you with me Yea, I see you, holla All my bitches, if you're with me Yea, I see you, holla Holla at me now, c'mon Yea, Busta Rhymes, cookin' up a little
Nevertheless we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat {Chorus w/ slightly different (ad libs)} {Busta Rhymes} Holla at me now, c'mon! Yeah.. Busta Rhymes
Nevertheless we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat [Chorus w/ slightly different (ad libs)] [Busta Rhymes] Holla at me now, c'mon! Yeah.. Busta Rhymes
ain't... Givin a motherfucker, heheheheheh Yeah, niggaz [Danny Boy] ...mad at cha Cause I ain't mad at cha [Verse One: 2Pac] Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind Quick to holla
I'm a thug nigga Up befo' the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers Tell me if it's on, nigga then we first to bomb Bust on these bitch-made niggaz
nigga Up before the sunrise quicker than the drug dealers Tell me if it's on Nigga then we first to bomb Bust on these bitch made niggaz hit em' up
You'll never find a thuggish bunch of niggas like us (like us) Don't be so quick to test us I'll be annoyed and might bust I'ma have to talk to Eazy through
: [feat. Ludacris, T-Pain, Busta Rhymes, Mavado, Twista, Birdman, Ace Hood, Fat Joe, Jadakiss, Bun B, Game & Waka Flocka Flame] [Talking: DJ Khaled &
killin (what?) Fuck rap, a lot of y'all all is just acts Trust that - you rhyme all wack on rough tracks Bust and then we all black when you get bust
my rhymes and crews are fat Check out my ryhmes, and now check my gat because I'm always strapped pack with a loaded rhyme And steppin niggaz get knocked
who got it, huh, who got it?) Yeah, what, it's a Shaolin thing y'all, get familiar [Inspectah Deck] Truth scholar, you holla up the few dollars I work
t about rhymes Cash on delivery, not leavin' without mines Face tried to powder my shine, it's about time To politic, poppin' the clip, bust off the hot shit Holler
motherfucker I ain't got no time Young money like the lakers in their prime (prime prime prime) Make money off a mother fucking rhyme (rhyme rhyme rhyme
Holla at 'ye, hit me with the beat Put me on my feet Sound so sweet Yes I'm the same ol' G, same goatee Stayin' low key, nope Holler at God "Man why'd
sore thumb on pawn shop tech nine, bitch I'm known for jammin Smoke Mary, Mary, Mary Put a mean ass flow on top of bad vocabulary I bust through, intrude
