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[Busta Rhymes]Yeah yeah yeah yeah my name is, Bust-Down-Some'nMmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmmAnd I am alongside, Alkaholiks-In-Some'nMmhmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmmShit feel good nigga, what the fuck y'all want?Mhmmm-mmm..Let me feel on some bitches, with this bully foot rapNow, every-time-I-give-y'all-shit-thatblow up the spot, fuck what you gotAnd bless and execute strategical plotsthat's to "Extinction Level Event" these wack niggaz offa this blockMe and Tha Alkaholiks havin a drink; watchin y'all niggaz get sickHoldin ya stomachs 'til you earl in the sinkThe type of dude I never put in my clicks; because you funnyand you be sittin down with your legs crossed like a bitchI be the foul mouth quick to toast y'all, so-calledNiggaz who like to boast we let your bodies float along the coast y'allThis very given moment, opponent; niggaz like youain't allowed up in our circle cause we DON'T condone itWe love to microphone it, perhapsWhat we gon' do instead is give y'all gutter beats and raw SEWAGE rapsAnd for the last thing that I'ma make clearThat when we present watch your step when you be COMIN round here[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]Every-time-we-give-y'all-shit-thatblow up the spot (fuck what you got, we got)Shit for the East and the South and the West coastWe blazin hot (controllin the block, you better)Watch-yo'-head-while-we-bust-somethinto make ya duck (said get down nigga what?) You knowWe-got-shit-that-make-y'all-wild-outto bounce in the truck (aiyyo, get with the funk, y'know)[J-Ro]This world's tryin to make me crack, but it still ain't broke meI fall down and just rebound like Charles OakleyHoes be like all he wanna do is poke meBitch what you think I wanna do, the hokey pokey?Her boyfriend Smokey said he was gonna smoke meHer daddy crazy loc he tried to beat me and choke meAnd she still want me, keep blowin up my Noki'Tryin to provoke me to fall for okey-dokeyDon't quote me boy, cause I ain't said shitI'm just spittin liquid in the middle of the pitTurn it up a bit, burn it up and hit the bombI'm iller than Sadaam takin Carrie's mom to the promCool and calm, Macken-Ro, Likwid donBust rounds with Busta Rhymes, then I roll up, oneYou got ice I got ice, but who nice on these mics?{*scratched: "You motherfucker!"*}[Chorus][Tash]We out for justice so bust this it's Busta and the AlkiesNiggaz wanna know the secret but they just can't get it out meSo they talk that shit about me but to me that's never notThey pop that shit across the room while I down another shotI smoke a hefty bag of doz and black out, and lose composureClose my eyes and throw a bottle (I'm fuckin up) this party overI still got that flare so just stare from over thereCause I'm so accurate with guns I put parts in niggaz hairSo I declare war - Tha Liks, we fierce competitorsThe feds be checkin fo' us writin letters to these editors like,"Tha Liks is veterans - they straight from California We ain't even give a fuck when they sprayed that beer on us" like{RRRRAHHH RAARRRAOW} just like a Dungeon DragonTaggin Tash up on the wall while my pants is sagginDraggin niggaz through the mud clear blood all through the clubThe quickest way to show some love is let a nigga hit your bud[Chorus]more free lyrics