Busta Rhymes - Outro скачать mp3

[Bun B] Yeah… when i step in the spot, motherfuckers say “who that?” Big bun b, but you already knew that Live from the state where they chop it and screw that You hatin’ on the trill og, where they do that? (for real!) Motherfuckers need to get off the dick, man Fall the fuck back like a bike with no kickstand Get out my mix man, just go’ get you stuck Deeper in the quicksand, with no easy fix, man (damn!) no tricks, man, those is for kids Cushion, my cigar, and hoes in the crib Drank, and the 20 ounce froze in the fridge You fuckin’ with da so you know what it is I’m sittin on the fours that clack Comin’ down candy in the golden ‘lac We gettin’ to the money like it’s goldman sachs and we do it for the pimps that are holding back.. let’s go! [Nas] Look who crept in with automatic weapons, reppin’ qb till the death of him That nigga that inspired lyrical tyrants like kanye west and em Track record goes back to “the essence”, smack adolescents who ask who the best is I’m nasty like gas from a fat man, attested, i pass it, you gaspin’ for breath and you die fast but i’m like a gastric bypass, ???? actors seemed to get typecast in the same role Since 16 i ain’t grow a day old yet my brain grow, cocaine white range rov’ Tats on my body like an art exhibit, i did real good for a private nigga Was once a bacardi sipper, now it’s chandon, fat blunts in the car with strippers Guns in compartments hidden, i was real young, little youth, a novice nigga Blessings, bowed down, respected, chowed down now my food’s digested Pow pow, with my shooters are techs that’ll bust louder than the noise that i just spit Let’s get one thing straight that my crown ain’t for testin’… testin’ Chop heads off like king henry the 8th, guillotine to ya neck, bitch! I’m a king in this thing, don’t be dumb Been in this shit since ’91 Niggas can’t fuck with the style i use your fate is sealed, no heidi klum Calm now, was a wylin’ dude, studied cowards that made power moves Watched wild planet seen lions devour food, you can say that’s how i move a monster nigga, and i don’t really like doing songs with niggas There go my nigga wayne, let them niggas hate Or like my nigga drake say “we ain’t got time to respond to niggas” [Shyne] I’m a villain, i’m a villain, all that happens in the street Poverty and desperation made me everything i be I’m a shotta, when i pop up with them poppers burn ya block up Call the judges, call the coppers, we takin’ over gotham