Letras:
Busta Rhymes You Ain T Fuckin Wit Me

is And it ain't no stoppin' the way that we gon' do this Now what you want me to say? Say you ain't fuckin' with me Huh, you see I got so much new hot

'fucka) And it ain't no stoppin the way that we gon' do this Now what you want me to say? Say you ain't fuckin with me-ahhhhhhh (what the fuck, c'mon) {

ain't the whole cake, nigga He ain't Nas, ain't B.I.G., ain't Jigga If he ain't Cube or Pac then who you got? We getting tired of you talkin about who

Capade Real dudes is shiesty, I only give jewels to wifey And I don't give a fuck if you really don't like me It's in my blood to thug, get ill and hyphy

ain't the whole cake, nigga He ain't Nas, ain't B.I.G., ain't Jigga If he ain't Cube or Pac then who you got? We getting tired of you talkin about who

at it You know (really do) They don't give a fuck about us They don't give a fuck about us They don't give a fuck about us Thuggin' till the

and bust like straps As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat Verse Four: Method Man Fuck you

You ain't no gangsta You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker You fake fraudulent motherfucker You ain't a gangsta I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you

: 50 Cent] You say you a gangsta but you neva pop nuttin We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin You go to the dealership but you neva cop