Busta Rhymes, Dr. Dre - Look Who lyrics

I'm tired of tellin' these niggas I'm comin'
Busta Rhymes bitch, Flipmode bitch

So many big guns when they pull
Out a dock in a city
She don't wanna fuck around
It don't make sense tryin'
It's like fightin' someone who believes
There's rewards in dyin'
Nigga look like he a little
Can't front like he hard
Actin' tough like he Lil Ze from City of God
Nigga front, i'll let the bullets stray and
Split up your arm
With so many shots that'll follow
Shit could ruin a farm
When i see the police come I stash my own gat
Before i have to do it
You should trash your own rap
Hang 'em til' they're drip dry
Harness 'em up
And let they bitches give me dick
Jobs 'n polish me up
Why act tough? you don't have the ability
Son i take your shine like a
Bitch i took virginity from
You da type that regularly
Deal with supidity, done
That make me grab utility
Belt for utility gun

Look who's got you goin' crazy again
Bus-a-Bus, Flipmode aftermath Bitch
Look who's got you goin' crazy again
'Bout to show these knuckleheads how
To do this here
Look who's got you goin' crazy again
Aftermath
Flipmode faggot, you know how we do
Look who's got you goin crazy again
My niggas be happy with guns
They be poppin' at random you know how we do

I'ma mash on niggas til they sick of me, run
I'ma mash on niggas til they sick of me, run
I'ma mash on niggas til they sick of me, run
When it come to reppin' tha
Block I'm the epitome Rewind
Come and see the way niggas conspire
Try to get rid of me from
Up outta the game, can't be
Serious, you kiddin' me, won

It wasn't meant, but you shoulda
Never said shit to me, money
Once the homocide detective get
To chalkin' around
And leave the witnesses fucked up
Or shot talkin' about it

Look who's got you goin' crazy again
Bus-a-Bus, Flipmode aftermath Bitch
Look who's got you goin crazy again
Bout to show these knuckleheads how
To do this here
Look who's got you goin' crazy again
Aftermath
Flipmode faggot, you know how we do
Look who's got you goin crazy again
My niggas be happy with guns
They be poppin' at random
Look who's got you goin crazy again
Aftermath
Flipmode faggot, you know how we do
Look who's got you goin crazy again
My niggas be happy with guns
They be poppin' at random rewind

So many big guns when they pull
Out a dock in a city
She don't wanna fuck around
It don't make sense tryin'
It's like fightin' someone who believeS
There's rewards in dyin'
Nigga look like he a little
Can't front like he hard
Actin' tough like he Lil Ze from City of God
Nigga front, i'll let the bullets stray and
Split up your arm
With so many shots that'll follow
Shit could ruin a farm
When i see the police come I stash my own gat
Before i have to do it
You should trash your own rap
Hang 'em til' they're drip dry
Harness 'em up
And let they bitches give me dick
Jobs 'n polish me up
Why act tough? you don't have the ability
Son i take your shine like a
Bitch i took virginity from
You da type that regularly
Deal with supidity, done
That make me grab utility
Belt for utility gun

Fades out