97 Busta Illmaculate & OnlyOne

[Chorus: Illmac & OnlyOne]
Woo-hah, got you all in check
Bob yo head, break yo neck
Woo-hah, got you all in check
Bob yo head, break yo neck
'97 Busta (say what?)
Feel like '97 Busta (say what?)
Told 'em bob ya head 'til you break ya neck
Like '97 Busta (hold up!)
Feel like '97 Busta (break yo motherfuckin' neck!)
Feel like '97 Busta (break yo motherfuckin'—)
Break yo neck!

[Verse 1: OnlyOne]
We in flip mode like Busta
And hey I burn like Usher
With my shorty like Muska
I'm in the building like 'Wassup?'
Fuck a army fatigue
I'm in my RL jeans
Fuck a bullet, my homie got hit by a RPG (Carni)
I go in cray like 'Ye
I'm smokin' a J like Ray
A fuckin' drug addict, I gotta take it day-by-day (yeah)
I'm just high off drugs (yeah)
So who am I to judge?
Yeah I had to write the judge
Like sorry I was drivin' drunk (sorry)
Like sorry 'bout the high-speed chase
I think my weed was laced
Like how cops see my face?
I'm pretty sure I'm gon' beat this case (uhhh)
Anyway, gotta go now
Comes around goes around (yeah)
Like a merry-go-round (yeah)
Like a whore in a small town (yeah)
This shit like '97 Busta 'fore he cut off his dreads
This shit like Scott Storch production 'fore he fucked off his bread
This shit like Jay, Roc Nation after he cut off his friend
This shit go hard like Braveheart like when they cut off his head
Yeah