Hey, hey, hey! You better believe it's Busta Rhymes, the great We 'bout to rip the tri-state, yo, yo Hey, hey, hey! I'll split your face and give you stitches Throw niggas in ditches, slap the ass of fat bitches
Wait one sec, as I get down I'm rolling with the heavyweight, connect to the stomping ground Now, don't you get suspicious, I grant your wishes every time (ha) Bring it vicious when I bust a rhyme (word is bond)
I know one thing, the whole world least expected Is how we all connected (ha) to break food on the same record Five new flavors on beat, feel the fucking heat (whoa) I really think you should retreat while we blow up the street (hey)
