the bitch to double figures In new sixes, hennessey with dark mixes The richest, fuck around, you won't fix it Toke, heavy metal, settle shit, rebel shit
All of these rap singers claimin' they bangers Doin' all sorts of twisted shit with they fingers Disrespectin' the game, no home trainin' or manners I was doin' this shit
cats bubble humbly I'm hungry, Killa Bee Trilogy triumphantly Hammer head, dart allignment, work is sonic Keep your ears open for new assignments Ride with the livest, frontline rhyme
dragon [Busts Rhymes] Nicki, how you gon' take my hot line and make it a hot song? like I ain't s'posed to step on this shit like King Kong see as a
just repect my conglomerate Just respect my conglomerate, just respect my conglomerate Just respect my conglomerate, just respect my conglomerate [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] It's Bus Rhymes
appearance of some major muscles Now on the low streets been talkin like it usually do Busta Bust, help us out, the public needs to know [Busta Rhymes
y'all Busta rhymes, Flipmode y'all Nineteen ninety eight y'all Ha, get down ya'll Let's have a ball y'all Feelin' the heat up in the street rockin' the
, said of that shit in your walk in You singin', I give you somethin' to bounce to and think about That the same crew with the same lou on the same rhyme
gangstas do gangsta shit, real recognize real Still laughing to the bank and shit Back to Cor, got him a deal but his rhymes was whack Def Jam now that
Buckin' at stars and write rhymes for hours The ghetto missy, drinkin' whiskey sours Bust this scenario, can't no other niggers in the barrio From Newark to Ontario, bust
and just us Armies see, full of harmony and niggas in thugs we trust So nigga I bust so back up off me, givin' no mercy shit is critical Killin you
are my homeboys, we outlaws till the day we die Keep this shit rough and raw my 45 Make sure that I survive to another day To bust rhymes which from I
Concealin' them slugs, if it go down, remember that mug 'Cause ain't no love when a nigga shit is touchin' his ribs Hungrier than a hostage, shit, we blitz Information pack the led up in shit
[Pharrell] Nigga, put down ya beer and - snatch up ya chair 'n A lot of clak up, clak up, street clearin' First the firing then the siren you'll be hearin
a rep I handle mics, like hardaway And never get stripped, bust ya boy shit When he ridin' on my dick Nigga ya foulin' out, hackin' me wit the wack rhymes
awful kind of you, you're making me blush I could use some competition but they not making me much Man, this beat is like my master, it's making me bust
a leak and get some chops cause um "Niggas be rollin'" We gonna hit the streets for some brew and some eats cause um "Niggas be rollin'" Verse 2: I got more rhymes