Maze - The Assignment lyrics

Word up, Busta Bus, my motherf**in n***a, man. (Bus) Yeah, this one n***a Right there [Noreaga] What, what, yo, you know Nore, type a n***a stay real trump I ain't the type to fight a n***a, just blaze you up What the f**? All you n***as wanna say what, what While you half way thugs sounding half way bu*t If you ain't with Busta Bus then shut the f** up n***as is snakes, in other words just like jakes Yo, I sell raps, used to sell crack on crates Its like a stock that shot, oh look what it dropped Yo, I hate to have to send my n***as all in you spot Like Spliff Star Shootin right all in your car Busta Bus plug the engine, with bananas Even if they lose, its like we still got cameras We play the game like the movie, smoke Lucy B.I.G. gone, but my favorite song still Juicy [Busta Rhymes] Yo, ya-yo, yo closed caption, son don't even know what's happenin Before the second thought, make you feel the wrath of my clappin (Boom!) Fire flashin, two holes up in your head matchin Dope fiend in the corner, itch from eight scars scratchin (Huh) We make the nutta bu*ta, thick creamy sh** from the gutter Paranoid these n***as, flip and make they heartbeat flutter You's a s**er, (ha) lace you up with my box-cutter Your mother love your other son like you ain't even his brother p**y n***a, I flip up to the max on you, n***a Pose the violent threat immediately, black on you n***a Ski maskin', f** whatever question you askin Busta Rhyme and Nore connect on the train, we attachin Hold your corner, violatin 'cross the border (huh) Try to catch my j**el, spyin with your tape recorder f** is wrong with you?! Don't you know we raw till the end? Battlefield sh**, Flipmode Squad, CNN Chorus: Busta Rhymes (Noreaga) Busta Rymes (What, what!) Noreaga (What, what!) Flipmode (What, what!) Thugged Out (What, what!) Spliff Star (What, what!) Busta Rhymes (What, what!) Noreaga (What, what!) Thugged Out (What, what!) Flipmode (What, what!) Busta Rhymes (What, what!) Noreaga (What, what!) Thugged Out (What, what) Spliff Star (What, what!) Flipmode (What, what!) Busta Rhymes (What, what!) Noreaga (What, what!) [Maze] (What, what) Yo, it's the same as any, in this game you wanna lose Jump out the Ac, run up with the Uz', don't move Magically Maze Lyrically invade like a SWAT raid, top grade rockin wallaby suede I'm always coppin, poppin, three in the air For my n***as not here Locked in Whitney, tipsies Specifically, and twist me when its Cristy [Noreaga] Let me go again, make sure the sh**s soakin Thugged Out and Flipmode is like next of kin Yo, we do what up, sendin em n***as that will screw it up What! Handle your business, God, even if ?Kalu? what up I rock Clarks, on and off, like John Starks What? Shoot at your face, God, aim at your heart Yo, from Indiana to Atlanta, God we got this Jose Luis, thugs just put me in the hotlist I rip shows, but never gotta go at hoes Stay travellin, playin click, just stay froze I got the left arm, stay in the game like Montan' My thug charm is everywhere now, dot com Hear me anytime, you can access it W dot Nore, yo, s** my dick Peep me with Akinyele, yo, f**in for free On some thug sh**, my thugs stay f**in with me What! [Spliff Star] Yo, every battle n***a I got your gat, so let me splatter Into smithereens Throw some bullets in his jeans Another thug story, I bust my gun for Nore Snap a n***a neck, now the law lookin for me I'm thugged out, bugged out, blow your f**ing mug out No di-doubt, I see you can't eat what you dish out Watch, I reach in your soul, n***a and pull the b**h out Watch my tech rise, feel the shells that it spit out I'm warning you, send twenty n***as deep to corner you Dressed in black From Brook' to Iraq Blastin Mack 10's, I be k**in ya Benz Live coverage at ten, on CNN Chorus *order differs slightly* What,what!