So hit me back whenever you get a chance, peace
We the realest
[Busta Rhymes]
Controllin' your bitches, feel if you mad at they feelings (Uh-huh)
I'm glad that you niggas have sent in mannequin killers (Uh-huh)
I move with some hostile niggas, my mans is gorilllas (Uh-huh)
They bump into niggas until they champagne spilla
I dug and found a pot of gold, ain't puttin' my drill up
I'm packin' ever floor and watchin' as the buildin', it fill up
But like a juggs nigga that target every house, I'ma hit up
And lay a motherfucker down until you force 'em to get up (Baow)
[Busta Rhymes]
Lay down, nigga, get up slow (Slow)
Stay down, nigga, give up the dough (The dough)
Say now, what you get up for? (For)
[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, they feel us
[T3 of Slum Village]
Yep, frames is Cartier
Sticks on his face lookin' hotter than habanero
Get a pair, true player, 'nough with the pity prayer
Comin' from the city where niggas'll kill you there, I seen my share (Share)
I had to shake that off (Shh)
Get money, get bread, turn my mic back on
Yeah, full blown pimp mode, in my zone (Woo)
Who the realest in the D? Probably me and my clones (T3)
I'ma hype it up for real OG
Slash-Eastside-villain from the 313
What we doin'?
Gettin' to it
What we sayin'?
It's official
Where we at?
At the top of the spot you can't get to
Uh
Each my nickels tote pistols
That authentic shit that click, that heat missile
I'm a sensei of this pencil evidentially (Yeah)
[Busta Rhymes]
Lay down, nigga, get up slow (Slow)
Stay down, nigga, give up the dough (Dough)
Say now, what you get up for? (For)
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