Aiyyo its the immaculate conception Busta Bus himself
And nuttin other than the godfather, spectacular X to the Zizzle
Thats what the fuck it is, nuff said
YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!
I wanna see you motherfuckers put your hands up
Stretch bitch like you doin aerobics motherfucker
Yeah!
Thought you was a tough guy? (BOOM!)
When I put one right in ya head, now tell me what you think you is now
(A top dollar biller, a Rottweiler, a killer)
(Slap the shit out a nigga tryin to copy my style)
Check it
I got cars (many) switches (many) hoes and (many) bitches
(Many) huh, bodies thats buried in holes of many ditches
(Many, many) homes, plenty chrome up on my whip
(Plenty) stop for you make me run up on your block and cock the semi
Ready, any, nigga front I hold it steady
I (cock) back (pop) the ratchet and spill your spaghetti
HUH! Properties or blocks, we control em
(Many, many) glocks know how I kill all your soldiers Freddy
My machete (huh) will cut niggaz like I aint really like em
(Ha!) Then carve a nigga meat deep like Im killin a bison
HUH! Tyson, animal instinct the way I will beat you
Got (many) shots and (plenty) spots for them bullets to eat you
(Ha!) See through (huh) them holes them bulletsll leave in between you
(Ha!) It seems you, got left to die slow all up inside the venue
Yup! Yo
Orangutangin slangin, Im hangin over the edge
I rock two 40 glocks, I call em Barney and Fred
I stay hungry like Im only fed water and bread
The king of the castle get at you, screamin off witcha head
Brutal bustin, its the X to the Z, we chart climbin
You see my name next to that diamond, its all timin
Hit you in the stomach, with somethin your face and feetll
be touchin to have your bones start crackin and bustin
To my women who be workin them jeans with fat asses
Rich Itala heels, Roberto Cavali glasses
Come to my hideout, let me pimp your ride out
Hit your backside, tear your spine out and slide out
(HUHHH!) Yeah, cause my grind dont quit
Im a walkin franchise with them extra clips
I keep the bread roll thick, do lines so sick
that you can cut em with a razor blade, sniff the shit, cmon
Yeah, check it
I tell you (no lie) bitch nigga you (gon die - kill or be killed!)
Or get bodied just because you (walked by - nigga be still!)
Fore the trigger go off and a (shot fly) and the shitll be ill
If the shot turn your stomach to a (pot pie) nigga we spill
A little liquor for the homey muhfucka (WE STILL)
ll make a nigga leak blood, til he need a (REFILL)
You try to be a tough guy, and complicate what I build
Somebody dont beat the shit out this muhfucka (WE WILL!)
Asthmatic, dramatic, fold you like a Kraftmatic
Heavy metal press hittin your chest like a train wreck
Command respect, throw it one time for your set on deck
Niggaz you never forget
I set up precedents, homey you never snitch, hide the evidence
Dummies dig ditches, they dyin for dead presidents
The big screen make em seem large like an elephant
But in real life they so soft and so delicate
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