told her she could keep it And then I walked out the store, it's our secret But peep it made it down the hall, she came running Bags about to bust, blouse
all up in your Burberry Through your assistant, you'll be set fuckin' secretary All y'all do me a favor, walk with me If you want money or drugs, talk
y'all take off y'all jackets What's your name baby? word? okay Tell your friend right there this, this my man Busta [Verse: Busta Rhymes] Hah, I know
like a goalie, the forty glock like steel totin' Up shorty rocks, gettin' money wit the forty cop Chorus (2x) Verse three Some niggaz, kinda of coke Scared to bust
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
to release Demanding more from the pen than I whore from the pen The line between playing to win and sin is thin But I walk it with grace and I talk
hey Wake up everyday and make-up rhymes but I'm not Mary Kay Some say I'm dope as fuck, some label my rhymes incest My flex is kinda mean yo, so hey
I know girl this gonna get serious like Thriller You gon' feel that monster get bigger And I ain't got no rhyme for the next part I ain't got no rhyme
my pillow I know girl this gonna get serious like Thriller You gon' feel that monster get bigger And I ain't got no rhyme for the next part I ain't got no rhyme
swords behold the prolifical Rhyme writer, hip-hop provider prize fighter Live wire, quick to set the mic on fire I speak legalized dope, hit man for hire I quote murderous notes dope rhyme
to the break of dawn, nigga Money long, nigga, pass up the skirt to talk to the thong, nigga Some say I'm wrong, but fuck it I'm grown, nigga If you ain't bout money
yo, Hey yo, Hey yo (Dirtman) I spit that killer shit white gorilla shit nobody ill a shit You never seen it before its all Ligitement Italiano bust holes
you spin like puff And got a cash money deal So what's your big Willy talk for? I get so excited man Your track got me leapin' Then you start rhyming
that money 2000 watts, 1000 watts Gonna make that money Bad Boy, Bad Boy Gonna cash that money Gotta make that money, money Gonna take, gonna make Gonna catch that money, money
mack, always strapped, with the black gat Who out there? I swear, boy, wanna get touched Roll up and catch a slug to the chest, so duck I talk the talk
a bitch, like a rabbit out a hat Nigga if I want, I can have it like that Fuck two or three bitches at the same time Grab the microphone sing my rhyme
the wild like I don't fuckin' care If I ain't strapped that means I took 'em off my Nike Airs Get off mine, y'all talk shit like little children When