Shootin for the moon and land on the starrrrrrrrrrrrrs Let us land on the stars, let us land on the stars Let us land on the stars, let us [Busta Rhymes
on the stars, let us land on the stars Let us land on the stars We 'bout to do it real big like outta this world and we takin' it far Shootin' for the moon
: [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] As we go way beyond sky's the limit, and you know who we are We shootin for the moon and land on the starrrrrrrrrrrrrs Let us
gotta eat, gotta make ends meet Stabbin for a fee, it gets hard on the fuckin streets It's like a madness, fuck making gravy I rhyme and do crimes, cuz
beat in the city of scum I'm in a different one daily and it's yours, that's the one That got drop, crooked cop shoot your shots Putting technically emphetic
wash the aloe vera from my strands just stop blocking The scientific method of the locking, check it as I, shoot the ray beam from the moon Then rebound
of the black moon Since you assume, youve seen my sun shining And O.G.C you notice me with Heltah Skeltah vibing Wack venetian blinding Wreck from mine, charged for
me the drum And Serge is buckin off a shot from the mental insight Air tight, throw a worker from cradle to gravesite [Maestro Manny] I feel lick a shot
ain't practice here, just the money-shot for the game I know I rocked your brain when your honey dropped the name, Kweli That's what you get for asking
my mind Is when fakes try to rhyme and they take petty lines To put stakes against mine but I breaks them like spines Cause I make plenty rhymes that
ile Pack 4-4 pis-tiles Wit unlimited clips That's unlimited lyrics Meanin' I can rhyme forever Drop of a dime or whenever For better or for worse I marry
people, arm's brainless Painless as it seem for me, if I was to go now Tell me who gon fiend for me, dream of me Speak be having a team for me, survivor
stars) and write rhymes for hours The ghetto missy, drinkin' whiskey sours. [LAURYN] Bust this scenario, can't no other niggers in the barrio (From Newark to Ontario), bust
leave soon For the moon, smoking big bubble toots In the suburban, sipping on the 'gnac Now we swerving past moms, gang affiliated rap stars In motion, tryna get paid for
me, I gets total wreck and make crews pop, I rock from Osaka down to the Boondocks Pop goes the rhyme on you weasels (uh-huh) Rock strictly for my peoples, strictly for