a Teflon .9 And it eats vest, I take a motherfucker out quick Just for talkin' shit, ride rolls, catch hoes like a mitt L.A., Atlanta, New York, yo, my shit
girlies and I don't mean maybe The way I rhyme no one will ever slay me And I ain't lyin' rhyme do pay me ! Rhyme pays ---- !! Verse three: I'm notorious
huge piles In Atlanta,niggers crash you doors When I'm in Philly,it's a sold out tour In L.A.,I max out real hard When I'm in New York,I bill with the
All of these rap singers claimin' they bangers Doin' all sorts of twisted shit with they fingers Disrespectin' the game, no home trainin' or manners I was doin' this shit
not to wake my moms up Cause when I bust, I lick shots like a shotty Thats why nut is all over your body You know what's up [Busta Rhymes] B.R. and
stand a chance From Roosevelt to Freeport to Hempstead to Uniondale Comin deep from the depths of hell I'm dead serious, even though you see me smilin Rough enough to break New York
Hand me a little bit of umm orange pineapple juice I'ma sip on it check it out I got a rhyme you got a rhyme But my rhyme is better than yours (repeat
Busta bus, yo it's time to step up You know I plaster, the little bastard And mastered the real way you slap the bitches niggaz backwards Uh-oh, aiyyo, whenever Busta
swords behold the prolifical Rhyme writer, hip-hop provider prize fighter Live wire, quick to set the mic on fire I speak legalized dope, hit man for hire I quote murderous notes dope rhyme
you through the chest with a hollow Like the foul shit you waste and transpired right in front the impalo Yo, the general Busta Busta shock and memorable
' trapped up North But after I come off wit it y'all can push em out the door So, cock the four pound (Four pound) Lock the fort down (Fort down) From New York
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
my mind Grabbed the microphone and then I started to rhyme What would life be if it wasn't Too $hort It be nothin' but rappers from old New York But
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
it right here Can't clown me Don't come 'round me Bow down, I was crowned when they found me (New York) [Busta Rhymes] See how they ask when I'ma stomp
gravitation Pull my shit back squeeze bust it like masturbation Hold fort, hold the blow torch, leave your soul scorched With no remorse, the state of New York, get your shit
tips and That's when the beast come out That's when the beast come out That's when the beast come out, that's when the Yeah, live New York rap, stay
noise I bring! [Chuck D: x4 repeat in the background] Raw shit, hardcore hip-hop hits [Flavor Flav] Yeah that's right, we're Public Enemy #1 in New York