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busta rhymes - otis freestyle lyrics

[dmx]
i’m taking the mic, f-ck who’s next!
2 n-ggas repping the r, x & x
my n-gga, there are no raps sh-t
my n-gga clap sh-t that quick
yeah, we on that sh-t

[busta rhymes]
about to roundhouse kick you motherf-ckers face off
my voice so big you can turn the f-ckin base off
wanted for lots of murders lately – cops surround the place off
i’m busting dmx up in this b-tch
you better take off

[dmx]
went away for a while.. jail, prison
getting down for real, f-ck it – living!
don’t worry about what condition i’m in
cats can’t survive half the places i’ve been

[busta rhymes]
and while a lot of motherf-ckers
sit and watch the throne k!ller
we in the booth barking dog, welcome home
we spazzing in this b-tch
while we keeping the crowd hyped
remind em like what this
sh-t’s supposed to sound like
dogg, i pulled up in front
of the jail to picked you up
convoy of whips with about 30 b-tches in the trunk
come on!

[dmx]
they saying locked down is easy
but a n-gga like me is greasy
population or pc, check my 5 n-gga
see when i’m on
feeding with that thing, then i’m gone

[busta rhymes]
most you n-ggas talk too much
putting police on ‘em
bunch of blabbermouth–ss n-ggas: jackie gleason
i dig my foot in your face, putting my cleats on
you n-ggas steady watching me putting the streets on

[dmx]
you need to think cause
i got on and changed that something changed?
b-tch, i am the streets. what’s my name
i’ve been trying to stay suckerfree
but look where the suckers be
had the hood under me, can’t a motherf-cker breathe

[busta rhymes]
i know you baggage claim rapper n-ggas.. just carry my luggage
and i take great pleasure whenever it’s time to punish
incinerate a rhyme, let me throw their -ss in the rubbish
i don’t give f-ck what they think
you n-ggas know that i run this
you n-ggas can see just what it is and how i’m on it
how i f-ck your money up and be the foulest n-gga

[dmx]
fall back cause of all that noise you’re making
only lets me know you boys is faking
let me know that everything
you got is mine for the takin
before i leave you dead and stinkin
look here, i don’t play games, i don’t say names
jump through with the guns out spraying lames
i don’t take aim, hit the whole crowd
i shoot loud!

[busta rhymes]
ya’ll n-ggas know my m.o, i k!ll you, little boy
heatseeker missle whistle seek and destroy
you ain’t ready for the standoff
and while a dog shooting
i’m chopping a n-gga’s hand off
funny little n-gga, see the way i treat him
talk sh-t when i whoop n-ggas, than i beat them
and if you run around, i woop your -ss cookoo
don’t. talk. back. when your father’s talking to you
these corny n-ggas is wavin surrender flag banners
taking no prisoners, p-ssy, i’m teaching your -ss manners
f-ck your -ss up bad, more bangers
and air them out to dry
like we left them on clothes hangers
i’m sickly as h-ll, eat your body up: cancer
who’s the nicest in the spot?
ya’ll already knowing the answer
then i listen to n-ggas talk
and they fill me up with laughter
these n-ggas say they’re “thug”
but be lookin’ more like a dancer
there’s something that you n-ggas need to know, it’s so important
that i ain’t the one to f-ck with homey
i’m tired of talking!

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