hustla (?) to them niggaz that fake, or should I say, niggaz that bustas Nigga need to retire, before I get they mouth full of wires Should I damn near start a riot
tens Or a red rose in front of a thousand crips with Calico's And Lord knows we lust hoes I don't give a fuck if you white or black If you bust your
Adios, ghost, I'm 5 thous' Well, I'm flav, and I was down with the crime wave Now it's time saved, yo, 'cause now I'm a rhyme slave In '87 I sold cracks
Nothing has changed (Nothing has) Got to have the funk Nothing has changed (Nothing has) Got to have the funk Comin' at that ass again, it don't stop Bust
now Talk to my bitches All up in the place See my niggas They be laying all up in the cut now Anyhow I'ma doing my thing And blow the spot baby Maybe bust
're gonna ride With this young money making hustler banging in the Westside Till I die, I'm gonna be known For busting raps, applying weed, and busting
suffer crucial If you don't know defeat then allow me to introduce you So how you want it, coming through beatin' ya down Watching disaster strike when busta rhymes
for exposure? Release, then veins in the brains increase When I let off, make a wish and blow the smoke off my piece Unloadin, unfold and the rhymes
than just an angry rebel I'm gifted unlimited rhymes universal Mc's that ain't equipped get flipped in my circle I'm aiming on raining on the bitch ass chumps 'cause their rhymes
won't bomb Back at ya, thinkin' I'm a rapper-actor. think I won't blast 'em? shit: i'm Always ready to bomb back on bustas. I got my gun, so test me
(featuring Busta Rhymes) [Intro: Busta Rhymes (Method Man)] Aiyo, Tical? (What up, fam?) You know Busta-Bust had to come see you, God, it's good to see
pizzaz A feel for the real Skill and lots of that So I just build now [opio] While you throwin' punchlines I'm bustin' hot ones with rhymes (blow!) Acupuncture
my mind Is when fakes try to rhyme and they take petty lines To put stakes against mine but I breaks them like spines Cause I make plenty rhymes that
I'm 5 thous' [ VERSE 2: Terra ] Well, I'm flav, and I was down with the crime wave Now it's time saved, yo, cause now I'm a rhyme slave In '87 I sold
t no set-tripppin Cause it's Death Row, rollin like the mafia Think about whoopin some ass, but what the fuck stoppin ya? Ain't nathin but a buster I'
Niz tease your shockra Spieces release freaks please the montsa Patit beast feez these beats will rock ya Stand tough bro hush when I bust her Rhymes
bust, when I cock to the fullest [Chorus] [Scotty Wotty:] Consider me pissed off, them swiners better throw in they whole chalk 'Fore I blast the hot shot of Smirnoff Rhymes
t nice With the second tune and shit He he he he he oh shit Ayo Dj Scratch Th-this how you want me to set it homie [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] I hope you