my people everywhere Say what Throw your hands in the air Ya don’t stop To my people in new york Ya don’t stop To my people down south Ya don’t stop To my
my people everywhere Say what Throw your hands in the air Ya don't stop To my people in new york Ya don't stop To my people down south Ya don't stop To my
up enough to make tunes. People Cheered me. It was Foreign, then came Low End Theory. People quickly reconized who we are, Phife is ill and Busta is a
but... effortless shit. Effortless... effa-efortless. Mmm-hmm. Turn my music up, Duro. Yo, yo, you my hero. Make the shit get loud-a. Even more in my
dumb rhymes Go to work and serve MC's in the lunchline But when it comes crunch time, where do my punchlines go Who must I show, to bust my flow Where
us, make a soul one please... [Chorus] [verse 3: Busta Rhymes] Every single day i wake up, I'm always ready and willing Always focus on my grind
keep shit simple. Can-a-bitch don't want no beef with Slim? Noooo! Not even on my radar, So won't you please jump off my dick Lay off and stay off,
first man! That's cause you whack! What?!? I ain't whack nigga, I got some raps for all ya'll Nigga my raps fresh, I'ma bust my raps first, you can bust
style is bitten (Rakim) You heard my melody, read about my life in the papers All my run-ins with authorities Felonious capers Now you want to live my
, running And running, running And running, running And running, running And- In this context there's no disrespect So when I bust my rhyme you break
runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and... In this context, there's no disrespect, so, when I bust my rhyme
you ready? Cuz I am every metaphor You are nearly ready for The media predator Cuz I’ll bust in your session and kick my own raps, yes Grab the microphone
yeah yeah... Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah... Jah and Busta-Bus (Heh) Jaheim and Busta baby (Heh) Jah and Busta baby... [Busta Rhymes] Yeah.. wife in law, my
his bluff When it rains it pours now, my pains are yours as yours are what's mine, define, revolvin doors (nigga!) Chorus: Busta Rhymes (Why?) All my
birds. Fall back when I shine on my shine, two shows follow behind. It’s a fucked up vehicle. switchin my lines. Hotel asks a nigga: "could I share my
Brand new, yea brand new Ha, brand new for all y'all massive and crew people across the world Yea Busta Rhyme hot shit more and more and more Motherfuker
out Now I zoom in on you and my niggas start stalkin you out Chuck down that bullshit that you be callin about This one's for my people and my niggas
