New York shit Kid Capri on my New York shit DJ Red Alert on my New York shit Funkmaster Flex on my New York shit Woo, I'm on my New York shit B.I.G.
New York shit Razor in my mouth on my New York shit (Ladies and Gentlemen!!!) [Busta Rhymes] Yeah! I'm on my New York shit Got the world followin the
don't swear he nice, he knows he's nice You public enemy number one right now But fuck that there shit, spit that hydro ghetto, shit That's that shit
a Teflon .9 And it eats vest, I take a motherfucker out quick Just for talkin' shit, ride rolls, catch hoes like a mitt L.A., Atlanta, New York, yo, my shit
girlies and I don't mean maybe The way I rhyme no one will ever slay me And I ain't lyin' rhyme do pay me ! Rhyme pays ---- !! Verse three: I'm notorious
huge piles In Atlanta,niggers crash you doors When I'm in Philly,it's a sold out tour In L.A.,I max out real hard When I'm in New York,I bill with the
All of these rap singers claimin' they bangers Doin' all sorts of twisted shit with they fingers Disrespectin' the game, no home trainin' or manners I was doin' this shit
not to wake my moms up Cause when I bust, I lick shots like a shotty Thats why nut is all over your body You know what's up [Busta Rhymes] B.R. and
stand a chance From Roosevelt to Freeport to Hempstead to Uniondale Comin deep from the depths of hell I'm dead serious, even though you see me smilin Rough enough to break New York
Hand me a little bit of umm orange pineapple juice I'ma sip on it check it out I got a rhyme you got a rhyme But my rhyme is better than yours (repeat
Busta bus, yo it's time to step up You know I plaster, the little bastard And mastered the real way you slap the bitches niggaz backwards Uh-oh, aiyyo, whenever Busta
swords behold the prolifical 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
you through the chest with a hollow Like the foul shit you waste and transpired right in front the impalo Yo, the general Busta Busta shock and memorable
' trapped up North But after I come off wit it y'all can push em out the door So, cock the four pound (Four pound) Lock the fort down (Fort down) From New York
hataz gotta go I flew to L.A. just last week Jumped in the limo, checked in the suite Made a few calls, it's time to go Bust a few rhymes at the studio
