get you shit off How do you do it? how do you swing it? (2x) [fatal talkin' over chorus] It's no way out the game You can't see it Verse two The devil
grown shit It's the Thelonious, super microphonist You know us, this rap shit we 'bout to own it You know it, 'cause you can feel it in your throat Say it
, had it's five seconds of fame Now it's time to throw a wrench all up in they game We trek this battlefield life With words to sleigh the doubters, expect no knives It
the 2 inch Got your platinum plaques to prove it Your music's been around the world movin And it come right back around to the ground on it Now its time
your fist if you feelin' it Wild the fuck out, bust a clip for the fuck of it This is as good as it get, who you rollin' with? Who the ultimate? Stay
from it Yo Reggie Noble Blaw, yo Phife diggy What up? Yo yo Kamal it's your time to step up Check it out, the original, shit, we makin' it Takin' it
spot guns go off though Came out his mask it was Ollie North Oh shit, what up what up Ghost Congratulations on your new flick Burn it dead who max the most Word up
come on Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it Ohh, now come on Scream, jump baby
my curse universe Droppin the slang, I'll bust your brains with the real shit Come hit my blunt so I can make y'all feel it Abuse niggaz verbally
, Bone won't let a me duck, Lil' B won't set up, wet up, get 'em on the get up, Bone won't let up (Chorus) [Busta Rhymes] Hey you, don't you dare give
? I know And I love it when you make your knees touch your elbows And break it down low to the flo', and there you go Now throw it on me slow And everytime I Busta Rhyme
it off, take it off like a boss for the big ones Then you get you a big gun Motherfuckers from the Chi like to put it yo' eye if it's on bitch Put it
caught real breezy, whack bitches y'all greedy And if ya don't write ya rhymes then easy 'Cause we don't believe it And me and Shawnna shut it down best believe it
calls, it's time to go Bust a few rhymes at the studio You know I don't do it for the love of it I love it but I do it for the love I get Big checks,
And the world won't present to me Bad thoughts on my mind But I won't let it tempt me Organized confusion, negative illusion I throw up my guard to combat
The best that ever done it, can I get a witness? (uhhh!) Cumulus clouds bring darkness up above You in it for the money? Or in it for the love, m.j.?
it (Shit) Any little title you got, I'm takin' it You can't have it, you didn't earn it Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it Suckas wanna floss and