Testi:
Busta Rhymes I Ll Hurt You

wit me 'Cause I'll hurt you And I will learn you a thing or two And I'll hurt you And I'll finish your career for you, I'll Catch you niggas and snatch

shine if I'm around the rhyme Been on parole since ninety four cuz I commit the crime I say you on my line, I did it three ta nine If D's ran up in

rhythms You couldn't hold me, if you wore gloves or mittens Lion of Judah type style, and you're forgiven I set it straight, my jade pen obliterate You titillate, chop you

it tonight There's a party going on I know it's gonna be jumpin' I called the V.I.P. and let 'em know I'm coming Now I'll be there In the freshest wear

hallways and shit [Tame One] I play the parks after dark and spark L's until my head bust and then bust, plus when I get dusted you'll get messed up

all out (I gotta let it all out) They'll say I can't hold it in (I can't hold it in) I gotta, I gotta let it all out [J-Ro] I get in em when I sin em

Hammer, you bama I'll bust your ass in Alabama, Savanna, Montana, Havana Goddamn, my often Lifestyles fuck you I bust you keep the pistol cause no one would fucking miss you You suck! I

money, you supposed to represent [Bridge] What, you think I'm scared, you think I'm a pussy? Really now, how far did you think you can push me? Before I

is getting wiser, crackheads getting bolder I wouldn't tell you nothing to hurt you, unless I don't like you One way or another Zu gon' get you [Shorty