Homie
[Busta Rhymes]
Yo, I'm 'bout to give you that shit that'll cause a
Back pain, chest pain, head pain
Look, you see the target is the top, now let's climb another mountain
[Busta Rhymes]
Smack shit around to the point you turn idiots
Nigga, and bag the bitches that's the prettiest
When it come to doing this shit, I turn hideous
How we fucking shit up, niggas know we dead serious
Bounce, like we whipping speed boats, get to watch a nigga rose killer
Ice your bud and get to grippin' that choker
Get to turning up until you catch a little minor stroke, nigga
These niggas really think they dope, but I respect it
How they struggling and holding onto hope, nigga
[Busta Rhymes]
Watch while I continue to give you shit that'll cause a
Back pain, chest pain, head pain
Look, you see we fuck shit up to the point they keep bouncin'
[Busta Rhymes]
(Hah) Surgical with it (Uh-huh)
The flow'll marry the beat, gettin' personal with it (Uh-huh)
And the ho that'll carry the heat, she vertical with it (Uh-huh)
Pop off, jump in the Maybach, convertible with it (Yeah)
And now we doin' that shit, see how we comin' again, see how we runnin' again
Hopscotch, bitch
See the way we rock shit, bitch
You know I love the way you drop it, bitch
Look, rock with me like you got the dope-fiend itch, shit
And tell 'em can't stop what the fuck we doin'
Lotta niggas and my bangers raise their bandana
Look, and then claim the divine and then climb another mountain
You in the access lane, I'm on an express train
See how I'm sippin' from the fountain (Uh-huh)
Bounce, nigga, again, nigga
Ouch, nigga, crouch, nigga
A small coke sale, like an ounce, nigga
Say my name right, pronounce, nigga
Bus Rhyme, bitch
You need a lick of food like lunchtime, bitch (Watch)
[Busta Rhymes]
Just keep doing that shit that'll cause a
Back pain, chest pain, head pain
Look, you see we fuck shit up to the point they keep bouncin'
[Busta Rhymes]
And while I hold mine, my nigga, hold down yours
Collectin' all of my trophies when I'm on award tours
The way you lust for this is seepin' out all of your pores
Go 'head and bite it like Jaws
It's funny how these niggas'll try to block shit, stop shit
Pop shit, see the way we rockin' when we drop shit (Huh)
Flip money while we watch you flip-flop, bitch
Shit, it's the Conglomerate
Ponder how they does it again and how they buzzin' again
Beat knock like it's damagin' your whole frame, nigga
It's like a clothesline and a whole gain, nigga, look
And finish dude the way they wanna change they whole name, God
Cancel all that wack shit
Feedin' all this boom-bap shit, Lord
And while I continue to give you the goodie
And make you just line up and keep on your hoodie, hard
[Busta Rhymes]
You foul nigga, I'ma make sure I cause a
Back pain, chest pain, head pain
Look, so while I traumatize niggas, let's climb another mountain
[Busta Rhymes & Ma Dukes]
Yeah
We gon' keep inspirin' the hood now
We gon' keep inspirin' the street now
We gon' keep inspirin' the people now
As we claim the divine and then climb another mountain
Yeah
Feel good, right?
J Dilla
Miss you, king
We ain't gon' never stop reppin' your greatness
Yeah
Rock with me, y'all
Bounce, bounce, bounce
It's a hard job bein' a king
You can hardly enjoy the pleasures of life itself
'Cause you too busy serving the people
And that, that's your purpose
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