I hate when you say, I Don't blow you away, I can't break through that way Our Friends told us We wouldn't last for the week I guess they think that
I hate when you say, I don't blow you away, I can't break through that way Our friends told us We wouldn't last for the week I guess they think that
You don't even know who I am Don't think I wanna know you I'm tired of running after you I won't say it started cause Cos' I don't need you I've given
t wait for me, yeah, won't wait, won't wait Just give me a beat that's bang, give me a beat that's bangin I'll bust 'til I'm deceased, yeah, wooo-oooh
Cause J-Bo is who I be, won't fuck with you, don't fuck with me So can't you see through the enemies You'd besta be all you can fucking be Stay sucker
this is a dream you'd wish you can wake Every dis you can take, personal We ain't friends trying to make amends If you ain't ever stole a gate you can
We bail out to take the jail back Niggas unite Our first date Can't wait to see you naked Touching you in every secret place I can hardly wait, to bust
Stuck, niggaz is lucky if we bust out this shit, plus mama told me never stop until I bust a nut Fuck the world if they can't adjust It's just as well
I'm too fat I fuck around and catch a asthma attack That's why I bust back, it don't phase me When he drop, take his glock, and I'm Swayze Summer break
running, running And running, running And running, running And- In this context there's no disrespect So when I bust my rhyme you break your necks We
something that you live to regret Or feel the heat so bad baby Yo, yo, yo, yo I be that nigga that you can’t see Breaking shit down in all actuality
now taken over your radioooo..... (b-real) Goin’ straight through the hole You ain’t got no game I’m breakin’ ya out the frame Coming through like a
Bust yo ear drums until none left (till none left) Whoa there busta, they don’t like us, they don’t love us well fuck em Oh you silly you don’t kill me
[Busta Rhymes] yo, it all began like, bust it My nigga City bout to bounce on a trip We met some niggas with alot of things they want em to flip I
know if I can't eat, ya can't sleep Plus I'm in denial, I just can't admit defeat My mind is my glock, keep my third eye cocked Bust mines off tops,
if I ain't gettin proper respect I don't care if you rap, I still spit in your grill I don't give a fuck, never have, never will If it ain't on your
