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Busta Rhymes Shoot For The Moon

on the stars, let us land on the stars Let us land on the stars We 'bout to do it real big like outta this world and we takin' it far Shootin' for the moon

Shootin for the moon and land on the starrrrrrrrrrrrrs Let us land on the stars, let us land on the stars Let us land on the stars, let us [Busta Rhymes

Shootin for the moon and land on the starrrrrrrrrrrrrs Let us land on the stars, let us land on the stars Let us land on the stars, let us [Busta Rhymes

how you act Fire in the hole stare into the glare the flare rips your retina no way to prepare for combat cock is sharp a Autobot brain cells bust

ass bustas acting hard, bitch please Have you ever heard the sound Of a meat cleaver swinging? Head in a handbag, hoe church singing Stare up at the moon

ass with my Timberland Shorty with the Shots that I buck with, fuck with Gang hanger with the double edged banger And I got niggaz clingin' my drawers Niggaz fake I'ma bust

lunatic behavior And now we gotta eat, gotta make ends meet Stabbin' for a fee, it gets hard on the fuckin' streets It's like a madness, fuck making gravy I rhyme

the sun's gonna rise, send me the drum And Serge is buckin' off a shot from the mental insight Air tight, throw a worker from cradle to gravesite I feel lick a shot

I'll buy you for more fuckin' Killah tapes man Open the door man, what the fuck, man, yo what What's up Yo yo, God, word is bond, yo, Shymeek just got bust