Busta Rhymes

Released: June 20, 2000

Songwriter: Busta Rhymes

Producer: Busta Rhymes

Yeah When I step in the spot, motherfuckers say "who that?"
Big Bun B, but you already knew that
Live from the state where they chop it and screw that
You hatin' on the trill OG, where they do that? (for real!)
Motherfuckers need to get off the dick, man
Fall the fuck back like a bike with no kickstand
Get out my mix man, just go' get you stuck
Deeper in the quicksand, with no easy fix, man (damn!)
No tricks, man, those is for kids
Cushion, my cigar, and hoes in the crib
Drank, and the twenty ounce froze in the fridge
You fuckin' with DA so you know what it is
I'm sittin' on the fours that clack
Comin' down candy in the golden 'Lac
We gettin' to the money like it's Goldman Sachs
And we do it for the pimps that are holding back let's go!

Look who crept in with automatic weapons
Reppin' QB till the death of him
That nigga that inspired lyrical tyrants like Kanye West and Em'
Track record goes back to "The Essence"
Smack adolescents who ask who the best is
I'm nasty like gas from a fat man, attested
I pass it, you gaspin' for breath and you die fast
But I'm like a gastric bypass
Bunch of Nas African actors seemed to get typecast in the same role
Since sixteen I ain't grow a day old yet my brain grow
Cocaine white Range Rov'
Tats on my body like an art exhibit
I did real good for a project nigga
Was once a Bacardi sipper, now it's Chandon
Fat blunts in the car with strippers
Guns in compartments hidden
I was real young, little youth, a novice nigga
Blessings, bowed down, respected
Chowed down now my food's digested
Pow pow, with my shooters are Techs
Bust louder than the noise I just spit
Let's get one thing straight that my crown ain't for testin' testin'
Chop heads off like King Henry the eighth, guillotine to ya neck, bitch!
I'm a king in this thing, don't be dumb
Been in this shit since ninety one
Niggas can't fuck with the style I use
Your fate is sealed, no Heidi Klum
Calm now, was a wylin' dude, studied cowards that made power moves
Watched Wild Planet seen lions devour food
You can say that's how I move
A monster nigga, and I don't really like doing songs with niggas
There go my nigga Wayne, let them niggas hate
I love my nigga Drake say "we ain't got time to respond to niggas"

I'm a villain, I'm a villain, all that happens in the street
Poverty and desperation made me everything I be
I'm a shotta, when I pop up with them poppers burn ya block up
Call the judges, call the coppers, we takin' over Gotham
Word to Poppa
Blood gang, five! It's that Blood gang, five
But green is the bottom line
I run this town, I ain't gon' lie
They run they mouth, they ain't gon' fight
They actin' like they ain't gon' die
Until I let them llamas fly
Flatbush to Bed-do-or-die
From Watts to Larry Hoover Chi
Poverty and heroine, it's no place for a juvenile
Put greed in our heart, it's the green that we want
Cash Money is the company and Weezy the boss!

They say I'm underrated, but un-compete-with-able
Understandable, being that my rating levels are unreachable
Anything said other than that should be silenced, unspeakable!
And the thought of you being nicer than me, unfeasible!
They ask is what I do ever gonna stop, this shit will never end
That's when you hear a car crash in the vocal booth got 'em sayin'
"There he goes again!"
See now they nominated a nigga to come and flatten everything
Now let me dominate it, nigga run
And they be knowin' that I be blackin' on everything
And make it complicated like a nigga constipated with a gun
I gotta make it what they want and wake 'em when I come and shake 'em
And bake 'em and take 'em to another place
Ain't no fakin', ain't no kind of mistakin' how I be breakin' up
Everything and be creating a s-s-s-situation when I'm done (Damn!)
You see I spit National Treasure, discography rich
And I done killed more cats than curiosity, snitch!
Most of you niggas sorry and owe apologies, quick
What the fuck you niggas still hangin' around here for
You apostrophe bitch?
OK, now enough of that, see now I'm out the door
Tunechi, thanks for giving us a whole 'nother classic
With Tha Carter IV

Busta Rhymes is a Grammy-nominated rapper, producer, and actor. Born Trevor George Smith, Jr. on May 20, 1972 in East Flatbush, Brooklyn, New York City, he would later move to Uniondale, Long Island but attended high school in Brooklyn with the likes of JAY-Z, The Notorious B.I.G., and Special Ed. Prior to his graduation from Uniondale High School in 1990, Busta joined Dinco D, Charlie Brown, and Cut Monitor Milo to from Leaders of the New School. The group opened for Public Enemy and their frontman Chuck D gave Chill-O-Ski the name Busta Rhymes after NFL wide receiver George “Buster” Rhymes.

Leaders of the New School released two albums, A Future Without a Past… (1991) and T.I.M.E. (The Inner Mind’s Eye) (1993), before splitting after an intense interview with Yo! MTV Raps. Busta’s popularity began to rise with his appearances on A Tribe Called Quest’s “Scenario” in 1991 and its remix in 1992, as well as the remix to Craig Mack’s “Flava in Ya Ear” in 1994.

This led to Busta releasing his platinum debut album The Coming in 1996, featuring the platinum single “Woo Hah!! Got You All in Check.” Busta’s subsequent four albums all went platinum, while It Ain’t Safe No More… and The Big Bang achieved gold status. He also released several international hits, including “Dangerous,” “What’s It Gonna Be?” with Janet Jackson, and “I Know What You Want” with Mariah Carey, as well as being featured on the #1 hits “Don’t Cha” with the Pussycat Dolls and “Look At Me Now” with Chris Brown and Lil Wayne.

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