come with that street shit {Busta Rhymes} Hah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeah, we move like stonefaced cold-hearted niggaz Baldfaced straight retarded niggaz Aiyyo the shit
street shit And keep y'all niggaz open, yeah All my niggaz, all my bitches Whatcha'all gon' do now (Hah) Every time we come with that street shit (Yeah
we come with that street shit {Busta Rhymes} Hah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeah, we move like stonefaced cold-hearted niggaz Baldfaced straight retarded niggaz Aiyyo the shit
come with that street shit [Busta Rhymes] Hah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeah, we move like stonefaced cold-hearted niggaz Baldfaced straight retarded niggaz Aiyyo the shit
Got me a bootleg Lloyd Banks and Young Buck CD Took that shit home, put it in my boom box Thought I was bout to be on some radio Raheim shit Man that shit
of the best I might be, it really don't matter When I bust, sucker MC's scatter, gettin out of my way I bust bad bitches night and day I make classics
any rhyme sales Question is, will you f**k-niggaz ride for real, huh? Bitch nigga this is G rated Plus your homeboy won't make it, street game Fugazi
is g rated Plus your homeboy won't make your street game fool daisy I'm elevated to the top of this shit Now fuck around and put me and Tupac on this
over I bust a move as smooth as casanova And count another quick meal I'm getting paid for my traid but its still real And if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme
me tell these mother fuckers something) You know what I'm saying they can't touch it (I cross my heart and hope the streets will listen) (41st Side mother
to rip it, apart, startin wit yo heart, we ain't hard shit, dirty ass street nigga, stained an the scarin shit, an foreign shit, most hoes would kill
starrrrrrrrrrrrrs Let us land on the stars, let us land on the stars Let us land on the stars, let us [Busta Rhymes:] Now don't you think this shit's
s up We hunt 'em like big plans, my big mans and them Slick as the shit breaks from outtas you, rip dip, then quakes them [Busta Rhymes] See I was always
see or hear me in ya area The more niggaz, the murders, the more the money, the more the merrier Smash shit 'til everything become mass hysteria Hungry for street shit
kick it boo The name is Spliff baby I'll make you man hate me Cause my shit's steak and gravy plus my pipe gettin crazy baby [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Incase
