Shootin for the moon and land on the starrrrrrrrrrrrrs Let us land on the stars, let us land on the stars Let us land on the stars, let us [Busta Rhymes
on the stars, let us land on the stars Let us land on the stars We 'bout to do it real big like outta this world and we takin' it far Shootin' for the moon
: [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] As we go way beyond sky's the limit, and you know who we are We shootin for the moon and land on the starrrrrrrrrrrrrs Let us
(feat. Busta Rhymes) [Chorus]x2 Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up All the gals pon the dance floor wanting some
gotta eat, gotta make ends meet Stabbin for a fee, it gets hard on the fuckin streets It's like a madness, fuck making gravy I rhyme and do crimes, cuz
block One stopped, parks pops his trunk Snare pops loud as glock shots Bass like an M-80 in your face, cops stop, give us citation We pause for radio
) and write rhymes for hours The ghetto missy, drinkin' whiskey sours. [LAURYN] Bust this scenario, can't no other niggers in the barrio (From Newark to Ontario), bust
get it it's the floozy's part Gotta work for the turf and the jewels we bought First time I seen you line front Shinin like a movie star with a rhyme
Niz tease your shockra Spieces release freaks please the montsa Patit beast feez these beats will rock ya Stand tough bro hush when I bust her Rhymes
Buckin' at stars and write rhymes for hours The ghetto missy, drinkin' whiskey sours Bust this scenario, can't no other niggers in the barrio From Newark to Ontario, bust
how you act Fire in the hole stare into the glare the flare rips your retina no way to prepare for combat cock is sharp a Autobot brain cells bust
deuce deuce, my supplier was Loose Bruce Ever since I had the drop, my instinct was to shoot-shoot This ain't For the Love of Ray J, it's for the love
ass bustas acting hard, bitch please Have you ever heard the sound Of a meat cleaver swinging? Head in a handbag, hoe church singing Stare up at the moon
down the block One stopped, parks pops his trunk, snare pops loud as glock shots Bass like an M-80 in your face, cops stop, give us citation We pause for
ass with my Timberland Shorty with the Shots that I buck with, fuck with Gang hanger with the double edged banger And I got niggaz clingin' my drawers Niggaz fake I'ma bust
