where my fuckin money?) Think i still aint crazy coz i cut my dread and if you short my cake im off side of your head (bitch where my fuckin money?) [
want mine Where my fuckin money? ! [HOOK:] I ain't speakin foreign... you know what I'm saying Better have my bread nigga I ain't playin (Bitch... where my fucking money
i want mine Where my fuckin money?! [HOOK] I aint speakin foreign..you know what im saying better have my bread nigga i aint playin (Bitch..where my fucking money
cause it's my time (Fabolous) My day, gotta do it now Hey hey hey heey I gotta stay on my grind cause it's my time (hey), My time (hey), my time (hey)
to back To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches
but scavengers and the bettin' ain't good Show me where it's sunny at, where it's funny at Hoes with the polished toes, I'm a money cat Tip toe blow walkin
Smilin' faces replaces friends when people recieve ends Now all of a sudden I'm actin funny because my moneys loaned But there was no drama when I was livin' at my momma's
LaReece) [LaReece] Guess who's back. [Repeat 7x] [Intro: Krayzie Bone] [Repeat 2x] Who the thugs with the wickedest rhymes Wickedest rhymes, wickedest rhymes
[LaReece] Guess who's back. [Repeat 7x] [Intro: Krayzie Bone] [Repeat 2x] Who the thugs with the wickedest rhymes Wickedest rhymes, wickedest rhymes [
(feat. Ludacris & Lil Wayne) [Busta Rhymes:] Yea I'm back to drive you crazy with that hottest shit in the streets No if's, and's, or maybe's Errbody
So make sure that you youngin's got it right Kane's who's the fuckin rock stars party like (You heard!) [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] So don't touch me nigga
time Busta Bust for short, for some better know me Bust' Rhymes (What's good?) Maintainin (same here, just smashin) (How the fam?) They all good my nigga
So make sure that you youngin's got it right Kane's who's the fuckin rock stars party like (You heard!) [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] SO DON'T TOUCH ME NIGGA
ghetto life) [Busta Rhymes] (In the ghetto) That's where we get into that street shit Hustle hard, try to get money quick (In the ghetto) That's where I got my
club on my 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
them city folk Every day landlord knockin down my do' Wonderin where my next blessing is comin from [Busta Rhymes] My momma and poppa, moved to the U.S
