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Woo Hah!! Got You All in Check

When I step up in the place a-yo I step correct

Woo-Hah! Got you all in check

I got that head nod shit that make you break your neck

Woo-Hah! I got you all in check

And you know we come through to wreck the discotheque

Woo-Hah! I got you all in check

Throw your hands up in the air don't ever disrespect

Woo-Hah! I got you all in checkBusta Rhymes up in the place, true indeed

Yes I catch wreck and that's word on my seed

I'm guaranteed to give you what you need

One blood everybody like Junior Reid

Wake up every morning yo I must succeed

Nationwide ruckus make the world stampede

Yo Willie mek we roll some weed

Mad charged nigga now I must proceed

Yo we 'bout to make moves, set speed

Peace to Baby Phife, Q-Tip, Ali Shaheed

Watch me knock you out like Apollo Creed

Body blows busting your shit making you bleed

Just feed off dynamic flows and take heed

Need more information homeboy then just read

Ay! You can read all about the pure breed

Do the bogle dance, man, do the pepperseedWhen I step up in the place a-yo I step correct

Woo-Hah! Got you all in check

I got that head nod shit that make you break your neck

Woo-Hah! I got you all in check

And you know we come through to wreck the discotheque

Woo-Hah! I got you all in check

Throw your hands up in the air don't ever disrespect

Woo-Hah! I got you all in checkHow dare you ever try to step on my suede shoes

Top Gun shut down your firm like Tom Cruise

Please let me get down and blow a fuse

Acting fools breaking shit down to molecules

Yo let me hit you with my ill street blues

Busta Rhymes always headlines the street news

Woo-Hah! Hey baby girl don't be confused

Sail my seven seas and enjoy my boat cruise

I know you really want to know who's

Coming through leaving blunt stains and residues

Sorry homeboy but your flow sound used

Got to pay your dues baby you know the rules

Whenever I travel the world I landcruise

If you choose to fuck around you get bruised

Now I got you gassed on super unleaded fuels

Give me room, give me some space yo excuseWhen I step up in the place a-yo I step correct

Woo-Hah! Got you all in check

I got that head nod shit that make you break your neck

Woo-Hah! I got you all in check

And you know we come through to wreck the discotheque

Woo-Hah! I got you all in check

Throw your hands up in the air don't ever disrespect

Woo-Hah! I got you all in checkYou now rocking with the best

Busta Rhymes coming through from the Flip Mode Squad

Boy Scout's who I be

Straight to your dome, we coming straight to your dome

Bringing all new ruckus to all you rap motherfuckers

Boy Scout's who I be, Flip Mode is the squ-id-ad

Busta Rhymes break it down like thisYo which motherfucker stole my flow

Eenie, meenie miney mo

Throw them type of niggas right out my window

Blast your ass hit you with a direct blow

Bo! Coming through like G.I. Joe

Star Wars moving ill like Han Solo

Make you bounce around like this was calypso

Always shine cause I got the Hi-Pro Glow

You think that you can hide you think you can lay low

Roll up on your ass like Hawaii 5-0

Macked out with my dreads and my Kangol

Forget the Moet nigga just pass the Cisco

Yo! Take a trip down to Mexico

Come back with that shit that might make you psycho

Maximum frequencies through your stereo

Sorry this is it but homeboy I got to goWhen I step up in the place a-yo I step correct

Woo-Hah! Got you all in check

I got that head nod shit that make you break your neck

Woo-Hah! I got you all in check

And you know we come through to wreck the discotheque

Woo-Hah! I got you all in check

Throw your hands up in the air don't ever disrespect

Woo-Hah! I got you all in check

Songwriters

GALT MACDERMOT, TREVOR SMITHPublished by

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