And now you rappers ain't got nothin to say? Yo it's their problem, Griff shouldn'ta said it E where's my pistol? Yo I'll go get it 'Cause it's time
1's, 5's, 10's and 20's A 100 g's and I'm pullin honeys Left and right, day and night You gotta see it to believe it, it's quite a sight They're all
opening your jibs 'Cause every time you do it's like an over load of fibs I ain't saying this shit again, ho, you know what it is It's a warning shot
out right now It's all trash The torch is gonna burn out before it gets passed Jay said it's his last, and 50 and Em Then what? Detox drops what we got
' about you You may be gone but you're never over And it don't stop, oh And it don't quit, oh And it don't stop, oh And it don't quit, oh And I miss
Busta Rhymes] It's Bus Rhymes! (HUH!) And I'm back With the crack, and the thugs, and the drugs, NIGGA BLACK! (OH!) The best to do it we only deal with
killin'_em_lyrics_busta_rhymes.html You wanna impress me, start manning up Say something that sound like you pissed standing up You lucky I made it up, the hood's
at me Cause it'll still be two days till we say we're sorry It'll still be two days till we say, "We're sorry" It'll still be two days till we say, "
now been fulfilled Get your ass up and let's get ill, that's right y'all We more than rough, we callin' your bluff And when it comes to rhymes (Brick
's back Guess who's back Guess who's back Guess who's back Guess who's back Guess who's back Who the thugs with the wickedest rhymes Wickedest rhymes, wickedest rhymes
Make it understood! Put it on the wood! Nigga what! (what!) I used to have to grind in the dough. Did a little time in the poke. A couple wicked rhymes
it came in time Just two times and if you give it to me My thugs gon' give it to you So people pull back, it's cool Somebody's head gon' get blown Bone
We do it, still get to it, undisputed, who wulda knew it, We still da truest, shrooted, move it, they aint doin it like we do it, do it [Chorus: 2x]
t hide it, so step aside It?s the nigga that makes music for the streets 'Cause I love this motherfucker like pussy with no sheets 'Cause it?s deep Some
with us South Side nigga and we down tah bust I'm #1 Too many niggaz takin' rap for a joke You be up for one minute and then the next you're flat broke Rhyme
me know it's real son, if it's really real Something I could feel son, load it up and kill one Want it raw deal son, if it's really real And when I
picture, I swear by everythin' spit in my rhymes It's only hollow points I spit out my nine Drillin' niggaz on the block, when I'm passin' through I bust