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Busta Rhymes Hit Em Wit Da Heat

Hit you with the heat is that what you really want? What you really want is that what you really want? We hit you with the heat is that what you really

to make it official Hollow heads make him an issue, makin 'em hit you Feel the force of a real nigga in this My niggaz'll tear the club up [Chorus] [Royce Da

to domes though ozone Thousands of bodies bein' found around me Bottles of bud and double-U-double E-D N9ne milla rhyme killa Fuck wit me I'll take that bust of myron D And throw 'em

I'm sneezin', wit' hundred dollar bills Foes I'm squeezin', breezin' Through your nearest town wit' the frown expression Those Bronx streets left a lastin' impression Now think about this, imagine Cru rhymers

m making the street pop, I'll be back on the block, Strapped wit a heat rock, Hit ya wit a banger, like a beef in the detox, Look, she be makin every

out out) But you need to put some gum in your mouth (hell yes) Cause before I hear you rhyme or you get a beat from Quik Shyheim Da Kid Yo yo this

throwin up sevens When we rock hits to the sky throw em up to the heavens Us and crews clash no more we built it from poor Me and Royce hit and restore

A busta, you musta been fuckin on drugs and alcohol back off, all a y'all, up against the wall Spread 'em, Doggs, go get 'em Hand-cuff 'em and stuff 'em, cold shed 'em

you need me , we gonna worst turn into fighters yea yea bitch ya muthaphukkin biter Cock And, Squeeze, Bust Dirty Dozen dont fuck wit us Detroit niggaz roll deep hold heat