To rob with a army You'll get wrecked by the architect So respect 'em I disconnect 'em, Soon as I inject 'em With radiation Put 'em by the basement Bust
scrum deliucious couldnt get a job if da elder lift da fango steriotype by the way my pants hang low but i got money they'll get you wen i say so if colors get
busta rhymes- i keep my hand in the air with official my money in it, getting my point across damn! im so able back up in da building they know my niggas
music up [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] You got a hotter other than my Copacabana, mama Gotta lotta S--t with you when I'm loving persona mama Always love to get
Yeah yeah yeah (Flipmode!!!) Busta Rhymes (Busta Rhymes!!!) Sean-A-Paul (Sean Paul!!!) One more time (Ha!!!) kill 'em with a rhyme (Huh!!!) Remix time (remix
give beverly, demi and even melvin moore (more) Van halen, eddie, get ellen ready make pauly shore (sure) Your new single sounds like the double dutch bust remix
like testing ev' defeats the purpose Since the beginning, intrigued by pot and attentive women Breakbeats and windmills on concrete Covered by cardboard, seafloor to skyline Bottom line, in rhyme
sixteen shots I'ma hit, which one of you niggaz am I gonna get Thought you knew what I was gonna spit, this time with this rhyme But by the end of it
outta sixteen shots I'ma hit, which one of you niggaz am I gonna get Thought you knew what I was gonna spit This time with this rhyme but by the
rob with a army You'll get wrecked by the architect, so respect 'em I disconnect 'em, soon as I inject 'em with radiation Put 'em by the basement, bust
This nigga here is to hot And to much For you to touch Betta tell ya man If two touch Then he too will get you bust You bust? We do You can
it all out I get in 'em when I sin 'em, the Alkaholiks venom I fold your clothes with your body still in 'em The rhymes I got, hit like Ronnie Lott
polite, my nigga You're drowning in shit creak without a fight What, some more phsyc shit You wanna battle, touch the mic and see how close you might get I bust
the dark hall So don't stall, I preach from the nasty bunch R.O.C. is the nig with the super bust So boom, click, boom Mother fuckers, check your rhymes
none, they don't want none, just get it crackin' get it pappin' they gon' run/ I'm up early to get my hustle on, later to get it strong and I'm gone/
be as good as the best of them but as bad as the worst so don't test me (get money) You better move over (get money) Little Kim: Big Momma, keys
milli luger click Bitches bust, we just, keep kickin up dust And you can spread rumors shit is makin me sicker than head tumors Humor me, by huggin me