and I still elevate past the snakes and the crabs, Fuck it (Can you kick it?) [Redman] Huh, it's that funkdelic, funked up the spot and tell it, Fuck
at, where we at, where we at? And we back up in the building And we coming with a scorcher Y'all already know who it is, it's Busta Bust and Travis Barker
learn, rookie ass nigga It's the big hill baby, stand strong motherfucker, what? Don't trip when you hit the lunatic, transmit, aw, shit Break it down
I'm facin' the methodical, serial rhymes in my state Meets periodical, we're in a hostile, colossal Situation and it's possible to get from the bust, bust, bust
hum de lay de la la Oochie walla walla, um di da dah da dah but you gotta gotta Keep movin, there's more music to make Keep makin new shit, produce
tha Cube and that Busta Rhymes hit that Po on that beeper down to score 9 fixin to chop it up, yeah Im fresh up on tha block movin rock got my glock cocked
day R.I.P. to my baby bro, UGK until It ain't no stopping this movement, you lose on the real Cause we keeping it trill, that's from ashes to dust We
that's how it's meant to be [Chorus] [Busta Rhymes] Award show skyscraper presence in your memories Spotlight forever reflect on my accessories Exotic with it
, Jeff, wait a minute, play it He just smiled and said, "Yeah Def ain't it?" It was, funky It made wanna, get, get down And we knew almost at once it
My songs bump in Houston like Scarface produced em You ain't gotta like me, you just mad Cause I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it might be
'all know what it is Young world I put my life on the line for y'all I love y'all It dont matter how hard it get No matter how hard you try You keep tryin
Yo, yeah, yeah, T.S., T.S. Armageddon, Terror Squad It's my world (Uhh) It's my world (Uhh) What? Check this out, yo It's my life, it's my world, my
'em down an' I think I seen 'em sinkin', matter fact I seen 'em drownin' Yo who kicks the flavor? DJ Run'll keep you guessin' Here's a little tip, it
(Running Out) Time Keeps On Tickin (We Got To Keep It Movin) Times Running Out (Running Out) Time Keeps On Slippin (We Got To Keep It Movin) [Verse
] [Pearl Handle] Yo yo, aiyo Mp's and MR3's we drive steady Rhyme ready at all time, gimme some Slot Time It's my time, sippin cranberries from grape
fall the same We came to kick it, you submit and quit it Try to cut it and split it, ain't nothin new, hit it Yeah [ CHORUS ] [ MJG ] Be off in them
a giver The mysterious clearly busts brains with my brawn Ask Sean, Cassidy about how I trash MC's On the daily, Alex Haley had to write about it Doubt it but it