New York shit Kid Capri on my New York shit DJ Red Alert on my New York shit Funkmaster Flex on my New York shit Woo, I'm on my New York shit B.I.G.
New York shit Razor in my mouth on my New York shit (Ladies and Gentlemen!!!) [Busta Rhymes] Yeah! I'm on my New York shit Got the world followin the
would hit more notes than Ron Isley I wouldn't rhyme about Rolleys if I had no watch Wouldnt write about crack if I ain't had no spot You talk six coupe shit
for. Where you think you goin. Where you think you goin. Where you think you goin Aiiyo, what you doin nigga. Where you think you goin. Verse 3: busta rhymes
more verses than the book of job [busta rhymes] Why are you ignoring us Running into hiding and avoiding us Niggas on the low be recording us My rhyme flow remain poisonous Thus Yo your shit
Hoo! Yeah it's another one of them marvelous shits Yeah, Flipmode, huh, Busta Rhymes shit, yeah So remarkable, yeah As I say it over and over again
entourage off with just one rhyme One rhyme... one rhyme... just one rhyme I don't give a fuck I kill em with just one rhyme Woo, hah, heh, yahah,
again, rise wit me mufuckas As I welcome you all to the genesis A whole new foundation, A whole new idea A whole new experience A whole... entire... new... movement Busta Rhymes
-repeat chorus 2x- -busta rhymes- Yeah flipmode raw deluxe hot shit 1998 1999 year 2000 Say what lord have mercy Say what rampage the last nigga Say what busta rhymes
[busta rhymes] Yeah.. busta rhymes now, flipmode now, check it See we in two-thousand-and-three already, catch up to us Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hah, huh
Niggaz talk shit then they abandon ship Niggaz talk shit, then they abandon ship Niggaz talk shit then they abandon ship Verse One: Rampage the Last Boy Scout, Busta Rhymes
chinie pass the heini, onset offset. No prisoners at war a quarter to cutthroat is the new school law. You better be in by sundown. Sending death threats from miles around. Busta bust
down Put up your peace sign, put your index down Put up your peace sign, put your index down Put up your peace sign, put your index down [Busta Rhymes
don't swear he nice, he knows he's nice You public enemy number one right now But fuck that there shit, spit that hydro ghetto, shit That's that shit
