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Busta Rhymes

Trevor Tahiem Smith, Jr., (born May 20, 1972), better known by his stage name Busta Rhymes, is an American rapper, producer and actor. Chuck D of Public Enemy gave him the alias Busta Rhymes after NFL wide receiver George "Buster" Rhymes. Early in his career, he was known for his wild style and fashion, and today is best known for his intricate rapping technique, which involves rapping at a fast rate with lots of internal rhyme and half rhyme, and to date has received eleven Grammy nominations for his musical work. About.com included him on its list of the 50 Greatest MCs of Our Time (1987–2007), while Steve Huey of Allmusic called him one of the best and most prolific rappers of the '90s. In 2012, The Source placed him on their list of the Top 50 Lyricists o… more »

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1998

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Word up Busta Bus my motherfuckin nigga man. (Bus) Yeah this one nigga 
right there 

What what yo you know Nore type a nigga stay real trump 
I ain't the type to fight a nigga just blaze you up 
What the f*ck? All you niggaz want to say what what 
While you half way thugs sound a half way what 
If you ain't with Busta Bus then shut the f*ck up 
Niggaz is snakes, in other words just like jakes 
Yo, I sell raps, used to sell crack on crates 
Its like a stock that shot, oh look what it dropped 
Yo, I hate to have to send my niggaz all in you spot 
Like Spliff Star 
Shootin right all in your car 
Busta Bus plug the engine, with bananas 
Even if they lose, its like we still got cameras 
We play the game like the movie, smoke Lucy 
B.I.G. gone, but my favorite song still Juicy 

Yo, ya-yo, yo closed caption, son don't even know what's happenin 
Before the second thought, make you feel the wrath of my clappin 
(Boom!) Fire flashin, two holes up in your head matchin 
Dope fiend in the corner, itch from eight scars scratchin 
(Huh) We make the nutta butta, thick creamy shit from the gutter 
Paranoid these niggaz, flip and make they heartbeat flutter 
You's a sucker, (ha) lace you up with my box-cutter 
Your mother love your other son like you ain't even his brother 
Pussy nigga, I flip up to the max on you, nigga 
Pose the violent threat immediately, black on you nigga 
Sky maskin', f*ck whatever question you askin 
Busta Rhyme and Nore connect on the train, we attachin 
Hold your corner, violatin 'cross the border (huh) 
Try to catch my jewel, spyin with your tape recorder 
F*ck is wrong with you?! Don't you know we raw till the end? 
Battlefield shit, Flipmode Squad, CNN 

[Chorus] 
Busta Rymes (What, what!) Noreaga (What, what!) Flipmode (What, what!) 
Thugged Out (What, what!) Spliff Star (What, what!) Busta Rhymes (What, what!) 
Noreaga (What, what!) Thugged Out (What, what!) Flipmode (What, what!) 
Busta Rhymes (What, what!) Noreaga (What, what!) Thugged Out (What, what) 
Spliff Star (What, what!) Flipmode (What, what!) Busta Rhymes (What, what!) 
Noreaga (What, what!) 

(What, what) Yo, it's the same as any, in this game you want to lose 
Jump out the Ac, run up with the Uz', don't move Magically Maze 
Lyrically invade like a SWAT raid, top grade rockin wallaby suede 
I'm always coppin, poppin, three in the air 
For my niggaz not here 
Locked in Whitney, tipsies 
Specifically, and twist me when its Cristy 
 
Let me go again, make sure the shits soakin 
Thugged Out and Flipmode is like next of kin 
Yo, we do what up, sendin em niggaz that will screw it up 
What! Handle your business, God, even if ?Kalu? what up 
I rock Clarks, on and off, like John Starks 
What? Shoot at your face, God, aim at your heart 
Yo, from Indiana to Atlanta, God we got this 
Jose Luis, thugs just put me in the hotlist 
I rip shows, but never gotta go at hoes 
Stay travellin, playin click, just stay froze 
I got the left arm, stay in the game like Montan' 
My thug charm is everywhere now, dot com 
Hear me anytime, you can access it 
W dot Nore, yo, suck my dick 
Peep me with Akinyele, yo, fuckin for free 
On some thug shit, my thugs stay fuckin with me 
What! 

Yo, every battle 
Nigga I got your gat, so let me splatter 
Into smithereens 
Throw some bullets in his jeans 
Another thug story, I bust my gun for Nore 
Snap a nigga neck, now the law lookin for me 
I'm thugged out, bugged out, blow your fucking mug out 
No di-doubt, I see you can't eat what you dish out 
Watch, I reach in your soul, nigga and pull the bitch out 
Watch my tech rise, feel the shells that it spit out 
I'm warning you, send twenty niggaz deep to corner you 
Dressed in black 
From Brook' to I-raq 
Blastin Mack 10's, I be killin ya Benz 
Live coverage at ten, on CNN 

[Chorus] 

What,what!

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