I knows ya gonna dig it It's time to plant the seed Hip-Hop's the tree and I'ma fig it Figure it out, the mic, I'm rippin it like a ligament Gimme
your fist if you feelin' it Wild the fuck out, bust a clip for the fuck of it This is as good as it get, who you rollin' with? Who the ultimate? Stay
harsh aborted Word so superb it'll turn to herb if you snort it 50 sack and a nick can vouch for it We keep it critical If you hard core spit it out,
Bad Ass and B-Lah do it big Drink the whole bottle bitch and give you a swig But don't take it personal, that's just how we kick it Pull out a big dick
calls, it's time to go Bust a few rhymes at the studio You know I don't do it for the love of it I love it but I do it for the love I get Big checks,
a bitch, like a rabbit out a hat Nigga if I want, I can have it like that Fuck two or three bitches at the same time Grab the microphone sing my rhyme
like, gimme some more If a nigga broke, what'd you fuck him for? Waste of time It's like we playette minds Don't stop, get it get it Bitches, take it
it's costing Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's time to apply it now Pick out a quiet town and tie it down Make niggaz lock it down, y'all know where
know How to rock a party, keep the crowd on the go It starts with the beat, then comes the rhyme The stance that's hard to keep you on time We'll add
ideal nickel solos it Little coders to pull again, wrote it quick and they quoted it Yo, when it exposed, the flow be hold it, 'cause when that motor
through bread so I'm do what I do Doin' it too, brotha I'mma do it with you I'ma grab these things and get to bustin' at dudes Yo, it's kinda rule to
it off And all the pioneers that made it what it was Cause we been doin this for 25 years long So we gotta represent and keep hip-hop strong JBeez, we
got shit! I'm stuck at Warner's and them pricks won't push my album, but it's cool as soon as I'm free I'm gonna do it without them, 8 months later I
wide baller call me the international thug Makin' it happen, so nigga now what? Nigga, you know it's nothin' but love But this game that we play in it
so bad lyrically it ain't even funny, i ain't even hungry, it ain't even money you can't pay me enough for you to play me it's cockamanie you just ain
8 mile road You gotta live it to feel it, you didn't you wouldn't get it Or see what the big deal is, why it wasn't it still is To be walkin' this boarder
your school for help Read an' write 'cause it's evidence 'Cause teachers, yo, they be teachin' us nonsense {The last but not least it's a Busta Rhymes
, Charlie go Charlie. Go Busta, Busta Go Busta. You know we got style Dinco, Dinco, Go Dinco Go Charlie, Charlie go Charlie. Go Busta, Busta Go Busta