Take It Off, Pt. 2

[Busta Rhymes] Yeah Come fuck wit us Yeah, y'all know what to do to this shit Yeah, haha, streets We bout to do it again We bout to do it again We bout to do it again niggas I hope y'all ready Check it, check it, c'mon, [Busta Rhymes] Check out the technique C'mon, spit flow and bag up the next freaks Soldier wit a quicker ho that a live on the next street Over player then do this shit again next week Getting this paper, phat chicks up in the next Jeep Probably listen closer if you let the check speak I keep fire cause niggas respect heat Look, I spit fire then come up the best beats I said I pull the spot from here way down on South Beach major Globalize, then blow down a South Beach ager Check it, banana yellow G wagon for the whole sagging Feel the fox mink dragging on the floor watch it You really need to stop Just copped the rob blueberry Lamborghini drop C'mon, stay strunting with the mini bop Niggas know when we step in the place, the whole city stop [Chorus: Busta Rhymes (Meka)] Better tell 'em if they ain't know, put 'em on shorty (We know how you be doing it baby) How we be doing it baby (We know how you be taking it off) How we take it from 'em (We know how you be killing 'em baby) How we killing 'em (We know how you be ready to ball) c'mon, c'mon, you know we ready to do it (We know how you be driving 'em crazy) Make 'em crazy now, c'mon (We know how you be breaking if off) You know we breaking it off, let's go (So come and get it down for me baby) Put it down now (And make it hot 'til they take it off) [Busta Rhymes] This is a shake down (c'mon) Weaking your whole shit ' til it break down (uh huh) Speak to the whole clique 'til we take down dudes Put the heat to 'em make them put the cake down dude (dude) Scrape down food (food), niggas stay hungry 'til the shit is over Spit and make the tape sound rude Ha, niggas get screwed, see they ain't really worth not a thing But only getting on the stage to get booed Kennedy loft hos mackin' at the top of the Trump Towers Rocking fly Versace, cherry cloth robes (robes) Like ghostface the most ready just for the glow Showcase the most, them niggas sure to blow No waste a time, you know we sure to grow I'm saying no place a mine, is for them corny hos C'mon, with all this paper and the shit we coping We keeping it gully and know we always keep it popping [Chorus] [Break - Busta Rhymes & Meka] Ha, get that money Come fuck wit us Hands in the sky Keep on livin Do your own thing All my people holla and let me hear ya reply Say take it off (take it off) Say take it off (you better take it off) Say take it off (take it off) Say take it off (better take it off) [Busta Rhymes] C'mon, ha, we hold a rock boy The way we on fire call a nigga hot boy Hot, we raise the level to we blow the spot boy And watch the water boil and spill over the pot boy Listen, I hope you know you need to stop boy Fronting and trying be something you not boy Listen again we keep on banging and pissing 'em off Spazzin on niggas until we silence or finish 'em off [Chorus] Yeah Wait, wait, wait hold on Come on let me put it right here, what you doing? What you doing? Hold on, hold on, wait, wait, wait, got a rubber? I don't need no rubber, you look clean, wait the fuck you ain't go no pimples or nothing Na, na, you ain't running up in here without no jimmy Ah, you fucking acting like that You better find one Alright so, alright so, hold on, hold on, don't yo Just stay, just like that, don't even, just stay I'm not leaving Alright cool, hold on, hold on I knew I had a condom what the fuck man Where the fuck is a condom when you need one? It is I, Trojan Man! Oh shit, oh thank God it's you, you got a condom man? No, I only have one trick cover left, and my hormones are rising And I want your bitch to taste it Trojan Man! This has been a paid advertisement by Flipmode and Company And I don't give a fuck what you say Cause I still believe you could catch AIDS from tongue kissing a bitch So remember always strap your shit up Trojan Man!