let it goooooooo! (Y'all ain't ready! You are not ready!) And clear the air (Akon! Shabba! And Busta Bus!) [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Mi come to willin
t get too close Make no mistakes about it I let it goooooooo! And clear the air (Busta Bus now!) [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes {Bounty Killer}] Trust mi tell
up with rhymes cause this flow of mine is like blow up but lines of coca And your folks think Hov' just wrote stuff to rhyme Nah, I'm a poster for what
tell 'em we here) The Stat' (we don't bust our guns in the air) Never that, y'all don't come out til the coast is clear (Who you suppose to fear) Street
where but not why Y'all already know the answer Cancer and the Herbs Transform to verbs Nouns rip like rounds Clowns get bust down For now y'all
and a shield to support you at the nine! [Brother J] It's like A - D - A - M Prepare your mind, run tell your children Fire, air, water, let the Earth
grab my strap then clear the corner, beeotch!! {Chorus: repeat 2X} So all my bitches and my niggaz and my niggaz and my bitches Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air
