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(Busta Rhymes)(Chorus)
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Comin in the dance last night(uh hum)
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Busta boy fear last night(uh oh)
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Me couldn't find me nine(um hum)
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So me go pull out me knife(so me say)
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(repeat 2'x)
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(Spilff Star)
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A lot of brothers don't like me
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Screw me when the site me
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Pop a lot of shit but they scared to death to fight me
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See me on the stage wit Bust on some rap shit
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They see me in the club wit Bust on some lap shit
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Befrore this rap shit, it was the corner crack shit
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But now i'm on the world on some autograph shit
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Spliff-a-Spliff drop the 4 5th round the waiste
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So if you want war, let me deal with the case
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Ain't nothin to it, brother i got the heart to do it
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Blast in, cover the sidewalk wit ya fluid
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Ya niggas stupid, ya got brains, brother use it
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Ain't nithin gonna stop my black ass, from gettin cash
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On the real, that's how deeply i feel
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A born again hooligan, hungry for this meal
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Got the iced- out platinum rings that you wanna steal
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Come get it, watch ya whole shit get wetted
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Street colonel cat, got enough cats to set it
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So if you ain't doin shit , ya niggas need to dead it
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Watchin my money, it cost bullets in ya tummy
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It's all ral here, there ain't no fear here
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You mess around here, you catch ya death here
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I mean it, you could front, but you believe it
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Nigga guard your life before i turn around and steal it
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Look into my eyes and analyze what you deal wit
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If I can't find you, I take it out on who you be wit
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Type of bitch nigga i would never smoke a tree wit
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(Busta Rhymes)(Chorus)
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repeat 2's
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(Busta Rhymes)
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Nowadays we blow like smoke out the exhaust
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Contamenatin smoke still makin me cough
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I mean we bout to turn this wak shit off
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Wak niggas is sick wit the flu sippin chicken broth
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Now here's another winnin ripoff
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Gettin money, eatin fine cuisine like buttered shrimp and rice pilaf
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Stay heavily armed, Alakun Salom
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Watch you bitch ass suffer til you got to beg for ya moms
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Now turn the truck on, get ya fuck on, got you stuck on
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Stupid right between yo legs, get yo suck on
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drink bottles, treat niggas like Gus D'Amoto
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Eat avacado, soon to go purchase a white Diablo
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Niggas know my motto, lets get money, Macho Camacho
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Applaud another rapper, lets go collect the nacho
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Oh shit, hope you don't slip, another murder commit
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The episode comin on Teen Summit
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Little corny nigga talk too quick, think he slick
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Throwin a brick, yappin off, lyin on his dick
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Too late, you'll be the type o' nigga that I love to hate
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Brutally bust ya shit like a nigga turned primate
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Time of the year, feel great, clean slate
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Throw a nickle plate, property shoppin to but a landscape
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How they say street niggas 'ill never have
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Now we possess the 5S wit the cherry red Nav
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Doin things like signin graffiti on autograph
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Gettin so much money staff calculate the math
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Laugh you know the half, eyin in the stash
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Mediatin watch the wind blow the blunt ash
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You had a blast , now how long you gonna last
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Ice grillin for nothing, you make yoself ass
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Brace yoself one more time, know what i mean dun
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Violate cross the foul line, it be yo last one
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(Chorus til end)
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Last Night
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