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
rhyme I don't have any time to waste, I'm hip... don't even trip to an easy travel agent now we fly for free I can be fly for free, you want some flyer
the glass of your mind My rhyming will be the diamond that will cut through Lines say but you to do, you don't know what to Got wisdom like a tooth Incidentally
tip [I] Food tip? Well you just check [C] Cause you know what we need [I] What can I have? [Common] You can have your Life [Immens] You can have
s busted Bust it out, chant chant Common Sense you know is running things Let's show you we know you run it down You ain't seeing us though we running things Yeah, you
you Stop dry snitchin in your rhymes listen What you tryin to do help the guys in blue Indict duns so that could be another rhyme for you You a parasite
about everythang that happens to you So tell me do you have someone who you can call on? Do you have somone that you trust? And will they always be around you to protect you
rhyme I don't have any time To waste, I'm hip... don't even trip To an easy travel agent now we fly for free I can be fly for free, you want some flyer
represent Lox Now when I flow, you hit the rewind button So I charge out more, want it all at the door Fuck heat, Sheek, walk around with an oven Who you
tipped lead man Hear what I said man? Can all that weak noise I write, busta go and get your little weak boys You know what bring a player joy? Playin
-four era I cause terror, whatEVER Rainin on you punks with the funk, so get your umbrellas My guns cruise, tennis shoes, what's happenin I got
(Chorus) [Busta Rhymes] Hey you, don't you dare give me no type of argument, All these devils are mad because we be the most dominant, Hey, hit you
from smokin' dem sacks, am I a fool What can I do? 'Cause they be callin' me all the time And I think I'm gonna lose my mind, what can I do What can
white gorilla shit nobody ill a shit You never seen it before its all Ligitement Italiano bust holes to your guitano I got twelve ropes to hang you off
If it's about that bullshit (Make it stop) If you got that paper we can roll No time for hataz, gotta go It's about that money (Make it hot) Got to keep
tell You keep rapping in my ear got me mad as hell You talk a good game but I don't believe in you Be smoking lotta blunts but I got more weed than you
three bitches at the same time Grab the microphone sing my rhyme About them same three bitches that fucked me good Us niggas gotta do what the fuck we should when we want
that time 'cause now baby, your in my rhyme I remember you leaving, said I'll see you soon I remember us going in my room But I've never seen you, you