[Busta Rhymes] Yea.. Check it out, see The only thing you need to do right here is, Is nod your fuckin head Yeah, yeah Break ya fuckin neck bitches Yeah
dick in her mouth Get cha' homegirl to come start lickin' ya out And swingin' about until I start kickin' em' out Because ya... [Hook: Kokane] [Busta Rhymes
[DJ Clue] & (Busta Rhymes) Yeah DJ Clue (Yeah) Desert Storm (Yeah) Fabolous (Flipmode) With Wilma M. Holla (Busta Bus alright) [Busta Rhymes] Pay attention
pussy sound get bucked Souf Mos 'n Bussa Rhymes too bad man-a-shutout WATCH OWT! Give a damn whut fancy car ya hop owt Shut down your game like da NBA lockout [Busta Rhymes
the disco tech Woo hah, I got you all in check Throw your hands up in the air don't ever disrespect Woo hah, I got you all in check Busta Rhymez, up
D E F and LAPD Words from a motherfuckin' OG, ammo dump Pumps the sounds that you bump in your trunk So turn it up punk, what'cha 'fraid of? What'cha
If Peter Piper pecked 'em, I betcha biggie bust 'em He probably tried to fuck him, I told him not to trust him Lyrically, I dust 'em, off like Pledge
had a clue of what Id really do. The ghetto pushin through, but I'ma do it right. Never buckle, never stop to struggle! Layzie gotta muscle through the pressure, bust
told her she could keep it And then I walked out the store, it's our secret But peep it made it down the hall, she came running Bags about to bust, blouse
with us South Side nigga and we down tah bust I'm #1 Too many niggaz takin' rap for a joke You be up for one minute and then the next you're flat broke Rhyme
lady Bay-beh, bay-beh, bay-bee Ha! I make it happen, ladi de, ladi da When I was a boy I said "Oh" but now I'm a man saying "Ah" Cha cha cha, who
I know girl this gonna get serious like Thriller You gon' feel that monster get bigger And I ain't got no rhyme for the next part I ain't got no rhyme
my pillow I know girl this gonna get serious like Thriller You gon' feel that monster get bigger And I ain't got no rhyme for the next part I ain't got no rhyme
hataz gotta go I flew to L.A. just last week Jumped in the limo, checked in the suite Made a few calls, it's time to go Bust a few rhymes at the studio
't even understand it Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? Slim Shady Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? Slim motherfuckin' Shady Won't you busa rhyme for
, these labels like ooh my (State your naaaame, gangsta!) [Cha Cha] It's the C-H-A, say it with me niggaz Cha Cha Cha, y'all Cha Cha Cha You cannot
you, who swing like you We block shots in the ring lightning Rock hot rocks kill, get the cream still Blasphemous mind, ill steal rhyme skill Nas couldn't rhyme
5, The Roots crew [Verse 1] Big respect to the Get fresh, yes Have you ever seen a show and fellas on the mic make one minute rhymes that don't come