it (bounce) Let me see ya throw it (bounce), Let me see ya throw it (bounce) EAST COAST NIGGAZ! (bounce); Now let me see ya throw it (bounce) WEST COAST
it i yes y'all'ed it and they feared it i called it i outlawed it and they cleared it now i am i and it is it and that's that but ain't that a bitch
show and prove the rules I kick Makin niggas move, no matter how smooth it get or how rigid, niggas still get it I kill wicked motherfuckers with the rhymes
this town represented by me? It's Brooklyn Bring the war on, niggas I suggest that you throw ya vest on I love this shit, settle nothing less than it
, come on Chorus {Interlude: Busta Rhymes} One time y'all Throw your hands real high y'all Yea, get down y'all Let me see you all y'all Busta Rhymes
bop KILLA! [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] SO DON'T TOUCH ME NIGGA! (You might burn yourself!) DON'T TOUCH ME NIGGA! (You might burn yourself!) It's gettin hot
{Busta Rhymes} Let's get it goin Yeah... yeah I'm about to Picasso a new picture for you mufuckas I'm baaack... yeah I just want every one of you mothafuckas
make it clap, Just make it clap, Just make it clap Just make it clap [Outro] Just make it clap, Just make it clap, Just make it clap Just make it clap
let it happen them guns gon' start clappin And y'all gon' rest in peace, cause death is the recipe [Busta] Suicide, bounce, brother [Busta] Suicide, bounce, brother [Busta] Suicide, bounce
kid Old dog in it, the thug vaccine wit no pork in it Vivid imagination paper chasin Dufflebag swollen, we holdin Drink chocolate milk before we roll in It's like that ya
bop KILLA! [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] So don't touch me nigga! (You might burn yourself!) Don't touch me nigga! (You might burn yourself!) It's gettin hot
jeans...Uhh, Flava like praleens, Sick daddy iaaamean?, Papa love it when he does it, Niggas buzz it, But tell me was it really just the flava that be
homophobic I wont even throw clothes in the Closet Fuck it...I've lost it... I'm holocausted...see my face it's written all acrossed it This beer makes me
m here to bang niggaz Look at how I'm doin it now ya fake niggaz [Chorus: Busta (Rampage)] [Busta Rhymes] Whip twenty-three inches up in the bubble truck Bitch bounce
they owe me publishin' at Elektra Don't let the Ramp wretch ya, I'm-a catch ya My squad bring the pressure, new trend setter Watch me get this cheddar