Why you got your ass on your shoulders Now, tryin' to spit at a bitch I lead inside Why you got your ass on your shoulders [Busta Rhymes] Yeah bitch
oooooooooooo oh!! [P. Did] Girl you need to shake it off [Rhymes] Too much hair on your chocha [P. Did] Shave it off [Rhymes] Come on, jump smack your ass
. Did] Girl you need to shake it off [Rhymes] Too much hair on your chocha [P. Did] Shave it off [Rhymes] Come on, jump smack your ass and break it off
do Is refresh your memory when you said, "I want you" Now should I keep going, or should we call truce? You think you cute, right? You bet your sweet ass
entire unit is dangerous Come on One time y'all Throw your hands real high y'all Yea, get down y'all Let me see you all, y'all Busta rhymes, Flipmode
your ass for the shine And get, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh Yo, if you a fat chick gettin' your fuck on tonight Then go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh Yo, put your
Queens on it Put cream on it, Q.B. we rep often Take over your party, slamdance witcha hood Took your ladies back to the projects with us Then sent her {ass} back on
screamin' at night Cover your eyes I leave you face to face with your maker The time taker intend your mind so now I break ya No runnin' from it you should
more protection than a magnum rubber Uh uh on, uh uh on, uh uh uh uh, uh uh on And it?s uh uh on, uh uh on, uh uh uh uh uh uh uh Uh uh on, uh uh on,
your body Yeah y'all you can feel it in your body Like if a 12 gauge shottie shell hit your body You don't want no one to find your ass a hobby Carbon
I got your message and only in a matter of seconds I'll be there for you whippin' the five S's Feel my Jagged Edge's bouncin' on fly records While I bounce on
Rhyme writer, hip-hop provider prize fighter Live wire, quick to set the mic on fire I speak legalized dope, hit man for hire I quote murderous notes dope rhyme supplier Hang glide on
type of motor difficulty Don't panic take one more hit off the oxygen mask Calmly put your hands between your legs And kiss your black ass
chong wit your rolly on Not just any rolly but you bought the most expensive one Hey take ya car keys to ya class E Big body be for your CD on ya DVD
Cause if you don't, nigga yours will be mine And I won't go to bed early, won't sleep too late And I'll never take a punk ass bitch on a date They say
Call me the serial rhyme killer Mic cord strangling, mangling, tangling, you in the web, nigga Your head is dangling off of your shoulders 'Cause my mic
But on chrome never leave that Brooklyn shit alone So if you say it's on then it's on Bang this in your whips Pack 'em call the roadie with the chips
