to where my skin was suffocating my ribs Now we got bitches interior decorating my crib Touch the love I got like you holdin my heart in my hand And
my magic, bitches wanna follow my doe Keepin ya bouncing, got all my people singin the hook Got bitches buggin like how niggas be wild in the brook Look, we street niggas
yeah c’mon Hollis crew, represent baby c’mon Dj hurricane represent baby c’mon All the ladies c’mon, shake it baby c’mon All the females c’mon, shake
-Yeah All my niggas Yeah-yeah all my bitches Yeah-yeah all my thugs Yeah-yeah all my soldiers Yeah-yeah all my honeys Yeah-yeah all my playas Yeah
I be? The one that got you ready to run The one with rhyme or reason to bust my gun Whats the outcome, another nigga gettin smoked? Another nigga found
from Busta Rhymes) [Busta Rhymes] It's Spliff Star up in the spot c'mon It's Rah Digga in the spot c'mon Rampage is in the spot c'mon Yeah, Roc Marc
the fire along, c'mon) We still here (Bring the fire along, c'mon) It's star time (Bad Boy, M.O.P., Busta Rhymes) Motherfuckers Yeah, c'mon [P. Diddy
back To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is
you with me Yea, I see you, holla All my bitches, if you're with me Yea, I see you, holla Holla at me now, c'mon Yea, Busta Rhymes, cookin' up a little
deluxe shit '98 Check it out I be the street shit The nigga your mama freak with Put y'all niggas on it y'all know how to keep a secret When I
like how I dress Yo, fuck you and pops, I'm outta here Both of y'all can kiss my ass All cops want me, so does the F.B.I. Because my rhymes are fly
y'all take off y'all jackets What's your name baby? word? okay Tell your friend right there this, this my man Busta [Verse: Busta Rhymes] Hah, I know
sell a sticker on the tape your DJ tickles I jiggle and juggle the rhymes like I was to keep you suckers all waiting My tub I rub a dub it with my
like "Yeah, yeah, yeah (C'mon) Yeah, yeah, yeah (C'mon) Yeah, yeah, yeah" It's like that [Helter Skelter] Hey yo, I can rhyme as long as my dick get
sent to get me boo, is on they to get you Fuckin' wit' chu, that small time crack dealin' nigga He a bitch too, they gon? bust his shit too Shits real
PM Need the info, Jaz on the C.N.N Forever touchin' my workers beginnin' you're endin' Nigga your style's no style my style's hostile C'mon, faggot nigga
[Royce Da 5'9"] {C'mon!} I smoke good like a Rasta mon All around me I'm on point like a octogon I'm the optimum I'ma be eatin until my belly stick out
need a silver bullet Any one of you niggas fuck with me then it'll heat up Y'all do nigga's beats I make niggas give the beat up Any nigga step up I'ma