Break Ya Neck Choppers

[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, yeah
Here we go now
Where we going now?
Where we going now?
Give it away, give it away, give it away now
Give it away, give it away, give it away now
Just give it away, nigga
Yeah, here we go now

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Tell me, what you really wanna do? (Come here, ma)
Talk to a nigga, talk to me
You look like you could really give it to a nigga
From the way you talk and the way ya try to walk for me
The way you really try to put it on a dawg
Doin' it like ya never did before for me
The way you break yo' back, and I break yo' neck
And the way you try to put it on the floor for me
(Come on) Come on (Come on), oh yeah
Tell me where my niggas is at (Okay)
Lemme address y'all niggas one time
While I lock that down and I hit you with that
(With what?) That bomb shit
Y'all niggas know all day we be making it drop
Y'all niggas know every time I come through
This motherfucker, where we always takin' the ride
(So let me do this, bitch)
Y'all niggas know when we come, we be makin' it flop
The way we makin' it hot'll make a nigga wanna stop
Get money, then cash that check for me
All my niggas just bust yo' TEC for me
Everybody from every hood, bang yo' head
'Til you break your motherfucking neck for me

[Verse 2: Twista]

[Verse 3: Scrufizzer]

[Verse 4: Watsky]
O, hai! I’m that guy, built so fly in a silk bow tie
Don’t know why I’m built so fly
But I am, no lie—oh my!
Rolled by on a lowride Huffy
Sitting on the pegs, shelltoes puffy
Cuff rolled up to my calf
Class out the ass, bad with the swag like Buffy
Gotta be the one to bite the bullet
I’m a sinner, but I bet I could've been a better man
I wanna be Zen, but I go sippin' on some medicine
Instead of meditating, but I get it when I can
I don’t wanna wind up in the gutter with a bottle of malt
Liquor, bitter ‘cause I never got a call
Telling me that it’s all figured out
I’m sick of doubt, but I’m looking at the wall
Part of me was hoping to be caught up in the moment
And be open to the good and the God in me
But I got a lobotomy
And I get that I oughta become a bit of an oddity
When somebody gets offended by the thought of me
"Who’s he?" …You gotta be kidding me!
Do me like Gabourey Sidibe
If you see me with a chickadee
No diggity, it’ll be giggity giggity giggity
Gonna send it like a letter from above
With a woman that I love, ‘cause I get it like I live
But if my baby’s gay, I’ll say: "You go, gay baby
Work that crib! Work that bib! Burp that kid!
Screw police! Flip that car!"
I don’t want a Jesus piece
But I want a Reese’s Piece and a Kit Kat Bar
I want everybody focusing on getting me to Letterman
To kick it for the betterment
Of innocent Americans who never want to settle
For their pop… or not, ‘cause my bedroom rocks
And the beat still knocks when I sort my socks
I'm five-foot-eleven of sex
From the tip of my head to my gorgeous... knees

[Verse 5: Mac Lethal]
Oh hi! My name's Mac
Ecstasy, cocaine and crack
None of that I just smoke green
While Chinese people eat your cat
Roll by on a low-ride Huffy
Simpsons on and my beer is Duff see
Cuff rolled up to my calf
Cash out the ass cuz I wrote a couple raps for Puffy
Gotta be the one to bite the bullet I'm a sinner
But I bet I could have been a better man
I wanna be Zen but I go sipping on some medicine
Instead of meditating but I get it when I can
I don’t wanna wind up in the gutter with a bottle of malt liquor bitter cuz I never got a call
But who the fuck drinks malt liquor anymore?
Gimme vodka now and start sucking on my balls!
Motherfuckers wanna have another personal epiphany
I’m coming with a symphony eliminating
Everybody/anybody roll up like a cannibal
And bite em like a peanut butter apple in a minute
I’mma nibble on a pentagram and every single bitter lamb
Is getting so offended I don’t give a damn if anything
A mental plan is coming with a visually integrated
Entity and everybody’s gonna get the guillotine
I’m getting cinematic in a matter of a minute
Every milligram is devilish the Vatican will kill it dead
Gonna kill it 'til it’s dead
I’mma try to get em in the head, corn-fed
Midwestern whore bred
She looks so thick and juicy give it to me in the booty shorts
Then you gotta get up in the morn and get out!
Let's speed it up, big breath!
Never been a counterfeit of nothing I am just an elevated
Entity I’m coming and giving it back and then pumping
Dump on every instrument with increments of sentiments
And syllables I lunge I’m livid again I’m sticking it in their muffins
Make a couple million I’m hoping to I’m going to
So gimme another reason I should sit around and not experience
Benefits of getting down when all the drivel that they’re spitting
Is so hideous Godzilla fear the viciousness
Fear the viciousness

[Verse 6: DNA Tru Lyricist]
Oh hi, my name's D-NA's the real name, you know me
I just keep it 100% real cause I feel that's the way it's gotta be
I come across a lot of faking, imitating people who be thinking I'm a joke when I'm telling em I can rap
They start laughing - I get to snapping and draping up with the lyrical passion, I bust and having em lying on they backs
They're telling me I'm never gonna make it from the way that I be spitting, but I really don't believe em
So I gotta get the evidence along with a sedative, gotta edit it
To put it in the minuscule minds of you and your relatives
I'm dropping like a pelican on em, I gotta bomb em from the bottom like a hidden mine
They don't expect it, won't admit it, so I spit it, so explicit
Hit em with the triple x rating, I made him talk about a lot of stuff he didn't wanna talk about
I brought him out and put him on a pedestal
I gotta stay ahead of fools, behead fool
And never let a fool get to thinking that he got the best of me
The recipe is DNA, I hit em with the brrrrt
They better get to running cause I'm coming like a carnasaur
And bite him like a piece of meat, I never hide the rage inside of me
I gotta let it out, I gotta show the world that I'm a killer
For realer, nobody realer than me
Still a threat, I bet I'm not a silhouette
But I bet I got your girl wetter than a waterfall
I'm bout to make her blow like a molotov
I'm never gonna call it off, I gotta keep it jumping til I bump into the ceiling fan
I'm bout to have an aneurysm, hit em with a synonym
And don't forget the antonym, cause everything I'm handing em's over their head like Anakin Skywalker
My doctor told me I got a sickness that they cannot cure
Burr, I'm colder than a polar bear, so I gotta get it heated like a solar flare
But I know a lot of people over there are gonna be talking that shit
Crickets, crickets, Jimminy crickets
You're nothing but a bunch of fucking midgets talking like giants
I'm from the South and I'm trying to open your eyes a bit
Take a look, I'm the shit
Coming to get em, I gotta hit em like a bullet from a gun when I'm pulling the trigger
See, I'm super and sicker when I'm painting the picture
Make you faint when the Ripsta attacking the scene
While I'm after the green, but I ain't finna pinch ya like a Leprechaun
It's not nice to steal from a Leprechaun
I haven't heard anyone rap like this in about ten years

[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
Just let me give you real street shit
To ride in yo' shit with
Recline yo' seat, rewind this heat
Keep bouncin' up and down these streets
So nod yo' head and
Break ya neck, nigga
Break ya neck, nigga
Break ya neck, nigga
Bang yo' head until you start to
Break ya neck, nigga
Break ya neck, nigga
Break ya neck, nigga
Break ya neck

[Verse 7: Busta Rhymes]
Come along now (Let's put it down, nigga)
When I bounce back and they know I done caught my breath
Y'all niggas all know how we do
When the way we bang niggas in the head, and we do it to death
(Reach fo' dem backwoods)
The fire boy, you know we bakin' a ounce
I know you love the way we be givin' you the music
Making you bounce
Now fuck it up just a little for my niggas
Every time we come through
Niggas know that we did it for y'all (Uh-huh)
And the way we do it for the people
Niggas know we always give it to y'all
I said, bounce (Come on)
In the day time or the night, when ya creepin' along
Well, just bang this shit up in the truck
While you break yo' neck, now, motherfucker, try to figure my flow
See the way we come right through
(When we come right through)
We be always blowin' the spot, again and again
And make a nigga really wanna stop