New York shit Razor in my mouth on my New York shit (Ladies and Gentlemen!!!) [Busta Rhymes] Yeah! I'm on my New York shit Got the world followin the
New York shit Kid Capri on my New York shit DJ Red Alert on my New York shit Funkmaster Flex on my New York shit Woo, I'm on my New York shit B.I.G.
He tried to battle me and found self-DESTRUCTION [Mr. Mixx] 2 Live Crew 2 Li - 2 Li - 2 Li - 2 Live Crew Bus - Bust a rhyme Bus - Bust a rhyme Bus - Bust a rhyme
t from muhfuckin' New York That nigga be out there with them Cali niggas Yo nigga man fuck Pac that nigga West Coast that fucker that always with them New York
would hit more notes than Ron Isley I wouldn't rhyme about Rolleys if I had no watch Wouldnt write about crack if I ain't had no spot You talk six coupe shit
again, rise wit me mufuckas As I welcome you all to the genesis A whole new foundation, A whole new idea A whole new experience A whole... entire... new... movement Busta Rhymes
they ass out Call the ambulance [Rampage] Catch sixteen to remove your organs H-2-O ridin round in same orbits Notorious from New York to New Orleans
Hoo! Yeah it's another one of them marvelous shits Yeah, Flipmode, huh, Busta Rhymes shit, yeah So remarkable, yeah As I say it over and over again From
abandon ship Niggaz talk shit then they abandon ship Niggaz talk shit, then they abandon ship Niggaz talk shit then they abandon ship {Verse One: Rampage the Last Boy Scout, Busta Rhymes
to wake my moms up Cause when I bust, I lick shots like a shotty Thats why nut is all over your body You know what's up [Busta Rhymes] B.R. and B.I.
your whole entourage off with just one rhyme One rhyme... one rhyme... just one rhyme I don't give a fuck I kill em with just one rhyme Woo, hah, heh
Lloyd Banks, Papoose) [Intro & Chorus] "Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it - turn it - leave it - stop - format it" [repeat 6x] [Intro: Busta Rhymes
Intro: Busta Rhymes] Aiyyo Swizzy I told these niggaz I was comin back to bust they ass!!! Ok! Remix! Part Two! [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] See now you who
the game is tits, but you gotta admit that the soul be the, holder of the mic device Rhymes filled with blood and guts, the game filled with bolts and nuts, but them shits
pass 'em up The Dodge got a hemmy in it, Game got a Remy in 'em In and out of lanes like a New York cab I'm Mr. Ol' King, that New York cab Who's this
