[Intro: DJ Hey, yo, Specialist, it's the million dollar boy On the way to be a Life is good, God is On I love Everything me...facts
[Verse 1: International In the my whole team on 'em Outside I got the on 'em Mask on, I'm goin' on 'em No Codeine but Lean on 'em Take his jewels and all the on 'em Empty this magazine on 'em Put in that Supreme on 'em Body shots, [?] the on 'em I ain't playin' so, nigga, stop Three-eighty tucked, well hidden I swear I have ass trendin' Got cases that's still pendin' And police beef that's never Been a from the very beginnin' Old drug money I'm still years in and still winnin'
[Bridge: DJ Mo' money, mo' Every year our I'm the best that did it They hate when you recognize real More [?] more Busta Rhyme new album is
[Verse 2: Busta I make shit stop workin' like I cut the fuckin' cable off The whole artist roster on your label And yes I'm in the shit, I'm for it, bitch Your bars are currently sauce in this motha fucka Respect the most motha fucka Now let us get it straight, [?] time is Let me remind you a temporary motha fucka Bitch, I it above and beyond what they talkin', how they [?] respond 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 'nother code of ethics, nigga From another whole prospective, Get it? Get it? Get it?
[Bridge: DJ It's father of Three estates in two Respected Love overcomes I'm hustlin' Joe Crack got my can stop me, I'm all the way up
[Verse 3: Fat A nigga strapped He get paid to catch a case Fat titties, small waste, A nigga wanna ball, move that bass, 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 Twenty with the [?] them niggas that you be runnin' with You callin' 'em Gods, be son to 'em Never summon them, always them thought the last of Rubie's children send planes to Puerto Rico worth millions? Got me shoulder shruggin' like M-J, you need a real I'm a template
[Outro: DJ Busta Joey D-J [?] ya [?] ya