So, oh-oh-oh, oh he's bustin' loose, woh-oh-oh, he's bustin' loose So, oh-oh-oh, oh he's bustin' loose, woh-oh-oh, he's bustin' loose Well every guy
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away So, oh-oh-oh, oh he's bustin' loose, woh-oh-oh, he's bustin' loose So, oh-oh-oh, oh he's bustin' loose, woh-oh-oh, he's bustin' loose Well every
girl you bustin all night not a top notch top rank or top flight but it aint a butta finga or it aint a babe ruth got ya dancin way loose like you off
I pack the twin nine mills that'll lift your dome Chrome pump with double eyed slots and such A fully-auto Mac-dime that is sure to touch Ya, bust you
Yeah, right about now Motherfuckers is layin for a nigga like me, Ice-T To bust some freestyle shit but I don't do that I just cold lounge up here at
or crime He never lost his hardcore obsession to rhyme New York's hip hop movement broke loose DJ's cut records, raps had the juice Since busting rhymes
respected my fans and made the high bid Sometimes I write my rhymes at night and fall asleep Wake up with new techniques Grab the pen and place it on some loose
record says the yellow niggas gettin' loose) Yo E, tell him who the fuck you are Yeah nigga, I'm the pimp behind the wheels (But the record says the yellow niggas gettin' loose
real hard When I'm in New York,I bill with the Gods So don't try to deny me my proper juice E.cuts the records and the yellow nigger gets loose No static
had All kinda crazy shit was at this bitch's pad I'm talkin' about latex suits, spike-heeled boots Over sized vibrators so that she could get loose
.A. Didn't have no friends to trust Got busted to a school Blacks and whites, I guess the shit was cool But in high school I changed Didn't wanna bust
lampin But when the Syndicate rolls I be jackin You thought I fell off, I ain't even slipped The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped Gangster I am, bust
Still greet 'em with the same smile like I used to Get wild if you choose to I ain't finna shoot, shoot End up head bump, bloody nose, loose tooth Whoop
none of that little bitty More, more, more, milly More, more, more, milly [Verse 1 - Birdman] Yeah, ostrich pearl white candy paint job fly Big timer on the loose
[Busta Rhymes: A Tribe Called Quest - "Scenario" Sample] As I combine all the juice from the mind Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind RRRAH
