'd out with his eyes closed I know, can't be humble in the jungle Give a nigga an inch, he'll take a whole mile from ya' So I bust first, fuck this earth
they greet us Red, green an' black strapped on Gucci wifebeaters With platinum paint jobs on 3.8 liters Two ways to live, cocaine or showbiz Knee deep in crime rhyme
for a fight If I was a Boomtown Rat I would be stayin' up all night If I was the King Ad-Rock I would get stoopid dumb And if rhymes were Valiums I'd
wanna teach me pocahantes makin money for we busted in the tee pee My All Star Chuck Taylors stay laced like the mayor street ball court player rapid fire rhyme
scope's on you Damn right cocksucker the joke's on you I'm laughing all the way to the bank plus I'm blasting all the way til it stank...GUNPOWDER! Bust
the set gets hot its like chess, concentrate before u take a step because killings on the street is in full effect smoke 2 joints to the dearly departed bust nine rhymes
the donuts are Dunkin Friday night and Jamaica Queens funkin Elevated platform never gonna conform Riding over the diner where I always get my toast warm Bust into the conductor's booth and busted out rhymes
daddies locked In the pen' gonefittin to rock cause he did wrong Run up on the cops and he hit 'em with the glock with his wig gone Sellin rock on the
black And foul attitudes to match Verse 4: busta rhymes Yo Now who you be god I be the soul controller I burst gas like the fizz outta your coca cola
ya gang Wit bullets I rattle your frame Whos that_ Stay suburban tusslin' Playin dat 3 digits Before cusslin Bustin twin glocks On your block Yellin my name loud puttin rhymes
, I niggedy-knows more kids than um, bebe So higgedy-hey hey hey not dwayne but I got props I biggedy-bust rhymes like slick rick busts shots So when
-in-law Now I'm in the shit, like a fly I was buggin From robbing to stealin to dealin, yo, and even muggin Sellin cocaine in the high school halls Playin
man? Rollin through our cities just rippin major venues Like Whitney Houston like when I went to Houston My father is from Texas, so next bust a rhyme
with a cherry on top Rage in effect, I just begun to rock Yeah, rock on witcha bad self (Rage) Rock on witcha bad self (Rage) Rock on witcha bad self (Rage) Rock
call out my name, Oh what a shame I got {fame!} Parrish: I'm not a new jack, my rhymes are not wack, and in fact, I'm like clint eastwood, 'stead of bullets, rhymes
my name, Oh what a shame I got {fame!} Parrish: I'm not a new jack, my rhymes are not wack, and in fact, I'm like clint eastwood, 'stead of bullets, rhymes
this ready to rhyme So I'm just gon' set go down wit mine, rewind, check it out [Common] I persue sound fairs, relaxed like Dru Down's hair Other niggas rhymes