Full moon splits soft niggas in a lunatic on some absurd shit You talk back, hustlin' crack don't make you bigger Niggas who take your measurements quick, don't
go another line you figured Never drivin by nine, never givin up a dime if you was Never been that {nigga} If you really wanna test me, brother don't stress me Or you
time Don't call it gettin dressed, call it in a sky time If you aint a pilot, you probably couldn't style it Unless you was a stewardess, you won't know
done solve 'em, and quick, we'll squash 'em. Don't know me, buck you, when you got beef, but you also got to clone styles and know Mo T. See me rappin
me Make sure you know what you're doin' got niggas That know what they doin' rollin' with me Infrared to your head don't beg you dead we fled Gotta
to be a thug What do you think? Do you think he gon' do something? Don't let the money fool you Don't let the money do you 'Cause it ain't really about
We never run away from responsibility, but where you goin? Youre gonna have to face the music anyway. Livin through a true reality but you be blowin!. If they test you
Twelve gauges bust up in ya playa hatas we be quick to pin ya You know, we know, you don't wanna roll 'Cause then we give it to you, we're gonna bring
the nation. Krayzie: Nigga, you ask 'em, they gon' tell you who the thuggish ruggish. They love us. You haters, I bet you won't say fuck you us to our
you, clones, You gotta give credit when credit is due, Why wouldn?t they give it ta Bone? If you ever gave props to the masta, thanks, Now you thinkin
True to the ghetto that?s my life You see that house on the lake it?s for the kids and the wife You can test me if you wanna 'Cause I be dumpin' niggas
your side And the topic of your every conversation's let's ride But let's take 5 and then put that shit aside But you know as well as I know that you don't
mutha fuckers can't fade Rhyming but still you mutha fuckers ain't paid So how can one try to see the unseen Before you step your ass to the square know
son? Let me know it's real son, if it's really real Something I could feel son, load it up and kill one Want it raw deal son, if it's really real And
don't let nobody know The snakes in the grass, you gotta watch where you move Son, shots get loaded, don't ever run wit the crowd son Stick and move, you
, who you tellin'? 'Cause we Allustrious, ashes to ashes And dust to dust, if you fuck with us It's a must we bust and if you stand wit us Nine times out of ten, son you
let it goooooooo! (Y'all ain't ready! You are not ready!) And clear the air (Akon! Shabba! And Busta Bus!) [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Mi come to willin