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Busta Rhymes Blown

that'll get me blown, blown (Yes) And yes I got a problem with you tryin to' be me Well, it's just me tryin' to be me that'll get me blown, blown (Huh

blown(blown) (Hwuh) And (Yes) I hate you hatin' on me (Unless) you wanna see them lasers homie All up in your face, that'll get you blown (blown) And

L, so I don't drive lex Games so bickery, so full of trickery Nursery, rhyming, hickory, dickory Blowing that side, the hood call it pickory, Biggie, puffy, busta

in a fo' do' [Z-Ro] Slow Loud And Bangin', all in my trunk Trunk full of funk, I ain't never been a punk I blow on skunk, I blow on doja Military minded

in a fo' do' [Z-Ro] Slow Loud And Bangin', all in my trunk Trunk full of funk, I ain't never been a punk I blow on skunk, I blow on doja Military minded

Cause we real, on a mission to get it can't stop Going platinum, everytime another tape drop [Z-Ro] It's the return of Z-Ro the Crooked, busting heads

want none When I be coming down and gripping, on my gun Finger, on the trigger, every-body ducking And running, from the scene cause Z-Ro done start busting

you fuck up my moves Dude, finally I found myself, I had to stop Blowing that kick em cause eventually I would of drowned myself Already need a anger management class See if a busta

way the games get controlled Yo, two years ago, a friend of mine Told me Alize and Cristal blows your mind Bear witness to the dopest fuckin rhyme