nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self I do for my self,make moves for my self Cuz ain’t nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self I walk by myself,
nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self I do for my self,make moves for my self 'cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self I walk by myself
come wit' shit yet again. On the dance floor, chicks get horny. Hopin' that they all move on me. Word, for REAL for real. Do it hard for the love of the
girls Selling their bodies for love. See, we still got drawness manning slavery, God please save us, make a soul one please... [Chorus] [verse 3: Busta Rhymes
is at now. Busta what it is right now,busta what it is right now, Busta what it is right now,busta what it is right now, Busta what it is right now,busta
in a little corner, no one to help you Yo, it’s like this, you know sometimes you gotta stand up strong for self Do the little things on your own Strive hard, strive for
) Rah digga (rah digga) Baby sham (baby sham) Rampage (rampage) Yeah Another voyage nigga (another one) [busta rhymes] One two three Come on (chorus) [busta rhymes
Busta Rhymes] Ay yo, I been one of the most humble Reppin' streets to the core Ay Jeffrey, what the fuck you come and bother me for? It's been a long
E Dub what da fuck you wan do to Im (E-Dub) E-Dub and Ja An eye for an eye, Gat for Gat Peep Game, Cover the Mic and Spit Flamez Two cats who come strapped, self
sudden you don't know or can't remember can't recall can't bring to mind that rhyme that place do not chase I run a marathon a race of rhymes in your
to blow themselves up Could be anything When will certain people realize An afterlife is nothing to live for Nothing to die for, nothing to fight for
breakin' you off And you lossin', betta look to Falsin', that'll be coffins for all of ya offspring Well, that'll be coffins for all of ya offspring For
in Jesus 'cuz for me he did die Curiosity killed the catechism Understanding and wisdom became the rhythm that I played to And became a slave to master self
feel is self-explanatory (Stop, stop, stop, stop) Yo, I know the streets is watchin' Dirty date niggas cock-blockin' and plottin' Waitin' for my downfall
was busted, disgusted, and couldn't be trusted He tried to battle me and found self-destruction 2 Live Crew, 2 li-2 li-2 Live Crew Bus-bust a rhyme, bus-bust a rhyme Bus-bust
hits for competition Like slitting your wrists Each sequel's so lethal That no other can equal Spark it up for the jam But rock it on for the people '
. Little young girls Selling their bodies for love. See, we still got drawness manning slavery, God please save us, make a soul one please... [Chorus] [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes
hardcore to the bone, I?m thuggish ruggish The Green-Eyed Bandit, I be Erick Sermon I gets real determined And one for the trouble and two for the bass
