and you thought I missed I'm indestructable and untouchable Ain't givin a fuck about what you know I don't love no hoe, I don't mug no mo But I'm still
you demons I suggest you go get back up Load the mac up don't slack up Imma act up on Any mutha fucka that think he got his clown suit on get Stepped
address them, hit 'em, pushin' buttons, ain't about nothin' They said he frontin', get him, ain't no stuntin', where I be pumpin' My niggaz, cook him up and I don't
the answer to all my problems... [Busta Rhymes] The fuck you talkin' bout, n***a, what's that? [The Game] Belevedere... and Banana Snapple [hiccoughs] [Busta Rhymes] Look.... get
know You couldn't get the picture, if you was in an orchard or fortress, (so you niggaz better forfeit) [BROther ?uestion] Now get loose, get loose, ? get
street Crazy as a loon He throw us all in jail For carryin' harpoons Ah me I busted out Don't even ask me how I went to get some help I walked by a
The Universe is not far behind, Waves Bars and Rhymes Metaphor and Rhyme is poetry by design But poetry continues outside the timeline Don't care if I
won't be ignored I can't feel Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored Time won't heal Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored
) Aight! [Busta Rhymes:] Hi sire! It's Busta Rhymes the ruler as well! Guess what! Guess what! Beenie! [Beenie Man (Busta Rhymes):] Beenie Man and Busta Rhymes
family See I wrote the rhyme that broke the bull's back, If that don't slow 'em up, I carry a full pack. Now I don't want to have to let off, you should
get ready for Ball'R Records and ThugLine Caught up in the rapture, we got ya just after one rhyme They don't really wanna get it on They don't wanna
you and don't you dare say it isnt true. As long as the songs getting airplay I'm dissing you. I'm a hair away from getting carried away and getting
streets up cuz niggas ain't takin no beat ups they re-up wit the heatas leaders of the new school but we don't bust a rhyme we bust a nine mutha fuckas
bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over Many men, many, many, many, many men Wish death upon me Lord I don't cry no more Don't look to
guns punk it don't alarm me Got enough cash to make a whole damn army I can't hold back the way that I feel Cause when I bust a rhyme it's like ya
a big shot - don't plot on my ones I carry the (Faith) like Big 'Pac ? I carry the weight See y'all don't get too carried away, and pay me what my salary
to the bone gristle It don't matter if you bust rhymes or bust pistols Remember me, burn a nigga to a third degree Don't act familiar motherfuckers you
kyura mulla kara Nu gu nya nada na na nun Redman Na bo da challan nom hana do upda Yi sae sang cheil eu na nun Redman, my man [ Get away, get off me, get