[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
I go on and on and on and
Don't approach me, I back the ratchet, that's a warnin'
Hahaha
Y'all gon' appreciate the slap today
Taheem Allah, King Asiatic Allah
AKA Bust' Rhymes, Big Daddy Kane in the motherfucker
Yeah, we in the motherfucker this evenin'
Rest in peace Biz Mark'
Rest in peace to all of our fallen soldiers
Rest in peace to PnB Rock, look
Look
Somebody polish my crown and put it back on my motherfuckin'—
Yo, yo
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
We on course now, back with the force, respect the boss
Shots let off, shit leak out your head like pasta sauce
Who's to blame? (Uh) Burnin' this bitch and bangin' flame
Yeah, we back (Conglomerate, bitch), you know the name (Ayo)
You ridin' on empty, you should refuel at Amoco
Most you niggas is finished, now pop yourself like Plaxico
Pass the dough, cook you and serve you like a casserole
And lay you out on the street and display you like a fashion show
Sorry, but I have to go, my spit is full of rockets
And I'm done with laying niggas in quadrilateral boxes
Compatible with toxins
The texture in my lecture will reflect the image of niggas gettin' chopped with a thousand oxes
The shit that I concoct is
Mixed like type two diabetes mixed with high cholesterol, artery blockage (Haha)
You better call the cops, kid (Huh)
Or quickly turn into one of them niggas abroad as a headless unsolvable hostage
Niggas throw the coke around like them niggas in mosh pits
A lot of niggas think they got it, but niggas just pop shit
We back to giving niggas bangers, controllin' the block, it's
The fact that I'm holdin' a rock while I'm foldin' a knot, bitch
I go on and on and on and
Don't approach me, I back the ratchet, that's a warnin'
Hahaha
Y'all gon' appreciate the slap today
Taheem Allah, King Asiatic Allah
AKA Bust' Rhymes, Big Daddy Kane in the motherfucker
Yeah, we in the motherfucker this evenin'
Rest in peace Biz Mark'
Rest in peace to all of our fallen soldiers
Rest in peace to PnB Rock, look
Look
Somebody polish my crown and put it back on my motherfuckin'—
Yo, yo
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
We on course now, back with the force, respect the boss
Shots let off, shit leak out your head like pasta sauce
Who's to blame? (Uh) Burnin' this bitch and bangin' flame
Yeah, we back (Conglomerate, bitch), you know the name (Ayo)
You ridin' on empty, you should refuel at Amoco
Most you niggas is finished, now pop yourself like Plaxico
Pass the dough, cook you and serve you like a casserole
And lay you out on the street and display you like a fashion show
Sorry, but I have to go, my spit is full of rockets
And I'm done with laying niggas in quadrilateral boxes
Compatible with toxins
The texture in my lecture will reflect the image of niggas gettin' chopped with a thousand oxes
The shit that I concoct is
Mixed like type two diabetes mixed with high cholesterol, artery blockage (Haha)
You better call the cops, kid (Huh)
Or quickly turn into one of them niggas abroad as a headless unsolvable hostage
Niggas throw the coke around like them niggas in mosh pits
A lot of niggas think they got it, but niggas just pop shit
We back to giving niggas bangers, controllin' the block, it's
The fact that I'm holdin' a rock while I'm foldin' a knot, bitch
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