[Intro]
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[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Now we came here to demonstrate
All the real live shit that we create
We the master of the street fuck what you heard
Cause everything else is quite absurd
And you know we keep it tight, that's what they say
And when you whip it in your truck just bang this everyday
We won't stop rockin', we comin' correct
And all these rappers can't stand us but give us respect
[Chorus]
Stop what you're doing ‘cause I'm about to ruin
The image and the style that you're used to
You see we droppin' that strong shit, more powerful and dominant
So just respect my conglomerate
[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
Look, bitch I'm back, it's bigfoot
Giant King Kong boss presence, they've been shook, try it now
Lock the street, let the kid cook, tie it down
Don't be mad when your bitch look, quiet down
You don't sound too convincing
Low stamina rap niggas, you need ginseng
I godfather this shit, pinky ring king
I bomb shit, nuclear missiles is whistling
(Now ya'll niggas wanna run and hide like roaches)
Cargo of coke on them boats, let the ships in
It's been a drought, coke prices is up, ching-ching
Shell a nigga from Brooklyn house to Sing Sing
Cold winters get real warm, hailstorm
Like the shakin' and beefin' in jail dorms
Got a nigga beastin' aware, I'm in rare form
Now watch how they respectin' when ringin' the air horn
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Please be advised that you should consider this as a warning
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Now we came here to demonstrate
All the real live shit that we create
We the master of the street fuck what you heard
Cause everything else is quite absurd
And you know we keep it tight, that's what they say
And when you whip it in your truck just bang this everyday
We won't stop rockin', we comin' correct
And all these rappers can't stand us but give us respect
[Chorus]
Stop what you're doing ‘cause I'm about to ruin
The image and the style that you're used to
You see we droppin' that strong shit, more powerful and dominant
So just respect my conglomerate
[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
Look, bitch I'm back, it's bigfoot
Giant King Kong boss presence, they've been shook, try it now
Lock the street, let the kid cook, tie it down
Don't be mad when your bitch look, quiet down
You don't sound too convincing
Low stamina rap niggas, you need ginseng
I godfather this shit, pinky ring king
I bomb shit, nuclear missiles is whistling
(Now ya'll niggas wanna run and hide like roaches)
Cargo of coke on them boats, let the ships in
It's been a drought, coke prices is up, ching-ching
Shell a nigga from Brooklyn house to Sing Sing
Cold winters get real warm, hailstorm
Like the shakin' and beefin' in jail dorms
Got a nigga beastin' aware, I'm in rare form
Now watch how they respectin' when ringin' the air horn
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