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Busta Rhymes We Got What You Want

truck Yes, yes, y'all bounce, we go what ya want All my niggaz, all my niggaz All my bitches, c'mon We stay spittin' on, see what we sittin' on Shittin' you

'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

the shit slapped out Your motherfucking ass, what 3-2 say Yeah man, you bootleggers, we got all kind Of bootleggers out here though, you know I'm saying We

We in this rap game to get mill niggas, running up on us you get killed niggas [Chorus - 2x] Money making we gone ball baby, we coming down We some

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

give a fuck about you Or them five mouths you forced to feed (uh-huh) No including yourself All you want is what they perceiving as greed So as you

Remember that shit you said to Vibe about me bein a thug You can tell the people you roll with whatever you want But you and I know what's going on Payback

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

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