you, clones, You gotta give credit when credit is due, Why wouldn?t they give it ta Bone? If you ever gave props to the masta, thanks, Now you thinkin
doing something The pussy so good have you through with money But you ain't knowing she's a tramp and a slut and all that shit Every chance you get you
another day To bust rhymes which from I get paid Now that?s the end of my freestyle But it was left for dead But the shit away you can hear it playin
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
', I'll fuckin' cut your kneecaps off And make you kneel in some staircase piss I'll fuckin', cut your eyelids off And feed you nuthin' but sleepin' pills You
ain't even feelin you cats Don't even acknowledge the fact that you weak raps We bust gats at, on the reg laughed at Son you know we passed that, get
] Some a fi look, some a fi stare, some a fi jump, some a fi cheer From Halfway Tree right back to Madison Square Busta Rhymes back in here coolin wid
mean shit, til you witness to yourself How live it get, and I never let no rhymin' ass bitch Share a mic wit me, until I see her versatility You get the
-Lo Green How do you do? Welcome I thought I'd seize this opportunity to tell you A little more about myself if you don't mind This is my vision, you
got you this far Whether you say, "In Jesus name", or, "Al hum du'Allah" Long as you know it's a bein' that's supreme to you You let that show towards
whatever ya ahh On some K-R-S be here forever type unh You-you-you-you know you shouldn't rhyme like unh Let them pussy niggas get in your mind like unh
The West coast, you gotta rock on and ah down South, you gotta rock on and Check it... "Now you can go!" Mister Pussy Emcee, just get on gone Get on gone, you
never rhyme with busted rhymes and even the blind knew I was def Respect to Chico ?Waller Al Kadee Roscoe Kalidjusome? Poo-da, Ba Ba, Luther, the Baby B-Boyz always into some
a leak and get some chops cause um "Niggas be rollin'" We gonna hit the streets for some brew and some eats cause um "Niggas be rollin'" Verse 2: I got more rhymes
bruh, the people before me go under Yo we gotta gotta get we gotta get we gotta get Gotta get, gotta gotta gotta get get over Somewhere over the rainbow
like you know bitch I'm on some grown shit It's the Thelonious, super microphonist You know us, this rap shit we 'bout to own it You know it, 'cause you
is far more than bats and gats It stems back to the roots of being true It's gonna get me Me, you just get you You What I look like, talkin about some