out, I'm out to parlay you Fritos One chip off the block, so bust it down, bust the sound Exciting as a big zap I frighten those biting when Lord jabber tighten when tighten
Hey, if it take a million niggaz to stop it just like Chuck did I get hot busted when I dip my nuggets Keep it heated for the brothers that's not
thugs in the clubs start wildin' in here Now put your bottles in the air, then light your dutches Me and Busta keep it tight like liposuction Niggas
bunch of niggaz with some tight ass raps It's like Father Dom, it's like Keith Murray Making millionaires but it ain't no hurry 'Cause we all in it for
like, gimme some more If a nigga broke, what'd you fuck him for? Waste of time It's like we playette minds Don't stop, get it get it Bitches, take it
in sight That blocks my light Label my generation X marks the spot We make it hot We don't stop To bust back, we just keep Busting the [blam blam] Bulletproof
so bad lyrically it ain't even funny, i ain't even hungry, it ain't even money you can't pay me enough for you to play me it's cockamanie you just ain
what, it must be Angie on the mic The Butter P honey got the sugar got the spice Roll the L's tight keep the rhymes right Yo I just made this motherfucker
on the gun Sliver house and the girl keepin' the rhythm damn tight, tight Pick up the slack my A.S.R. in the back Yo, the way I bust my hussle Positive
Like my Suziro[?] Nah I'm just bugging y'all Buster is my hero I clowned anyway, It's me though, yo We got flavor and we like to flex it(ungh) I'll
muthfuckin tight fade from that Flem, or was it that Joe, or was it that Judd you know how it go all my partnas cut, all my partnas tight we gonna get
other shit But before you know it Your whole world just caved in on you, pa Check the joint, it's Over, and then my life (The masquerade) I know it's
to parlay you Fritos One chip off the block, so bust it down, bust the sound Exciting as a big zap I frighten those biting when Lord jabber tighten when tighten
me, you just mad Cause I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it might be Verse Four: Notorious B.I.G. We got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles
Momma told me one day it was gonna happen But she never told me when She told me it would happen when I was much older Wish it would've happened then (
Where it at, where it at Where it at, where it at Where it at, where it at Oh do he rhyme with a slug from the shots in his face or Do he rhyme wit a
how you love that? What you know about that? Doin' it up, livin' it up, nigga what? What you know about that? The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed nigga what it