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Busta Rhymes
Tri-lateral commission
Berkowitz, Fizzy Wo', Bust-Down
(AiYAHHHHHHHHH!)
Chorus: Busta Rhymes + M.O.P.
Everytime I take a look, the only thing I see is
MY LIVE IN THE SPOT
Tell me what y'all want
GIVE ME EVERYTHING YOU GOT
Y'all ready to do it
LET'S BLOW THE MOTHERfkin SPOT
All my
ATTENTION.. (LOUD AND CLEAR)
WHERE MY READY FOR WAR? (WE RIGHT HERE!)
GET EM (WHEN WE SPOT EM) HIT EM (KID WE GOT EM)
WHERE MY READY FOR WAR? (WE RIGHT HERE!)
Billy Danze
I got reason to believe, some of you feel
the man isn't live and direct (GET AT EM BILL!)
LONG, breathe easy pop, this is Hip-Hop
in the HARM WAY, we do it the war way, all day
I never procrastinate (you shouldn't)
I'm from where the war games fascinate (you couldn't)
You wouldn't believe what they've been tellin me
The perfect match is jail and me
cause I was born with a felony (uh uh uh)
fk that! How this s**t look
when a nigg* stretched out, with his chest out
and a mess out in Brooklyn, HI-YAHHHHHH
Busta Rhymes
Y'all motherfkers is back?!
Y'all motherfkers don't know how to act
Y'all motherfkers attack!!
Billy Danze
And those motherfkers are wack, I travelled a rocky road
Swift to the Flipmode, quick grip for the unload
Father forgive me for my sins
but I'ma raise hell to the bitter end - I'm a soldier!
Chorus
Lil' Fame
fk the bulls**t! I kick a bone out yo' ass
Hardrock nigg*?! I kick a stone out yo' ass!
Warning, to all those, caps get peeled
quicker than e-mail to your as* sayin, "Kill kill kill!"
Curb chasin, straight lacin, with a Mac-10 blazin
Split yo' as* up like a Temptation
You cats is animated cartoons (WHO YOU?)
The return of Goodfellas Part Two
b*tch throw your fkin guns up, put your fkin hands down
HOT FLAMES UP, buck you with, (BUSTA BUST DOWN)
We sneak the guns right in, y'all keep tryin
and I'ma check all p*ssies like a G-Y-N
Open up your can of "Whoop Ass"; I'll open up
a fresh can of "I'll fck Yo' as* Up Quick Fast"
Flipmode, M.O.P. Fizzy Wo-mack, Wo-mack
Y'all know who the fk I am!
Chorus
Busta Rhymes
Aiyyo yo-yuh-yo, and now I hear no one
(you) would let less than a motherfker fear no one
None of y'all don't really wanna fk with the dread
The street brawler stomp your face into the back of yo' head
C'mon now, I'm quick to roast fry boil and even toast a guy
Multiply the ?? like the world's greatest coke supply
s**t changed, you sellin WEED over the d*mn computer
Introduce the millenium STOMP nigg* for the future
I be that ?? of every nigg*
that'll voluntarily blast the last, Tom & Jerry as* nigg*
And write raps to the sound of these gats
Perhaps my raps will paralyze a b*tch-ass and make him collapse
Yo, see they be quick to bust they fashion of a calico
My Berkowitz and that other motherfker Fizzy Wo'
Mashin through the city yo, and the foot it don't lie
Ready to blow this b*tch up at the drop of a dime
Chorus
ad libs for about 8 seconds before fade
