Keepin’ It Tight Busta Rhymes

[Verse 1]
Yeah, Flipmode Squad (Uh)
Yeah, there ain't nothin' iller (What, what)
(Hah) Busta Rhymes got another killer (Yeah)
Niggas be gamblin', playing Cee Lo (What?)
We be gettin' money at casinos (Money...)
Gamble my money like gambinos (Ahh)
Scarface look like Al Pacino (What?)
Now my pockets got muscles like Lou Ferrigno (Ooh)
Copped the hot shit, big up my nigga Premo (P, son)
Stack loot with my nigga Dino and Enno (Julio)
Hah, Spliff and my other nigga Chico (What)
Uno dos tres quatro cinco (Gimme five)
Count from ten all the way back to zero (All)
Set it off rep' from here to Puerto Rico (True)
Runnin’ the bitches mixed with black and Flilpino (Ooh!)
Trick in the hide or on the niko (What)
Caught the round trip to Santo Domingo (Yeah)
My nigga Spliff criminal like Max Remo (For real)
Thug think he loud then show me your hero (Hmmm)
Nigga tried to play me on the D-Low (What?)
Tried to short me couple gram on a kilo (Say what?)
Thought we didn't know better, oh, yeah, we know (Hah, hah)
Steppin' them niggas for what its gon' be, yo (What)
Niggas spend money then fuck a free show (Yeah)
Get in with shorty who whip in a little Geo (What?)
Derelict niggas get left by the seashore (Ah-hah)
Lock up a nigga and sabotage the keyhole (Yeah)