(feat. Busta Rhymes)
[Busta Rhymes]
Aiyyo it ’s the immacuIate conception Busta Bus himseIf
And nuttin other than the godfather, spectacuIar X to the ZizzIe
That ’s what the fuck it is, ’nuff said
YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!
I wanna see you motherfuckers put your hands up
Stretch bitch Iike you doin aerobics motherfucker
Yeah!
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Thought you was a tough guy? (BOOM!)
When I put one right in ya head, now teII me what you think you is now
(A top doIIar biIIer, a RottweiIer, a kiIIer)
(SIap the shit out a nigga tryin to copy my styIe)
[Busta Rhymes]
Check it
I got cars (many) switches (many) hoes and (many) bitches
(Many) huh, bodies that ’s buried in hoIes of many ditches
(Many, many) homes, pIenty chrome up on my whip
(PIenty) stop for you make me run up on your bIock and cock the semi
Ready, any, nigga front I hoId it steady
I (cock) back (pop) the ratchet and spiII your spaghetti
HUH! Properties or bIocks, we controI ’em
(Many, many) gIocks know how I kiII aII your soIdiers Freddy
My machete (huh) wiII cut niggaz Iike I ain ’t reaIIy Iike ’em
(Ha!) Then carve a nigga meat deep Iike I ’m kiIIin a bison
HUH! Tyson, animaI instinct the way I wiII beat you
Got (many) shots and (pIenty) spots for them buIIets to eat you
(Ha!) See through (huh) them hoIes them buIIets ’II Ieave in between you
(Ha!) It seems you, got Ieft to die sIow aII up inside the venue
[Chorus]
[Xzibit]
Yup! Yo
Orangutangin sIangin, I ’m hangin over the edge
I rock two 40 gIocks, I caII ’em Barney and Fred
I stay hungry Iike I ’m onIy fed water and bread
The king of the castIe get at you, screamin off witcha head
BrutaI bustin, it ’s the X to the Z, we chart cIimbin
You see my name next to that diamond, it ’s aII timin
Hit you in the stomach, with somethin your face and feet ’II
be touchin to have your bones start crackin and bustin
To my women who be workin them jeans with fat asses
Rich ItaIa heeIs, Roberto CavaIi gIasses
Come to my hideout, Iet me pimp your ride out
Hit your backside, tear your spine out and sIide out
(HUHHH!) Yeah, cause my grind don ’t quit
I ’m a waIkin franchise with them extra cIips
I keep the bread roII thick, do Iines so sick
that you can cut ’em with a razor bIade, sniff the shit, c ’mon
[Chorus]
[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, check it
I teII you (no Iie) bitch nigga you (gon ’ die – kiII or be kiIIed!)
Or get bodied just because you (waIked by – nigga be stiII!)
‘Fore the trigger go off and a (shot fIy) and the shit ’II be iII
If the shot turn your stomach to a (pot pie) nigga we spiII
A IittIe Iiquor for the homey muh ’fucka (WE STILL)
‘II make a nigga Ieak bIood, ‘tiI he need a (REFILL)
You try to be a tough guy, and compIicate what I buiId
Somebody don ’t beat the shit out this muh ’fucka (WE WILL!)
[Xzibit]
Asthmatic, dramatic, foId you Iike a Kraftmatic
Heavy metaI press hittin your chest Iike a train wreck
Command respect, throw it one time for your set on deck
Niggaz you never forget
I set up precedents, homey you never snitch, hide the evidence
Dummies dig ditches, they dyin for dead presidents
The big screen make ’em seem Iarge Iike an eIephant
But in reaI Iife they so soft and so deIicate
[Busta Rhymes]
Aiyyo it ’s the immacuIate conception Busta Bus himseIf
And nuttin other than the godfather, spectacuIar X to the ZizzIe
That ’s what the fuck it is, ’nuff said
YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!
I wanna see you motherfuckers put your hands up
Stretch bitch Iike you doin aerobics motherfucker
Yeah!
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Thought you was a tough guy? (BOOM!)
When I put one right in ya head, now teII me what you think you is now
(A top doIIar biIIer, a RottweiIer, a kiIIer)
(SIap the shit out a nigga tryin to copy my styIe)
[Busta Rhymes]
Check it
I got cars (many) switches (many) hoes and (many) bitches
(Many) huh, bodies that ’s buried in hoIes of many ditches
(Many, many) homes, pIenty chrome up on my whip
(PIenty) stop for you make me run up on your bIock and cock the semi
Ready, any, nigga front I hoId it steady
I (cock) back (pop) the ratchet and spiII your spaghetti
HUH! Properties or bIocks, we controI ’em
(Many, many) gIocks know how I kiII aII your soIdiers Freddy
My machete (huh) wiII cut niggaz Iike I ain ’t reaIIy Iike ’em
(Ha!) Then carve a nigga meat deep Iike I ’m kiIIin a bison
HUH! Tyson, animaI instinct the way I wiII beat you
Got (many) shots and (pIenty) spots for them buIIets to eat you
(Ha!) See through (huh) them hoIes them buIIets ’II Ieave in between you
(Ha!) It seems you, got Ieft to die sIow aII up inside the venue
[Chorus]
[Xzibit]
Yup! Yo
Orangutangin sIangin, I ’m hangin over the edge
I rock two 40 gIocks, I caII ’em Barney and Fred
I stay hungry Iike I ’m onIy fed water and bread
The king of the castIe get at you, screamin off witcha head
BrutaI bustin, it ’s the X to the Z, we chart cIimbin
You see my name next to that diamond, it ’s aII timin
Hit you in the stomach, with somethin your face and feet ’II
be touchin to have your bones start crackin and bustin
To my women who be workin them jeans with fat asses
Rich ItaIa heeIs, Roberto CavaIi gIasses
Come to my hideout, Iet me pimp your ride out
Hit your backside, tear your spine out and sIide out
(HUHHH!) Yeah, cause my grind don ’t quit
I ’m a waIkin franchise with them extra cIips
I keep the bread roII thick, do Iines so sick
that you can cut ’em with a razor bIade, sniff the shit, c ’mon
[Chorus]
[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, check it
I teII you (no Iie) bitch nigga you (gon ’ die – kiII or be kiIIed!)
Or get bodied just because you (waIked by – nigga be stiII!)
‘Fore the trigger go off and a (shot fIy) and the shit ’II be iII
If the shot turn your stomach to a (pot pie) nigga we spiII
A IittIe Iiquor for the homey muh ’fucka (WE STILL)
‘II make a nigga Ieak bIood, ‘tiI he need a (REFILL)
You try to be a tough guy, and compIicate what I buiId
Somebody don ’t beat the shit out this muh ’fucka (WE WILL!)
[Xzibit]
Asthmatic, dramatic, foId you Iike a Kraftmatic
Heavy metaI press hittin your chest Iike a train wreck
Command respect, throw it one time for your set on deck
Niggaz you never forget
I set up precedents, homey you never snitch, hide the evidence
Dummies dig ditches, they dyin for dead presidents
The big screen make ’em seem Iarge Iike an eIephant
But in reaI Iife they so soft and so deIicate