Come out with your hands on your head Turn the rap music off and step away from the stereo Put the rap album down Leave MC Hammer alone, turn it off Right
Buckin' at stars and write rhymes for hours The ghetto missy, drinkin' whiskey sours Bust this scenario, can't no other niggers in the barrio From Newark to Ontario, bust
, think we won't flex or show you no action. Down for mine. Got to show a busta time to time, so I figure I'll slow down the rhyme. So they can understand
arms Better use your feet pick up my cannon nigga yeah yeah yeah Get up off the rock We're corrupt as a four dollar buck Come and get fucked up And
Who the thugs with the wickedest rhymes Wickedest rhymes, wickedest rhymes? Who the thugs with the wickedest rhymes Wickedest rhymes, wickedest rhymes? Who the thugs with the wickedest rhymes Wickedest rhymes, wickedest rhymes
had a clue of what Id really do. The ghetto pushin through, but I'ma do it right. Never buckle, never stop to struggle! Layzie gotta muscle through the pressure, bust
illest of niggas dats askin of the mighty master When it come to the rhyme Im faster than half of these niggas rappin When it come to the grind Im massin
no more You havin' a party With that weed goin' up in ya body Smokers chill My niggaz they got me sloppy High, oh, so, so high Come on, come on, don
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
Of all ya?ll, all ya?ll, Like a nas?y bitch, give?it nigga raw dawg, raw dawg, Any nigga putty, hit it, catchya, sawed off, sawed off And I?m ready, I
up in her cock, she didn't budge or move it Sucking and fucking, man she loved to do it I bust 4, 5, 6 nuts in her mouth, when she come to my house
are my homeboys, we outlaws till the day we die Keep this shit rough and raw my 45 Make sure that I survive to another day To bust rhymes which from I
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
-Tang Clan I be hectic and comin' for the head piece protect it Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggaz want the ruckus Bustin' at me brush, now bust it
goooooooo! (Y'all ain't ready! You are not ready!) And clear the air (Akon! Shabba! And Busta Bus!) [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Mi come to willin to willin
the back And aim they gat up in the air and let off Througho niggas tear nigga head off Then let the blood keep drippin' And just wipe the sweat off
one or two speakers Top model diva but my name not Eva Yeah, I brang fever rockin' classic Adidas I'm straight off the heater rippin' needles off the