[Produced by Psycho Les & Roc Marciano]

[Chorus: Yummy Bingham & Busta Rhymes]
These streets is watchin' the way you move
(Watch how you move nigga)
So be careful in all that you do
(Watch what you doin' nigga)
If you shittin' where you eat it might cause you trouble
And this ain't nothing that I've heard
Only what I've learned
Mark my words
So please don't sleep
(Don't you do that)
Or the wolves come to eat
(Them niggas hungry)
And they sniff you out
And make you a target
Boy better run for cover
(Run for cover nigga)
Are you hearin' what I'm sayin?
Cause you know them boys ain't playin'
When that thing go "POP!"
Better hope it ain't for you

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Yo, early to rise
As I'm recollectin'
I'm cookin'
That thing up for breakfast
One of my sons'll
Go get the paper
While I'm robed up
Louis house slippers
Nasty stocking cap on
Smoking a [?] while I plot on another caper
Respectively, see I've been genetically blessed
To move like I'm a G-F
Designer cigars and pinky rings
Ain't no question how we move on bigger things
On the patio speakin' of old connecs
My Dominican/Puerto Ricans
Pablo Augustus and Miguel Filejo
They be speakin' with strong accents
And have they soldiers shoot you, pendejo
Re-aligning the link after the convo
Gettin' back to it fast
Compadres papered up
Probly floodin' my stash
Booty-makin bitches be countin' my cash
Walk around wearin' nuttin'
Diesel as fuck
Cellulite dimples in they ass
Peep the way how I prosper
And I prophet
Gettin' cook and then grindin' it up
While I make sure these niggas ain't try'na line me up
(Gone!)
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