Hot Fudge Busta Rhymes

[Produced by Backspin The Vibe Chemist]

[Verse 1]
Yuh, yo, I rearrange your whole chump change
Complicate your vision and make the world look strange
Try to remain calm, but yet you still feel perspiration
Drip from the top of your lip losin' concentration
Don't you try to front like we got some type affiliation
Bought your man some peaceful shit to avoid the confrontation!
Fear me, gets through your bloodstream, feel the circulation
Permanently trife and affectin' life like immunization
Oh, shit, I've got you feeling nervous on purpose (Ha!)
I love bringin' that shit right at you, door to door service
Instantaneous you will still get your shit bust
Only spontaneous (Ha!), all that shit talk is miscellaneous
You be rolling shady, we gon' establish all the shadiest!
Yet all of my black peoples be the most craziest
Numerals of funerals every day!
When I take a closer look at all my niggas around my way (Ha!)

[Chorus]
Yeah, I love to dig from deep within makin' your head spin
Hot Fudge comin' on in, good Lord
Hot Fudge comin' on in, good Lord
Hot Fudge comin' on in, good Lord
Hot Fudge, do-do-do-da, do-do-dee
Do-do-da-da, oww, oww, oww
Do-do-da, do-do-dee
Do-da-do-da, yaww, yaww, yaww