What The Fuck You Want?! Lyrics - E.l.e. (extinction Level Event): The Final World Front - Busta Rhymes

Flipmode motherfuckas, flipmode motherfuckas 

What the fuck you want! 

What the fuck, nigga, what you want? 

What the fuck, nigga? 

We gon' hit it down like this, nigga, what? 

Check it out 

I be testing your fate and wrecking your face 

Invading your space and watch the tables turn 

Like you're trading a place 

I pull stunts like Evil Knievel 

Me and my people fly like an eagle 

And blow your entire cathedral 

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Hurry hurry, don't worry, worry 

Hit y'all with a flurry, flurry of jazz 

Leaving y'all niggas blurry, blurry 

Brew up some shit like I'm cooking for y'all 

When I'm done, then I come looking for y'all 

Hold up, hold up 

Federal cases cause nuff bodies end up in medical places 

In they blood, finding them chemical traces 

Leaving special investigators going through skeptical phases 

While we getting money, the decimal changes 

I was a seven-day apprentice apprentice 

Now I strike with a vengeance 

Blowing the door right up off of the hinges 

This be that put you out of your misery song 

And make you ask your man 

Is this the joint he dissing me on? 

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That's when I ask 

What the fuck, nigga, what you want? 

What the fuck, nigga, what you want? 

What the fuck, nigga, what you want? 

What the fuck, nigga, what you want? 

What the fuck, nigga, what you want? 

What the fuck, nigga, what you want? 

What the fuck, nigga, what you want? 

What the fuck, nigga, what you want? 

What the fuck, nigga, what you want? 

What the fuck, nigga, what you want? 

What the fuck, nigga? 

Moving your muscle and doing the hustle 

See nowadays, we getting money like rustle 

Who really wanna tussle? 

Challenge the super saber in a nigga 

Blast the challenger way out of space like Gallager, nigga 

Battlestar Galactica cross my diameter, nigga 

Derange your whole circular shape into triangular, nigga 

Yo, so what it was my fault 

That I had to bring this shit to a screaming halt 

What you need to do is open up the vault 

That's why I make sure that my vest will be on 

So when I blast, you and your additional stress will be gone 

Then I sprinkle just a little bit of salt on your plans 

And watch your shit shrivel up right in the palm of my hands 

I ain't afraid of ya but I thank all of my niggas for saving ya 

I was about to take you back to when your mother was making ya 

Clapping you up, slapping you up, trapping you up 

Holding you hostage, duck taping and Saran wrapping you up 

Yo, first she was sober, now I smell the aroma 

Put you in a trance and slip into an irreversible coma 

Fuck y'all cubic Zirconium niggas, it's over 

Closing in on all y'all niggas while we're moving in a little closer 

Then I evaluate and elaborate, confiscate your shit 

And dare your ass to retaliate 

That's when I ask 

What the fuck, nigga, what you want? 

What the fuck, nigga, what you want? 

What the fuck, nigga, what you want? 

What the fuck, nigga, what you want? 

What the fuck, nigga, what you want? 

What the fuck, nigga, what you want? 

What the fuck, nigga, what you want? 

What the fuck, nigga, what you want? 

What the fuck, nigga, what you want? 

What the fuck, nigga, what you want? 

What the fuck, nigga, what you want? 

What the fuck, nigga, what you want? 

What the fuck, nigga, what you want? 

What the fuck, nigga, what you want? 

What the fuck, nigga, what you want? 

Fuck!