that'll get me blown, blown (Yes) And yes I got a problem with you tryin to' be me Well, it's just me tryin' to be me that'll get me blown, blown (Huh
blown (blown) ({Busta} Yes) And yes I got a problem with you tryin' to be me When it's just me tryin' to be me that'll get me blown(blown) (Hwuh) And
blown(blown) (Hwuh) And (Yes) I hate you hatin' on me (Unless) you wanna see them lasers homie All up in your face, that'll get you blown (blown) And
blown (blown) ({Busta} Yes) And yes I got a problem with you tryin' to be me When it's just me tryin' to be me that'll get me blown(blown) (Hwuh) And (
gonna blow up Dead in your grill, loc I'm kickin' it real fly, hops This is how it's done homies An' ya know, I got phunky rhymes I got the rhymes
's Bottles and rockin' J's Bottles and rockin' J's Bottles and rockin' J's Wininng and getting money Wininng and getting money Wininng and getting money Wininng and getting money [Busta Rhymes
to say on my d-ck But since we talking about my d-ck All of you haters say hi to it I'm Done [Busta Rhymes] Ayo Breezy Let me show you how to
kids who start shit (c'mon, say what?) See me, only me (yeah, I see you) The Underboss of this holocaust (let's go) Truly yours, Frank White [Chorus - 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
ill ones Busta Rhymes in the place to be, Flipmode Squad Y'all motherfuckers keep it right here You know how it's going down, son Blow the spot up, one
control so what we gonna do? Tell me what we gonna do CHECK IT! (Chorus) What are we doing and where we gonna GO! So fast its gonna blow dry your ass
bounce from the scene Recline my seat rock to the beat Leaning so hard, it's like my whole squad up in the Jeep Blowing up the spot or we hit them
Go ahead, go ahead Somebody that will slap away your blindness? Whatcha want? Somebody who'll corrupt your heart with too much kindness? Salute your Busta Rhymness
don't give a fuck 'cause I rhyme tough Drop science, still bust the ill stuff So now it's time for crime and the rhyme is mine Track the movement hide
a ticket Wicked My stature when you're in my rapture Meet me on the street? I'm the nicest brother you meet Confusing sometimes, the way I bust a rough rhyme
fuck with this, realness Seventh sin deadly, raise the key to rock steady Run son the hour has come, touch ya Remember this, real niggas don't rhyme we
we were dry humping That's gotta count for something Listen girly, surely you don't want me to talk about How I nutted early, 'cause I ejaculated prematurely And bust
