that'll get me blown, blown (Yes) And yes I got a problem with you tryin to' be me Well, it's just me tryin' to be me that'll get me blown, blown (Huh
blown (blown) ({Busta} Yes) And yes I got a problem with you tryin' to be me When it's just me tryin' to be me that'll get me blown(blown) (Hwuh) And
blown(blown) (Hwuh) And (Yes) I hate you hatin' on me (Unless) you wanna see them lasers homie All up in your face, that'll get you blown (blown) And
blown (blown) ({Busta} Yes) And yes I got a problem with you tryin' to be me When it's just me tryin' to be me that'll get me blown(blown) (Hwuh) And (
kick 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
I just miss you (oh) Homie I'll never forget you (no) [Verse 2] For you, I wanan write the sickest rhyme of my life So sick it'll blow up the mic, It
(nigga) Against all odds [Chorus] Hoping my thug motherfuckas know This be the realest shit I ever wrote (nigga) Against all odds Up in the studio, gettin blow (blow
assist [Chorus] x 2 You ain't no gangsta You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker You fake fraudulent motherfucker You ain't a gangsta I should cut ya, cock back and bust
hah!! got you all in check Verse one: busta rhymes, ol dirty bastard Busta rhymes up in the place with the oh-dee-bee Busta rhymes you rhyme (dirty) whaaaat? (you rhyme
Q-tip:i got the busta bust Yo, we make the shit wild hot Busta:we got kamaal Complete, we make the shit wild hot Q-tip:i got the busta bust Yo, we make
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
like your rapping to riddles Got harlem looking like we a pack of skittles I’m a tyko fanatic, phsyco sematic, Type blow ? gamatic? , life go dramatic Hydro’s a habit bitch [busta rhymes
get real serious Busta Rhymes, Flipmode Squad, Swizz Beatz, check it out [verse 1] yo it's like tic tac toe the god is back, make bitches say hoe blow
blazest (Spliff Starr) Niggas run they mouth about my click Not smart I bust your bloodclot Then drop you upon the sidewalk (Chi-chi-chi-Blow!!!) Hit ya ass wit a vicious blow
blazest (spliff starr) Niggas run they mouth about my click Not smart I bust your bloodclot Then drop you upon the sidewalk (chi-chi-chi-blow!!!) Hit ya ass wit a vicious blow
sky Peace to my outer space ties I'm in leather like the ladies Bigger than crack in the 80's (80's echo's) Drive the buggy I Mercedes Blow up like
