bless the child Gettin' (eight) like (snapper) you too fessed to vow [Busta] Hold up [Digga] Run on [Busta] Get up [Digga] Come on [Busta Rhymes] Ahhooo
there, fair seems a little quiz So question what I conquer as kruger kills a kid My friends got caught with luger so now he does the bid Bring ’em in, bring em
and my diamonds are blindin My pistols are loaded and cocked so know that I'm ready I'll die for my family dog but I'll kill for my fair day R.I.P. to
Put some liquor in your gut and tell me what you wanna do, sing it S, for every sucker left behind O, what they were yellin' when I bust a rhyme B, best
these city streets I got my block on fire with my HB's Spinnin' Benz in these drop tops double r Cook a brick, flip 'em up, now I got 'em hard And you
resident oh so evident... brinx billy ride cousin black on black phantom 26's on the side of em... ninas on the side of em... goonies on the side of em
wit us (heh) Rebel rebel, shoutin at the devil Me and you faggot got some shit to settle, then Kill 'em kill 'em, let slugs fill 'em Smash through the
I do the game, church Ask somebody, you gotta know you need to get a nurse Let me bang em with another killa, then we put a couple bottles on the chiller Kill em
to say on my d-ck But since we talking about my d-ck All of you haters say hi to it I'm Done [Busta Rhymes] Ayo Breezy Let me show you how to
He a bitch too, they gon' bust his shit too Shit's real, you think you gonna set me up And get away scot free without some type of injury Nah kill it
down in the dirt like quicksand But no matter what the reason, I don't wanna stop breathin' There's dreams to fulfill still Can't complete em with a still kill
kids who start shit (c'mon, say what?) See me, only me (yeah, I see you) The Underboss of this holocaust (let's go) Truly yours, Frank White [Chorus - Busta Rhymes
these cats While they makin' up facts, you rakin' up plats (Uhh) In The Commision, you ask for permission to hit 'em He don't like me, him and wild wifey was wit 'em
me begin, express it, explain the dilemma (Chorus: Ice-T) It's either them or us, niggas that bust Niggas who ride, niggas that'll kill for this
a ticket Wicked My stature when you're in my rapture Meet me on the street? I'm the nicest brother you meet Confusing sometimes, the way I bust a rough rhyme
more in one day than they will in their lives But most do respect the words I inject Kick credit for realism and the truth I project Because I could bust rhymes
In your town, we gonna bring the roof down Ice-T and the syndicate underground No selll-outs, cause it's caps we peelin Girls we love em, and shows we steal em