night and Jamaica Queens funkin' Elevated platform, I'm never gonna conform Riding over the diner where I always get my toast warm Bust into the conductor's booth andbusted out rhymes
hip hop stay alive, wid the slingshot Sands of Palestine battle rhymes scatter sands of time Man declines as I rise divine like the star shine I stay in line
the honor roll, platinum bottles of Cru' All my niggas do what I got 'em for Extra flashy grind, hit 'em with a crisp rhyme Lines is nothing, blunt out
before I finish my rap Think your shit don't stink Drunk crossed eyed nigga Walk crooked still spilling your drink Jam on! -busta rhymes chorus- Everybody's on the line
throw it up girl) Boy you pretty I got a bitty from the city and my hair looking pretty Oh you didn't No bullshit and you gonna get it [busta rhymes]
throw it up girl) Boy you pretty I got a bitty from the city and my hair looking pretty Oh you didn't No bullshit and you gonna get it [Busta Rhymes
ninja, take money, stay ninja I injure, any muthafu*kin' contender [Method Man] Garbage, ya time's up, go finish them rhymes up All my soldiers is lined
to the clouds Whack niggas wanna be down but it?s not allowed Interrupt the cipher unannounced an' you?ll get punched in the mouth With the southpaw southern fist I?ll bust
not hesiatate Yall want that family grave? You know the King klick! [D-Loc] D-D-dash-dash double O trouble double O dash I will bust that ass Ya
Up in them five star tellies and two mic rhymes Be them average MC's of the times Unlike them, we craft gems So systematically inclined to pen lines Without
sick ones, confliction Posionous darts sickening, best believe Finger itchin with two broke legs, now I'm trippin On mc's cliche, shot that ricochets Start trouble bust
second line sounded like the first line I ain't got punch lines, I got kick lines N I ain't commercial but I got hit lines I spit deep rhymes But I
camels and black horses Camouflaged fortress, four horsemen blowin shit out of proportion I'm trapped in a line of fire, all our desires be inside the empire Rhymes
wit this click'll get your arms folded [Kool G Rap] Euology preached by the minister, the sinister diminished ya You minature, send crazy baby, fifths is ta finish ya Bust
pop it, wiggle it, bounce it Shake it, pop it, wiggle it, bounce it [Verse 1: Ludacris] A, FUCK hoes, that's how I start my rhyme off So take your ass
confliction Posionous darts sickening, best believe finger itchin with two broke legs, now I'm trippin on MC's cliche, shot that ricochets start trouble bust
Grind your whole ass till you twist your waistline Ya'll know the time Hey yo feel the base line Stack the overdrive Bounce, baby feel the incline So geniune, everytime, Busta