Blowing the Speakers Busta Rhymes

[Intro]
Yeah (Yeah), Murda on the beat so it's not nice
Yeah (Yeah)
And yeah (And yeah)
Yeah

[Chorus]
We turnin' the heat up again (Yeah)
We fuckin' the beat up again (Yeah)
We fuckin' the street up again (Yee)
We blowin' the speakers again (Yeah)
In my Ferragana-Ferragamo (Uh)
While they fear the God, I fear the problem (Uh)
Bitch, we be comin' to win (Yeah)
Yes, we came a long way from the bottom
We turnin' thе heat up again (Uh)
We fuckin' the bеat up again (Yeah)
We fuckin' the street up again (Yeah)
We blowin' the speakers again (Woop)
In my Ferragana-Ferragamo (Yeah)
While they fear the God, I fear the problem (Yeah)
Bitch, we be comin' to win (Uh)
Yes, we came a long way from the bottom (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
In a Panamera Porsche (Ugh)
Color marinara sauce (Ugh)
Color soundin' like I split a atom, put the body on a cross (Yeah)
Doin' this shit like you can't imagine
Even my bitches be whippin' Phantoms (Bitches be whippin' Phantoms)
My bitches drink flat tummy tea 'til all they shit all flatten (Yah)
See how we lettin' it go? (Damn)
Hannibal Lecter with flows (Damn)
Very selective with hoes
Despite I'm the nigga she chose (Damn)
Get imported fabrics from Morocco (Yeah, yeah)
Ship with a ten million dollar condo (Yeah, yeah)
Just to me Macho C-Camacho (Yeah, yeah)
Leadin' the flacas, they gotta follow (Yeah)