dollars And how we keep our products I'm a holla, tomorrow 'Cuz for some reason it's always a hater around Then you know me, duffing 'em out and busting
dollars And how we keep our products I'm a holla, tomorrow 'cause for some reason its always a hater around Then you know me, duffing em out and busting
P'll hollow the guns Holla at sons if you feel a nigga holla back then you swallow the ones [Sheek] (uh, uh, uh) Y'all dem bust in them crowd niggaz
you rapping It¡A?s embraced across the globe It¡A?s truly amazing How it gives people hope That beat is dope Y¡A?all holla at the
find like chinks in a nail shop Holla, cheah! [Cassidy] Ayo, get back get back for I click clack click clack Where that shit at? Get that 'for I bust
dopefiend, my rhymes and crews are fat Check out my ryhmes, and now check my gat because I'm always strapped pack with a loaded rhyme And steppin niggaz
Ah Fashigidate Mr.Boney Bone Corleon LiL Zane And the one and only Busta Chavigidate Holla at 'em Zane let 'em know how we do pimpin' (ZANE:) Wasn't
Ai ya ya yio Busta Rhymes, ya gotsa be the sure shot Flipmode, ya gotsa be the sure shot Aftermath, ya gotsa be the sure shot My live niggaz y'know, who
a glock in my hood It don't stop 'til a nigga drop I don't drop but I bust hot slugs from a drop top Yeah, Rhyme Son and Prodeje, that's the way to
Blaze (who got it, huh, who got it?) Yeah, what, it's a Shaolin thing y'all, get familiar [Inspectah Deck] Truth scholar, you holla up the few dollars
Better DC like go barrack Girl drunk it like a Fiji And she blow my socks Every night she comin' through For me to fuck that Found out she had a man, I holla
Big booty but no cellulete I'll grab it, stab it, 'cause I gots to have dag nabbit Fuck it like rabbit, wanna make it holla Oh what the hell, bust a
(Dre Dog) Muthafucka so I heard you like to run your mouth But eat this rhyme so you can taste what I'm a talk about That sewer rat mack in black is back
Had Know Dat She Did It Before She Probably Did It Galow So We Did It Some More And We Did It Some More Like Busta Rhyme Said She Holla Give Me Some
't gonna win no way... my niggas bring the heat theres not a summer day... so mind on my mutha fckn money mind on my mutha fckn money oooooo... [Speakin: Busta Rhymes
keep killin' (What?) Fuck rap, a lot of y'all all is just acts Trust that, you rhyme all wack on rough tracks Bust and then we all black when you get bust
in the dirty waterway speaker cabinets Maximum b-boy axiom stabbin shit Intellectual women find that my rhyme style relaxes them And wonder if I fuck to the same rhyme
to you I'm talkin' too... All my bitches That live the hood life, Good life, My bitches That don't need A nigger for shit, Bitches, Niggas gotta holla