Nevertheless we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat [Chorus w/ slightly different (ad libs)] [Busta Rhymes] Holla at me now, c'mon! Yeah.. Busta Rhymes
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
Nevertheless we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat {Chorus w/ slightly different (ad libs)} {Busta Rhymes} Holla at me now, c'mon! Yeah.. Busta Rhymes
way too long, bust out the pen, now it's on C'mon, Snoop Dogg, time to bone [Snoop Dogg] Ain't nuttin changed too down to hang I slang a bang with a rhyme
poppin [Chorus] [Break - Busta Rhymes & Meka] Ha, get that money Come fuck wit us Hands in the sky Keep on livin Do your own thing All my people holla
’m everything you want to be Cause I be struttin’ like a g.o.d Cause I be struttin’ like a g.o.d Cause I be struttin’ like a g.o.d [verse 1: busta rhymes
Busta Rhymes] Come on, yea, ha, ya, Busta Rhymes baby, yea, ha It's Flipmode baby, yea, come on We bout to cause a riot nigga [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes
[intro: sean paul (busta rhymes)] We make it clap, we make it clap (huh!) Yeah yeah yeah (flipmode!!!) busta rhymes (busta rhymes!!!) Sean-a-paul (sean
[DJ Clue] & (Busta Rhymes) Yeah DJ Clue (Yeah) Desert Storm (Yeah) Fabolous (Flipmode) With Wilma M. Holla (Busta Bus alright) [Busta Rhymes] Pay attention
(feat. Brinx & Busta Rhymes) I got my mind on my money and I'm not goin awayyyy... So keep on gettin yur paper... [Brinx:] Now you hold it's yur excellence
Den" show [Busta Rhymes] And if you don't knowww, now you know And if you don't knowww, now you know, nigga [Outro: Tigger (Busta)] Holla Busta [both
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
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
get fucked for instance When you bust baby, gon light the insence Pass me the rag, hop back in the Jag I stole out the showroom with the pricetag I wrote this rhyme
