part of business I don't gotta hand in Kasino, say it so the whole world can hear it Live on the air, I bet your label won't clear it Weak bloodline,
rhyme in your ear Craig Mack is here, so have no fear My rhymes push the hack to the rear I'm severe, rap pioneer, with funk I steer, now it's clear
and one closed and focus The one open is at the tip of the nose When it blows, y'all so-called-pimps die hoes Don't bite rhymes or flows, just air mark
got props and plus bust shots for what I got (booyaka booyaka) Don't sniff shit but snot hops, you better watch your snotbox I'll diss you, then I'll clear the air
and one closed and focus The one open is at the tip of the nose When it blows, y?all so called pimps die hoes Don?t bite rhymes or flows, just air mark
the drugs and thugs meet Verse 1: Yo, I bust shots out glocks wid kids that push rocks Hol' glocks run in spots wid G's like Fort Knox Rhyme excellent
Brown They just actin', and he's throwin' Tyson back in Another year, f@#$in' with a nigga's career I cock back at you, bust in the air, give me space
Especially when a nigga mistake me for herb Get buried over words, I'm loose wit the dessy bird I can show ready or tell, y'all niggas heard [busta rhymes
[Intro & Chorus] "Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it - turn it - leave it - stop - format it" [repeat 6x] [Intro: Busta Rhymes (Lloyd Banks)] Aiy
When and where but not why Y'all already know the answer Cancer and the herbs Transform to verbs Nouns rip like rounds Clowns get bust down For now y'
Warn all your dogs (Tell 'em we here) The stat' (We don't bust our guns in the air) Never that, y'all don't come out 'til the coast is clear (Who you
ll praise that link, then pawn that link You froze up, Sahdeeq says "Shut the fuck up!" Punk niggas get gun-butt up and tied up [Busta Rhymes] Busta Rhymes
thuggin Fucking married bitches; they go to their husbands Bitches ain't shit, we laughing with them Can't even role the streets now, without the heat I bust
Bust a slug to save us [Joe Mafia] Straight missle, spit false gristle, snapper time Pop the tops off of Anaheims, tropic refined Extortin air time,
then grab a hold of the handle and (??) then bust a rhyme, you know I won't quit it Am I lyin', Ren ? ([MC Ren:] Man, you know you're witty) Your request is clear
blow up with rhymes cause this flow of mine is like blow up but lines of coca And your folks think Hov' just wrote stuff to rhyme Nah, I'm a poster for