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Artist:Busta Rhymes  Album:Genesis  Composer:T. Smith, Andre R. Young, Mike Elizondo & Camara Kambon 

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Yeah, yeah This shit sound like... One, two o'clock in the mornin' with the full moon out Niggas in they trucks, creepin' With a fresh box of ecstasy pills for these bitches Yeah, team select, please collect, Gs connect Thieves, nigga, direct the trees to the SmokeFest Wanna take a toke? Yes! The newest zone I'm in I'm like Smithsonian, nigga, fuck it, call me Napoleon Wave the torch, cut the head off the Leviathan The terminology I'm rhymin' in cause a frenzy up in Ireland Hit ya, I'm gon' get ya And drop the bomb scripture at your barmitzvah Yo, map shit out, blast through the speakers With a wifebeater on, Bushe below, a new pair of sneakers Street niggas hang on the sidewalk That's where I learned my fly talk, pimp strut, and how to skywalk Moderatin' how we establish the whole Conglomerate The way we honor it, you'll never conquer it See how we wreck has a global effect on even Polish people Young and restless down to the old and feeble Peep them, Czechoslovakian to Yugoslavian niggas Be all into my bounce so don't be botherin', niggas So NOW you should feel the whole cathedralish bounce Put one in your stomach leave you in a fetalish crouch, nigga My vernacular is spectacular Strategic plans'll have you lookin wacker than a postal office massacre Is that so? Make moves just like a fatso Bounce in a minivan Astro after my gat Blow! Ayo, get up, get out, get dough Ha, get dough, nigga Roll up, light up, and smoke that 'dro Smoke 'dro now Bitch, shake yo' hips and bounce real slow Niggas, rep yo' hood, I'm with that All my niggas All my niggas If you with me If you with me Yeah, I see you Yeah Holla Throw yo' guns in the motherfuckin air, c'mon! All my bitches, if you're with me Yeah, all my bitches where you at now Yeah, I see you You know I see y'all Holla Yeah My whole entire mind state deeper— Than astronomy and mathematics like Galileo Smash you niggas like mashed potato Back when niggas used to rock Ballys and Clarks I used to watch, little niggas shouldn't hustle nickel crack in the park Barrels spray the brighter flame in the dark Blood-spill stain on the street, that's how niggas be leavin' they mark Fuckin' with diplomats who love

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