Tough Guy Xzibit (Ft. Busta Rhymes)

[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Ayo, it's the immaculate conception, Busta-Bus himself
And nothin' other than the godfather, spectacular X-to-the-Zizzle
That's what the fuck it is, 'nough said
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I wanna see you motherfuckers put your hands up
Stretch, bitch, like you doin' aerobics, motherfucker
Yeah

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Thought you was a tough guy?
Then I put one right in ya head
Now tell me what you think you is now
(A top dollar biller, a Rottweiler, a killer
Slap the shit out a nigga tryna copy my style)

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
I got cars, many switches, many hoes and many bitches
Many bodies that's buried in holes of many ditches
Many, many homes, plenty chrome up on my whip
Plenty stop for you
Make me run up on your block and cock the semi
Ready, any nigga front, I hold it steady
I cock back, pop the ratchet and spill your spaghetti
Properties or blocks, we control 'em
Many, many Glocks, know how I kill all your soldiers, Freddy
My machete will cut niggas like I ain't really like 'em
Then carve a nigga meat deep like I'm killin' a bison
Tyson, animal instinct the way I will beat you
Got many shots and plenty spots for them bullets to eat you
See-through, them holes them bullets'll leave in between you
It seems you got left to die slow all up inside the venue