grab my strap then clear the corner, beeotch!! Chorus: repeat 2X So all my bitches and my niggaz and my niggaz and my bitches Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air
split the train car like Moses did the Red Sea Get it in ya head, we gon' rock the dead Night of the living MCs', the weak ones fled C'mon Bust.. [Busta Rhymes
down Crutch be droppin' it, daybreak to sundown When the smoke clears Who you think'll be standin' there? Grippin' four mics, swingin' the cords up in the air
shock, for some of us that's all we got Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss Code name Charley Horse, bust
is up We like the air force, generals with guns when rainy up Take it from leers, the stadium, the fans, the beers Titty shots from the bitches in the stands, we clear
it rhyme for rhyme anytime or where with you Or any part of your crew and when I finish, you'll diminish Take a sip of my brew and step off Clear my
an attitude, that's rude Because I walked over Elvis' grave in some blue suede shoes PUNK, I got some some stuff that'll bust through your pest LUMP Clearing
then grab a hold of the handle and (??) then bust a rhyme, you know I won't quit it Am I lyin', Ren ? [MC Ren: Man, you know you're witty] Your request is clear
gangsta bitch bandanna Peep the grammar, I appeal like banana pudding, I couldn't come If I couldn't get it done, I might dine and dash, I don't rhyme
niggas getting jealous again, again Its time to get strapped again Because them nappy head hoes getting jealous again, again (Mia X) I got that fucking regulator busting lyrical rhymes
you grabb the microphone ta let the fox out a box out the center rippin to end your agenda 'cause im the microphone binga since you started rhyming
A large percent of y'all fell into a trap Trend setter share with y'all a veterans nightmare Not for you to follow it but try and stand clear, bust it
motherfuckin' hands in the air So, all my niggaz and my bitches Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air So, all my niggaz and my bitches Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air
of my rap and that is that. [Spike-e] Reload it's time to bust rhyme, hit em when I bill em I'm busting and I'm robbing and I'm still never copying, busting
, I got voice command Hoes in V.I.P., like they play truth or dare Y'all look like ants, cause we move by air Like that there, I make myself clear Screens
-repeat chorus 2x- -busta rhymes- Yeah flipmode raw deluxe hot shit 1998 1999 year 2000 Say what lord have mercy Say what rampage the last nigga Say what busta rhymes
stars and you know I caught it Dinco D, Busta Rhymes, and Milo saw it Two years of hell, now we're paid off To prove my rhymes, that it ain't soft Yo!