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busta rhymes - otis كلمات الأغنية

the dog is back baby,
buss (go hard or go home)
buss (dog, wattup?)
buss these n-gg-s in they f-cking head!

i’m right here dog, fo’real
you know how we do
it is not a f-cking game!

any you n-gg-s got a doctor in the house

[dmx]
i’m taking the mic, f-ck who’s next
two n-gg-s reppin’ the r, x and x
my n-gg-s aint on no rap sh-t, my n-gg- clap sh-t that quick?
yeah, we on that sh-t

[busta rhymes]
’bout to roundhouse kick you m-th-f-cking n-gg-s face off
my voice so big you can turn the f-cking b-ss off
wanted for lots of murders lately, cops around the place off
i’m bussin’ dmx up in this b-tch, you better take off

[dmx]
went away for a while, jail, prison
gettin’ down for real, f-ck it, livin’!
don’t worry ’bout what condition i’m in
cats can’t survive half the places i’ve been

[busta rhymes]
and while a lot of m-th-f-ckers sit and watch the throne killa
we in the booth blackin’ dog, welcome home n-gg-
we spazzin’ in this b-tch, while we keeping the crowd hyped
remind em like what this sh-ts supposed to sound like
dawg, i pulled up in front of the jail to picked you up
convoy of whips with ’bout 30 b-tches in the trunk
come on,

[dmx]
they sayin’ locked down is easy
but a n-gg- like me is greasy
population or pc?, check my 5 n-gg-?, see when i’m on
feedin’ n-gg-s with that thang then i’m gone

[busta rhymes]
most you n-gg-s talk too much, puttin’ police on ’em
bunch of blabber mouth -ss n-gg-s: jackie gleason
i dig my foot in ya face, putting my cleats on
you n-gg-s off, steady watchin’ me putting the streets on

[dmx]
you need to think cause i got on and changed, something changed?
b-tch, i am the streets, what’s my name?
i’ve been trying to stay sucka free but look where the suckers be
had the? under me, can’t a m-th-f-cka breath

[busta rhymes]
i know you baggage claim rapper n-gg-s, just carry my luggage
and i take great pleasure whenever it’s time to punish
incinerate a rhyme, let me throw they -ss in the rubbish
i don’t give f-ck what they think, you n-gg-s know that i run this
you n-gg-s can see just what it is and how i’m on it
how i f-ck ya money up and be the foulest n-gg-

[dmx]
fall back cause all that noise you making
only let me know you boys is faking
let me know that everything you got is mine for the taking
before i leave you dead and stinking
look here, i don’t play games, i don’t say names
jump through with the guns out, (bllaap) spraying lames
i don’t take aim, hit the whole crowd
(ch’t-ch’t boom, ch’t-ch’t boom)
i shoot loud

[busta rhymes]
ya’ll n-gg-s know my m.o, i kill ya little boy
heatseeker missle, whistle seek and destroy
you aint ready for the stand off
and while a dog shooting, i’m chopping a n-gg- hand off
funny little n-gg-, see the way i treat ’em
talk sh-t when i f-ck n-gg-s, than i beat ’em
and if you run around, i whoop ya -ss, cuckoo
don’t-talk-back when ya fathers talking to you
these corny n-gg-s is waving surrender flag banners
taking no prisoners, p-ssy, i’m teaching ya -ss manners
f-ck y’all up up bad, b-tch, more bangers
and air ’em out to dry like we left ’em on clothes hangers
i’m sickly as h-ll, eat ya body up: cancer
who the nicest in the spot, ya’ll already knowing the answer
then i listen to n-gg-s talk and they fill me up with laughter
these n-gg-s say they thug but be looking more like a dancer
there’s something that you n-gg-s need to know, it’s so important
that i aint the one to f-ck with homie, i’m tired of talkin’!

- busta rhymes

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