| Song | Whatever You Want |
| Artist | DJ Clue? |
| Artist | Flipmode Squad |
| Album | The Professional |
| Busta： | |
| Uh-uh | |
| Fears, real fears | |
| The universal flipmode squad | |
| Known to every existing life form as the imperial 6 | |
| Has formed an alliance with the official cluemannatti | |
| Whatever you want, we do whatever you want | |
| (in the background as busta speaks) | |
| Whatever you you want (4x) | |
| Do whatever you want, whatever you want (5x) | |
| Baby sham: | |
| Yo it's time to make these moves | |
| Me and my flipmode crew | |
| Baby sham spit the hot shit just for you | |
| Make you get off your seat so you can cop the clue | |
| Q.b.c. and killer kids never obey these rules | |
| That's why we roll deep and always carry the two | |
| Smack a nigga face, fuck up his mood excuse you | |
| When we perform, bitches stand still like statues | |
| Borrow this game, so y'all can proceed to move | |
| Rah digga: | |
| Uh-uh the ruggedest thing as far as chics go | |
| Watch nigga grow away faster than a pit bull | |
| I tell them all they ain't got nothing for 'em | |
| Platinum and album with no singing in the chorus | |
| You get ate like you was peanut butter and swarma | |
| Go tell yo' people i got a shitty karma brick city | |
| Home of the crush mc's and my shit be the joint like i was black eyed | |
| Peas | |
| Hook (busta rhymes and lord have mercy) | |
| Wiggle how you want, shake it how you want | |
| When you get a lot of money, spend it how you want | |
| We always got the new, always coming through | |
| Buck wild, do whatever that y'all wanna do | |
| Wiggle how you want, shake it how you want | |
| When you get a lot of money, spend it how you want | |
| We always got the new, always coming through | |
| With my nigga clue, rapping with my flipmode crew | |
| Rampage: | |
| Ramp, i'm still jig | |
| I'm in the party taking a swig | |
| I'm rich, yo i gotta think big | |
| Holding the bar, me and busta bus, lord have and spliff star | |
| Driving foreign cars, open club speed | |
| Sham and rah digga had the weed, pass the duche | |
| That all a nigga need | |
| Twenty to one, y'all know the whole gamble | |
| All my life i had to scramble what | |
| Spliff star: | |
| I be that thug back in the club | |
| Puffin' on bud, chics eyein' me | |
| Niggaz through the street show me love | |
| Gettin' paper now, bill gates is my neighbor now | |
| Chics all flavors now, cause a nigga kinda famous now | |
| This here, my year turn millionaire | |
| If it's well, cop a beach house, kick a seashell | |
| If i got it, imma flaunt it | |
| That brooklyn shit, i'm on it | |
| Spliff star, america's nightmare most wanted | |
| Hook (dj clue shout outs) | |
| Busta rhymes: | |
| You want beef, my name beef steak charles | |
| With deeper frequency than lou rawls | |
| Drop like niagara falls | |
| Soft like quaker oats whippin' in speed boats | |
| Make y'all niggaz ba-ah-ah like a bunch of billygoats | |
| Ba-ah-ah back to you, while you take notes | |
| Rippin' shit down from the arena to parade floats yo | |
| Yo, flipmode squad lock yo' house up | |
| Quick to talk shit, nigga we lock yo mouths up | |
| Lord have mercy: | |
| Landlord confusing you chumps | |
| Doing it up off rhymes | |
| Scarring, shooting up the club | |
| Like pharmaceutical drugs | |
| You stupid as fuck, doing 'em up | |
| Losing your blood | |
| It's a cold world, with beautiful sluts screwing for ones | |
| King of the jungle(jungle), swing on a humble(humble) | |
| Stay grippin' on bundles, scattered in pieces | |
| Chatted with jesus | |
| Niggaz salute the dead and gone, the dead and gone | |
| Flipmode and desert storm, desert storm | |
| Hook (2x) | |
| Dj clue: | |
| Dj clue | |
| Busta rhymes(talking): | |
| It only gets better motherfuckers | |
| Flipmode the imperial, cluemanati | |
| Do whatever the fuck y'all wanna do |
| Busta: | |
| Uhuh | |
| Fears, real fears | |
| The universal flipmode squad | |
| Known to every existing life form as the imperial 6 | |
| Has formed an alliance with the official cluemannatti | |
| Whatever you want, we do whatever you want | |
| in the background as busta speaks | |
| Whatever you you want 4x | |
| Do whatever you want, whatever you want 5x | |
| Baby sham: | |
| Yo it' s time to make these moves | |
| Me and my flipmode crew | |
| Baby sham spit the hot shit just for you | |
| Make you get off your seat so you can cop the clue | |
| Q. b. c. and killer kids never obey these rules | |
| That' s why we roll deep and always carry the two | |
| Smack a nigga face, fuck up his mood excuse you | |
| When we perform, bitches stand still like statues | |
| Borrow this game, so y' all can proceed to move | |
| Rah digga: | |
| Uhuh the ruggedest thing as far as chics go | |
| Watch nigga grow away faster than a pit bull | |
| I tell them all they ain' t got nothing for ' em | |
| Platinum and album with no singing in the chorus | |
| You get ate like you was peanut butter and swarma | |
| Go tell yo' people i got a shitty karma brick city | |
| Home of the crush mc' s and my shit be the joint like i was black eyed | |
| Peas | |
| Hook busta rhymes and lord have mercy | |
| Wiggle how you want, shake it how you want | |
| When you get a lot of money, spend it how you want | |
| We always got the new, always coming through | |
| Buck wild, do whatever that y' all wanna do | |
| Wiggle how you want, shake it how you want | |
| When you get a lot of money, spend it how you want | |
| We always got the new, always coming through | |
| With my nigga clue, rapping with my flipmode crew | |
| Rampage: | |
| Ramp, i' m still jig | |
| I' m in the party taking a swig | |
| I' m rich, yo i gotta think big | |
| Holding the bar, me and busta bus, lord have and spliff star | |
| Driving foreign cars, open club speed | |
| Sham and rah digga had the weed, pass the duche | |
| That all a nigga need | |
| Twenty to one, y' all know the whole gamble | |
| All my life i had to scramble what | |
| Spliff star: | |
| I be that thug back in the club | |
| Puffin' on bud, chics eyein' me | |
| Niggaz through the street show me love | |
| Gettin' paper now, bill gates is my neighbor now | |
| Chics all flavors now, cause a nigga kinda famous now | |
| This here, my year turn millionaire | |
| If it' s well, cop a beach house, kick a seashell | |
| If i got it, imma flaunt it | |
| That brooklyn shit, i' m on it | |
| Spliff star, america' s nightmare most wanted | |
| Hook dj clue shout outs | |
| Busta rhymes: | |
| You want beef, my name beef steak charles | |
| With deeper frequency than lou rawls | |
| Drop like niagara falls | |
| Soft like quaker oats whippin' in speed boats | |
| Make y' all niggaz baahah like a bunch of billygoats | |
| Baahah back to you, while you take notes | |
| Rippin' shit down from the arena to parade floats yo | |
| Yo, flipmode squad lock yo' house up | |
| Quick to talk shit, nigga we lock yo mouths up | |
| Lord have mercy: | |
| Landlord confusing you chumps | |
| Doing it up off rhymes | |
| Scarring, shooting up the club | |
| Like pharmaceutical drugs | |
| You stupid as fuck, doing ' em up | |
| Losing your blood | |
| It' s a cold world, with beautiful sluts screwing for ones | |
| King of the jungle jungle, swing on a humble humble | |
| Stay grippin' on bundles, scattered in pieces | |
| Chatted with jesus | |
| Niggaz salute the dead and gone, the dead and gone | |
| Flipmode and desert storm, desert storm | |
| Hook 2x | |
| Dj clue: | |
| Dj clue | |
| Busta rhymes talking: | |
| It only gets better motherfuckers | |
| Flipmode the imperial, cluemanati | |
| Do whatever the fuck y' all wanna do |