you won't te-ll, I won't te-ll If you won't te-ll (I said that I won't te-ll) I say if you won't te-ll...
won'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
, will I wind up in a coffin I don't know, I'm about to blow, I don't wanna take no mo' But when I bust in a rush, you better hit the flow Reality is
and I make 'em dance Everytime I grab the mic, and take the stand How many mics I gotta break, till I make some grands They say I'm ready, cause I wreck
get devoured I won't say I'm sorry cause I don't want glory Gonna stimulate this party, so don't you worry Bustin all fresh rhymes, don't need to diss Cause I
I kneel and pray I hope the Lord understand When he's gone, devolve, I become a dangerous man Ain't crazy or deranged, I'm sayin (I'm sayin) But when
me! "Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E. "Tellin you to hear it.." [repeat 2X] "Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E. "Tellin you
Ain't crazy or deranged I'm sane [I'm sane] But when these kids go to spray him Boy I won't be playin' But clienteles And rhyme sell's Question
me tell you something you f--king piece of s--- you'll never have no money, now tell me was it worth it? you leave a trail of lies that's why you keep
high breakin rules you got ya P's mixed up you ain't no pimp you's a forty I spit for major mix while you make tapes for ya homie and then you work up
What do you think Do you think he gon do something Don't let the money fool you Don't let the money do you Cause it ain't really about nothin' (nothin
do you think Do you think he gon do something Don't let the money fool you Don't let the money do you Cause it ain't really about nothin' (nothin') Its
So I figure I'll slow down the rhyme So they can understand I'm filled with so much anger and pain And if I drop, then I'll explode like a fuckin grenade