(feat. Spliff Star)

[Spliff Star (Busta Rhymes)]

("What?") "Check it, what, ha. ("Noooooo!") Ha! Ha-ha, ha! ("Hey!") Yeah."
("I don't care! What?! What?! Uhhh...")


It's the musical felon, the black John Lennon
who keep the gat between the brief and the denim
The way the world is headed, I can see how it's endin'

but I'm gonna get this paper from now to armageddon
My mental's too strict, my squad is too thick,
I $#&@ed up and slipped but I quickly caught a grip

Since my man put me on, ("Eh-heh.") I took another route
I'm wreckin' shows you know from here to over South
Them motha$#&@as know exactly talkin' about

Spliff Star, see me on MTV
$#&@ that! I'm comin' to gain on Soul Train
Now I'm gettin' paid like that ^!$$% Damon Wayans

$#&@ that! No more stress on the brain!
$#&@ that! No more sellin' cocaine!
I'm out there, I'm out there on the radio

Catch me in the video doin' my thing
Still smokin' crucial bang
Just came off my P-O ("Yo!")

I'm in my ba!@&(t writin' 'nough flow
That's right, my $#&@in' brain's open
Got you jealous ^!$$%s on the sides slopin'

Smell the weed I'm totin'
It's stink like skunks, I'm beatin' down you punks
Now shut the $#&@ up! ("'K up! 'K up! 'K up...")


[Busta Rhymes]
"Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo, what the-what the $#&@ is goin' on in my %#@!?! Ayyo,

Spliff Star! How the $#&@ you up in my %#@!, got your $#&@in' songs on my LP,
^!$$%? ^!$$%, we know your %#@! comin' out in '98, motha$#&@a! Have patience!
Maw$#&@a tryin' to bogart space on my LP..."