t get too close Make no mistakes about it I let it goooooooo! And clear the air (Busta Bus now!) [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes {Bounty Killer}] Trust mi tell
let it goooooooo! (Y'all ain't ready! You are not ready!) And clear the air (Akon! Shabba! And Busta Bus!) [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Mi come to willin
(feat. Trae) [Hook] We gon make, you niggaz feel this Put your hands in the air, and pump your fists Make you tear the club up everytime, we spit So
got props and plus bust shots for what I got (booyaka booyaka) Don't sniff shit but snot hops, you better watch your snotbox I'll diss you, then I'll clear the air
gangsta bitch bandanna Peep the grammar, I appeal like banana pudding I couldn't come if I couldn't get it done I might dine and dash, I don't rhyme and
my rap and that is that. [Spike-e] Reload it's time to bust rhyme, hit em when I bill em I'm busting and I'm robbing and I'm still never copying, busting
up with rhymes cause this flow of mine is like blow up but lines of coca And your folks think Hov' just wrote stuff to rhyme Nah, I'm a poster for what
knew the time asking whos the nigga with the dopest rhymes go bis go bis asking whos the nigga with the dopest rhymes i bust lines like public transportation the rhymes
