(feat. Busta Rhymes)



[Busta Rhymes]

Dong, dong, dong

Gahng, gahng, gahng

gohng, gohng, gohng



Oh that's crazy

Swizz and Busta

Come on!



[Chorus:  Busta Rhymes]

Right before we run it all in the ground

Motherfuckers know we shutting it down

I dare y'all to say something

Motherfuckers want to give me a pound

Everytime we bring y'all niggas to say 

We dare y'all to say something!

You can sit and watch the gat all the way round

Motherfuckers no we holding the crown

I dare y'all to say something!

Before we bring this shit that'll flood your whole town

Motherfuckers know we making y'all drown

I dare y'all



[Busta Rhymes]

(hey yo)...Bus Rhymes holding the fort

Read the report

MVP of the sport

You need to be taught

(Come on)

Snort whatever you snort

We coming up court

You know we never coming up short

So fuck what you thought

We high profile for this shit

I smile for this shit

I stack dough and make all my people just wil' for this shit

Hold it now!

We rolling it down

We holding it down

Thick money, folding it down in a hole in the ground

Stash more loot than before

A brute from before

Tell the truth and get used to leaving you boots at the door

We four, five, sixin' it up

We fixing it up

We keep the bitches stripping the way we be mixing it up

Come out from wherever you are, whoever you are

Incredible performance, their so unforgettable Star

They'll never find the get because I threw the barreta too far

Police go drive my whip, so I'm going to get a new car

(What the Fuck!)



[Chorus x1: Busta Rhymes]



[Swizz Beatz]

(Yo Busta)...I was born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto

I was born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto

I was born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto

I bang out beats in cars with ho stacks

Rap nigga putting out rock-n-roll tracks

Anything with wheels, playa I drove that

Y'all, six, Swizz, and Busta back

I be hearing that I'm drugged out

Because I be bangin them beats like I'm drugged out

I threw gerdems on the bus, threw the dubs out

One, niggas gettin robbed when the clubs out

Dog, and it gets ugly, and the hood loves me, and your chick know me, plus 

your man owes me

That clown don't pay

They straight killing homie

Y'all don't gotta like me, screw y'all , blow me

I walk up in the club bitches want to go to breakfast

Clowns lookin at me, niggas acting reckless



[Chorus x1: Busta Rhymes]



[Busta Rhymes]

I put my foot in your ass just like a kung-fu flick

Bust my tool quick hitting with the force of a mule kick

Spit fly shit as if I was bagging a new chick

Instead of biting mines, it be best you bite on the true shit

Funny how niggas be trying to do shit

When I rock a light bling all my pinky gleam in the blue shit

Bitches loving the way we always pass through shit

The way we rep the gutter and bring you the brand new shit

(Double Back!)

Y'all niggas don't really want to trouble that

Brass knuckle beat you stupid, with a belt buckle rap

Couple cracks, some weed, back when we used to muscle that

And take a niggas shit like we like we fighting to get our hustle back

Used to be the shit, now you writing your suicidal rap

Fronting like your the champ, trying to get your title back

Remind me that, this could even cause a homicidal act

And if you blaming the music, watch me write the title track

The way that we kill and make you wanna cop that

Fucking with corny niggas you need to STOP THAT SHIT!

Come on, please just let a nigga pop that shit

All in they trunk, you know you want to rock that

Stay repping the struggle

Busy pulling my man's up

Shit we giving y'all niggas might even swell y'all glands up

(STOP!)

All of my niggas, all of my bitches stand up

And rep whatever you repping

And put your fucking hands up



[Chorus x1: Busta Rhymes]



Endalay, Endalay,

Arriba, Arriba motherfucker

Endalay

Move from around these parts!