Why you got your ass on your shoulders Now, tryin' to spit at a bitch I lead inside Why you got your ass on your shoulders [Busta Rhymes] Yeah bitch
ass stuffin yo ass up in a trunk punk caught wit a 3 Times circumstance like T-Funk too soon for 'em shoulda had a tomb for 'em non-ass solider niggas
your head Then stomp your body out good after you dead Mother fucker I'll cut your blue coogie off You can catch me on the 40th side of Vernon QB north
, lose your head Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs I walk around gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder Till I bust a clip in your face
go'head, lose your head Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs I walk around gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder Till I bust a clip in
your hands up And all my thug niggaz throw your guns up Weak niggaz give your funds up, to these hoes Distance your foes, and stay up on your toes I love
bust you down We came to fuck you right on up [2x] [Akinyele] Even on a blind date You couldn't get with me I'll put these hot ass tecs on your neck
sit their five DOLLAR ass down Because all they do is scream and speak in tounges RAH RAH RAH, but I bust your motherfuckin' lungs Burning up charts with the rhymes
Spit, and let my fo-fo rip, so bitch don't slip Don't make me put a lump on your lip A dip in your hip, I'm snatchin' your shit I want it all so give
We got that rhyme elevation racin like a mad liberation circle and run your base and, bust hip-hop preservation if you heard this on your station yo then
up your sheeit, Mr. Tiny Tim man Niggaz be creepin up my beanstalk When I start to come down on your fuckin asses Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts
budded I'm flooded IC Pov-aid out You're rhyme's played out, your wife stayed out Fuckin duckin niggaz like me the P-I-M-P, Ice the T Smack your bitch
now And nigga I'm about to cut your grass Smash the gas, hit the block, adjust the mask and bust your ass Fuck the past, focus on the present tense With
of thirst While you try rehearse, you better tighten your verse Demigodz... labels try to sign us at birth Just knowin' we could be the finest rhymers on
here to Dalls, leavin you to clean up like Alice, shit's thick like smoke from out the chalice The weak we em-barr-ass, showin no pity on your city We
can't figure Rhymes out the ass you can't pass up My rizzle dizzle dazzle, tears up the band like ? I blows with my flows bust your nose kick the ass
sin on the plan on some scheme-ass shit but, that's your man I'm sayin, you tryna push reasons to the front and put a block on that other shit you want
