fitted, dropkick it, I lived it if not quit it I pitched it, my pops sniffed it, need business, I'm not finished I'm *sniff* too hot wit it, you bitching
Pac And I love those niggas, but I don't love ya'll Bust a slug for those niggas, but bust a slug at ya'll And I get physical, visual, very artistical
Busta Rhymes Before I utter words and before I start to begin Let me make sure you clear im about securing the wind I puzzle up my words while I piece
And when I drop off my singles I'm dropping one of my targets Lord forgive me for my sins, I gave you hits I gave you "All I Do Is Win", I live this shit
I'm done wit' ice and charms I'm tryin' my whole casket when I'm gone Pull up wit' class on the don' Once I meet em' I greet 'em Kiss his feet for
I love you, baby, come on I love you baby, I love you, baby You drive me crazy, I love you, baby I'll never betray thee, I love you, baby I love you
to the wall Fighting four my life and I'mma bust back till they fall And I ain't even slangin' them thangs I'm hollin' 187 If you trippin' with strange I
I bet I'll never change I'm a playa, I'm a playa, I'm a playa I'm a playa, I'm a playa, I'm a playa I'm a playa, I'm a playa Oh oh I'm a playa I'm a
ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!) GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!) From our west coast instructor - Crooked I (Crooked I ...) [Verse 2 - Crooked I] My
fans and kitties I'm talkin' about ho's and I'm talking about Kansas City That's where I dwell wit wit, my, my vills and I, I, I will Pop hot rocks for
spectacular Blackula, bust at ya, spectacular, Blackula Blackula, bust at ya Blackula, spectacular [Kool Keith] Bust a rhyme kid bust that, nigga
-yay my nigga or yippe yai yo Met a spanish chick I think her name is santiago The way she blow I never been blowed before Beyond a level where I could
it is, better believe it's Busta Rhymes So start runnin' around my nigga I'm bustin' nigga heads Instead fill them with lead you better chill When my runners around, my nigga I
drops that kind I tear da roof off like I'm Busta Rhymes motherfucker Do my ladies run this motherfucker? Yeah, yeah, come on Or do my thugs run this
'em all stuck I reminisce on V.S. touchin' my fourth cup Me? My only problem is I'm more fucked Knowin' in my heart I can't sleep, till I bust off nuts
I ain't have sex with ya wife No, I ain't make threats on ya life Bitch, help me get my mind off this shit with an ounce I don't wanna see, I wanna feel
on the mic, they be all serious I'd love to be serious but effortless shit Effortless effa-efortless. Mmm-hmm Turn my music up, Duro. Yo, yo, you my hero
, arrest my eyes, I don't sleep Confess sometimes I roll deep Underestimating mine is to not know me I, analyze, every situation And I rise to any occasion And I