] Go.. get you some [Q-Tip] Don't stop, nigga we ain't done, gun it through your fuckin road block [Busta Rhymes] I'm sayin who told y'all to let a muhfucker
me [Busta] We got some shit for that ass [Missy] Come on give it to me [Busta] We got some shit for that ass girl [Busta Rhymes] Bounce back, brand new
James Cruz, Mona Scott, the whole Violator family bitch!!! Big up to Nas, big up to Jay-Z, big up to Roc-A-Fella, big up to Ruff Ryders DMX, EPMD, Jazzy
momma was young Tryin to blend in with them city folk Every day landlord knockin down my do' Wonderin where my next blessing is comin from [Busta Rhymes
this shit Aiyyo let me take they ass back to the club real quick [Verse 1] (Get low Bus!) Who be the King of the Sound? (Uh huh) Busta Bus back to just
is clear To all of my peers, I'm a muh'fuckin vet Don't mean to disrespect, cause "I write rhymes, I write checks" (It's clear) Bust, aiyyo what happened
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
: [Busta Rhymes] Aiyyo; ah to my people on the left (get down!) Uh-huh; to my people on the right (get down!) Uh-huh; ah to my people in the middle (
: [Busta Rhymes] I love my bitch [Kelis] I love my nigga [x6] My lady never lets me down thats why i never let her go she always here to lift me
those people I call my friends, let it gooooooooo that's why I never call on y'all, to be around 'cause you see how this monnneeeyyy can change your friends' faaaiiittthhh (busta rhymes
my nine spray And freak styles like 3000 Andre To keep pilin, keep pushin them drops Nas, runnin with hot Busta Bust, we don't stop [Chorus] [Busta Rhymes
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
know; who be the sure shot? Live bitches y'know; who be the sure shot? Shhhiiieeettt... [Busta Rhymes] I'm back in ya soul just like a minister I'm big
never thought Thaaaaaaat I, could fiiiind (excuse me miss) Someone, so special (can I have a word wit'chu baby) [Busta Rhymes] Miss can I get a second
: [Busta Rhymes] Y'know, my homey Treach from Naughty By Nature once said If you ain't from the ghetto, don't COME to the fuckin ghetto But I'ma let
nigga, Rick James When I was a young boy, growin' up in the ghetto Hangin' out on corners, singin' with the fellas Lookin' for the cute chicks, tryin' to find me big
Been through the storm, through the cold and rain Every thing's still the same Can't control how I feel Sometimes it's hard to keep it real You see the
is clear To all of my peers, I'm a muh'fuckin' vet Don't mean to disrespect, 'cause I write rhymes, I write checks (It's clear) Bust, aiyyo what happened
