f/ Busta Rhymes







[Busta Rhymes]



Yeah yeah yeah yeah my name is, Bust-Down-Some'n



Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm



And I am alongside, Alkaholiks-In-Some'n



Mmhmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm



Shit feel good nigga, what the fuck y'all want?



Mhmmm-mmm..



Let me feel on some bitches, with this bully foot rap







Now, every-time-I-give-y'all-shit-that



blow up the spot, fuck what you got



And bless and execute strategical plots



that's to "Extinction Level Event" these wack niggaz offa this block



Me and Tha Alkaholiks havin a drink; watchin y'all niggaz get sick



Holdin ya stomachs 'til you earl in the sink



The type of dude I never put in my clicks; because you funny



and you be sittin down with your legs crossed like a bitch



I be the foul mouth quick to toast y'all, so-called



Niggaz who like to boast we let your bodies float along the coast y'all



This very given moment, opponent; niggaz like you



ain't allowed up in our circle cause we DON'T condone it



We love to microphone it, perhaps



What we gon' do instead is give y'all gutter beats and raw SEWAGE raps



And for the last thing that I'ma make clear



That when we present watch your step when you be COMIN round here







[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]



Every-time-we-give-y'all-shit-that



blow up the spot (fuck what you got, we got)



Shit for the East and the South and the West coast



We blazin hot (controllin the block, you better)



Watch-yo'-head-while-we-bust-somethin



to make ya duck (said get down nigga what?) You know



We-got-shit-that-make-y'all-wild-out



to bounce in the truck (aiyyo, get with the funk, y'know)







[J-Ro]



This world's tryin to make me crack, but it still ain't broke me



I fall down and just rebound like Charles Oakley



Hoes be like all he wanna do is poke me



Bitch what you think I wanna do, the hokey pokey?



Her boyfriend Smokey said he was gonna smoke me



Her daddy crazy loc he tried to beat me and choke me



And she still want me, keep blowin up my Noki'



Tryin to provoke me to fall for okey-dokey



Don't quote me boy, cause I ain't said shit



I'm just spittin liquid in the middle of the pit



Turn it up a bit, burn it up and hit the bomb



I'm iller than Sadaam takin Carrie's mom to the prom



Cool and calm, Macken-Ro, Likwid don



Bust rounds with Busta Rhymes, then I roll up, one



You got ice I got ice, but who nice on these mics?



{*scratched: "You motherfucker!"*







[Chorus]







[Tash]



We out for justice so bust this it's Busta and the Alkies



Niggaz wanna know the secret but they just can't get it out me



So they talk that shit about me but to me that's never not



They pop that shit across the room while I down another shot



I smoke a hefty bag of doz and black out, and lose composure



Close my eyes and throw a bottle (I'm fuckin up) this party over



I still got that flare so just stare from over there



Cause I'm so accurate with guns I put parts in niggaz hair



So I declare war - Tha Liks, we fierce competitors



The feds be checkin fo' us writin letters to these editors like,



"Tha Liks is veterans - they straight from California



We ain't even give a fuck when they sprayed that beer on us" like



{RRRRAHHH RAARRRAOW just like a Dungeon Dragon



Taggin Tash up on the wall while my pants is saggin



Draggin niggaz through the mud clear blood all through the club



The quickest way to show some love is let a nigga hit your bud







[Chorus]