(feat. Spliff Star)



[Spliff Star (Busta Rhymes)]

("What?") "Check it, what, ha. ("Noooooo!") Ha! Ha-ha, ha! ("Hey!") Yeah."

("I don't care! What?! What?! Uhhh...")



It's the musical felon, the black John Lennon

who keep the gat between the brief and the denim

The way the world is headed, I can see how it's endin'

but I'm gonna get this paper from now to armageddon

My mental's too strict, my squad is too thick,

I fucked up and slipped but I quickly caught a grip

Since my man put me on, ("Eh-heh.") I took another route

I'm wreckin' shows you know from here to over South

Them mothafuckas know exactly talkin' about

Spliff Star, see me on MTV

Fuck that! I'm comin' to gain on Soul Train

Now I'm gettin' paid like that nigga Damon Wayans

Fuck that! No more stress on the brain!

Fuck that! No more sellin' cocaine!

I'm out there, I'm out there on the radio

Catch me in the video doin' my thing

Still smokin' crucial bang

Just came off my P-O ("Yo!")

I'm in my basement writin' 'nough flow

That's right, my fuckin' brain's open

Got you jealous niggas on the sides slopin'

Smell the weed I'm totin'

It's stink like skunks, I'm beatin' down you punks

Now shut the fuck up! ("'K up! 'K up! 'K up...")



[Busta Rhymes]

"Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo, what the-what the fuck is goin' on in my shit?! Ayyo,

Spliff Star! How the fuck you up in my shit, got your fuckin' songs on my LP,

nigga? Nigga, we know your shit comin' out in '98, mothafucka! Have patience!

Mawfucka tryin' to bogart space on my LP..."