Lyrics:
swisher sweets
Want some fucking crack
Gon' and hit me on my beep
A-I-R, sipping on the barre
Nigga you don't understand
Nigga in our car
Got 4 TV's all up
staggering
Scrambling cause theirs a whole lot of shit we be handling
My hands all in the money, fuck it we dibble and dabbling
Got you imaging how this
twitch off Jay Z
Ho's in animal skirts get murked
Don't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt (woo)
Don't ever let a nigga tell you play the bar
this ain't the squash beef state
You thinkin' make up, we thinkin' Lark Voorhies face
The twin Eagle'll air his coupe, might as well ride by in
like the RZA, like Nas, like Jay
'Cause I mastered the flow from back in the day
Respected by my peers from Drizzy to Cole to Kenny
Thank you for
Yes y'all, in the parTY
I be Busta Rhymes y'all
And my nigga Ramp, The Last Boy Scout
Showin you what we talkin bout, HAAAH!
Feel me out, listen
ghosted
Busta rhymes couple time for these niggas that be thinkin I can’t flip modes
Hall of fame in the game when u playin gotta win don’t wanna lose no
[Busta Rhymes]
Genesis, Genesis
Genesis, Genesis
Genesis, Genesis
Genesis, Genesis
[Chorus]
As we welcome you all to the future
Oh! We come
any nigga challeging
Blow one all in your knee cap leave you staggering
Scrambling cause theirs a whole lot of shit we be handling
My hands all in
Oi P, I'm disappointed in you ya know (I am)
Ah you ain't no where near ready for me (Hah)
I'm on a next ting for you (yeah)
All you do is remix my
pieces of art that has come out in
My generation and that's what I did why can I
Say that? Why I don't have to affect
All this humility and shit is
Because
Like woo like woo
Like woo like woo
Turn me up y'all y'all gotta say that
Like woo like woo
You gotta hit that Rick Flair on they ass
Like woo
Seen
play a game of catch-up
(Woo!)
I was born to rhyme
The illest of poets, I go in and now they're all mortified
Shut up and come and explore my mind
Then
Oh nah nah
Whole clique here with the "Ra-Ra"
You ain't with the smoke or the zaza
Laughin' in his face like "Ha, ha"
Aye, man, y'all know what
the remix, y'all
For real, the real side
(The RZA, check it)
Razor blade sharp
Peace to the Clan
No other producer can compare, boy
Word up
Bring it,
the remix, y'all
For real, the real side
(The RZA, check it)
Razor blade sharp
Peace to the Clan
No other producer can compare, boy
Word up
Bring it,
[Verse 2]
Busta Rhymes givin it to y'all n**** so check me out
While I pick up my crew and pick up Rah Digga
I'm talkin 'bout how we be puttin it down
Monday night, you know things change with time
Magic City back lookin' like '89
All the homies on the Southside up in the Ritz (woo)
Tuesday night,
Chorus:
(Busta Rhymes)
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at? (2X)
Where
Chorus:
(Busta Rhymes)
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at? (2X)
Where
Yeah Flipmode Squad
Yeah their ain't nothing iller
Busta Rhymes got another killer
Niggas be getting all in playing Cee Lo
We be getting money
After we did all the
Groundwork, outta nowhere
Here you come jumpin' in
Why should we fuckin' bring you in after
We got all these views comin' in?
Why
ladies get silly, shake ya double D titties
All my thugs throw it up if you a G, off in ya silly
Fuck a nigga, tried to rob me
Had to get the busta
Y'all know what this is (D-Block!)
Oh yeah, by the way
This is the remix (Woo!)
[Chorus]
You can kiss your ass goodbye (d-block, d-block,
.JPG/236px-Out4Fame-Festival_2015_-_Busta_Rhymes_-_2_(cropped).JPG "Busta Rhymes")
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