(Busta Rhymes)
Dong, dong, dong
Gahng, gahng, gahng
gohng, gohng, gohng
Oh that's crazy
Swizz and Busta
Come on!
(Chorus: Busta Rhymes)
Right before we run it all in the ground
Motherf**ers know we shutting it down
I dare y'all to say something
Motherf**ers want to give me a pound
Everytime we bring y'all n***as to say
We dare y'all to say something!
You can sit and watch the gat all the way round
Motherf**ers no we holding the crown
I dare y'all to say something!
Before we bring this sh** that'll flood your whole town
Motherf**ers know we making y'all drown
I dare y'all
(Busta Rhymes)
(hey yo)...Bus Rhymes holding the fort
Read the report
MVP of the sport
You need to be taught
(Come on)
Snort whatever you snort
We coming up court
You know we never coming up short
So f** what you thought
We high profile for this sh**
I smile for this sh**
I stack dough and make all my people just wil' for this sh**
Hold it now!
We rolling it down
We holding it down
Thick money, folding it down in a hole in the ground
Stash more loot than before
A brute from before
Tell the truth and get used to leaving you boots at the door
We four, five, sixin' it up
We fixing it up
We keep the b**hes stripping the way we be mixing it up
Come out from wherever you are, whoever you are
Incredible performance, their so unforgettable Star
They'll never find the get because I threw the barreta too far
Police go drive my whip, so I'm going to get a new car
(What the f**!)
Chorus: Busta Rhymes 1x
(Swizz Beatz)
(Yo Busta)...I was born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto
I was born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto
I was born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto
I bang out beats in cars with ho stacks
Rap n***a putting out rock-n-roll tracks
Anything with wheels, playa I drove that
Y'all, six, Swizz, and Busta back
I be hearing that I'm drugged out
Because I be bangin them beats like I'm drugged out
I threw gerdems on the bus, threw the dubs out
One, n***as gettin robbed when the clubs out
Dog, and it gets ugly, and the hood loves me, and your chick know me, plus
your man owes me
That clown don't pay
They straight k**ing homie
Y'all don't gotta like me, screw y'all , blow me
I walk up in the club b**hes want to go to breakfast
Clowns lookin at me, n***as acting reckless
Chorus: Busta Rhymes 1x
(Busta Rhymes)
I put my foot in your a** just like a kung-fu flick
Bust my tool quick hitting with the force of a mule kick
Spit fly sh** as if I was bagging a new chick
Instead of biting mines, it be best you bite on the true sh**
Funny how n***as be trying to do sh**
When I rock a light bling all my pinky gleam in the blue sh**
b**hes loving the way we always pa** through sh**
The way we rep the gutter and bring you the brand new sh**
(Double Back!)
Y'all n***as don't really want to trouble that
Bra** knuckle beat you stupid, with a belt buckle rap
Couple cracks, some weed, back when we used to muscle that
And take a n***as sh** like we like we fighting to get our hustle back
Used to be the sh**, now you writing your suicidal rap
Fronting like your the champ, trying to get your title back
Remind me that, this could even cause a homicidal act
And if you blaming the music, watch me write the title track
The way that we k** and make you wanna cop that
f**ing with corny n***as you need to STOP THAT sh*t!
Come on, please just let a n***a pop that sh**
All in they trunk, you know you want to rock that
Stay repping the struggle
Busy pulling my man's up
sh** we giving y'all n***as might even swell y'all glands up
(STOP!)
All of my n***as, all of my b**hes stand up
And rep whatever you repping
And put your f**ing hands up
Chorus: Busta Rhymes 1x
Endalay, Endalay,
Arriba, Arriba motherf**er
Endalay
Move from around these parts!