Lyrics:
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
Rush, they call us Russ and Run
Since that's the company, you won't be chumpin' me
Here's the man, ask that fan (Run big brother D!)
twisting the sterile canvas snoot of
a fully-charged icing anointment utensil. And every time a nice little muffin comes
by on the belt, he poots forth...
time got rushed by security
Out the door, but we don't quit
Ren said, "Let's start some shit!"
I got a shotgun, and here's the plot
Takin' niggas out
got my Hennessy find ya foes
In a room full of niggas
Tryin' to hide ya hoes
I'm gettin' high off buddha cause
The times be slow i keep my mind on dough
on your fucking wall, necklace-wearing bitch
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I
to the club
Papoose, Pa-poose!!!
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
We got a riot outside homey (Huh!) and every hood with a thug
niggaz try to rush the door
falling in love with you
Through the small port window of a big main whiner I watched the cities rush by
And the gay shining wings of a great steel eagle
the room
I was just too jiggy
Big Rabbit
(Yeah, yeah)
They said we couldn't do this shit like
(Yeah, yeah, ugh, yeah, yeah)
Faded let the fields in
ina rush
Nice n easy and take it slow
Take it slow-oooooo
And you kaa be ina rush
You can't be ina rush
A My time fi meck she
Sweat and buss up
Like
Hmmhmm outlaw Immortalz, biatch
Syke, Big muthafuckin' Syke aka mussolini
(Outlaw Immortalz)
Yaki Kadafi up in this biatch
Fatal, Komani (Outlaw
up?"
The first nigga that I saw, hit him in the jaw
Ren started stompin' him, and so did E
By that time got rushed by security
Out the door, but we
[Harlettes:] This is the story of a young girl
who was the hippest chick in town.
They call her Big Noise from Winettka.
Miss Birdie's sure to get
In a world
Where people are moving fast
In a time
Where nothing is meant to last
Even the best things in life
Are going by in a flash
The future we
it'll break your back
With the beat so loud playing Too $hort raps
That's it, I'm set
No need to talk that bullshit
I need a, Oaktown, big time
kind love I never see am
High me like say na cigar
Spanner to my screw baby na you I choose baby
You get the juice baby
Ou baby girl with you by my
they see
That they measure in
Not big minutes
(Time goes by, time goes by)
As they write their plans
On their not big hands
(Got no time to waste)
open up accounts for 'em, we bounce tourin'
Major cities, arenas, headline with big time singers
Cop Ferrari's with navigational screens
Guide us
and gave 'em to me for free
I got the the D, "peace yo, big love"
Cook up some hot shit, then go to the strip club
Then we made "The Light" and times got
till I die
Met Jay, dropped on a album in a week
Without unsigned hype or battle of the beats
The first time niggas heard me spit it in the streets
I
You got plans and finesse, you dress sick too
I'ma holla at you everytime ya pass by
And if I don't get you now this ain't the last try
You play hard
it out the studio and hit the street
Now I'm rocking one more time
Young girls love my Too $hort rhyme
But that big fat girl better let that go
time
So grab a hold of your seats while I open your mind
And take you back to when I dropped down from heaven
And I came out my moms and had a mic as my
oh
I'll get you home by a decent time
Wait, fuck yo' bed you can sleep in mine, yeah
Let's make it happen, girl, I need some time
Speakin' of time
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