told me one day it was gonna happen But she never told me when She told me it would happen when I was much older Wish it would've happened then (Is this
the chills So what we gotta do is creep and see a sweet vic Yo, you see that shit? (Hell yeah, I seen that shit) Columbian Dominican, yeah whateva Whoever he was, he had it
move around with them pounds and berretas (uh) Yeah faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it Don't make
is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? Put your money on the table and get your math on Break it down, split it
it down wylin out Till the club is closed down, talk to me [Chorus: Pharell] + (Busta Rhymes) I said Busta (What's up son?) Leave them girl rollin....And it
, talk to me [Chorus: Pharell + (Busta Rhymes)] I said Busta (What's up son?) Leave them girl rollin....And it look like (Come on) They asses is swollen
Reptar you must be really losing a screw Becuase I think we losing control so what we gonna do? Tell me what we gonna do CHECK IT! (Chorus) What are
fire it up (fire it up) Say fire it up (fire it up) C'MON! Now, everytime that I meet a nigga who fronting It's alright 'cause you getting money
hustle regardless how you did it Sing it [Chorus: Chester Bennington] (Busta Rhymes) Together we made it (you see we did it did it) We made it even
don, who plays it all night long? 50 mill strong, Handle like napalm. Word is bond Who get it on when it's time to drop a bomb? Sadq keep it cool
it up punk, what'cha 'fraid of? What'cha made of? Pull the pin, set the grenade off, blastin' sounds out ya jeep On every city street, nigga, straight gangsta beat It
want is the motherfuckin' kids As far as pops I don't give a fuck what you do Bust him in his motherfuckin' head If he got any money, take it If there is
, Handle like napalm. Word is bond Yo who the don, who plays it all night long? Who get it on when it's time to drop a bomb? Sadq keep it cool and
show and abduct it, stone cold house it If it gets wild with gasoline I'll douse it Set it ablaze and then I'll stomp it out Many burnt emcees know what
A muh'fuckin' nigga but check this shit out Evil E, the nigga that always gives a fuck About gettin' some glock and crazy bust If I can find hazels, all it takes is
't give a fuck 'cause I rhyme tough Drop science, still bust the ill stuff So now it's time for crime and the rhyme is mine Track the movement hide from
rap for another day -Rhyme pays- Verse four: The front stage area goes into hysteria As I start to rhyme and unleash my criteria Of what is to come
my fucking way Duck for the gunshot and watch to the ricochet Suicide,it's a suicide,yeah (x3) C'mon yeah (x7) (verse three) Yo D.,what's up?,suckers is