*featuring Busta Rhymes
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[Busta Rhymes]
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Aiyyo it's the immaculate conception Busta Bus himself
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And nuttin other than the godfather, spectacular X to the Zizzle
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That's what the fuck it is, 'nuff said
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YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!
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I wanna see you motherfuckers put your hands up
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Stretch bitch like you doin aerobics motherfucker
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Yeah!
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[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
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Thought you was a tough guy? (BOOM!)
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When I put one right in ya head, now tell me what you think you is now
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(A top dollar biller, a Rottweiler, a killer)
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(Slap the shit out a nigga tryin to copy my style)
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[Busta Rhymes]
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Check it
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I got cars (many) switches (many) hoes and (many) bitches
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(Many) huh, bodies that's buried in holes of many ditches
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(Many, many) homes, plenty chrome up on my whip
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(Plenty) stop for you make me run up on your block and cock the semi
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Ready, any, nigga front I hold it steady
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I (cock) back (pop) the ratchet and spill your spaghetti
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HUH! Properties or blocks, we control 'em
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(Many, many) glocks know how I kill all your soldiers Freddy
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My machete (huh) will cut niggaz like I ain't really like 'em
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(Ha!) Then carve a nigga meat deep like I'm killin a bison
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HUH! Tyson, animal instinct the way I will beat you
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Got (many) shots and (plenty) spots for them bullets to eat you
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(Ha!) See through (huh) them holes them bullets'll leave in between you
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(Ha!) It seems you, got left to die slow all up inside the venue
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[Chorus]
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[Xzibit]
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Yup! Yo
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Orangutangin slangin, I'm hangin over the edge
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I rock two 40 glocks, I call 'em Barney and Fred
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I stay hungry like I'm only fed water and bread
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The king of the castle get at you, screamin off witcha head
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Brutal bustin, it's the X to the Z, we chart climbin
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You see my name next to that diamond, it's all timin
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Hit you in the stomach, with somethin your face and feet'll
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be touchin to have your bones start crackin and bustin
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To my women who be workin them jeans with fat asses
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Rich Itala heels, Roberto Cavali glasses
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Come to my hideout, let me pimp your ride out
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Hit your backside, tear your spine out and slide out
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(HUHHH!) Yeah, cause my grind don't quit
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I'm a walkin franchise with them extra clips
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I keep the bread roll thick, do lines so sick
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that you can cut 'em with a razor blade, sniff the shit, c'mon
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[Chorus]
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[Busta Rhymes]
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Yeah, check it
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I tell you (no lie) bitch nigga you (gon' die - kill or be killed!)
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Or get bodied just because you (walked by - nigga be still!)
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'Fore the trigger go off and a (shot fly) and the shit'll be ill
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If the shot turn your stomach to a (pot pie) nigga we spill
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A little liquor for the homey muh'fucka (WE STILL)
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'll make a nigga leak blood, 'til he need a (REFILL)
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You try to be a tough guy, and complicate what I build
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Somebody don't beat the shit out this muh'fucka (WE WILL!)
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[Xzibit]
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Asthmatic, dramatic, fold you like a Kraftmatic
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Heavy metal press hittin your chest like a train wreck
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Command respect, throw it one time for your set on deck
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Niggaz you never forget
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I set up precedents, homey you never snitch, hide the evidence
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Dummies dig ditches, they dyin for dead presidents
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The big screen make 'em seem large like an elephant
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But in real life they so soft and so delicate
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[Chorus]
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Tough Guy
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Xzibit |