-ahhh-ahhh-ahhh, we miss you, oh and we love what you doin sayin [3X] Ahhh-ahhh-ahhh-ahhh, we miss youuuuu, ahh-ahh-ahh [Busta Rhymes] Jack, lemme, lemme
ahhh, we miss you, oh and we love what you doin sayin [3X] Ahhh-ahhh-ahhh-ahhh, we miss youuuuu, ahh-ahh-ahh [Busta Rhymes] Jack, lemme, lemme show you
Ahhh-ahhh-ahhh-ahhh, we miss you, oh and we love what you doin sayin [3X] Ahhh-ahhh-ahhh-ahhh, we miss youuuuu, ahh-ahh-ahh [Busta Rhymes] Jack, lemme
ask why we don't come around nigga We ain't friendly nigga we ain't ya motherfuckin friend man We trying to get this paper nigga You out here playin games You
break of dawn over and over again, we'll be the ones to make you dance Bust the move go crazy to this this is the one you just can't miss Feel the bassline
You better watch your step (Syke) And pussies we crossin when my crew is flossin' Bitches we tossin' And niggas we crossin' It's like a murder rhyme
bloody, in ???, gotta let you know that it's a cuttin up, an if you don't hundred guys, hundred girls gonna make you wish you hadn't stuttered. [Verse
time Through the corners of my mind I see you standing there (Standing theeere...) Baby, how much I miss you How much I want to kiss you Run my fingers
like clunky dryers [Akinyele] [Hook] We came to fuck you right on up [3x] So if you want to Get up [8x] I'll bust you down We came to fuck you right
of way, hate it if you like But you can't stop us gettin' paid Unless you sabotage the stage, or drop us in a place we stand And then you have to worry
temperature's hot Old A's the only way I'm getting sent to the sky Y'all permitted to try But it's only one thing, if you miss it then you die And it
circle 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
a long time Me and Tony rip when they rhyme Don't try to come bangin with them niggas Eightball and Ray You fuck around and you'll be hangin in the hallway
R to the E to the D and what u get is what you seein Straight up B boy word to Miss Kickin and flippin the rhymes for the kids man for the kids Chillin
a stick of butter to keep my weight up, to knock a sucker to the gutter I empty my rhyme clip, and kick like a fat gat El you got my back, so where's
best in this MC fest Rest any intentions we here to mention we the fresh Newark natives, Polo king bringin the zing to your Walkman, check it how we talk
