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    (Busta Rhymes)
    Yea I'm back to drive you crazy with that hottest shit in the streets
    No if's, and's, or maybe's
    Errbody gather around from here to little Haiti
    Cuz it's Busta..(Luda)..and (Young Weezy Baby)
    With Flip Moon and DTP, shit be gettin' ugly
    Weezy tell 'em what you rep..(I represent Young Money)
    Yea I know you got me homie..(Busta, Busta I got you)
    Real Talk
    (I'm goin' in)
    Get 'em killaaa


    (Lil Wayne)
    I'm about to blast off call it rocket science
    Daddy fat stacks check my pocket science
    And if ya wanna try it, c'mon and try it
    You don't want beef, I'll put you on a diet
    I'm comin' through ya house with them choppas firin'
    And all adults die, leave the toddlers cryin'
    I've been a soldier, never met private ryan
    Hey welcome to the jungle, and I'm the lion
    I'm dippin' in my coupe, with the top behind me
    I'm not the president, but I see cops behind me
    Well fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, and they can not stop me
    So I will be drivin' like Ricky Bobby
    It's my quality like Whitney's Bobby
    I'm skatin' on blades like Sidney Crosby (That's hot)
    Sharper than a ginsu shawty
    You not Beyonce, but I can get you body


    (Chorus)
    Now you know what we about to do, we goin' full throttle
    Niggas go and toss ya champagne, and throw a fuckin' bottle
    Throw it up (you know we got em)
    Throw it up (you know we got em)
    Throw it up (you know we got em)
    Throw it up (you know we got em)
    (I got 'em..Ludaa)


    (Ludacris)
    I throw it up like a cap and tassel
    I got my rap diploma
    I throw it up like the gangs in Southern California
    I Got them burners on ya, I be lookin' at a Russian rouga
    I be lookin' like a human torch
    And I be lookin' like Freddy Couger
    So don't be sleepin' on me, this aint a fuckin' dream
    I pass the rock to these jays like I'm on they fuckin' team
    But I aint slagin' dope, I slang Luda-vision
    Hip-Hop's God in these jeans, now that's true religion
    You couldn't fill my shoes, You couldn't fill my jockey
    My niggas fight over ice like we been playin' hockey
    I hope you get the goal, I hope you get the point
    I'm on a roll with this paper, I hope you get the joint
    I hope you fire it up, I hope it burn slow
    I welcome chicks to my nest, I let these birds know
    And eagles fly alone, so I'm about to take flight
    And throw it up like ya girl's dress on prom night


    (Chorus)
    Now you know what we about to do, we goin' full throttle
    Niggas go and toss ya champagne, and throw a fuckin' bottle
    Throw it up (you know we got em)
    Throw it up (you know we got em)
    Throw it up (you know we got em)
    Throw it up (you know we got em)


    (Busta Rhymes)
    When I spit, niggas be askin' "Who dat"
    It be the god
    And I know you niggas really wanna know how the hell I "Do dat"
    And the way that I come through
    And kill every single thing when I rhyme
    Nevermind, niggas can't compete when I spit a little beat same time
    (Bring the beat back)
    My fans will leave ya fuckin' ass leakin'
    For sayin' you nicer than me, hypothetically speakin'
    Cool and Dre bring the fuckin' beat back for no reason
    (Rewind It)
    Niggas know my rap and know me for always beastin', Ok
    When they see me they stutta, niggas know where I'm from
    Scoon nu nu nu bada ba be, like the speakin' in tongue
    I single handily move like a thousand niggas kick on
    Trample niggas like a heard of hippo's (Nigga)
    When I get hot I pop like oil, that's when they call me crystal (Bitch)
    I seek revenge like the Calte Monty Crystal
    Crack niggas like the bisco, swallow a fifth for 'Sisco
    A gangsta cat walkin' territorial wherever the piss go
    Now that I'm pissy drunk, why the hell you wanna thug and holla
    I'll change that and have you consider studyin' caballa (Shit)
    They done named me Camala (Hey), Cuz I am the giant
    Flatten niggas with my foot, who wanna try it


    (Chorus)
    Now you know what we about to do, we goin' full throttle
    Niggas go and toss ya champagne, and throw a fuckin' bottle
    Throw it up (you know we got em)
    Throw it up (you know we got em)
    Throw it up (you know we got em)
    Throw it up (you know we got em)

    When the game was gettin' weak, and everybody started winin'
    And when the streets needed us, we came at the perfect time
    Throw it up (you know we got em)
    Throw it up (you know we got em)
    Throw it up (you know we got em)
    Throw it up (you know we got em)

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