Where you think you goin. Where you think you goin. Aiiyo, what you doin nigga. Where you think you goin. Where you think you goin. Where you think you goin
, you're breathin' your last breath Sellin' drugs is straight up genocide They're gonna laugh, while we all die Sittin' up there thinkin' you're makin' that money Hustlin' and all that, you
'll be tight But you never been near a studio in your life You see, disrespect is your last resort You're like Howard [Name], you never played this sport But you're
Den" show [Busta Rhymes] And if you don't knowww, now you know And if you don't knowww, now you know, nigga [Outro: Tigger (Busta)] Holla Busta [both
wickedest rhymes Wickedest rhymes, wickedest rhymes? Who the thugs with the wickedest rhymes Wickedest rhymes, wickedest rhymes? Bone Thugs back and you're gonna be in trouble Bone Thugs back and you're
and we lit in a doorway here Clair, stickin' up tha sto' What did you think I'm scared? There you are What did you think I'd bring you down? Shoot, shoot
Hand me a little bit of umm orange pineapple juice I'ma sip on it check it out I got a rhyme you got a rhyme But my rhyme is better than yours (repeat
the snake movin' my direction? No U-Turn, you're gettin' burned from the sun, In my intersection, the guard has spoken (Uh) Sword stroken, If you think you
this together My album was raw, because no one would ever Think like I think, or do what I do I stole the show, then I leave without a clue Whatta you think
to you You say you hate me? I just love you more You don't want me, I just want you more I buy you flowers, you throw 'em at me I know it's sad but it
back to you You say you hate me? I just love you more You don't want me, I just want you more I buy you flowers, you throw 'em at me I know it's sad
cause it's evidence 'Cause teachers, yo, they be teachin' us nonsense {The last but not least it's a Busta Rhymes Yeah, I know which one you're talkin
you I'ma snatch you out of that front and tie your fat stankin ass to your couch and just FEED YOU, you already look like you about to bust Nigga you
clubs you know you gettin' ya shit bust Not too many ducks is goin' against us If ya don't know now, you'll know when ya lift up Rhyme 'til I can't rhyme
When you goin' through mad shit And it just seem like you can get out of it, nowhere and shit You thinkin' you puttin' your shit in and you thinkin' You
it backwards Bust it Backwards Do you know where you're going to And do you like the things that Ready C is showin' you? Showing you Where you're goin' to, goin
like this Check it out, people, whoever you are Whoever you with, where ever you at Where ever you from, where ever you goin' I?m gon put you up on this
you to the Marin County Sheriff department Fuck you to the F.B.I Fuck you to the C.I.A Fuck you to the B-u-s-h Fuck you to the AmeriKKKa Fuck you to
