Whacha want, whacha need

Whacha want, whacha need Lyrics

Whacha Want, Whacha Need
f/ Busta Rhymes

Mystikal: Ugh camera rolling
Shouldn't a did that 
Me and Busta Rhymes

Busta Rhymes:Busta Rhymes and Mystikal Nigga
Ha ha ha ha hahahaha

Mystikal: b**ch I'm on a mission
Not the one to be mixed up from this nigga and that nigga
Hundred percent, full blooded natural, rap whipper
Ass kicker, mad spliffer, back flipper
That much colder than the last nigga
Come from my pops so y'all aint f**king with me
I come to get down, its time to get down 
I think u chicken bust a cap
I'm the one mixed with Duggery and Master P Ugh!
Mystikal and Busta Rhymes
Ohh sh*t the shocker and the guillitine
Down, now put my gun on fire
One eight zero zero can't nobody fly
Like the cotton off your bottem then its gotta be me
Late at night, lights out, you in a perminent sleep
Aint many of these niggas coming harder than me 
Flip 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 ya
Untill u bleed nigga
Now where my live niggas?
Where my live b**ches?
This for my live niggas
This for my live b**ches
Now wacha want nigga?
Wacha need nigga?
We gonna give it to you
Untill u bleed nigga
Now where my live niggas?
Where my live b**ches?
This for my live niggas
This for my live b**ches

Busta Rhymes:
Contact we will bomb that
All I know is they will make a nigga 
We will omb back when we contact
For better or worse
Make a niggas heart sweell up and burst
You know one of my niggas busting shots first
Bust another shot off into the earth
Leave a nigga stressed 
Feeling the pain of a women giving child birth
See now a days everywhere we go we'll carry ya
Even when we swinging with b**ches down at the Mariot
Chickens that will bust back on you and the ferries that
Waiting for me to marry ya
Ride up in my chariot
Sorry but I aint having it
Thinking u can roll cause you wearing a little glamour and acting all irogant 
b**ch Nigga
Beet it like Micheal and f**k up you cycle
Blast you with my grandfather's rifle 
I'm great to stifle
b**ch 
Create a crises your paying the prises
With the devil you was never richeous 
I think i might just, hit you now?
You know u can fold here, niggas know it aint all there
Prepare for warfare, niggas is everywhere
f**k with my niggas we are double there
Flip Mode nigga you'll find trouble here
Tipsy and turning, crispy and burning
Hoping and learning 
You yerning to take hold of a niggas burning
Reps for every grain of salt from every street corner
The ones you wanted from Brooklyn to the south of the border
No Limit and Flip Mode in this b**ch
While Mystikal and Busta Rhymes be straight busting your sh*t

Chorus 2

Mystikal:
I want another side of fries with my poppa's chicken and bisquit
Take the wall out, fall out
I'm not playing with these dumb b**ches
What you doing if your riches don't fit ya?
Ball playing and swinging on a track
We some big old niggas
Not some dead old niggas
b**ch you trying to do something 
I'm gonna get on with ya
I'm scratchy!
You can't match
I'm known for getting nasty 
With my ciggerette ass
Once I get this f**ker started you can't stop
Oww you done f**ked up now
Mystikal and Busta Rhymes like Dolomite and Red Fox
They frightened of the braids, running from the dread lox

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