Busta Rhymes - What My n***as Want lyrics

[cam'ron] You the type to say i rap, i rhyme, look i freestyle Rap is played out ain't sh** here for free child Me and chris lighty checks is what we see child Ice won't get you sea sick b**h, it get you c now Diplomat treat you like a beer bottle twist your cap Hustler sh**, you never sold a bit of crack Chain you might get it snatched, down to the latch Since i went to get it back yo what type of sh** is that Picture that, wrist is rapped 37 blunted How many diamonds you got on? sh** 37 hundred I'm stunting pissy popping by the bottle Got nothing under the trench and i'm not from colorado Your acting a little like your rapping to riddles Got harlem looking like we a pack of skittles I'm a tyko fanatic, phsyco sematic, Type blow ?gamatic?, life go dramatic Hydro's a habit b**h [busta rhymes](chorus) All my n***as who's ready to ride n***as, what what All my soldiers and my living foul n***as, what what Money n***as, what what, thug n***as, what what, Grimy n***as, whatwhat, Big gun n***as, what what All my b**hes that's ready to wild with me, what what And f** a hole away in the ground with me, what what Money b**hes, what what, thug b**hes, what what, Corporate b**hes, what what All the above b**hes [cam'ron] Imagine a ho kissing me, a ho dissing me No i can't have that, not from rottisearre Roglissere, gators so slippery Best affiliated with the movie misery I make you kids learn, when your car gone, Crib burned, jim jones sh** permed like big ern And you speak that gang gang slang, Gun like pop from boomerangbang bang bang That girl looking, you packing a who*e, Slapping a who*e, foot sweppers slacking the door Laughing for sure, yeah that sh** happend before b**h flurting with me, her man tapping the jaw What i'm drunk about, what i smoke skunk about Hope you make it to that year prince sung about All these years dripping and ducking Stay with birds the ones i was flipping and f**ing Ya heard (chorus)