make it hurt C'mon, stomp yo' feet until we make it hurt Pound that shit until we make it hurt Until we make it hurt, now let's make it hurt {Verse
make it hurt Throw yo' pussy 'til you make it hurt Pop that shit until you make it hurt Bounce 'til you really wanna make it hurt Now bang yo' head until
make it hurt C'mon, stomp yo' feet until we make it hurt Pound that shit until we make it hurt Until we make it hurt, now let's make it hurt [Verse
Blowing niggas tops, what? Flipmode up in this bitch, The Rulership Movement nigga Check it, let me talk, check it, check it [Busta Rhymes] There's
rhyme Tight rhyme, Had to thug it out, but it came in time, just in time And if you give it to me, my thugs gon' give it you So either way we go about
you bustas think It might sink in sometime But I won't blink We go against everything Smoke all the green Got the flow wrong Swing it aint nothing to me We put it
a coffin Punk stuff don't make it back, very often I got Erick to take care of the Sermon Ashes to ashes, dust, bodies burnin Bustin open the doors to
just want you more I buy you flowers, you throw 'em at me I know it's sad but it's making me happy The more that you slap me, the more that it turns me
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
went to stick it up the shit hurt Moms wouldn't take it, the bitch still hates me One day she said, "Go rake leaves," I said, "Make me!" I'm proud to
here nuttin' Word Up, got to pay Yeah, Its like that right Blow his Back out, make his shoes work Aiyyo, this shit be off the knock it rock whatever cock block it
I can flow on tempo, off tempo It makes me no difference So play that beat, play it, kick it, watch me Flip it, with dope lyrics, you want to hear it?
let it...uh-hah. I knowwwwwwwwww... Still here, take notes and let it float. Ha-ha. Still here, take...and let it... you can see it. You can do the same
dutch Pop that, pop that, jiggle that fat Don't stop, get it till your clothes get wet [Busta] Aha, aha, aha, ay yo Missy It would be my pleasure If
is just all rhyme and G Then he make it to the door, and he can't find the key Don't know what it be, to make y'all follow my lead Or make this pretty
I swear to god im really gon snap [Chorus] [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] Right now Ima give ya somethin thatll make a nigga beg please When the bullet blows by make