| Lyrics: | Q-tip:i got the busta bust
Yo, we make the shit wild hot
Busta:we got kamaal
Complete, we make the shit wild hot
Q-tip:i got the busta bust
Yo, we make the shit
wild hot
Both:all y'all rude boys lick a shot (gun shot)
Q-tip:i be the
all-i-seein'
The mcin'
Human bein'
Soon to be in your museum
When i'm in
your colisseum
I'm mcin'
Punishin' wack niggas for disagreein'
Did you see
him?
No, 'cause he move like the wind, in flight
Counter-attack like a jedi knight
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If you're goin' to think about combatin'
General latin
Of this mc shit you did,
killa
You just a private in the lower class
I be the upper at your lawn
Don
juan, when the mic's on
Chief abstract, ace quasimoto
Fuckin' with me, you'll be
finished like photo
I'm sure to bust your shit like bolo
Black nation needs a team,
fuck solo
I can see ya in your eyes the webness
When your ass starts to cry it's
redness
You can witness the style that i kick from the linguistics
But please come, so
save it
Dealin' with the try, but you never can
My nigga busta rhymes about to get his
man
Ay yo, we do it like this and then we do it like that
It's the abstract with the
new format
We do it like this and then we do it like that
It's the busta bust with the
new format
Busta:figaro, figaro, figaro
Bust yo shit, scar yo windpipes and
make me break yo elbow
Put my foot in your ass slow
Feel the force like a race horse
or like a heard of buffalo
Teel me why you be actin' soft
Freak the spanish flow
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Like julio ?lepingpacndahoe?
Freeze like chilly willy the eskimo
Vigilante like
steven segal
Now bust the desperado
You fuckin' with the all time pros
While
the zoom lens ammorate niggas from transistor radios
Mission impossible without expose
Once i diagnose those who be creepin' blow 'em off they tippy toes
Sorry, fake nigga that's
how it goes
Sport the suede-front bullet proof vests in case
You complicate my
dough
Handle situations pronto
While appearances got you all hearin' this when i be
doin' cameos
Shit be wild hot like tabasco
Fuck the fool-ass nigga trespass and caught
him in my last zone
Stick a nigga bad like the last hole
Runnin' up on muthafuckas
late night jumpin' out the astro
No, no,no,no,no
If you violate i start to dictate
just like fidel castro
Make you dreadlock yo' afro
And when i'm done i ride of with
theme music by my man d'angelo
We make the shit wild hot
Chorus (x3) |
