with our Flipmode movement, bounce in your truck to us Y'all get stupid, don't try to fuck with us Because you will get carried away, yeah, you'll be carried away
your truck to us Y'ALL GET STUPID - don't try to fuck with us Because you will get carried away, yeah you'll get carried away [Busta Rhymes] Now I'm
, and don't you dare say it isn't true As long as the song's getting airplay, I'm dissing you I'm a hair away from getting carried away and getting sued
Buckin' at stars and write rhymes for hours The ghetto missy, drinkin' whiskey sours Bust this scenario, can't no other niggers in the barrio From Newark to Ontario, bust
know You couldn't get the picture, if you was in an orchard or fortress, (so you niggaz better forfeit) [BROther ?uestion] Now get loose, get loose, ? get
dance floor [Chorus] Oh oh I'm trapped like a ??? I can't get out Can't you see I'm trapped Can't you see I'm so confused I can't get out [Verse 2]
won't be ignored I can't feel, don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored Time won't heal, don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored
I suggest you go get back up Load the mac up don't slack up I'mma act up on Any mutha fucka that think he got his clown suit on get Stepped on destroy
and you thought I missed I'm indestructible and untouchable Ain't givin' a fuck about what you know I don't love no hoe, I don't mug no mo But I'm still
hood/ They don't really want none, they don't want none, just get it crackin' get it pappin' they gon' run/ I'm up early to get my hustle on, later to
the street crazy as a loon And throws us all in jail for carryin' harpoons Aw, me, I busted out, don't even ask me how I went to get some help, I walked
Don't turn your back on me, I won't be ignored I can't feel Don't turn your back on me, I won't be ignored Time won't tell Don't turn your back on me
It don't matter if you bust rhymes or bust pistols Remember me, burn a nigga to a third degree Don't act familiar, motherfuckers you ain't heard of me
has made it But they don't mess with me, cause they might get Iked I'm not a gay rapper, I don't like to get knifed The devil made me do it, and I wannabe
family I wrote the rhyme that broke the bull's back If that don't slow 'em up, I carry a full pack Now, I don't want to have to let off, you should