In the Club Busta Rhymes (Ft. Spliff Star)

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
This shit is crouded
Up in this motherfucking club
Niggas just fighting
Up in this motherfucking club
They throwing bottles
Up in this motherfucking club
Y'all don't want no problems
Up in this motherfucking club
Move it along
Trick, quick
Trick, just carey on
Trick, quick
Trick, you hear the song
Trick, quick
Trick, ain't nothing going on
Trick, quick
Just keep it moving

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Hey, trick, instead of posing with [?] face
You gotta work a lil harder, just to enter my space
When we be up in the spot, causing massive histearia
Don't you see the velvit roap, taping off my whole erea?
Flipmode up in this bitch, and we'll try not to hurt ya
Hope that you ready to fuck, for you enter my circle
You waited [?] long, ma, I know that you thirsty
You should've did something to get your ass inside the club early
Before we come, the club empty
From the floor to the ceiling
Soon as we come, shit packed, soon as we enter the building
See this money, cash, hoes, we already possess it
The shit is in such an abundance, ain't no reason to stress it
It's probably why you ain't got nothing to offer that's special
You can't get up in here, but you can go give head to my nephew
The way the spot be layed out, shit be groomed for a nigga
[?] roll out the carpet and make room for a nigga