Match The Name With The Voice Lyrics

[Busta Rhymes Talking]Greatness, yeah, yeahAiiyo, turn the beat up a little bit louderTruck Volume[Busta Rhymes]Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahWe bout to play a lil' game, match the name with the voiceSo when you pick your favorite emcee you makin' the right choiceSO WHO ARE YOU?[Baby Sham]Baby Sham, I'm known for the crudFirst night pops off with a couple of slugs[Busta Rhymes]AND HOW YOU DOIN'?[Baby Shaman]You see what I'm workin' wit, it's beyond rapStick to the fact, that chapped lips get convexedPalm that, look where the arm's at, nigga need to launch thatNow tell me what the problem be, is that I'm scorching demTo flood these streets, hot not partially, cock back the toastPut your heart for free, so what it feels like to hear me crushin' a beat[Busta Rhymes]SO WHO ARE YOU?[Rah Digga]The illest broad Digga, reppin' Brick CityIf I'm lying may the Lord come strike my left tittie[Busta Rhymes]AND HOW YOU DOIN'?[Rah Digga]Undisputed metaphor rap queen, always cookin' up some shitLike mom's a crack fiend, so what's the wordStrike a nerve when I'm speakin'Any emcee whether black or white, or PuertorriquenI'm the big dog, you just a cat stuck in a treeNot one of y'all cocksuckers fuckin' wit me[Hook] [Busta Rhymes]SO WHO ARE WE? (Flipmode)Got you gaspin' for air, hot shit muthafuckasThrow your hands in the airWATCH HOW WE DO ITHow we rep and yo we solemnly swearTo put it down until it's over and our time is up hereSO WHO ARE YOU?[Rampage]Rampage, new tenant, pack big stillFuck what ya heard, I'm ready to kill[Busta Rhymes]AND HOW YOU DOIN'?[Rampage]Day criminal, street thug materialFlipmode Imperial, top breakin' officerFuck around we warnin' ya, 21 gun salute6 official conrads, ain't afraid to shootNiggas see us, we got them shakin' in they bootsFlipmode, the streets, bigger than Bayroots[Busta Rhymes]SO WHO ARE YOU?[Spliff Starr]Yeah, Spliff Starr, cunt-crusher, gun-bustaHard-to-toucha, one bad muthafucka[Busta Rhymes]AND HOW YOU DOIN'?[Spliff Starr]Gangsta bitch, deadly like cancerousI bring it where your parents live, show you what your status isSteam-boil your cabbages, I can't take y'all nigaz faggotnessYou about to die, show him where his casket isYou wanted beans, I had your hood under siegeGuns get squeezed, and bullets hit your knees[Busta Rhymes]SO WHO ARE YOU?Bus-A-Bus now, somethin' fo' sho'Keep 'em whilin' till somebody's left a leak on the flo'AND HOW YOU DOIN'?We've been awaitin' the God, to make an undernovel entryControllin' everything in the yardRugged like General Custard it seemsHow we crush grapefruit, niggaz, and make a mustard out of your teamYou know we hotter than the 4th of JulySo sit back and watch the fireworks show light up my name the sky[Hook]