, you know me) Don't believe 'em when they try to say it's over! (I can't hear ya, I'm way up here, what you say?) Just tell 'em they're number one (it
you know me) Don't believe 'em when they try to say it's over! (I can't hear ya, I'm way up here, what you say?) Just tell 'em they're number one (it'
these On the spot, red dots make 'em all believe Ain't nobody kicking the rhymes like these See I do the things that they can't achieve So don't start
type Bitches I kick to curbs, you would make your wife Twice hit by the gun spit, kid still breathing While half you busters in this damn game are still teething Believe
2: Hen-Gee ] Impressionalist, not a ventriloquist Don't hang out with suckers worth less than piss Suckers can all come kiss the tip Of my knob when I aim I don't
You may be gone but you're never over And it don't stop, oh And it don't quit, oh And it don't stop, oh And it don't quit, oh And I miss you, oh I
huh? I introduce you to?Krayzie Bone, Layzie Bone, Wish Bone Incarcerated right now, Flesh Bone We ain?t forget aboutchu niggaaa, Bone Thugs, the originators, Nigga don?t
let it goooooooo! (Y'all ain't ready! You are not ready!) And clear the air (Akon! Shabba! And Busta Bus!) [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Mi come to willin
own, don't mentally enslave your own If you God, then save your own, don't mentally enslave your own If you God, then save your own, don't mentally enslave
m a b-boy so don't test me, many rappers don't impress me You try steppin into my city I'll, Snipe em like Wesley So you best be on your way, I'm doper
a me duck, Lil' B won't set up, wet up, get 'em on the get up, Bone won't let up (Chorus) [Busta Rhymes] Hey you, don't you dare give me no type of
big Bad Ass in this motherfucker, see y'all niggaz know the half Still representin' the O, homey the Eastside, nigga 100th Ave Unfuckwittable, see all we bust is rhymes
Claim you're getting paid but I can't tell You keep rapping in my ear got me mad as hell You talk a good game but I don't believe in you Be smoking lotta
in a coffin' Punk stuff don?t make it back, very often I got Erick to take care of the Sermon Ashes to ashes, dust, bodies burnin' Bustin' open the
