Lay Em to Rest Busta Rhymes (Ft. French Montana, Reek Da Villian & Uncle Murda)

[Intro: Onyx & Busta Rhymes]
Take 'em up, take 'em out, bring 'em out dead! (Dead!)
Shine 'em up, shine 'em up, shine a bald head! (Head!)
One gun, two gun, three gun, four!
You're mine! It's all about Secret Specialist
Yuh, somebody call the hospital now!
There will be a couple of EMS units needed!
Reek Da Villian! French Montana! Uncle Murda! Bus-a-Bus!
Somebody ass in trouble now
Automatic!

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Yes, yes, y'all! (Yes, y'all!)
You know you niggas fuckin' with the best, y'all! (Best, y'all!)
We comin' for your motherfuckin' chest, y'all! (Chest, y'all!)
We 'bout to lay you niggas down to rest, y'all! (Rest, y'all!), yes, yes, y'all! (Yes, y'all!)
Yes, yes, y'all! (Yes, y'all!)
You know you niggas fuckin' with the best, y'all! (Best, y'all!)
We comin' for your motherfuckin' chest, y'all! (Chest, y'all!)
We 'bout to lay you niggas down to rest, y'all! (Rest, y'all!), yes, yes, y'all! (Yes, y'all!), yes!

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Ayy, fresh up out the South Bronx, nigga name Montana (Who?)
All black grey bands and the black Phantom (Ha)
Here is somethin that you can't understand
Ain't nothin' realer, man
I got a sawed-off (Brrr), knock your motherfuckin' door off (Door off)
Ain't nothin' realer, press record off (Woo)
Me and Murda, Reek, Busta on track
Call your favorite DJ, tell 'em, "Bring it back"