(busta rhymes)(chorus) Comin in the dance last night(uh hum) Busta boy fear last night(uh oh) Me couldn't find me nine(um hum) So me go, pull out me knife
(busta rhymes)(chorus) Comin in the dance last night(uh hum) Busta boy fear last night(uh oh) Me couldn’t find me nine(um hum) So me go, pull out me knife
of the bullshit You're watching the makings of a physco-path The truth didn't last Before the wrath and aftermath Who's that behind the trigger? Who'd do yah figure!? A mutha-fuckin night
For Your Touch Come And Set Me Free, Forever Yours I'll Be, Baby Won't You Come And Take This Pain Away [Diddy:] Last Night (Oh Last Night) I Couldn'
say that we do it for our baby but we don't, we do it for us It's lust, 'cuz neither one of us trusts each other so we fuck 'till we bust, 'till cuss
it for our baby but we don't, We do it for us, it's lust, Cuz neither one of us trusts each other, So we fuck 'til we bust, Then we cuss each other, out
is celebrated cause I made it One quarter through life some god-ly like thing created Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some Load up the mic and bust one
nigga on the west side buying my o'z, behind closed doors he sniffs it in his nose want to be like scarface sniffing the white im fucking this niggas bitch all last night
'm trapped in hell And Satan told me sold my soul No forgiveness for the sacrilegious nigga outta control I bust a cap in the middle of the night And
the phat Ghost, them came March 1st My eighth platoon got murked, got burnt for all our work After the funeral, I played low, countin' my last ten g'
a ticket Wicked My stature when you're in my rapture Meet me on the street? I'm the nicest brother you meet Confusing sometimes, the way I bust a rough rhyme
I live life the fly way Used to bang and hustle but I traded for the big game Infamy got dumped for fame Now I'm known and respect as creator of the crime rhyme
a slinky Slip and slide with my twinkie Welcome to my world As it winds and it twists I'm a kick a funky little rhyme that you missed Boo loo chewy wewwy
bubbles up your ass I'm so crass that I'm the last of my kind Me, Slick Willie in the DC Shrine Sometimes I rhyme just for kicks Forget the bullshit and bust
: [Chorus Pt 1] Take that motherfucker here's a bomb on y'all Dynamite in the heat of the night I get raw Get the mic get creative and break the last
to say, the chosen one for defeat And I spot you in the crowd while I flash in the spotlight How you wish you could be more like me and bust over beats
till I url Boomerang dunn, QB bust they gun Keep them PC niggas on the run, one Mahti specialist, 2-5 the nemesis The last verse, "T.O.N.Y." remember
: (feat. Busta Rhymes, Lil Scrappy, Free) Remix, Free Remix, Busa Bus Missy, Lil Scrappy lets go [Lil Scrappy:] Hey Shorty, I like the way u ass it