We Get Busy DJ Kay Slay (Ft. AZ, Benny the Butcher, Bun B, Ghostface Killah, Papoose, Trae tha Truth & ZONE)
[Intro: DJ Kay Slay]
Ayo, it's DJ Kay Slay, the drama king
Big shouts to all the brothers doing they thing out there
But this joint is dedicated to brothers who get busy
[Verse 1: AZ]
Fuck it, free 'til I D-I-E
And I pray, "Place peace pon me," that's how I'm living
COVID killing niggas in prison, it's spreading fast
Court system's out of commission, they dead in mass
The wedding of the beast and the freak is at its peak
It reeks like a vaginal leak, half of you sleep
It's deep, seems like the grief won't cease
If your pain ain't felt the same, then don't speak
[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
When we hug these mics, we gеt busy
When we hug thesе mics, we get busy
When we hug these mics, we get busy
When we hug these mics, we get busy
[Verse 2: Papoose]
I'm a psychopathic biohazard type flow bastard
Write those classics, you write so average, I snipe your cabbage
Put the heater right to your face, ignite your your lashes
The burning bed, you sleeping on me, I light your mattress
You got insurance? It's expensive, go price your casket
Your lady is a widow like Kennedy's wife, Onassis
Inside those classes, I'm the teacher who writes no passes
Erase you, cremate you, then swipe your ashes
Ayo, it's DJ Kay Slay, the drama king
Big shouts to all the brothers doing they thing out there
But this joint is dedicated to brothers who get busy
[Verse 1: AZ]
Fuck it, free 'til I D-I-E
And I pray, "Place peace pon me," that's how I'm living
COVID killing niggas in prison, it's spreading fast
Court system's out of commission, they dead in mass
The wedding of the beast and the freak is at its peak
It reeks like a vaginal leak, half of you sleep
It's deep, seems like the grief won't cease
If your pain ain't felt the same, then don't speak
[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
When we hug these mics, we gеt busy
When we hug thesе mics, we get busy
When we hug these mics, we get busy
When we hug these mics, we get busy
[Verse 2: Papoose]
I'm a psychopathic biohazard type flow bastard
Write those classics, you write so average, I snipe your cabbage
Put the heater right to your face, ignite your your lashes
The burning bed, you sleeping on me, I light your mattress
You got insurance? It's expensive, go price your casket
Your lady is a widow like Kennedy's wife, Onassis
Inside those classes, I'm the teacher who writes no passes
Erase you, cremate you, then swipe your ashes
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