[Busta]
  Baby Sham...
  Rah Digga...
  Spliff Star...
  Flipmode...
  In ya face...
  U wanna battle
  [Spliff Star]
  Yo, Yo, Yo! It's my time to shine and I'm a shine bright
  Terrorize the mic, get the crowd height. Make em want to fight
  You see the ryhmes I construct. The flows I conduct (say what)
  It messed up the body like somebody got buck, Pluck a word
  I laze it down flat like a door mat (get down)
  In every state wherever I toured at.
  ?bliff my spliff nuttin bubble? Da what, Da undesputed
  Counting traps, taking trip out the cacilac.
  Smokin' quan-quan. Chill wit wild chics in the Montreaon
  Cracking da many bar, for the hell. Grap a Avreon
  Mink Spliff, be the illest tailor of my fashion
  The hell what people think. Watch a brother turn platinum
  Chorus:
  [Busta]
  Ya'll people people wanna get down. Ya sucker wanna battle
  A what Ya'll wannna do. Na cha cha cha cha cha
  Ya'll people people wanna get down. Ya sucker wanna battle
  A what Ya'll wannna do. Na cha cha cha cha cha
  Ya'll people people wanna get down. Na cha cha cha cha cha
  Ya sucker wanna battle. Na cha cha cha cha cha
  A what Ya'll wannna do. Na cha cha cha cha cha
  Na cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha
  [Rah Digga]
  Digga, Digga. first name Rahshea
  Sweetest person, had no idea
  Just like that honey flipped three times
  Wit nickles and dime staking ryhmes by the eon
  Situation around the way with my women
  Looking spiffy wit the vendi type linen
  Tote'n herbals, we got papers like staples
  Marla Marples, didn't think I could take you
  Confrontation, now rappers wanna run up
  Trying to flex muscle on a shorty tring to come up (pssss!)
  Ryhmes hotter than concrete statues in Eygpt
  Roll em all out like they parapilegic
  Boy--I got lyrics for the brain
  You faker than them new heads calling me by my nickname
  I shatter a ego quick. I be that chick
  The wrong people gonna be round to see that shhhhhh!
  Chorus
  [Baby Sham]
  Get the royal blue nab (nab), and swing my way (way)
  On some real party type if you hold your way (way)
  I can hold mine. You wanna battle--blow some lines (lines)
  Rocks gleam on the top of my wrist. You want this
  Be the same dude that hop on the pubic splits (ugh)
  Can't hold this jealous cause ya shorty want this
  You lady blacked out in front of my crib. Her man staked out
  On the rare the cloud sh...shut your mouth
  What you chap out the same word. Been on for ?chriz?
  The style got you twist up walk wit face ice grilled up
  Some kat pulled up in a black surburb
  Let me move first so I can pulled my truck to the curb
  Ya moves slow get bashed in from Q.B. to Aspen
  I'm short for reason. You spoke and should have passed that
  Don't ask my age cause the world made me like that
  Blow a whole in this place as soon as my bomb contact
  Chorus
  [still Busta]
  Yeah, Rah Digga, Sliff Star, Baby Sham, Flipmode Squad