Why you got your ass on your shoulders Now, tryin' to spit at a bitch I lead inside Why you got your ass on your shoulders [Busta Rhymes] Yeah bitch
your head Then stomp your body out good after you dead Mother fucker I'll cut your blue coogie off You can catch me on the 40th side of Vernon QB north
go'head, lose your head Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs I walk around gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder Till I bust a clip in
lose your head Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs I walk around gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder Till I bust a clip in your face
only player out with a CT jersey You see me, heard me, felt me, purely The sickest on the earth, ain't no shit to cure me I am surely, a rhyme busta,
on, you best get on Before things start to happen and I lose my calm, Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup (Yeah), Smoking on a Kush Weed, not giving
: [B-Real] Call me the serial rhyme killer Mic-cord strangling, mangling, tangling, you in the web nigga Your head is dangling off of your shoulders
is in the house you better watch your mouth Cause we on that hood shit I'm hood rich Coming around your hood bitch [Chorus: T-Pain (Busta Rhymes)] I'
: (feat. Busta Rhymes) [Intro: Drake (Busta Rhymes)] You know alot of girls be (Drake! Busta Bus! Remix!) Thinkin my songs are about them This is not
who use to bust in one sec- -retary. It was a dude named Kev He went to church on a Sunday and turned his back on the rev- -olution. Bet, you caught on yet? OK, your
your memory when you said I want you Now should I keep going or should we call truce? (You think you're cute, right? Hahaha) You bet your sweet ass I
was I nervous, I said you must deserve this 'Cause this dick in my pants is all yours and it's at your service She rubbed on my penis, I mean you should
yo, I'm on the verge of a form That means I'm slipping, if I'm slipping then it's on, a ?setting form? A hah, I'm not having it, I'm on a hideout now
the front of the store Saw him on break next to the 'No Smoking' sign with a blunt and a Marl' Takin' my hits, writin' my hits Writin' my rhymes, playin
NyQuil when I'm bed on your ass Oh well then here comes the gellatiin Tips on some sugars but you yap on your sellin' friends Now your party is completely
the days when we was slaves I bet we was some cool ass niggaz But now we vultures, slam my nigga back out To make his ass black out, or even pull your
erase ya data- base, snatch your flavor, call you Gator-rade Trying to get major paid, like the upper class? You can't escape from the wrath, sufferin succatash Bust your ass
