[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 about 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 but I'ma Lean on 'em his jewels and all the green on 'em Empty this magazine on 'em Put in that Supreme on 'em shots, [?] the spleen on 'em I ain't playin' so, nigga, stop Three-eighty tucked, it's hidden I swear I have ass trendin' Got violent cases that's pendin' And police beef never endin' Been a shooter the very beginnin' Old drug money I'm still Thirty in and still winnin'
DJ Khaled] Mo' money, mo' Every our year I'm the best that did it They hate when you recognize real More [?] blessings Busta Rhyme new album is
[Verse 2: Rhymes] I make your shit stop like I cut the fuckin' cable off The whole roster on your label soft And yes I'm in the shit, I'm for it, bitch Your bars are currently sauce in this motha fucka Respect the most legendary fucka Now let us get it straight, [?] time is Let me remind you you's a motha fucka Bitch, I take it above and Fuck what they talkin', how they [?] I dare a nigga shit, even a little bit, I double dare a nigga tell me not respond And if go beyond rap, nigga, we switch to a 'nother code of ethics, nigga From whole prospective, nigga Get it? Get it? Get it?
[Bridge: DJ It's of Asahd estates in two states Respected overcomes hate Everyday I'm Joe Crack got my Nothing can me, I'm all the way up
[Verse 3: Fat A nigga strapped He even get to catch a case Fat titties, waste, hahh A nigga ball, move that bass, bruhh Went to the feds and richer twenty in the game, still the same nigga G-S engraved in the Range, Don't do lames, don't entertain eighteen with the [?] Sort them niggas you be runnin' with You 'em Gods, cannot be son to 'em Never them, always dubbin' them Who'da thought the of Rubie's children send planes to Puerto Rico worth millions? Got me shoulder shruggin' like M-J, you need a real nigga? I'm a
[Outro: DJ Busta Crack D-J [?] ya [?] ya