got to get it, YEAH! My niggas, all my niggas Show Me What You Got for me, what you got for me All my niggas what ya got for me All my shorties who stay
We got to get it, yeah My niggas, all my niggas Show me what you got for me, what you got for me All my niggas what you got for me, yeah All my shorties
We got to get it, YEAH! My niggas, all my niggas Show Me What You Got for me, what you got for me All my niggas what ya got for me All my shorties who
it, YEAH! My niggas, all my niggas Show Me What You Got for me, what you got for me All my niggas what ya got for me All my shorties who stay fresh
't you turn the music up All the gals pon the dance floor wanting some more what Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up [Busta Rhymes] You got a hotter
as I get signed off Lock, a thug nigga fresh out the jail house Still addicted to hustling attempted to pull my steel out Show me the money, I'm gone show what you
Ghetto is who Ro be You better just back up or get smacked up, you fellas really don't know me A total stranger, man filled with anger Since busters
a busta cross me, it don't matter the situation I damage his ass Soldier that's what I be, so bitch Why you trying to play me like a H-O-E Turn me loose
the wishes Fake ass nigga, you in shit, for fightin' over bitches You call that a player? Straight-ass sissy See me at my show nigga miss me Cause I ain
you to the Marin County Sheriff department Fuck you to the F.B.I Fuck you to the C.I.A Fuck you to the B-u-s-h Fuck you to the AmeriKKKa Fuck you to
block without my my heata Got me a dog and named her my bitch nigga eata What could they do to me that little brat Shit them niggas shot me and still
got shot I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked I ain't gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time Are you illiterate nigga
You ain't no gangsta You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker You fake fraudulent motherfucker You ain't a gangsta I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you
life away I put a hole in a nigga for fucking with me My back on the wall, now you gon' see Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me 'Cause
yourself by assumin My music keeps you movin, what are you provin? You know that I'm two levels above you baby Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby