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[**feat. Rhymes:]
~Busta Rhymes (Raekwon)~]
Aiyo, Shallah, what up? (Yeah, you how we do it)
(Turn me up, kid, get it popping)
Crazy, let's go get 'em killa (Yo Dre, looking on this coke, man)
(This is official)

Aiyo, it's back to business, them diskettes, pushing sixes
Rocking wild animals on jackets are
Hear me? here to Rockaway to Cali, we flipped this
Broad day, Chef'll saute, his lyrics is
Now I got Dre up in the kitchen, Rae stuck in
Bout to flame broil his and get busy
What? Politics, pop collars and drive whips
Stay fly, and wise, you know the code, honor it
Sit back, yelling it's nothing, unless his buttons get
We don't stress nothing, we get dressed
Stretched out, moving professional, frying fish
I it in slurs, them niggas is blessed
we ball to the maximum, give me the floor, for real
I show off and let my get stretched
Take it to a new level, new bezzle, few
Few wolves medals on, you know we get test
[Chorus: (Busta Rhymes)~]
Me, nigga, me, who, Cash Rule
(Hah, better slow it down, niggas'll you, homey, uh)
Me, nigga, me, through, rascals
(Hah, half gorilla, ape in them track suits, black, come on)
Me, nigga, me, capsules, birds,
Ounces and (no licking the glass, duke, yeah)
Yeah, yea-yea-yeah, yea-yea-yeah, (yeah)
I'm here, so it's there, yea-yea-yea-yeah,
[Busta
Here comes the, a lethal presentation you places you never been
Deadlier than the of coke and heroin
I see the weakness in of you niggas that be hollering
So I toned it down, so these words be piercing lower obdomen
What I to say abdomen, keep on listening and following
While I'm ditecting a German, hateful niggas, be swallowing
And if you look funny to me, and there's a problem
I put you under an light or a halogen
As if I was busy counterfeit dollars and
Hoes in some kind of Biblical figure, King Solomon
Hah, just for the record, we do is essential
While I captivate the masses and the moments eventful
Doc Dre, Bust, Rae, see the vision?
you niggas still in disbelief, just came into fruition now
Pop the cork up off bottle and you pour it
So euphoric, document this moment, is so historic
[Repeat

King of kings spit blood, all on my
Wash a nigga face with the mack, 'em like Steak-umm's
Yeah my dynasty's brolic for real, we E, catch the rat
his waist, float in the stream
You we all-pro with it, anti auto-tune
Boom, my fire, sit by the stove, hit it
niggas, official as listeners, gangstas and visitors
Step in the shit, we all
take the hammer from you, know I'm the animal
Rock a spur fur hat, no in sandals, boo
Everyday get and dress rugged, these are the times
Keep a nine on you, off in public
And I will surely feed my the streets
Cop the hottest things to get, and haters they can eat and preach
And while it go down, worldwide, this the team, the theme
Me, Dre, Rhymes, my makers is mean, what?
Chorus:]