Lyrics:
up at five
tryna make it work but might get active for that devils pie
But I ain't with that fast life I thug it out stay on my grind
Nigga claim he
prejudices that if you're black
You're an ignorant thug and that's just not the facts
Save rap, I spit it on a mission, I'ma get it
Got to do it, get
Welcome to Rap City, it's your boy Big Tigger and I'm
Happy to introduce my guest, Mr. Busta Rhymes
It's Busta Bus, you know the god you trust,
it's to get more pape
So I'ma do all three nigga
This is for the, this for the
The shorties that
Wanna be a thug
All up in they snap hype and wearing
Watch me,
Watch me,
I see you try to diss our function by stating that we can't rap,
Is it 'cause we don't wear Tommy Hilfiger or baseball caps,
We
I knew he was talking to you, I was down with you so I couldn't stand it
Don't try to lie, Don't try to cry, Ain't nothing more for us to talk about
bitch got punched to shit pointin gun at me
CHORUS
Hey hey!!!
Give it to me give it to me give it to me
One more time let’s party like it’s 1999
the ass
Staff getting rigid, wasn't gonna take away the visits
Segregate niggas by theyself and make 'em stay with it
Wicked, swung the shank around
, shake it)
Came up in my hood selling fifties like Slim Shady (fifty)
Flood the street like Walgreens and got choppers like the Navy (Navy)
Drink lean
trapped in the rap
Game at sixteen and saw
It's no more than a crap game
Know what I mean?
Like when you feel you shake 'em
Right they fake roll snake
Eyes
Pac what it's like
To be ready every night
AK-47 by the window aiming at car lights
For Makaveli the Mac is ready to explode
On any mother fucker who
know how to step
Cause a nigga been prepped by the cards I been dealt
And you know that I'm stamped
It get deeper than death
It get deeper than death
fake
You either bend or you break
You either giving me me less
Or giving me more
But I can't
I thought you were the one
To hold me down in this
Rap shit
clowns get rushed out
Q said it's on me so the contract wouldn't con me
Ten times harder and twenty shades darker than Jon B.
This round I'm a killer
up, get on the one way 'cause more Sundays hotter than Monday
Often gettin' trailed by cops, gotta get away by hittin them blocks
Got my glock, never
(Okay)
I'll try, I guess
Hell yeah lets do it
The floor is yours whenever you're ready D-Rita
So you guys just want me to like rap into this thing?
That's
a buck and a buckshot and the barrel is yours!
I'm psycho pathic like manson
Aint wit the dancin
But still i get more cheers than ted danson
More dough
Got: that’s Em’ Bezel-ment (embezzlement)!
Let’s rap! ‘Cause I know what I’m best at
I know when it’s just beefs
And I know when it’s just rap
You went
you oughta swing by
Cause I might be these cats' craved appetite
If that's the case, then it's gonna be a homicide
Either them or possibly me, my
possibly lock with me
My squad be bringin' more "havoc" than "prodigy"
Ain't no stoppin' me, I got killers that'll pop for me
Run up in my stash
pumps poisonous blood, your choice, the slugs
You do dirt in the rain, than your name is mud
Major love to thugs in the back of the clubs
Strapped for
surrounded by the turbulent faces
And in search of oasis I found rap records
earnin' the papers by whippin' halfsteppers
Don't get your GAP sweater tied in
They got me feeling more relaxed when I'm tense
Like who to compete and do it like this, or better
Better yet, you go drop a gem and you feeding
thought would stay, can't go through that shit no more
All it is rich rap, ain't no body broke no more
No more, No more, No more
Niggas wildin for profit,
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