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*song rolls over Jerry Butler sample - "Take the Time to Tell Her"
Word up, Busta Bus, my motherfkin nigg*, man. (Bus) Yeah, this one nigg*
right there
Noreaga
What, what, yo, you know Nore, type a nigg* stay real trump
I ain't the type to fight a nigg*, just blaze you up
What the fk? All you wanna say what, what
While you half way thugs sound a half way what
If you ain't with Busta Bus then shut the fk up
is snakes, in other words just like jakes
Yo, I sell raps, used to sell crack on crates
Its like a stock that shot, oh look what it dropped
Yo, I hate to have to send my all in you spot
Like Spliff Star
Shootin right all in your car
Busta Bus plug the engine, with bananas
Even if they lose, its like we still got cameras
We play the game like the movie, smoke Lucy
B.I.G. gone, but my favorite song still Juicy
Busta Rhymes
Yo, ya-yo, yo closed caption, son don't even know what's happenin
Before the second thought, make you feel the wrath of my clappin
(Boom!) Fire flashin, two holes up in your head matchin
Dope fiend in the corner, itch from eight scars scratchin
(Huh) We make the nutta butta, thick creamy s**t from the gutter
Paranoid these , flip and make they heartbeat flutter
You's a sucker, (ha) lace you up with my box-cutter
Your mother love your other son like you ain't even his brother
p*ssy nigg*, I flip up to the max on you, nigg*
Pose the violent threat immediately, black on you nigg*
Sky maskin', fk whatever question you askin
Busta Rhyme and Nore connect on the train, we attachin
Hold your corner, violatin 'cross the border (huh)
Try to catch my jewel, spyin with your tape recorder
fk is wrong with you?! Don't you know we raw till the end?
Battlefield s**t, Flipmode Squad, CNN
Chorus: Busta Rhymes (Noreaga)
Busta Rymes (What, what!) Noreaga (What, what!) Flipmode (What, what!)
Thugged Out (What, what!) Spliff Star (What, what!) Busta Rhymes (What, what!)
Noreaga (What, what!) Thugged Out (What, what!) Flipmode (What, what!)
Busta Rhymes (What, what!) Noreaga (What, what!) Thugged Out (What, what)
Spliff Star (What, what!) Flipmode (What, what!) Busta Rhymes (What, what!)
Noreaga (What, what!)
Maze
(What, what) Yo, it's the same as any, in this game you wanna lose
Jump out the Ac, run up with the Uz', don't move Magically Maze
Lyrically invade like a SWAT raid, top grade rockin wallaby suede
I'm always coppin, poppin, three in the air
For my not here
Locked in Whitney, tipsies
Specifically, and twist me when its Cristy
Noreaga
Let me go again, make sure the soakin
Thugged Out and Flipmode is like next of kin
Yo, we do what up, sendin em that will screw it up
What! Handle your business, God, even if ?Kalu? what up
I rock Clarks, on and off, like John Starks
What? Shoot at your face, God, aim at your heart
Yo, from Indiana to Atlanta, God we got this
Jose Luis, thugs just put me in the hotlist
I rip shows, but never gotta go at hoes
Stay travellin, playin click, just stay froze
I got the left arm, stay in the game like Montan'
My thug charm is everywhere now, dot com
Hear me anytime, you can access it
W dot Nore, yo, suck my d*ck
Peep me with Akinyele, yo, fkin for free
On some thug s**t, my thugs stay fkin with me
What!
Spliff Star
Yo, every battle
nigg* I got your gat, so let me splatter
Into smithereens
Throw some bullets in his jeans
Another thug story, I bust my gun for Nore
Snap a nigg* neck, now the law lookin for me
I'm thugged out, bugged out, blow your fking mug out
No di-doubt, I see you can't eat what you dish out
Watch, I reach in your soul, nigg* and pull the b*tch out
Watch my tech rise, feel the shells that it spit out
I'm warning you, send twenty deep to corner you
Dressed in black
From Brook' to I-raq
Blastin Mack 10's, I be killin ya Benz
Live coverage at ten, on CNN
Chorus *order differs slightly*
What,what!
*Sample to end*
