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Busta Rhymes We Put It Down For Y All

Callin' all live niggas Booyah! Callin' all live bitches Ooh ooh! Yes, I hold a pound for y'all Say what? Busta Rhymes hold it down for y'all Get money

Chorus Callin all live niggas BOOYAH!! Callin all live bitches OOH OOOOH!! Yes I hold a pound for y'all Say what? Busta Rhymes hold it down for y'all

it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones And I'm far from Houston but you can chop it and screw it Do whatever to it, but it

new that'll make you shout For you, and you, and all to see The dopest rhymes, said by me Listin' these facts for all to know How to rock a party, keep

fuckas And fuck yah Fuck Y'all Punk gay sensitive little dick bastards 2paclypse mutha fuckin' know Y'all can kiss my ass and suck my dick And my uncle Tommy's balls Fuck Y'all

me. [Chorus] [Verse 2:] It's hard as Hell to find a Girl thats really down for ya type that'll hold down the Tre pound for ya they into diamonds now

Bone We can show it, and since I'm a flow, and it's all of y'all realer My niggas, I figured I'd let 'em all know it Playas takin' up off the style, well

degrees for those who know My fire's higher than the liars, we don't burn rubber, we burn tires We riders we ciders, we live in The Carter Wayne is a

degrees for those who know My fire's higher than a liar, we don't burn rubber, we burn tires We riders we ciders, we live in The Carter Wayne is a flame