Kev Brown - Packin' Them Things lyrics

[Intro: Busta Rhymes] This sound like some music from mother f**ing Fat Albert show and sh** You know what I mean? Sound like the organs from Fat Albert n***a What's going on here? [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Look I be the most incredible, alphabetical unforgettable God of the spit, that's why I talk sh** Phenomally pursuing most of the heads of most of you n***as That's why I be the friction and I spark sh** And while you sporadically notice who's the don man Exploding hoods to emphatically burned farm land Ha n***as asking me not to do it sire Knowing embalming fluid is mixed with my saliva Need me to move the Maybach, holler at my driver I'm still voting for Obama despite a couple of priors I pay you n***as no mind, you a bunch of (?) liars Now how the frenzy going to stop this Cause I bring it back like (?) boxes While I continue to lock this Pop this off And then Drop this on Every single hood I target And then corner the market Stop this homes You can't watch this The way I sh** on beats and then I fart b**h I paint lyrical pictures like beautiful art b**h Trust me I don't think you wanna start b**h [Hook: Busta Rhymes] (I stay packing them things) Well I give it to n***as everytime You know its Busta Rhymes (I stay packing them things) If a n***a test me when I'm in the hood I wish a n***a would (I stay packing them things) Its Flipmode b**h We got a Santa Claus bag full of goodies (I stay packing them things) With a cargo of dudes in the van Face covered up with hoodies (I stay packing them things) [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] I ain't even get to rolling my sleeves up While I'm f**ing a who*e like I'm f**ing a b**h weave up Sizzle the street and I ain't even beginning to heat up Like watching a bum fight how n***as get lyrically beat up Its Flipmode b**h I love how the game need us While I'm in Costa Rica Chilling in a villa with my feet up You know I love to eat up Whack mother f**ers Especially when I get munchies after smoking the weed up And bust n***as heads 'til they catch convulsions and bleed out Or b**hes get excited and they start staining my seats up See how I light the streets up n***as talk tough when this noise around the music Too loud you need to speak up Everyday you know I'm knowing And I constantly be showing motherf**ers how to do it the right way Every now and then I might play And show a n***a what it is And how I handle biz You might have caught me on a white day So don't ever shoot a subliminal on my balls You're probably better off battling Jacob in a fight club And make me pop the right slug But its nothing n***as know I'm one of the greatest Thanks to Joe Budden [Hook: Busta Rhymes] (I stay packing them things) Well I give it to n***as everytime You know its Busta Rhymes (I stay packing them things) If a n***a test me when I'm in the hood I wish a n***a would (I stay packing them things) Its Flipmode b**h We got a Santa Claus bag full of goodies (I stay packing them things) With a cargo of dudes in the van Face covered up with hoodies (I stay packing them things)