bitches One by one I knock you out, bitches One by one I knock you out, bitches You're dippin your hand in the grab bag Stopping and than I drop it,
shout, bitches One by one I knock you out, bitches One by one I knock you out, bitches You're dippin your hand in the grab bag Stopping and than I
friend man We trying to get this paper nigga You out here playin games You do what you supose to be doin I'ma do what I'm supose to do what I'm suposed
rhymes Now I'm on two birds I'ma flip one more time An I'm on top done left you bitch niggaz behind I'm grindin' I'm hustlin', don't trust me when I'm
than New England sacks You say you "Die Hard" just like that famous actor But couldn't do it if you overdosed on Viagra You're no factor, you work for
shit I'm packin' Dawg'll knock your heart out your chest Rappers suffer from cardiac arrest If I'm uncomfortable I dump a few You niggas are actin' like, I
and run your base and, bust hip-hop preservation if you heard this on your station yo then you know that we'll knock you out with just, light ones Cut
why I can't even run 'less I run with a four or I walk with a three, come and talk to 'em P You can catch me down bottom with a bird and a glock On
out Huh, now it's time for me to bust mine I'm a have to end it and shit, I'm finna finish up this fuck rhyme Now I think I had enough Oh shit, my late
the tec Kid, I kick the ill skill yo, did you listen I bust caps with raps, packin heavy ammunition [Chorus: vocal samples] [E. Sermon] "Heavy ammunition, so I
but to ignite the rhyming detonation Listen, my position's parallel to time I can't be stopped, slowed, contained, or explained when I rhyme So accept it that I
Verse One: J-Ro] I knock em knock em out the park when other rappers are hitting bunts I'm a togger not a fogger step on hunts and don't do stunts I
skills, I mean, if you got 'em you got 'em and if you don't (I got skins. I got skins.) ...you're over. So Mista Lawnge, listen, I give this brew to you
No telling what is lurking I hero it, but will I sense a jerkin I proceed to bust a buster Cuz I trust the finer design in the mind of the rhyme Just
, I know you got the feeling (My body's all for you) Let's dance, come on and get down [Outro: Busta Rhymes] Hah yeah, Brand Nu's Busta Rhymes, all
hook is like a knock-out blow Somethin I throw to let you know I don't play games, so keep your distance Cause I'm persistent, on you, for instance I
