ain't delicate, flows hot as kettle get
Now if you ain't fucking with that, you must be celibate
Spazz, just a little, got a sack we can sizzle
Little hash in the middle, where it at? In the middle, yup
Mommy, if you got a fat ass, make it jiggle, yup
Put it in my next video shot by Little X
And M-E-F gon' work 'til their ain't any left
I'm trying to get what I'm worth and not a penny less
Think fast, (come on) bank cash (come on)
Everybody do it with you stank-ass (Come on)
This shit'll make you rob somebody (what)
Grab somebody (what)
Stomp somebody (what!)
Slap somebody (what)
Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi (what)
Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party (what)
Brooklyn (come on)
Shaolin (come on)
Queensbridge down to Long Island (come on)
Bronx, nigga (come on)
Manhattan (come on)
To each and every hood, what's happenin'? (Come on)
Yeah, real talk, nigga, come on, Bus'
Ayo, Meth, let me get at these niggas
Yeah
Now watch me back your shit up
I hope your people pull up and pick up and pack your shit up
Homie, it's time to move
While I'm seeing right through you let me relieve you all of your
Figures seating screeching, never believing you niggas (come on)
Go head and babble, you can watch me patiently waiting
Aiming, attacking, instead I'ma let one of my bitches slap you
I invite you and your niggas to try and feel the wrath
Of the unruly unawakening of a sleeping giant
(Very defiant) Once I give you the pressure and then I apply it
And then your breathin' is stopped and totally quiet
Captain of this ship so call me the pilot
I leave you and your crew to collide with me then I
Stomp on a nigga, just like a herd of a thousand cattle
That'll travel over your face and frazzle your shit
Chop you worse than a brick and then we torture you
And then get the reverend, and get to steppin', nigga
This shit'll make you rob somebody (what)
Grab somebody (what)
Stomp somebody (what)
Slap somebody (what)
Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi (what)
Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party (what)
Brooklyn (come on)
Shaolin (come on)
Queensbridge down to Long Island (come on)
Bronx, nigga (come on)
Manhattan (come on)
To each and every hood, what's happenin'? (Come on)
That's what truth be, my nigga (yeah, come on)
Niggas, listen, let me talk (let me talk, come on)
Can't you see what I got for you now? (Huh)
Shake your big fat ass in front of me now
To all my high bidders, to all my live niggas
We here to blackout, follow the story now
Just feel my heat, and you know I'm gonna
Just keep the street, but, nigga
Did you know we about to lose it, my nigga?
And you know we gon' get real stupid, my nigga
See the police coming (what)
Fireman coming (what)
Street niggas ready to riot and start dumbing (what)
I love to see it whenever you and your man fronting (what)
Me and Meth'll step to you (quick) and smash something (what)
Now who is he? Dope MC killing these cowards
Wack niggas get pimp slapped, give me some powder
Click-clack, one in your back, now think about it
Get back, running your yap, I can't allow it
Well, yeah, my nigga (set it off)
You know we seeing it through, God
The street be needing niggas like me and you, God (Ayo)
I think what I'm seeing from here we got 'em wildin', yo
Logical, we should've did this shit a long time ago
I got that shit that make rappers shit in they shoes
Nasty MC, I spit flows and spit in they food
Man, don't tempt me, I'm nothing like a curious child
I'm simply a Boy in the Hood with Furious Styles
This shit'll make you rob somebody (what)
Grab somebody (what)
Stomp somebody (what)
Slap somebody (what)
Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi (what)
Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party (what)
Brooklyn (come on)
Shaolin (come on)
Queensbridge down to Long Island (come on)
Bronx, nigga (come on)
Manhattan (come on)
To each and every hood, what's happenin'? (Come on)
Every day, every rotation, come with it (yeah, yeah)
Let me talk, come on
Ayo, God
Yeah, lord
Flipmode, Wu-Tang, nigga
Ain't that some shit?
That's some shit
Abso-truthfully, Bus-a-Bus
Meth-Tical
Yeah (yeah)
Ay, let me know when you wanna do that again, God
Shit, we we can do it right now (yeah)
Shoutout to New Jersey
Yeah
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