Where you think you goin. Where you think you goin. Aiiyo, what you doin nigga. Where you think you goin. Where you think you goin. Where you think you goin
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
let 'em all know it Playas takin' up off the style, well, if you think I'm scared You, dead wrong, did you think when I break you down. [Hook repeated
show [Busta Rhymes] And if you don't knowww, now you know And if you don't knowww, now you know, nigga [Outro: Tigger (Busta)] Holla Busta [both men
what you think or what you say I always love for the street every single day You better get down on your knees, you better pray Cause goin' against the
it's all the same Just a verb exchanged - you listenin? Man, I never leak what I think And never sleep cause you miss the point of life when you blink
smoke my buds with the Kottonmouth Krew, The big bad ass, you know who Well, I really can't tell if there's a difference anymore Goin' up or goin' down, where
Intro: [An interview with Xzibit] [I] I want to ask you, what is more important to you guys? All the money that you guys are talkin' about? Or
, you're breathin' your last breath Sellin' drugs is straight up genocide They're gonna laugh, while we all die Sittin' up there thinkin' you're makin' that money Hustlin' and all that, you
'll be tight But you never been near a studio in your life You see, disrespect is your last resort You're like Howard [Name], you never played this sport But you're
Den" show [Busta Rhymes] And if you don't knowww, now you know And if you don't knowww, now you know, nigga [Outro: Tigger (Busta)] Holla Busta [both
wickedest rhymes Wickedest rhymes, wickedest rhymes? Who the thugs with the wickedest rhymes Wickedest rhymes, wickedest rhymes? Bone Thugs back and you're gonna be in trouble Bone Thugs back and you're
and we lit in a doorway here Clair, stickin' up tha sto' What did you think I'm scared? There you are What did you think I'd bring you down? Shoot, shoot
Hand me a little bit of umm orange pineapple juice I'ma sip on it check it out I got a rhyme you got a rhyme But my rhyme is better than yours (repeat
the snake movin' my direction? No U-Turn, you're gettin' burned from the sun, In my intersection, the guard has spoken (Uh) Sword stroken, If you think you
this together My album was raw, because no one would ever Think like I think, or do what I do I stole the show, then I leave without a clue Whatta you think
to you You say you hate me? I just love you more You don't want me, I just want you more I buy you flowers, you throw 'em at me I know it's sad but it
