(Busta Rhymes) Yea I’m back to drive you crazy with that hottest sh*t in the streets No if’s, and’s, or maybe’s ***I DO NOT OWN THIS MATERIAL*** Errbody gather around from here to little Haiti Cuz it’s Busta..(Luda)..and (Young Weezy Baby) With Flip Moon and DTP, shit be gettin’ ugly Weezy tell ’em what you rep..(I represent Young Money) Yea I know you got me homie..(Busta, Busta I got you) Real Talk (I’m goin’ in) Get ’em killaaa (Lil Wayne) I’m about to blast off call it rocket science Daddy fat stacks check my pocket science And if ya wanna try it, c’mon and try it You don’t want beef, I’ll put you on a diet I’m comin’ through ya house with them choppas firin’ And all adults die, leave the toddlers cryin’ I’ve been a soldier, never met private ryan Hey welcome to the jungle, and I’m the lion I’m dippin’ in my coupe, with the top behind me I’m not the president, but I see cops behind me Well f*ck ’em, f*ck ’em, f*ck ’em, and they can not stop me So I will be drivin’ like Ricky Bobby It’s my quality like Whitney’s Bobby I’m skatin’ on blades like Sidney Crosby (That’s hot) Sharper than a ginsu shawty You not Beyonce, but I can get you body (Chorus) Now you know what we about to do, we goin’ full throttle Niggas go and toss ya champagne, and throw af*ckin’ bottle Throw it up (you know we got em) Throw it up (you know we got em) Throw it up (you know we got em) Throw it up (you know we got em) (I got ’em..Ludaa) (Ludacris) I throw it up like a cap and tassel I got my rap …