[Busta Rhymes Talking]
Greatness, yeah, yeah
Aiiyo, turn the beat up a little bit louder
Truck Volume

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We bout to play a lil´ game, match the name with the voice
So when you pick your favorite emcee you makin´ the right choice
SO WHO ARE YOU?

[Baby Sham]
Baby Sham, I´m known for the crud
First 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 rap
Stick to the fact, that chapped lips get convexed
Palm that, look where the arm´s at, nigga need to launch that
Now tell me what the problem be, is that I´m scorching dem
To flood these streets, hot not partially, cock back the toast
Put 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 City
If 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 shit
Like mom´s a crack fiend, so what´s the word
Strike a nerve when I´m speakin´
Any emcee whether black or white, or Puertorriquen
I´m the big dog, you just a cat stuck in a tree
Not one of y´all cocksuckers fuckin´ wit me

[Hook (Busta Rhymes)]
SO WHO ARE WE? (Flipmode)
Got you gaspin´ for air, hot shit muthafuckas
Throw your hands in the air
WATCH HOW WE DO IT
How we rep and yo we solemnly swear
To put it down until it´s over and our time is up here
SO WHO ARE YOU?

[Rampage]
Rampage, new tenant, pack big still
Fuck what ya heard, I´m ready to kill

[Busta Rhymes]
AND HOW YOU DOIN´?

[Rampage]
Day criminal, street thug material
Flipmode Imperial, top breakin´ officer
Fuck around we warnin´ ya, 21 gun salute
6 official conrads, ain´t afraid to shoot
Niggas see us, we got them shakin´ in they boots
Flipmode, the streets, bigger than Bayroots

[Busta Rhymes]
SO WHO ARE YOU?

[Spliff Starr]
Yeah, Spliff Starr, cunt-crusher, gun-busta
Hard-to-toucha, one bad muthafucka

[Busta Rhymes]
AND HOW YOU DOIN´?

[Spliff Starr]
Gangsta bitch, deadly like cancerous
I bring it where your parents live, show you what your status is
Steam-boil your cabbages, I can´t take y´all nigaz faggotness
You about to die, show him where his casket is
You wanted beans, I had your hood under siege
Guns 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 entry
Controllin´ everything in the yard
Rugged like General Custard it seems
How we crush grapefruit, niggaz, and make a mustard out of your team
You know we hotter than the 4th of July
So sit back and watch the fireworks show light up my name the sky

[Hook]