Busta's can't see me my uzi goes bang (Shame) Busta's can't see me my uzi goes bang (Shame) Busta's can't see me my uzi goes bang (Shame) Busta's can
these busta's can't see me [Chorus: Spice 1] Busta's can't see me my uzi goes bang! (SHAME!!) Busta's can't see me my uzi goes bang! (SHAME!!) Busta'
For the bullshit they done to me Gangsta Nip, Spice 1 or 2Pac never gave a gun to me So gangsta rap ain't done shit for that I've even seen white folks
whole town loves me An every event I'm sacked up So if ya need me, scream double R when ya see me I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed I
's got me stuck, cannot go back I got 5 on it Potnah, let's go half on a sack Yeah, whassup baby? It's me, your boy with the kick that's always tight
lucky so here's your end friend I sets the show ain't brocoli and rice the newer to the new not the old spice mind over matter it's got a true-school-
of the West Coast's dopest rappers I have chosen Prodigy, Havoc the Rhyme Son, Spice motherfuckin' 1 2Pac, Eiht from Compton's Most Wanted and Ice-T So
cheddar Yo, what's a battle emcee that can't freestyle? All those references to imaginary emcee's, come battle me Remember in Boston, you starting calling fools out? And when emcee's
Verse 1 [Spice 1] bailin out the cut wit 2 dime pieces, keep killas like pitbulls on leashes, aint no muthafuckin suckas, nigga my soilders elite, its
m Ad Rock and I shock and I tick and I tock And I can't stop with the body rock See I've got heart like John Starks, hitting mad sparks Pass me the mic
lucky so here's your end friend I sets the show ain't brocoli and rice The newer to the new not the old spice Mind over matter it's got a true-school-
luv me, though I'm 1990-sick plus I'm not the type of nigga that won't swole up quick so past me the potatoes nigga, I don't mean to be rude but if you
at me talkin about sinsemilia Mi nigga g-nut put together endonesia Mi call it gaja, give me some fire-a Can't lit di ashes, hits me in mi eye-a Before
