Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Busta Rhymes, artist - Montana of 300. Album song Don't Doubt The God, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.05.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: FLY Guy Entertainment
Song language: English
Busta Rhymes |
Bussa Bus' |
One seven |
Rap God |
Notorious |
My warriors |
Be glorious |
Twenty-eight, Twenty two, now stories up |
So keep my dick up out your mouth don’t be twisting the story up |
I’m from Chiraq but caught my first body up in Peoria |
Hit you with no delaying |
So what you saying ho |
All my lyrics is groundbreaking that Super Saiyan flow |
Yeah my 40 count bang mo |
That pops off of Wayans bros |
Wet up shit like the rain though |
This what we trained for |
I am off of the chain hoe |
Call me Django |
Rap God or the dang GOAT both in the same boat |
On these tracks I’m Usian Bolt |
Nothing has came close |
This is what I get payed for |
Dropping grenades hoe |
Just bought broski a Draco |
I give him the say-so |
Black mask like he Space Ghost |
Try me like Dej Loaf |
I ain’t gotta call my hittas up I’ll come and get rid of you |
Smiling looking sinister |
Pull up in somethin' tinted up |
Body you and then I lay low like Forest Whitaker |
Then go up and lift my brothers and sisters like I’m the minister |
I ain’t perfect with my kids if I ain’t working |
I encourage higher learning I’m teaching through fire verses |
Till the day he lie in hearses |
I’m fighting the lying serpent |
Ride and lurking |
Hit you pussies make sure you don’t die a virgin |
Johnny told you |
Tie your burner |
I’m fancy like writing cursive |
Rap God I’m way to real to have someone to write my verses |
Dangerous |
You know this ain’t a game to us |
My bang will bust |
These bullets hit your brains and guts |
Get changed to dust |
Ain’t no one else to blame but us |
You strange to us |
Fu niggas cannot hang with us |
You lame to us |
These other rappers plain to us |
My labels tough |
Like KD back with James and Russ |
Word to my mother I’m |
Eating like supper time |
I come from trouble times |
I knew the sun would shine |
I’m hot like summertime |
Dreaded like Busta Rhymes |
My girl so fucking fine |
Mo' cake than Duncan Hines |
They said Hip-Hop was dead |
But I came just in time |
My bars hold hella weight |
Bitch I’m just pumping iron |
This is serious |
These fuck niggas on my dick and they fear me cause |
I made them bleed like a bitch on her period |
Banana clips for you monkeys if you curious |
This is that part of chess |
I got you all in check |
They thought I wouldn’t make it |
I made them all regret |
I ball so fucking hard |
The ref might call a tech |
Might hit them all and flex |
My sons and my daughter fresh |
I’ll never sell my soul |
Bitch I won’t fall for that |
You can’t get me to change |
You got to call collect |
Nike just like me my nigga I am a walking check |
I’m more than blessed and more calculated than architects |
I’m who they call the best |
Flew from a falling nest |
If I feel y’all a threat |
We outside of y’all address |
You don' f’d up all black we dressed up |
Put a clip up to his head give that boy a fresh cut |
Driving dirty with no Ls I was living reckless |
Swerving serving pounds just to get my check up |
Had 20 on my wrist 20 on my necklace |
Balled every time you see me just like Uncle Fester |
I ran into the law man that shit was messed up |
Never fold under pressure mother fuck them questions |
Your niggas harmless; |
mine dangerous like Coolio |
Don’t get nailed with this hammer I stay with the tooly, yo |
I be strapped at every show even strapped at the studio |
Just know that when you see these clips you ain’t watching no movie though |
No I don’t give a fuck who we run with or who we know |
I bet I leave them in the pass give it to them like Rubio |
Aw shit he catching bullets like Julio |
I got green in my pants you just hating like Rufio |
For acting funny like Chris Rock I’ll smoke them like pookie, hoe |
I got powers like a monster and I’m saucing I’m groovy, hoe |
And I’ve been rocking Bandannas since Weezy and Juve hoe |
And my belt and shoes Louie my glasses is Gucci though |
When you hustling watch for rats man the shit gets spooky though |
You got to get it then get out I learned that from the movie Blow |
Squad! |