[Intro: DJ Hey, yo, Specialist, it's the million dollar boy On the way to be a is good, God is great On everything I Everything me...facts
[Verse 1: Special] In the club my team on 'em I got the beam on 'em Mask on, I'm Scream on 'em No Codeine but I'ma on 'em Take his jewels and all the on 'em Empty this whole on 'em Put holes in Supreme on 'em Body shots, [?] the on 'em I playin' so, nigga, stop grinnin' tucked, it's well hidden I swear I have ass trendin' Got violent cases still pendin' And police beef that's never Been a shooter from the beginnin' Old drug I'm still spendin' Thirty years in and winnin'
[Bridge: DJ Mo' money, mo' year our year I'm the that ever did it They when you winnin' Real real More [?] more Busta Rhyme new album is
2: Busta Rhymes] I make your shit stop workin' I cut the fuckin' cable off The whole artist roster on your soft And yes I'm in the shit, I'm for it, bitch Your bars are currently sauce Necessary in this fucka Respect the most motha fucka Now let us get it straight, [?] is great Let me remind you you's a motha fucka Bitch, I take it and beyond Fuck what they talkin', how they [?] I dare a nigga talk shit, even a little bit, I dare a nigga tell me not respond And if go beyond rap, nigga, we switch to a whole code of ethics, nigga From another prospective, nigga Get it? Get it? Get it?
[Bridge: DJ It's father of estates in two states Respected Love hate I'm hustlin' Joe Crack got my Nothing can me, I'm all the way up
3: Fat Joe] A nigga strapped He even get to catch a case Fat titties, waste, hahh A nigga wanna ball, that bass, bruhh Went to the feds and became It's in the game, still the same nigga G-S engraved in the Range, Don't do lames, entertain niggas eighteen with the [?] Sort them niggas that you be with You callin' 'em Gods, be son to 'em Never them, always dubbin' them Who'da thought the last of Rubie's children planes to Puerto Rico worth millions? Got me shoulder shruggin' like M-J, you need a nigga? I'm a template
[Outro: DJ Busta Crack D-J [?] ya [?] ya