Watcha Want, Watha Need Songtext

Ugh camera rollingShouldn't a did thatMe and Busta Rhymes[Busta Rhymes:] Busta Rhymes and Mystikal NiggaHa ha ha ha hahahaha[Mystikal:] Bitch I'm on a missionNot the one to be mixed up from this nigga and that niggaHundred percent, full blooded natural, rap whipperAss kicker, mad spliffer, back flipperThat much colder than the last niggaCome from my pops so y'all aint fucking with meI come to get down, its time to get downI think u chicken bust a capI'm the one mixed with Duggery and Master P Ugh!Mystikal and Busta RhymesOhh shit the shocker and the guillitineDown, now put my gun on fireOne eight zero zero can't nobody flyLike the cotton off your bottem then its gotta be meLate at night, lights out, you in a perminent sleepAint many of these niggas coming harder than meFlip Mode, No Limit, who you thought it would be?[Chorus: Mystikal/Busta Rhymes[Busta Rhymes mimics Mystikal]][Wacha want nigga?Wacha need nigga?We gonna give it to yaUntill u bleed niggaNow where my live niggas?Where my live bitches?This for my live niggasThis for my live bitchesNow wacha want nigga?Wacha need nigga?We gonna give it to youUntill u bleed niggaNow where my live niggas?Where my live bitches?This for my live niggasThis for my liv ebitches[Busta Rhymes:]Contact we will bomb thatAll I know is they will make a niggaWe will omb back when we contactFor better or worseMake a niggas heart sweell up and burstYou know one of my niggas busting shots firstBust another shot off into the earthLeave a nigga stressedFeeling the pain of a women giving child birthSee now a days everywhere we go we'll carry yaEven when we swinging with bitches down at the MariotChickens that will bust back on you and the ferries thatWaiting for me to marry yaRide up in my chariotSorry but I aint having itThinking u can roll cause you wearing a little glamour and acting all irogantBitch NiggaBeet it like Micheal and fuck up you cycleBlast you with my grandfather's rifleI'm great to stifleBitchCreate a crises your paying the prisesWith the devil you was never richeousI think i might just, hit you now?You know u can fold here, niggas know it aint all therePrepare for warfare, niggas is everywhereFuck with my niggas we are double thereFlip Mode nigga you'll find trouble hereTipsy and turning, crispy and burningHoping and learningYou yerning to take hold of a niggas burningReps for every grain of salt from every street cornerThe ones you wanted from Brooklyn to the south of the borderNo Limit and Flip Mode in this bitchWhile Mystikal and Busta Rhymes be straight busting your shit[Chorus 2][Mystikal:]I want another side of fries with my poppa's chicken and bisquitTake the wall out, fall outI'm not playing with these dumb bitchesWhat you doing if your riches don't fit ya?Ball playing and swinging on a trackWe some big old niggasNot some dead old niggasBitch you trying to do somethingI'm gonna get on with yaI'm scratchy!You can't matchI'm known for getting nastyWith my ciggerette assOnce I get this fucker started you can't stopOww you done fucked up nowMystikal and Busta Rhymes like Dolomite and Red FoxThey frightened of the braids, running from the dread lox