if ya hustle like a real G Pump ya fists if ya feel me, holla if ya hear me Learn to survive in the nine-tre' I make rhyme pay, others make crime pay
the Queen of Royal Badness Well it's the Lah, T I F A H While I say my rhyme, Mark creates The direct hi-tech sound of the dope noise The bass will
double N I E Franks B E double N I E Franks It's a joint we completed niggas ballers boy Thats the money making soldiers bringing all the noise Ain'
'm facin' the court date My destination is the three Chorus: {yella boy} {2x} Verse three: {lil' ya} Layin' in my cut thinkin' of a deaf rhyme Got to make
was amazed How I got up enough to make tunes People cheered me, it was Foreign, then came Low End Theory People quickly recognized who we are Phife is ill and Busta
say ho ho ho (HO HO HO) Its about time everybody in the house bust a move to my vicious raw rhymes, Ricky Rick on a tip with my boyz bringin' disco noise
the drums run So let the rhythm run, the rhythm run Yo, Salt, whassup? Can we get some? They call me Salt, I'm like a billion bulbs The rhymes I toss
not needed, this time it's rap for rap I'm makin' the move and soon you'll have to make yours back In fact, the further the rhyme is dancin', Jack will
boys in the mist of the noise (It's like that) We big boys whippin' them toys (Like that) We up late, runnin' from Jake (Like that) And still got money to make
Yo, yo, pass the rug before I bust my ass Let's get it on, it's time to get down Let's get it on, it's time to get down Hey nig bust the funk, I feel
[Bad Azz] We confined to these wordly ways, it's unchanging The money makes, murder the kids, and gangbangin The stock market crashed, they watchin my
really want the noise, it's Busta Rhymes I make noise for all the little girls and boys to enjoy when I speak It's Busta Rhymes and I get down every
a G.S. thats mad smokey Murder tree's, Crusin gun in the stash so it won't poke me Up in the Marriot, Sweet dirty tint, Don't make no noise cause we
on my block cause they gone pay, gonna make my fedy keep the beat steady drop your drop on the belly make your trunk wave, keep your corner paid make
pulling out busting on pounds just to hear the sound or to see the crowd bounce niggas need to save that shit for outside or take all that noise up the
Let me busta a rhyme tell a story like Slick Rick And put a sermon like Eric in ya ear like a qtip Now it's common sense that Ja Rules But I'm a tell
1: Hi, this is Joyce. I'd like to know if I can have your phone number?] Yes, it's 9-7-6... [click] Now I wanna turn up my box, and make much noise