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Busta Rhymes We Put It Down For Y All

Chorus Callin all live niggas BOOYAH!! Callin all live bitches OOH OOOOH!! Yes I hold a pound for y'all Say what? Busta Rhymes hold it down for y'all

Chorus Callin all live niggas BOOYAH!! Callin all live bitches OOH OOOOH!! Yes I hold a pound for y'all Say what? Busta Rhymes hold it down for y'all

is at? We got the real live shit Fuck y'all niggaz wanna do It's all fucked up now What I'ma do now, huh? What I'ma do now? It's all fucked up now

put it down (Come On) Cocked aim to shoot [P. Did] To spray it down [Rhymes] Steam rollin you niggas [P. Did] And lay it down [Rhymes] Niggas frontin

did I do? Just say truth motherfucka and it's comin' through I tell you what we did, we stole your fuckin' kids The home invader All right we got the motherfuckin' kids, we

and drift away, It's alright {{Napolean}} When I got the news, my heart dropped down to my dick Timin was fucked up, right around the time we'd all be

forget you, no For you, I wanna write the sickest rhyme of my life So sick it'll blow up the mic, it'll put the dyna in mite Yeah, it'll make the dopest

now been fulfilled Get your ass up and let's get ill, that's right y'all We more than rough, we callin' your bluff And when it comes to rhymes (Brick

, think we won't flex or show you no action. Down for mine. Got to show a busta time to time, so I figure I'll slow down the rhyme. So they can understand