[Intro: DJ Kay Slay]
It's DJ Kay Slay the drama king
And this is what happens when you put 3 lyricists on one record
That's right, I said lyricists, not rappers
And for you haters out there, pay attention
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
(Jealousy's a motherfucker) Better go
You don't want no problem, you don't wanna mess with it
How I put it down then make 'em come around, niggas already be knowing how I be the best with it
How I step all up in the spot every time you see a nigga fresh step with a little fresh fitted
Bust every bottle in the building and I fuck shit up
I got 'em whilin' till a nigga know he finished
(You weak jealous motherfuckers) You see them gather closer
Pretty white bitches be linin' up like bricks of coca
Make it bounce, stretch and spread yo' ass, yoga
Bangin' on niggas untill we probably break a shoulder
I don't ever give a fuck what it cost, see, the money I'ma toss
Make way homie, see we coming through a little bit
Illiterate, but you know you fuckin' with a boss
Yeah we takin' all the small countries where they don't know us like "Yo, who that?"
While we go and hit 'em with the shit that make 'em wanna raise up, uh-uh, don't do that
Tired of telling niggas when you know exactly what I'm on
Get this bread, bakery, cake up little nigga then I'm gone
Y'all see the way we gotta black out every time I beat 'em in the head till the nigga run along like balalala
It's DJ Kay Slay the drama king
And this is what happens when you put 3 lyricists on one record
That's right, I said lyricists, not rappers
And for you haters out there, pay attention
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
(Jealousy's a motherfucker) Better go
You don't want no problem, you don't wanna mess with it
How I put it down then make 'em come around, niggas already be knowing how I be the best with it
How I step all up in the spot every time you see a nigga fresh step with a little fresh fitted
Bust every bottle in the building and I fuck shit up
I got 'em whilin' till a nigga know he finished
(You weak jealous motherfuckers) You see them gather closer
Pretty white bitches be linin' up like bricks of coca
Make it bounce, stretch and spread yo' ass, yoga
Bangin' on niggas untill we probably break a shoulder
I don't ever give a fuck what it cost, see, the money I'ma toss
Make way homie, see we coming through a little bit
Illiterate, but you know you fuckin' with a boss
Yeah we takin' all the small countries where they don't know us like "Yo, who that?"
While we go and hit 'em with the shit that make 'em wanna raise up, uh-uh, don't do that
Tired of telling niggas when you know exactly what I'm on
Get this bread, bakery, cake up little nigga then I'm gone
Y'all see the way we gotta black out every time I beat 'em in the head till the nigga run along like balalala
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