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Busta Rhymes
Performer
CJ
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M.O.P.
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rockwilder
Songwriter
T. Smith
Songwriter
J. Griniage
Songwriter
E. Murray
Songwriter
D. Pittman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rockwilder
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Lyrics
Look, they don't get it
Now watch a **** set it, you know I'm comin' to shred it
With rubies all on my rings like Thanos present
I'm tired of talking to **** that get no credit
You get no debit, watch the way we improve
Hate the way that we move, we need a whole second
To talk about you new ****, you need a new helmet
Crash dummies, you ****, you need a new exit
And whip a private plane, getting head from the flight attendant
I got a mob like the Navy SEALs and the Air Force
Take chains off, everything off
The Pilot flyin' the plane, we make him change course
I don't play sports, your whole claim false
Now **** gon' learn and now brown **** with the fire
**** beg me to chill and go make more records with Mariah
They wanna give us some more, take my **** on tour
If you **** unsure, I'ma give you the raw
Watch the way we sweep up shit, peep the way we clean up shit
Classic album is present, peep the way we heat up shit
Masterpiece project, peep the way a **** beat up shit
If you **** think you fuckin' with us, better speak up, bitch
So far, shawties throw they bra
And I need the lighter to light the perfect cigar
Brand new jet, brand new car
Leader of the new shit, brand new Czar
Blast on foes, blast, get froze
Do that boy ugly, casket closed
Spazz on foes, remind these ****
Homie has got time, flatline these ****
Fame ain't fair, the game ain't fair
If you Google who give a fuck, my name ain't there
Brand new stars, brand new bars
With the leader of the new school, brand new Czar
Brand new everything, 'cept for the bop
New leader of the old school, brand new Glock
I'm with Brownsville 300, let it pop
I'm Cornelius in the Zoo, ape-shit
I'm connected to the shooters who influence
You lames in the rap game, this is seatbelt music
Gave him the hit, chain him to a fence
Give him them trumpets, ram him with the Buick
So far, shawties throw they bra
And I need the lighter to light the perfect cigar
Brand new jet, brand new car
Leader of the new shit, brand new Czar
We outside, you run, hide
Watch us ride, watch you die
Everything new, everything boof
Bang these fools then we take they jewels
Straight to the top with it, these **** not with it
First **** pop with it, first to get dropped with it
Busta back to back, uh, we go strap for strap, uh
Leader of this trap with this heater on my lap
Busta, what we doing? These **** be losing
We be making movies and these jewels be hittin' stupid
We running the city, uh, dancin' like I'm Diddy, uh
Signing all these titties but I still be moving gritty, uh
Wish I could bring Pop back, let the Glock clap
Let the Glock clap, let the Glock clap
Step up in the building, buy the whole bar
Leader of the new shit, I'm the young Czar
So far, shawties throw they bra
And I need the lighter to light the perfect cigar
Brand new jet, brand new car
Leader of the new shit, brand new Czar
Light switch off, Cuban link cross
The shine bright up the evening, diamonds criss-cross
If you ain't out here to find it, time to get lost
In case you **** ain't know
Written by: D. Pittman, D. Stinson, E. Murray, Eric Murry, J. Griniage, Jamal Grinnage, T. Smith