I'm a fuckin' mad man who screams like I'm Pac But I'm not, enemies, Hennessy Actin' like I'm great, but I'm fake, I'm crazy Sweat drip get me off this
(Busta) Yeah, yeah, yeah (get out) Such a remarkable sound (get out) Yeah, such a remarkable sound (get out of here) Flipmode get down now Yeah check
step, cuz you only inches from the finish line Chorus 2X Verse Three: Busta Rhymes Now, there's about a million motherfuckers on your trail Quick to bust
arms That bust with loud force The ghetto with us That bang makaveli in trucks That whatever the fuck to give a cheddar in chunks Who gazey chase Fake
you lose on the real Cause we keeping it trill, that's from ashes to dust We got paper to make and fake nigga's asses to bust If you down for your hood
it aint no rules When, We Clubbin’ Head to toe everything I got in is new Plus those you know we keep two And, We Clubbin’. [Chingy] It’s a mess up with these fake
not in my ride, I'll stop [Chorus - 2X] We..are..dangerous He'll mangle us Who playing with us? And saying this stuff? And fuck with gangs and stuff? I aim to bust
Uh huh (We came to bust heads) x3 This is the official (the official)... get yo ass knocked out music (get yo ass knocked the fuck out!) for bein a non
nowhere, no time soon Remember high noon, last thing he heard was BOOM Can I gets some room, or do I have to make me a path break you in half, fake
the same niggaz off somethin dumb so we know, where the fuck I'm comin from? Gun and ones, watch a black nigga turn purple with this fo'-pound, I bust
might detect that respect's my topic I won't rush it but I'll discuss it Go ahead and pop your shot if you think that you can bust it But I'ma go
Manufactured sounds and images Got me scramblin' like football scrimages Johnny Unitis In god I trust I don't need to get paper everytime I bust Maybe
the crew 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
don't know, who I be You betta ask somebooooody about me Oh - you wanna be tough nigga, a look is enough I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga
Word to mother, look at it from a thug point of view When the kids need clothes, what a thug gon do? Hit the streetz and hustle, pick up the heat and bust
don't chase hoes, just pasos and bricks Nigga let me sum it up Y'all niggas is dumb enough Run on up, the guns we tuck, bust Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
[Paparue] Original roughnecks, hear [laughing] Check! [Chorus 2x] Nobody burn them blocks like-a we Nobody bust them heads like-a we Nobody could outshine
ya - you deserve to die [Lil Wayne] I hope y'all niggas understand that I ain't playin' or jokin' Bust shots, make you think the Grand Canyon open Leave a busta