Fall Back Busta Rhymes (Ft. Fabolous & Lloyd Banks)

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Nigga
You know it's a pimpin affair when the car enters
While you give your hoes mostly ice like bartenders
We shop heavy; a bunch of hard spenders
I'm a giant
In rap it's difficult for small forwards to guard centers
Don't let me hit you with the cali bro
I'm raining with the record of a street legend
And you ain't up my alimo
My nigga buggin' off that tan grass and hash
It'll cut a nigga's shit quicker than Grand Master Flash
Your shit ain't gonna never pop like 10 gold chains
That's why your bitch blowin' on me like Nintendo games
I ain't surprised most these hoes been the same since school
Doing more bending over than a game of pool
Get your own bread
Don't sweat it I got some
Now guns are like tattoos nigga, even Bow Wow's got one
You fuckin' with a champion
If I can't do it, it can't be done
Why you think we' number one?

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
A lot of this niggas be runnin' with their crew frontin'
Perfectly honest
You niggas ain't gonna do nothin'
Chill yall...
And my nigga you can hold that
If you don't want to feel the ratchet
Nigga fall back