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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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Bitch, what's the problem
F*ck you talking 'bout my nigga, I got 'em
I got 'em

Bitch, what's the problem
F*ck you talking 'bout my nigga, I got 'em
Need I remind 'em, they must've forgotten
F*ck this bitch up from the top to the bottom
Kill 'em all 'til they decaying, they rotting
Whip shit I can't pronounce, just know it's foreign
Spaceship outside and the fiber is carbon
I'm making 'em sick again, bitch get here, vomit
F*ck
Bitch, what's the problem
F*ck you talking 'bout my nigga, I got 'em
Me taking Ls while talking so uncommon
Shit hide their shit before my niggas rob 'em
You better off dead or probably playing possum
And stay on the ground 'cause there's no better option
Then f*ck up this bitch with another concoction
Clear up the block with a blare from a shotgun
Bitch, what's the problem
F*ck you talking 'bout my nigga, I got 'em
Clown niggas from miles away, we still spot 'em
Man, f*ck around and end up on a milk carton
Nigga wondering who shot him
Grave located, don't post your nigga garden
Pop niggas up, now watch my way I rock 'em
I chop a brick up now watch how they gon' cop 'em
I mop the clique up on top of how I flop them
Get got in your gut no matter how I drop 'em
Plot against us now watch how we just stop 'em
What we 'posed to do? Nigga from the bottom
Plant the money tree and get the money when it blossom
How the f*ck is they gon' stop him
Clout thirsty niggas on the gram, we block 'em
Pull up and watch the way the bitches flockin'

Flocka! Waka Flocka!
Most you niggas really caca (and)
Get the passing, meet Mavaca (and)
Bitch you know I keep the choppa (and)
Every single time I pop 'em (and)
Pop 'em make the ratchet pop-pop
Pop-pop-pop-pop
I make that ratchet pop-pop

Think you niggas can f*ck with my clique I say "Oh no no"
How could be better, nigga could be never heard of, no
F*ck the building up, promoters screaming out "Oh no no"
Until they shut us down, they got every hood fiending like "Oh no no"

Bitch, what's the problem
F*ck you talking 'bout my nigga, I got 'em (watch how I)
How I wack 'em and I sock 'em
Outer space with it how I Mr. Spock 'em
And cop me a planet, f*ck it up like Saturn
Batmobile whipping, pulling up to Gotham
Chamomile sipping, counting blood with Pac-Man
Gotta chill, bitches know I beg your pardon
Bitch, what's the problem
How'd you f*ck it up my nigga, I got 'em
Y'all niggas know that what we do is awesome
You better off leaving, purchase you a coffin
You gon' thank me in the morning
You know that I keep shooting, the gun barrel scorching
Lay you to rest and spin the Wheel of Fortune
Do shit that keep all of you niggas talking
Bitch, what's the problem
F*ck you talking 'bout my nigga, I got 'em
F*ck shit up here and all the way to Scotland
And broke him up when there's no reason to pop him
And talk my shit clear, I'll let the speaker knock him
Motherfucker got him flockin'
I talk to the streets to be my final calling
Walk and go sleep, that be your final warning

Fl-Fl-Fl-Fl-Flocka! Wacka Flocka!
Most you niggas really caca (and)
Get the passing, meet Mavaca (and)
Bitch you know I keep the choppa (and)
Every single time I pop 'em (and)
Pop 'em make the ratchet pop-pop
Pop-pop-pop-pop
I make that ratchet pop-pop

Think you niggas can f*ck with my clique I say "Oh no no"
How could be better, nigga could be never heard of, no
F*ck the building up, promoters screaming out "Oh no no"
Until they shut us down, they got every hood fiending like "Oh no no"

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