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Busta Rhymes Don T Believe Them

' to block my shine Don't you know you never will stop my grind? In a drop-top flyin' like I don't got time Got e'rybody surprised that I won't drop dimes

don't believe in you, God It's like a grand feast celebratin' the bounce of the century I tote the recipe quick for any type of discrepancy Busta Rhymes

2: Hen-Gee ] Impressionalist, not a ventriloquist Don't hang out with suckers worth less than piss Suckers can all come kiss the tip Of my knob when I aim I don't

! Let's get it started in here, yeah Lose control, all body, all soul Don't move too fast, people just take it slow Don't get ahead, just jump into it

over, cause We don?t play no games, so when we up on ya, Believe we gonna let it rain, rain? [Chorus: 2x] Its bone thug, we them bone thugs Half of

own, don't mentally enslave your own If you God, then save your own, don't mentally enslave your own If you God, then save your own, don't mentally enslave

' Word to Reggie yo it's time for some aksion Girl swing yo' ass, I can feel you climaxin' Don't even front, you know you wanna make it happen Yo Busta

the half Still representin' the O, homey the Eastside, nigga 100th Ave Unfuckwittable, see all we bust is rhymes and nuts Oh yeah, you'd probably be fuckin' wit them

hopelessness while you sip your Mo and Cris If I ain't on your list, shit you can't win them all But until he died, most of y'all ain't fuck wit Biggie