What's Happenin' Lyrics - Method Man

Aiyo, Tical? 

What up, fam? 

You know Busta-Bust 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 Bust or Meth 

Find their mentor 

Yeah, I-I-I think the streets been lookin' for this one for a long time 

Yeah, aiyo 

Come on! 

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I came to bring the pain, more hard to the brain 

Tical, I'm bustin' that ass again 

I burn like acid rain, that acid slang 

These niggaz try'nna see how I come ash again 

Main and evident, I'm huntin', yes, Meth for president 

Be in hell with Dazel and George just for the hell of it 

And I ain't yellow kid, flows hot as kettle get 

Now if you ain't fuckin' with that, you must be celibate 

Spaz! Just a little, got a sack lookin' fizzle 

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 tryin' get what I'm worth and not a penny less 

Think fast 

(Come on) 

Bank cash 

(Come on) 

Everybody do it with your stank ass 

(Just come on) 

Photos 

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) 

Queens bridge down to Long Island 

(Come on) 

Bronx, nigga 

(Come on) 

Manhattan 

(Come on) 

To each and every hood what's happening? 

(Come on) 

Yeah, let 'em talk, nigga, come on Bust 

(Aiyo, Meth, let me get at these niggaz) 

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 singin', ma, do you let relieve you of all of your 

Figure seating sketching, never believe in your niggaz 

(Come on!) 

Go head and babble you can watch me patiently waiting 

Aimin', attackin', instead I'ma let one of my bitches slap you 

I ain't watch you when your niggaz'll try 

To feel a wrath of the un-rudely waking of a sleeping giant 

(Very defiant) 

Once I give you the pressure 

And then I apply it and then your breathing is stop and totally quiet 

Captain of this ship, so call me the pilot 

I leave you and your crew to collide with me 

Die, stomp on a nigga, just like a herd of a thousand cattle 

That'll travel over your face and frazzle your shit 

Shot you, worst than a brick and then be torturin' you 

And then get the reverend and get to steppin', nigga! 

This shit'll make you 

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) 

Queens bridge down to Long Island 

(Come on) 

Bronx, nigga 

(Come on) 

Manhattan 

(Come on) 

To each and every hood what's happening? 

(Come on) 

Haha, that's the truth, my nigga 

(Nigga, listen, listen, let me talk) 

Let me talk! 

Can't you see what I got for you now? 

Shake your big fat ass in front of me now 

To all my high bidders 

To all my live niggaz 

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 when you bout to lose it, my nigga 

And you know we gon' get real stupid, my nigga 

See the police coming 

(What?) 

Fireman coming 

(What?) 

Street niggaz ready to riot and start dummin' 

(What?) 

I love to see it, whenever you and your man frontin' 

(What?) 

Me and Meth'll step to you, quick! And smash somethin' 

(What?) 

Now who is he? Dope M.C. killin these cowards 

Wack niggaz get pimp slapped, give me some powder 

Click-clack, one in your back, now think about it 

Get back, runnin' your gap, I can't allow it 

Well every nigga 

(Set it off) 

You know we seeing it through God 

The streets be needing niggaz like me and you, God 

Aiyo, I think we're up, seen it from here, we got a mile, yo 

Logical, we should of done this shit a long time ago 

I got that shit that make rappers shit in they shoes 

Nasty M.C., I spit flows and spit in they food 

Man, don't tempt me, I'm nothin' like a curious child 

I'm simply a boy in the hood with furious childs 

(This shit'll make you) 

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) 

Queens bridge down to Long Island 

(Come on) 

Bronx, nigga 

(Come on) 

Manhattan 

(Come on) 

To each and every hood what's happening? 

(Come on) 

Every day, every rotation, come with it! 

Let me talk, come on, hah 

Aiyo God 

Yeah, lord? 

Flipmode, Wu-Tang, nigga, ain't that some shit? 

That's some shit, actually truthfully, Busta Bust! 

Meth Tical! 

Yeah 

Yeah, let me know when you wanna do that again, God 

Shit we can do that right now, shout out to New Jersey, hahaha, yeah!