BUSTA RHYMES lyrics : "Otis"
Buss (go hard or go home)
Buss (dog, wattup?)
Buss these ^!$$%s in they f-cking head!
I'm right here dog, fo'real
You know how we do
It is not a f-cking game!
Any you ^!$$%s got a doctor in the house
[Dmx]
I'm taking the mic, f-ck who's next
Two ^!$$%s reppin' the r, x and x
My ^!$$%s aint on no rap %#@!, my ^!$$% clap %#@! that quick?
Yeah, we on that %#@!
[Busta rhymes]
'Bout to roundhouse kick you muthaf-cking ^!$$%s face off
My voice so big you can turn the f-cking bass off
Wanted for lots of murders lately, cops around the place off
I'm bussin' dmx up in this (*##$, you better take off
[Dmx]
Went away for a while, jail, prison
Gettin' down for real, f-ck it, livin'!
Don't worry 'bout what condition I'm in
Cats can't survive half the places I've been
[Busta rhymes]
And while a lot of muthaf-ckers sit and watch the throne killa
We in the booth blackin' dog, welcome home ^!$$%
We spazzin' in this (*##$, while we keeping the crowd hyped
Remind em like what this %#@!s supposed to sound like
Dawg, I pulled up in front of the jail to picked you up
Convoy of whips with 'bout 30 (*##$es in the trunk
Come on,
[Dmx]
They sayin' locked down is easy
But a ^!$$% like me is greasy
Population or pc?, check my 5 ^!$$%?, see when I'm on
Feedin' ^!$$%s with that thang then I'm gone
[Busta rhymes]
Most you ^!$$%s talk too much, puttin' police on 'em
Bunch of blabber mouth $$# ^!$$%s: jackie gleason
I dig my foot in ya face, putting my cleats on
You ^!$$%s off, steady watchin' me putting the streets on
[Dmx]
You need to think cause I got on and changed, something changed?
(*##$, I am the streets, what's my name?
I've been trying to stay sucka free but look where the suckers be
Had the? under me, can't a muthaf-cka breath
[Busta rhymes]
I know you baggage claim rapper ^!$$%s, just carry my luggage
And I take great pleasure whenever it's time to punish
Incinerate a rhyme, let me throw they $$# in the rubbish
I don't give f-ck what they think, you ^!$$%s know that I run this
You ^!$$%s can see just what it is and how I'm on it
How I f-ck ya money up and be the foulest ^!$$%
[Dmx]
Fall back cause all that noise you making
Only let me know you boys is faking
Let me know that everything you got is mine for the taking
Before I leave you dead and stinking
Look here, I don't play games, I don't say names
Jump through with the guns out, (bllaap) spraying lames
I don't take aim, hit the whole crowd
(Ch't-ch't boom, ch't-ch't boom)
I shoot loud
[Busta rhymes]
Ya'll ^!$$%s know my m.o, I kill ya little boy
Heatseeker missle, whistle seek and destroy
You aint ready for the stand off
And while a dog shooting, I'm chopping a ^!$$% hand off
Funny little ^!$$%, see the way I treat 'em
Talk %#@! when I f-ck ^!$$%s, than I beat 'em
And if you run around, I whoop ya $$#, cuckoo
Don't-talk-back when ya fathers talking to you
These corny ^!$$%s is waving surrender flag banners
Taking no prisoners, p-ssy, I'm teaching ya $$# manners
F-ck y'all up up bad, (*##$, more bangers
And air 'em out to dry like we left 'em on clothes hangers
I'm sickly as hell, eat ya body up: cancer
Who the nicest in the spot, ya'll already knowing the answer
Then I listen to ^!$$%s talk and they fill me up with laughter
These ^!$$%s say they thug but be looking more like a dancer
There's something that you ^!$$%s need to know, it's so important
That I aint the one to f-ck with homie, I'm tired of talkin'!
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