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"Whatever You Want"

Fears, real fears
The universal Flipmode Squad
Known to every existing life form as the Imperial 6
Has formed an alliance with the official Cluemannatti
Whatever you want, we do whatever you want

(in the background as Busta speaks)
Whatever you you want (4x)
Do whatever you want, whatever you want (5x)

Baby Sham:
Yo it's time to make these moves
Me and my Flipmode crew
Baby Sham spit the hot sh*t just for you
Make you get off your seat so you can cop the Clue
Q.B.C. and killer kids never obey these rules
That's why we roll deep and always carry the two
Smack a n*gga face, f*ck up his mood EXCUSE YOU
When we perform, b*tches stand still like statues
Borrow this game, so y'all can proceed to move

Rah Digga:
Uh-uh the ruggedest thing as far as chics go
Watch n*gga grow away faster than a pit bull
I tell them all they ain't got nothing for 'em
Platinum and album with no singing in the chorus
You get ate like you was peanut butter and Shawarma
Go tell yo' people I got a sh*tty karma BRICK CITY
Home of the crush MC's and my sh*t be the joint like I was Black Eyed

Hook (Busta Rhymes and Lord Have Mercy)
Wiggle how you want, shake it how you want
When you get a lot of money, spend it how you want
We always got the new, always coming through
Buck wild, do whatever that y'all wanna do

Wiggle how you want, shake it how you want
When you get a lot of money, spend it how you want
We always got the new, always coming through
With my n*gga Clue, rapping with my Flipmode crew

Ramp, I'm still jig
I'm in the party taking a swig
I'm rich, yo I gotta think big
Holding the bar, me and Busta Bus, Lord Have and Spliff Star
Driving foreign cars, open club speed
Sham and Rah Digga had the weed, pass the duche
That all a n*gga need
Twenty to one, y'all know the whole gamble
All my life I had to scramble WHAT

Spliff Star:
I be that thug back in the club
Puffin' on bud, chics eyein' me
n*ggas through the street show me love
Gettin' paper now, Bill Gates is my neighbor now
Chics all flavors now, cause a n*gga kinda famous now
This here, my year turn millionaire
If it's well, cop a beach house, kick a seashell
If I got it, I'mma flaunt it
That Brooklyn sh*t, I'm on it
Spliff Star, America's nightmare most wanted

Hook (DJ Clue shout outs)

Busta Rhymes:
You want beef, my name Beef Steak Charles
With deeper frequency than Lou Rawls
Drop like Niagara Falls
Soft like Quaker Oats whippin' in speed boats
Make y'all n*ggas BA-AH-AH like a bunch of billygoats
BA-AH-AH back to you, while you take notes
Rippin' sh*t down from the arena to parade floats YO
Yo, Flipmode Squad lock yo' house up
Quick to talk sh*t, n*gga we lock yo mouths up

Lord Have Mercy:
Landlord confusing you chumps
Doing it up off rhymes
Scarring, shooting up the club
Like pharmaceutical drugs
You stupid as f*ck, doing 'em up
Losing your blood
It's a cold world, with beautiful sl*ts screwing for ones
King of the jungle(jungle), swing on a humble(humble)
Stay grippin' on bundles, scattered in pieces
Chatted with Jesus
n*ggas salute the dead and gone, the dead and gone
Flipmode and Desert Storm, Desert Storm

Hook (2x)

DJ Clue:

Busta Rhymes(talking):
It only gets better motherf*ckers
Flipmode the Imperial, Cluemanati
Do whatever the f*ck y'all wanna do

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