yeah yeah yeah, Yeah yeah yeah yeah... Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah... Jah and Busta-Bus (Heh) Jaheim and Busta baby (Heh) Jah and Busta baby... [Busta Rhymes
even seen before That's that shit! (Motherfuckers ain't never seen nothing like this before, for real man) It's goin down baby, uhh.. UHH! Busta Rhymes
t get you sea sick bitch, it get you c now Diplomat treat you like a beer bottle twist your cap Hustler shit, you never sold a bit of crack Chain you might get
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
:] Callin all live niggas BOOYAH!! Callin all live bitches OOH OOOOH!! Yes I hold a pound for y'all Say what? Busta Rhymes hold it down for y'all Get
Verse 1: I'm a natural born killa that's born to rise Flipmode is the squad so it's no surprise Niggas want to advertise about how we get down You
We Can Take It Outside Busta Rhymes (When Disasters Strike) [Verse 1:] I'm a natural born killa that's born to rise Flipmode is the squad so it's no
seats back Got the game to fuck wit ? jane? where you and her sleep at Verse 2: rah digga Lyrically inclined And inclined to get lyrical Checkin for residuals Rhymin
roll wit Yall go get niggas, I’m the one they go get Yall niggas don’t want nothing to do wit me Cause I spit guns and rhymes like their’s two of me
firm like Tom Cruise Please, let me get down and blow a fuse Actin' fools, brakin'...down to molecules Yo, let me hit you with my ill street blues Busta Rhymez
!" Cause (charlie says!) I love to rock the body (charlie says!) it really rings a bell (charlie says!) I love to rock the house now Yo busta rhymes throw down! [busta rhymes
too much on my mind Too much on my mind, just too much on my mind (repeat 4x) [busta rhymes] Aw baby, what a feeling, what a way to feel when you’re down
it hot baby, we won’t stop baby [busta rhymes] Hey yo swizz, once again see how we do it to ’em? c’mon! [chorus - 1] [busta rhymes] Flipmode records
I walk this globe I be spittin more verses than the book of job [busta rhymes] Why are you ignoring us Running into hiding and avoiding us Niggas on the low be recording us My rhyme
[busta rhymes] Just make sure them, them drums is smackin .. This, means, war!! I work hard to take care of every one of my niggaz Feel the love and
Sparkle with a gloss pushin a force now Now I get my wine and dine on, slide on A dick of a nigga who bust in you to get his shine on See some real live
male in paper work Lord We get together once more before we blow this Murdered nobody Left em all baseball'd down, brotha Three wicked ass 6's, Gucci colors [Busta Rhymes
class Starting trouble, throwin spitballs (yeah he’s a hardcore problem, uhh... detention!) [busta rhymes] Yo!! wake up in the morning to a big fat wow! Gotta get