on and on Ayo show, my man (Add on, add on) A G, my man (Add on, add on) Ayo show, my man (Add on, add on) D-Flow, my man (Add on, add on)
sadness Raps are brave and outrageous; all those chicken rhymes you written should be put in the Yellow Pages I stand tall, play the wall, and watch dem brain stall and wet yo' ass
it's done With professional rhymes, I gotta question for your mind Have you ever heard anythin' this funky, son? Yeah man, I was out on the street These guys came on
That mean I'm sick when I kick SHIT! Come to my concert get some SARS on the tip of your TIC-KET! Hehe... I'm super cold I don't spit, I shit, on your
beat Man, if I got to say, "I'm the shit fool" one more time... somebody gonna get urinated on. And then boo boo'd on And then a nut busted on. Happy
your fat stankin ass to your couch and just FEED YOU, you already look like you about to bust Nigga you can run or hide; I'll be on your porch with a
hustlin rocks on my block, cause they gone pay gonna make my fetti, keep the beat steady drop your drop on the belly, make your trunk wave keep your corner
Just because ya bust a gat don't mean you keepin' it real Yo, I'm ill wit' the heat and I'm ill wit' the pill On the street or on the mic, dick what
' to break these motherfuckers outta prison, listen "yeah" Mayday on the front line Nigga we G's up in the game, we bust 'till we flatline "what" Then they want my black ass
got soul, we get off, a lot So lock up, your doors, cause I'm Busting Loose like Richard Pryor, setting stuff on fire We got funky, rhymes Stuff you had
entire unit is dangerous Come on One time y'all Throw your hands real high y'all Yea, get down y'all Let me see you all, y'all Busta rhymes, Flipmode
phew, phew) That's the sound of your career in my hood [Verse 3 - Busta Rhymes] I hope you niggas got your ringside seats Because it's whoop ass season
t hit me no more On ya mark, get set, when I spark, ya wet Look how dark it get, when ya marked with death Should I start your breath or should I let
burner on your waist that'll leave the place wet I'm the money in the safe that'll pay the case debt I'm the jewels on your neck that'll make these
the planet got women I got as many rhymes as is many styles of women Don't make me come out on that ass start flippin' Your mental I'm afflictin', actin
than the planet got women I got as many rhymes as is many styles of women Don't make me come out on that ass start flippin' Your mental I'm afflictin
don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slausson Take a walk through the hood, and we up to no good Slangin' on things like a real O.G. should
up the phone the back of her brains blown No screams, no moans Not a mortician, make sure your head gets sewn on Now that you're dead on gone (Anybody