pros (Like that) Do you really wanna party with me Let me see just what you got for me Put all your hands where my eyes could see Straight buck wylin
on my nigga notorious Do you really wanna party with me? Let me see just what you got for me Put all your hands where my eyes can see Straight buckwhylin
: Busta Rhymes} Do you really wanna party with me? Let me see just what you got for me Put all your hands where my eyes can see Straight buckwhylin in
Chorus: Busta Rhymes} Do you really wanna party with me? Let me see just what you got for me Put all your hands where my eyes can see Straight buckwhylin
Busta Rhymes Do you really wanna party with me? Let me see just what you got for me Put all your hands where my eyes can see Straight buckwhylin
round me Bow down, I was crowned when they found me (New York) [Busta Rhymes] See how they ask when I'ma stomp on my dude And when I'ma cock it and pop
to rhyme They used to tell me toughen up Put some bass in your voice They used to tell me lighten up Put some Mase in your voice Lord willin' I ain't
we will in due time I bust enough shots to kill him two times, I do crimes I get caught then my mind's defending my son's rhymes 'Cause my thoughts stay
dead or alive, who could give me my rages Throw my clip in a gat an' I'm sick of this yap An' I'm ready to bust a cap An' if you happen Ya niggaz will
wanna bump Cap and gown when I smack you down And I graduated homie bangin' in the trunk Put yo' hands where my eyes could see Let me take this thing to where
venom Eyes wide open until the cops come and get em I pause, my dialogue 'ttampt to catch my breath But before i knew it a rhyme had penetrated my vest
that to say? Fuckin'-up my pay, better get a nigga straight (??) in a hurry I'll have your mommy black eyes blurry You better worry if you're dippin' your
that real ghetto urban warfare, ah yeah What you say when you see me in your town Bucking off some rounds Of that underground sound You need to open your eyes, realize and recognize Throw your hands
my own throne Righteously violent prone my words bring winds like cyclones Stormin your hideout, blockin out your sunlight Your image and your business, were truly not done right Throw up your
my horse An' drag y?all across the motherfuckin' asphalt 9 outta 10 niggas is frauds You know who you are always talkin' about your bitches an' your cars Your jewelry an' your
and meet your death wish Dead at the throat like floatin' with your neck slit Be gone, I'm way beyond My mind shines harder than your necklace I just