What's Happenin
Method Man Lyrics


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Ayo, Tical?
What up, fam?
You know Bus-a-Bus had to come see you, God, it's good to see you, God
Good too see you too, God
Let's take the streets for a little ride
Okay, we ridin' high
Yeah, you better light your L, smoke your L, and just kiss the sky
Huh, and if you ever disrespect the Bus' or Meth, bye, dead man, die
Yeah, I, I, I think the streets been lookin' for this one for a long time, God (yeah, yo)
Come on

I came to bring the pain, more hard to the brain (Tical)
I'm bustin' that ass again
I burn like acid rain, that ass is lame
These niggas tryna see how I come? Ask your dame
Ain't it evident I'm hittin' it? (Yes) Meth for President
Be in hell with gasoline drawers just for the hell of it
And I ain't delicate, flows hot as kettle get
Now if you ain't fucking with that, you must be celibate
Spazz, just a little, got a sack we can sizzle
Little hash in the middle, where it at? In the middle, yup
Mommy, if you got a fat ass, make it jiggle, yup
Put it in my next video shot by Little X
And M-E-F gon' work 'til their ain't any left
I'm trying to get what I'm worth and not a penny less
Think fast, (come on) bank cash (come on)
Everybody do it with you stank-ass (Come on)

This shit'll make you rob somebody (what)
Grab somebody (what)
Stomp somebody (what!)
Slap somebody (what)
Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi (what)
Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party (what)
Brooklyn (come on)
Shaolin (come on)
Queensbridge down to Long Island (come on)
Bronx, nigga (come on)
Manhattan (come on)
To each and every hood, what's happenin'? (Come on)

Yeah, real talk, nigga, come on, Bus'
Ayo, Meth, let me get at these niggas
Yeah

Now watch me back your shit up
I hope your people pull up and pick up and pack your shit up
Homie, it's time to move
While I'm seeing right through you let me relieve you all of your
Figures seating screeching, never believing you niggas (come on)
Go head and babble, you can watch me patiently waiting
Aiming, attacking, instead I'ma let one of my bitches slap you
I invite you and your niggas to try and feel the wrath
Of the unruly unawakening of a sleeping giant
(Very defiant) Once I give you the pressure and then I apply it
And then your breathin' is stopped and totally quiet
Captain of this ship so call me the pilot
I leave you and your crew to collide with me then I
Stomp on a nigga, just like a herd of a thousand cattle
That'll travel over your face and frazzle your shit
Chop you worse than a brick and then we torture you
And then get the reverend, and get to steppin', nigga

This shit'll make you rob somebody (what)
Grab somebody (what)
Stomp somebody (what)
Slap somebody (what)
Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi (what)
Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party (what)
Brooklyn (come on)
Shaolin (come on)
Queensbridge down to Long Island (come on)
Bronx, nigga (come on)
Manhattan (come on)
To each and every hood, what's happenin'? (Come on)

That's what truth be, my nigga (yeah, come on)
Niggas, listen, let me talk (let me talk, come on)

Can't you see what I got for you now? (Huh)
Shake your big fat ass in front of me now
To all my high bidders, to all my live niggas
We here to blackout, follow the story now
Just feel my heat, and you know I'm gonna
Just keep the street, but, nigga
Did you know we about to lose it, my nigga?
And you know we gon' get real stupid, my nigga

See the police coming (what)
Fireman coming (what)
Street niggas ready to riot and start dumbing (what)
I love to see it whenever you and your man fronting (what)
Me and Meth'll step to you (quick) and smash something (what)
Now who is he? Dope MC killing these cowards
Wack niggas get pimp slapped, give me some powder
Click-clack, one in your back, now think about it
Get back, running your yap, I can't allow it
Well, yeah, my nigga (set it off)
You know we seeing it through, God
The street be needing niggas like me and you, God (Ayo)
I think what I'm seeing from here we got 'em wildin', yo
Logical, we should've did this shit a long time ago
I got that shit that make rappers shit in they shoes
Nasty MC, I spit flows and spit in they food
Man, don't tempt me, I'm nothing like a curious child
I'm simply a Boy in the Hood with Furious Styles

This shit'll make you rob somebody (what)
Grab somebody (what)
Stomp somebody (what)
Slap somebody (what)
Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi (what)
Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party (what)
Brooklyn (come on)
Shaolin (come on)
Queensbridge down to Long Island (come on)
Bronx, nigga (come on)
Manhattan (come on)
To each and every hood, what's happenin'? (Come on)

Every day, every rotation, come with it (yeah, yeah)
Let me talk, come on
Ayo, God
Yeah, lord
Flipmode, Wu-Tang, nigga
Ain't that some shit?
That's some shit
Abso-truthfully, Bus-a-Bus
Meth-Tical
Yeah (yeah)
Ay, let me know when you wanna do that again, God
Shit, we we can do it right now (yeah)




Shoutout to New Jersey
Yeah

Overall Meaning

The song "What's Happenin'" by Method Man ft. Busta Rhymes is a hard-hitting rap song that celebrates street culture and reaffirms the artists' identities as "real" rappers. The song opens with a dialogue between Method Man and Busta Rhymes, in which they greet each other and express their desire to take "the streets for a little ride". The verses that follow are rapped by Method Man and Busta Rhymes and are full of aggressive, boastful lyrics. Method Man raps that he is "burning like acid rain" and "hunting" for fame whilst busting people's asses. Busta Rhymes talks about his penchant for violence and how he will "smash something" if someone steps up to him or Meth. The chorus of the song is a call to action, urging listeners to rob somebody or slap somebody if they disrespect them. The song ends with the two rappers congratulating each other for the successful collaboration, and expressing their desire to do it again.


Line by Line Meaning

I came to bring the pain, more hard to the brain
I'm here to deliver powerful, thought-provoking lyrics


Tical... I'm bustin' that ass again
My name is Tical and I'm back to dominate the rap scene


I burn like acid rain, that acid slang
My rhymes are intense and acidic, leaving a lasting impact


These niggaz try'nna see how I come ash again
Other rappers are curious to see my comeback and how I excel


Main and evident, I'm huntin', yes, Meth for president
It's clear that I'm the main contender, aiming for the top spot like a presidential candidate


Be in hell with Dazel and George just for the hell of it
I'm so rebellious that I'd willingly join Dazel and George in hell just for the thrill


And I ain't yellow kid, flows hot as kettle get
I refuse to be cowardly, my flows are as intense as boiling water in a kettle


Now if you ain't fuckin' with that, you must be celibate
If you don't appreciate my music, you must be intentionally depriving yourself


Spaz! Just a little, got a sack lookin' fizzle
I'll go a little crazy, causing a commotion and making the situation intense


Little hash in the middle, where it at? In the middle, yup
I have some quality marijuana, right in the middle of the stash


Mommy if you got a fat ass, make it jiggle, yup
Ladies, if you have a voluptuous backside, flaunt it and make it shake


Put it in my next video shot by Little X
I want to feature your attractive appearance in my upcoming music video directed by Little X


And M-E-F gon' work till their ain't any left
Method Man and his crew will continue working tirelessly until their mission is accomplished


I'm tryin' get what I'm worth and not a penny less
I'm determined to receive the compensation and recognition I deserve in the industry


Make you rob somebody (what?) grab somebody (what?)
My music can incite you to engage in criminal activities or physically confront others


Stomp somebody (what?) slap somebody (what?)
I can evoke a desire within you to physically harm or assault someone


Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi (what?)
My music can influence you to go to a bar and enjoy a drink, specifically Bacardi


Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party (what?)
I encourage you to let loose, go crazy, and have a wild time in the club or party


Brooklyn (come on!) Shaolin (come on!)
The borough of Brooklyn and the Shaolin (Staten Island) are represented here


Queensbridge down to Long Island (come on!)
I'm acknowledging the neighborhoods of Queensbridge and Long Island


Bronx, nigga (come on!) Manhattan (come on!)
I'm giving a shoutout to the Bronx and Manhattan, other parts of New York City


To each and every hood what's happening? (come on!)
I'm addressing all the neighborhoods and communities, asking them what's going on


See the police coming (what?) Fireman coming (what?)
I'm implying that law enforcement and firefighters are on their way


Street niggaz ready to riot and start dummin' (what?)
The people in the streets are prepared to cause chaos and violence


I love to see it, whenever you and your man frontin' (what?)
I enjoy witnessing confrontations and conflicts between you and your friends


Me and Meth'll step to you, quick! And smash somethin' (what?)
Both Method Man and I will come towards you and quickly engage in physical destruction


Now who is he? Dope M.C. killin' these cowards
I'm asserting my dominance as a skilled rapper, eliminating weaker competitors


Wack niggaz get pimp slapped, give me some powder
I physically and verbally punish untalented rappers, creating a cloud of powdered disrespect


Click-clack, one in your back, now think about it
I threaten to shoot you in the back, urging you to reconsider your actions


Get back, runnin' your gap, I can't allow it
I won't tolerate you running your mouth, so just back off


The streets be needing niggaz like me and you, God
The streets require individuals like us with our unique talents and presence


Aiyo, I think we're up, seen it from here, we got a mile, yo
I believe we're successful and recognized, even from a distance, it's been a long journey


I got that shit that make rappers shit in they shoes
My music is so intimidating and impactful, it can cause fear in other rappers


Nasty M.C., I spit flows and spit in they food
I'm a skilled and filthy rapper, not only with my lyrics but also with my behavior towards my competitors


Man, don't tempt me, I'm nothin' like a curious child
Please don't provoke me, I'm not a naive and innocent individual


I'm simply, a boy in the hood, with furious childs
I'm just a guy from the neighborhood with a group of angry and passionate followers




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Clifford Smith, Trevor Smith, Anand Bakshi, Rahul Dev Burman, C. SMITH, H. JORDAN, R. D. BURMAN, T. SMITH

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@jaymangaming7139

This is my shit 😂😂😂 Busta killed it

@jameecampbell5723

This song never dies def jam vibes ❤

@elicordero4019

This is a banger.

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Legendary slapper omg 🎉

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i was busting heads on Def jam fight for Ny to this 😂😂😂 especially the bar fights i was like yea ima crack somebody in the head with a bottle . game was so nostalgic

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💪

@jimmytrejo1462

Fuck yeah!!!!!

@nickysnaith943

Bangin tune❤

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