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[Greg Nice] hella hella 1997 style, hey hey hey hey
what? Hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey hey
[Busta Rhymes] Greg Nice, Rhymes in the place to be
And for the entire world to see
Fuckin up your whole entire

Greg Nice, Busta RHymes

Busta and Greg Nice we never fa-il
(You won't te-ll, I te-ll)
My stay fresh never ever ever stale
(You won't te-ll, I te-ll)
Foot shock to your ass just like the ra-il
(You won't te-ll, I te-ll)
Snitches get stitches when go to ja-il
(You won't te-ll, I te-ll)

Verse One: Greg

Sometimes I feel like World
Rocked the mic, before jheri
Single, mingle, no girl
On the low, like Squirrel
Uhh! time to Patti Duke
So shake whatcha mamma gave ya Luke
Greg N-I always down to juice
Too much Hennesey ya puke
Now I on indo dreams
Uhh, I don't be with keys
the shell-top, or pin-striped Lee's
I could write a song a hundred G's
You went back to high school, nuthin but a
Know I got stones, call me Mr. Please
Walkin the street wit yo'
box in hand... hot damn!
I never drove a Lex dog, drove a Land
or a Testarossa, puff L's
and I sip on mimosa, wall
have my poster, I'm not surprised
That's the way supposed to, makes ya hot
Much hotter than a toaster, style
like a coaster

Verse Two: Busta

Yo, the greatest mystery
of how I rotate your chicken golden
Freak the cheesecake flow from here to
You really need to get offa my,
The attraction, even freaks the close caption
break a piece off, a little small fraction
I still fulfill your
I'm in the process, of a transaction
Huh, Carnegie Hall, a opera singer nigga
Still the yes y'all, uhh!
Today we bust guns in the future we bustin
Out of range in case you tried to reach me my pager
I'm bout to ya, with the flows that will amaze ya
Hot to death nigga, call me Smokin Joe
Seal up the box and the closed casket
Busta Rhymes got the fruit basket
Bend your ass back, stretch you like
More drastic when I be fantastic, uhh!
Caught the chills stack the large bills on the grill
Me and my grant wills
Niggaz shit but they ain't got no skills
Lookin like they full of shit your niggaz you no frills
Don't let me you takin for granted
When my lyrical cause will leave niggaz stranded
Distributed by, Warner Elektra and
Niggaz thought could fly, but really crash landed
Hah, when I'm in the I'm up in your house
All y'all motherfuckers need to shut your mouth!

[Greg
If you won't te-ll, I te-ll
If you won't te-ll (I said that I te-ll)
I say if you te-ll...