There ain't no place in the world
Where Busta Rhymes ain't the baddest motherfucker
Do you understand?
Do you understand who this man is?
Do you understand how hard he brings it? (Hard he brings it)
Nobody's followin' this motherfucker, nobody!
Look, bitch, it's my city, you get smacked silly
Thought it was yours, gimme
Prepared to shut shit down, nigga, fuck with me
Jail music for riots, gangstas buck fifty
Fuck the place up 'til I turn a hundred and sixty
Now I'm here to switch it up, motherfuckin' lift it up
Get you niggas drunk 'til you lay in your bed and piss it up
Now I'm back with the coke, it'll make you all sniff it up
And skrrt, skrrt in the Wraith, watch me Tokyo Drift it up
Take this loss, all day sauce
(Take chains off (Uh), everything off (Uh))
Takе it all in her mouth and make the stray cough
Cocainе boss, all day floss
Foul niggas know we on the ground and we live it up
And drown cases of Goose 'til I frown and we spit it up
Got us running through it, got a hundred, stupid
Now we 'bout to lose it, y'all don't wanna do it
Watch the way we mix it up, hate the way we fix it up
Anyway, shawty get on her knees and now she licks it up
Red carpet swag on a nigga when they flick shit up
Rich Porter prices on the coke, you see the bricks is up
So far, shawties throw they bra
And I need the lighter to light the perfect cigar
Brand new jet (Jet), brand new car (Car)
Leader of the new shit, brand new Czar (Czar)
Light switch off (Oh), Cuban link cross (Oh)
The shine bright up the evening, diamonds criss-cross (Oh)
If you ain't out here to find it, time to get lost
In case you niggas ain't know
Bitch, I get busy
Like a silverback grizzly, rolled up some more sticky
Every hood to every block, brought them all with me
So much smoke, they nicknamin' the flow chimney
Bag full of franks, every federal know I'm crispy
The great Bust' Rhymes, you're with a few dimes
Just spoke your name up, you gon' live a long time
So when we in this bitch, most you niggas get no shine
Invalid niggas (Fuck 'em), stop beggin' for co-signs
Now this be the douches to have 'em black and make 'em do
Shit, bending they back up until it fuckin' break in two
Better call a medic (Oh), you know my whole aesthetic (Oh)
Energy kinetic (Oh), you better clear the exit (Oh)
Light switch on (Oh), fuck shit up 'til everyone in this bitch gone (Oh)
Launch grenade bombs (Oh)
Spit that venom to break up your legs and both arms (Oh)
Volcanic eruption, we tell 'em, "Remain calm"
Heavy metal like Metallica, now witness the massacre
Somebody should've told them niggas they shouldn't come after ya
Feed the planet the cook up, international trafficker
Now pull up with the sprinters 'cause all of my bitches passengers
So far, shawties throw they bra
And I need the lighter to light the perfect cigar
Brand new jet (Jet), brand new car (Car)
Leader of the new shit, brand new Czar (Czar)
Light switch off (Oh), Cuban link cross (Oh)
The shine bright up the evening, diamonds criss-cross (Oh)
If you ain't out here to find it, time to get lost
In case you niggas ain't know
compositores: Trevor George Smith Jr., Jamal Grinnage, Eric Murray
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