Try Your Hand Busta Rhymes (Ft. Show Money)

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
While all you motherfuckers wanna gather in a huddle
I'ma pop [?] sticking a pin all in your [?]
When it comes to [?] the streets, I do it on the double
Y'all know my M.O.B., see I'm back to create some trouble
I masterminded shit, I pieced it together like puzzles
While I wife the most exotic chick and give her money like Russle
[?] lyrical to keep up with my hustle
I package the crack and give it to a couple bitches to smuggle
Look
Being clear, [?] all of you niggas when
I bite the microphone, like a nigga was born to win
To concker anything about me, it'd be hard to do it
I advise you to get smarter, you can die stupid
When I scold you while I hold you
When I mold you niggas in shape, in my mind [?] told you
Then I'm the greatest, bitch, I see the signs just been designed
What makes me dangerous, is I own a lot of money and time
A lotta dough legit, just thoughts of money and crime
Whoever the cap'll fit, but you niggas ain't wearing mine
Unfortunately, none of you niggas can do a thing about the way that I be coming
[?] my shine
[?] tryna forse it
I'm such an interesting part of the game, I'm so important
I work so hard to be the dude I am, that's why I flaunt it
To give that shit to the people, because I know they want it