What's Happenin' )
Method Man Lyrics


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[Intro: Busta Rhymes (Method Man)]
Aiyo, Tical? (What up, fam?)
You know Busta-Bust 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 Bust or Meth (find their mentor)
Yeah, I-I-I think the streets been lookin' for this one for a long time
(Yeah, aiyo) Come on!

[Method Man]
I came to bring the pain, more hard to the brain
Tical... I'm bustin' that ass again
I burn like acid rain, that acid slang
These niggaz try'nna see how I come ash again
Main and evident, I'm huntin', yes, Meth for president
Be in hell with Dazel and George just for the hell of it
And I ain't yellow kid, flows hot as kettle get
Now if you ain't fuckin' with that, you must be celibate
Spaz! Just a little, got a sack lookin' fizzle
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 till their ain't any left
I'm tryin' get what I'm worth and not a penny less
Think fast (come on) bank cash (come on)
Everybody do it with your stank ass (just come on)

[Chorus: Method Man (Busta Rhymes)]
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 happening? (come on!)

[Interlude: Method Man (Busta Rhymes)]
Yeah... let 'em talk, nigga, come on Bust
(Aiyo, Meth, let me get at these niggaz) Yeah!

[Busta Rhymes]
Now watch me back your shit up, I hope your people pull up
And pick up and pack your shit up, homey, it's time to move
While I'm singin', ma, do you let relieve you of all of your
Figure seating sketching, never believe in your niggaz (come on!)
Go head and babble you can watch me patiently waiting
Aimin', attackin', instead I'mma let one of my bitches slap you
I ain't watch you when your niggaz'll try
To feel a wrath of the un-rudely waking of a sleeping giant
(Very defiant), once I give you the pressure
And then I apply it and then your breathing is stop and totally quiet (sss...Oh)
Captain of this ship, so call me the pilot
I leave you and your crew to collide with me
Die, stomp on a nigga, just like a herd of a thousand cattle
That'll travel over your face and frazzle your shit
Shot you, worst than a brick and then be torturin' you
And then get the reverend, and get to steppin', nigga!
This shit'll make you...

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

[Interlude: Method Man (Busta Rhymes)]
Haha, that's the truth... my nigga
(Nigga, listen, listen, let me talk) Let me talk! (huh)

[Busta Rhymes (Method Man) {both}]
Can't you see what I got for you now
(Shake your big fat ass in front of me now)
To all my high bidders (to all my live niggaz)
{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 when you bout to lose it, my nigga
And you know we gon' get real stupid, my nigga}

[Busta Rhymes]
See the police coming (what?) Fireman coming (what?)
Street niggaz ready to riot and start dummin' (what?)
I love to see it, whenever you and your man frontin' (what?)
Me and Meth'll step to you, quick! And smash somethin' (what?)

[Method Man]
Now who is he? Dope M.C. killin' these cowards
Wack niggaz get pimp slapped, give me some powder
Click-clack, one in your back, now think about it
Get back, runnin' your gap, I can't allow it

[Busta Rhymes]
Well every nigga (set it off) you know we seeing it through God
The streets be needing niggaz like me and you, God
Aiyo, I think we're up, seen it from here, we got a mile, yo
Logical, we should of done this shit a long time ago

[Method Man]
I got that shit that make rappers shit in they shoes
Nasty M.C., I spit flows and spit in they food
Man, don't tempt me, I'm nothin' like a curious child
I'm simply, a boy in the hood, with furious childs (this shit'll make you)

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes & Method Man)]

[Outro: Method Man (Busta Rhymes)]
Every day, every rotation, come with it! (Let me talk... come on, hah)
(Aiyo God) Yeah, lord? (Flipmode/Wu-Tang, nigga, ain't that some shit?)
That's some shit, actually truthfully, Busta Bust! (Meth Tical!)




Yeah... (yeah, let me know when you wanna do that again, God)
Shit we can do that right now, shout out to New Jersey, hahaha, 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 🎉

@user-me6py1bm7m

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

@hervejupille2052

💪

@jimmytrejo1462

Fuck yeah!!!!!

@nickysnaith943

Bangin tune❤

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