yo mom pick up the phone, I g- I gotta to talk to you ma) If you was five percent instead of actin stupid and guessin You had to go and study your lessons
I'm at the same place y'all be at It's obvious you don't know how I react Like, I don't know where the party's at You're foamin at the mouth, losin breath
P. Did} Drink yack till a nigga fallin out {Rhymes} Flat on his back now watch a nigga crawlin out, talk to me {Chorus: Pharell + (Busta Rhymes)} I said Busta
pro right now I see betta bitches I think you got to go right now (Chorus w/ different adlibs from Busta Rhymes) {Busta Rhymes} It's Spliff Star up
the record Everytime you see me, you need to, you better respect it Cause when I bring it, you I'm only comin to bust it (TURN IT UP) BUSTA BUS, SWIZZ
solitaire you crown is rip cause rapper you sound counterfeit. You get a round of clips - if you play hard You stay scarred thinkin of graveyard you're
smoke brew ? You don't smoke brew... If you do I'll choke you and then I guarantee I'll out smoke you You're crew's a joke too and I can stick my dick
I'm tellin you, I swoop her like a pelican do You sayin - look at that pelican fly; you spittin gelatin rhymes They shaky as shit, ugly in the mold you
rhyme? Ha! That's the funniest line that I heard in a long time The wanna be me's that they I sound off beat I'm not off beat, I'm totally unique and
my singles, I'm droppin one of my targets Lord forgive me for my sins, I gave you hits I gave you "All I Do Is Win", I live this shit And, we the best
tell him I ain't home I ain't got a bankroll, you heard me singing the blues But if they really want it, I got I.O.U's You don't really gotta stress about
will keep you locked in [Q-Tip] People all around You got to recognise and witness The Mister who swift enough to knock you out with Mic fitness Hands
them fat beats you better take a seat before the lyrics and the music be too late you better cordinate you feet before i blast that ass you'll be outkastin
if I bend ya? Over rover, do me like Gumby I'm sure you'd like that, you little skank And when I finished I stuffed her fucking head in the fish tank
the day I'm a spit it how I feel it, fuck a gimmick You can keep your catchy lines, I'm bout to write a rhyme If you got a backpack tryin' to act black
cause he walked up and said "what set you claimin" I don't bang I write the good rhymes The whole scenery reminded me of Good Times I don't like to feel that I
bass Then you faint, or better yet pass out When I'm on the mic, believe it's ass out You think you're raw so you draw You lose, you're hung, you bite
a nine pistol whip you on the side of your eye, watch it pop out, we knock out cats, with the floors when it rocks out, shocked out, like you driving