By Surprise Catch 'em by surprise (x3) Let's go Bounce to the beat, people hands up Everybody in the place stand up And jump it, shake it, bust the club
Surprise Catch 'em by surprise (x3) Let's go Bounce to the beat, people hands up Everybody in the place stand up And jump it, shake it, bust the club
't playing with these nigga roes (yeah) All these haters gone start respecting little O (what!) I'm a gorilla (yeah) That's untamed (what) I let my guns flame (booa!) And bust
rhyme If you lack the knack then you're phony This jam is for members only The issue is how I'm gonna get you You chose me, cousin, I didn't choose you You try to bust
reason It ain't even the season Right now it's chilly chill time Lay back, relax to my rhyme If you lack the knack then you're phony This jam is for the Hustlers only The issue
all studio sessions Bringin 40 motherfuckers, pissin all over your conference tables [El Da Sensai] Like this right here Rhyme style criminal, with the lyrical missile Wack niggaz the issue
Bricks (yeah nigga) I used to catch a switch from any walk-by bitch (bitch!) But now I'm to the break like disc jocks, dis rock is hot got props and plus bust
back in the fryin' pan [Verse 2: Windnbreeze] Upon ingestion of this rhyme Your mind'll lose it's focus Ostics kaleidoscopic And the lights flash strobic Close, tight rhymes
I I got the twelth gauge on pump Busted heads clips thrown my way Bustin' heads to let you know I don' t play I'm out to have things I spit rhymes to
Get on the mic Mike let's be real and don't cloud the issue The rhymes are rope an M.C. you must listen to People say that they been missin' me and missin
Sean, here to bring trouble to Phony MCs I slap em up with my pistol Try to fuck with Ruck feel the heat from the missile Whats the issue? The issue is
On the real tip let's take a field trip from the ghetto You pick the time and we'll meet in the meadow to discuss racial issues and tension New York's
in a, sec [Derek X/Sadat X] Wild, New York raw as my voicebox soars I'll open your pores cause it's one of my chores Kickin beats to boggle rhythms, cuttin rhymes
The mic don't even sound good at all Man, what's up with that shit? Each one of these niggas try to say a rhyme They don't wanna work through that shit
That whatever the fuck to give a cheddar in chunks Who gazey chase Fake thugs with lazy aid Track marks Rap stars And a rain of aids {Busta Rhymes} Yo
