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[Intro: Busta Rhymes - talking] Hey yo Aftermath is my family nigga! Yeah Fuck you want to know what size shoe I wear for? When I could put a fuckin mule's shoe in your chest cavity nigga! Yeah, Bishop Lamont, Busta Rhymes, bitch! [Verse 1: Bishop Lamont] Fuck that, bear arms, it's my constitutional right Wild, wild west, this is how we fight See death around the corner, every day, every night Act a fool, I pack a tool, unscrew your bug light What it do, be cool, or be cool in the morgue tonight I'm hot new, but not new to the game, alright? La's move, I ain't got shit to prove Unlike you fag ass rappers that's baggers on youtube Subliminal disses, yeah I caught you And you, and you, and you, but where's your album debut? You see a bitch when you peer in the mirror, I'm not you I'm grown, I've been dropped out of fuckin high school And my backpack nigga is where I tuck that tool I'll be waitin in your kitchen to hop out like Zool I don't jet, I'll promise that If you niggaz really know what's good You don't really want no problems (OHH!) SongtexteCheck [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] When the leather strapped with the horse And we ridin through "Desperado" style knick Sick, the way a motherfucker spit 'til I'm hoarse And you know that's how I do it all the while prick (OH!) And you don't want no problems bitch (just get to kissin the curb) See you don't want me poppin snitch (just get to kissin the curb) I don't care if you a trick (just get to kissin the curb) This motherfucker think he slick (just get to kissin the curb) I'm sayin [Verse 2: Bishop Lamont] Tough guy, every motherfuckin rhymer When I catch 'em in the street they delicate as fine china Bitch ass "na" got sand in they vagina Get shook they like "wha" like The Spoof was behind 'em I'm no Spector but the tech bro Go through all's flow, come get ya Wet ya, you pearl tongue Clitoris, I'm serious, equivalent to none Aftermath, yeah you know I got to say it Only 'cause I know you jealous bitch niggaz hate it Probably caught your girl on myspace When she fuckin you, she seein my face That boy shinin, so you know about that REDRUM But fuck with me, better duck when them sounds come [Chorus] [Verse 3: Bishop Lamont] F-f-fresh I get, f-f-fresh I spit Hot girls, got even stone dykes on my dick It's not a figment, of my imagination Just a benefit, of Dre affiliation Pimp genetics, natural charm, good conversation But fuck the broads bro, back to my battle station Who want it? You goin to get it I FedEx it to your house, same day send it Entrepreneur homeboy, I'm with the business Blue collar, bloody your collar If they said you dead, I ain't got to spend a dollar (nope) It's free of charge when you know the Don Dada I know O.O.G.'s probably rob your father's father If you ain't prepared to die, motherfucker don't bother [Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania