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busta rhymes - don't be a bitch lyrics

[intro: bun b]
yeah that’s right
the king of the tril
linked up with the general of the flipmode squad
bun b
bussa bus
what you know about that, n+gga?
eh yo, bus
i [?] this trill sh+t
this flipmode sh+t
and put it together
[?]

[verse 1: bun b]
it’s the king of the trill, the president of the south
sitting in the [?] with a blunt in my mouth
i got the hood on lock, i got the streets on fire
13 years up in the game, and i ain’t finna retire
call me [?] come down to the dirty, n+ggas know i’m till young in the game, even though i’m passed 30
i can sw+ng in a slab, i can grip on the grain
i can pop trunk wile sitting sideways in [?]
crawling down on spiders, sitting lower than an ant
n+ggas swearing they can take bun b out, but they can’t
you can rant and you can rave, till the fat lady sings
but f+ck that [?] b+tch, i’m doing my thing
let them hang while i hold it, [?] stacks, imma fold it
outa line n+ggas, imma [?]
put them face down in the toilet, having them sucking sh+t
’cause obviously, they done forgot who they was f+cking with
[chorus: bun b]
don’t be a b+tch, man, don’t be a ho, man
just keep it trill, man
act like you know, man
be ’bout your bread, man
be ’bout your dough, man
weather you in the rap game or the dope game
don’t be a b+tch, man, don’t be a ho, man
just keep it trill, man
act like you know, man
be ’bout your bread, man
be ’bout your dough, man
weather you in the rap game or the dope game

[verse 2: busta rhymes]
see y’all supposed to know the drill [?]
[?] way i k!ll [?] you can check my f+cking resume
sometimes i make the [?] hated [?] don’t know what they saying
[?] i’m forced to hit them with the f+cking [?]
look, bussa bus and bun b, [?]
while he is the king of the south, i’m king of the motherf+cking east
better k!ll that sh+t you talking, boy, you f+cking with a beast
you know i always run the block, with everything that i release
i’m saying time and time again, i have to tell these n+ggas
[?] see right through [?] jealous n+ggas
i be the god of the block, see the way we running through it
motherf+ckers hate the fact that they can’t do it how we do it
back to give you style
k again, make it hot [?]
d light the fire in the hood, and keep my n+ggas [?] up
stack chips, while i bag a b+tch
smoke the weed up, keep it hood lil homie
better keep it ge’d up
[chorus: bun b]
don’t be a b+tch, man, don’t be a ho, man
just keep it trill, man
act like you know, man
be ’bout your bread, man
be ’bout your dough, man
weather you in the rap game or the dope game
don’t be a b+tch, man, don’t be a ho, man
just keep it trill, man
act like you know, man
be ’bout your bread, man
be ’bout your dough, man
weather you in the rap game or the dope game

- busta rhymes lyrics

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