' to block my shine Don't you know you never will stop my grind? In a drop-top flyin' like I don't got time Got e'rybody surprised that I won't drop dimes
Cause I don't wanna be cool, I don't wanna be you I don't wanna shake hands, or wear your G-Unit shoes Don't want you on my hooks, don't wanna be in your
Cuz I don't wanna be cool, I don't wanna be you I don't wanna shake hands, or wear your G-Unit shoes Don't want you on my hooks, don't wanna be in your
life in the papers All my run-ins with authorities, felonious capers Now you wanna live my life, so what's the answer Nas? Niggas that don't rhyme right
motherfucker You ain't a gangsta I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out cause We don't trust ya [50 Cent] You owe a nigga? You don't
mess with From the gutter With my brothers Knowin on these ghetto streets they don love us Duckin these undercovers These muthafuckers doin everythin to try n bust
let it goooooooo! (Y'all ain't ready! You are not ready!) And clear the air (Akon! Shabba! And Busta Bus!) [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Mi come to willin
that -- blast that three atcha -- hide in the wall We gangsta, republicans with them big things, big rings Get your head shot off, daddy you don't believe
your name proper but most niggaz don't, and they whole life hurried What do you do when your career is buried [Chorus] [Death; portrayed by Busta Rhymes + (Busta Rhymes
don't believe in you God It's like a grand feast celebratin the bounce of the century I tote the recipe quick for any type of discrepancy Busta Rhymes
ghost in your home Leaving you old and crippet like them ruins in Rome Watch your body shrivel up and turn your asses to smoke Fuck your flesh don't get
man) It's goin down baby, uhh.. UHH! Busta Rhymes WHAT?! Uhh, DMX nigga Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh I see ghosts clearly; even though, most don't hear me
life Positive to comply Don't screw up facing that crowd Progress don't fall back. We can't have that I'll hold your hand Black We can't wind up with
movin' along, keep it movin' along Keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin' Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along {Verse 2: Charlie Brown, Busta Rhymes} Now don't
hit you with another one of them old phenomenal shits Nineteen-ninety-six, that nigga comes through with another one of them fucking ill ones Busta Rhymes
: Busta Rhymes] I think you need to move it to the left (Shorty) Move it to the left (Shorty) If you ain?t got your own paper, I don?t suggest you hold
may be gone, but you're never over And it don't stop (oh) And it don't quit (oh) And it don't stop (oh) And it don't quit (oh) And I miss you (oh) I
