Busta Rhymes, Rick Ross - Master Fard Muhammad lyrics

Have mercy for the spirit's
Still prayin' for me
Times hard, so forgive me if I smell funny
Sleeping in cars
It be real with no hotel money
Louis Vuitton
You just get it 'cause your man want it
Pictures and captions let me know
That you will tell somethin' middle school
Bitches used to call me Bruce Bruce
Now it's stretch Maybachs and the coupes, too
(Maybach) like jewels
I'm just tryna pack a deuce-deuce
Diplomats, Arabic how I'm makin' my moves
Road to riches
Fuckin' bitches in my favorite shoes
She thought I had a seizurе
Told her April fools
Fuck a lawsuit, bitch I'm tryna make the nеws
Master Mohammed sold silks goin' door to door
Givin' knowledge to the brothers


Fed who wanted more we a nation of brothers
Such a wonderful force
Go straight to the Quran if
You wanted the source
I know God so proud you becoming the boss
Cold world with the flows, keep a nigga raw
We was sleepin' on the floors
When they used to storm
I just wanna get a home for my only mom
This a dream to make her
Proud of her only son
This a dream to make her
Proud of her only son
Make her proud of her only son
This a dream to make her
Proud of her only son
And I'm number one (Maybach Music)

Look at my Piguet, yo, it's about that time
Light sparkle off my jewelry
It's about that shine
Money bust out every pocket
It's about that grind i school them dudes
Especially when a nigga third eye blind
Can't give a fuck about what's
Yours, only concerned 'bout mine's, nigga
They steerin' like all of
This hypnosis it's heavy
If looks could kill
I'd probably die countless deaths already
Gillette razor-sharp shooter
Shootin' star like a comet
Swag gave birth to millions
Like Master Fard Muhammad, boss
Lookin' relaxed like I don't
Wanna be bothered
I thank God for the blessings of paths paved
As I journey through a jungle
Of lions so unscathed
Until I speak in tongues when
I visit my aunt's grave
And hustle like a genius with
Strength of a man's slave
It gets deeper while he's singing his praise
Walk with me now i bless the hood while I
Keep on bangin' 'em harder
Unconditional a love as a daughter's
Love for her father and dream
Flying through the clouds on the
Planes that I charter
And documentin' moments in time
Becomin' a martyr while I merge
The corporation's expandin' a
Little larger now
For the sole purpose, my people can all eat
Through the desperate folks occupying
Up Wall Street
But I'm torn while in the studio
Givin' you all heat
And their ignorance is bliss
Busy sayin' they born street
On their hands and knees just like
They walkin' on four feet
Damn, look what they really turnin' us into
A savage smellin' blood while
Malfunctionin' in the mental
With baggage through the mud that
They draggin' until they settle
I ration up success when I'm
Sniffin' a rose petal
If you violate the truth
Your body with feel the metal
Listen to these words with the
Power to fuel rockets
Just in the same time it's so
Perfect for me drop this
It's getting to the point where they
Beggin' the kid to stop it
It's hard to honor such requests
When you're bathin' in profit
Witness shit I said that's come to
Pass they calling my prophet, lord
Special how I touch the
People when I'm speakin'
So precious like a moment of
Watchin' a baby sleepin'
Infectious like opponents that's always
Catchin' a beatin'
From journeys that I travel and
Missions I be completin'
Put the mic down and leave it
With mama for safe keepin'

Ha ha haha, wow (Wow)
Let me hear that shit again, son

Take notes! Write it down, get a pad
Learn, motherfuckers, learn from a god emcee
Ain't too many left
That's right, there's only a few out there
Y'all motherfucker, everybody talkin' 'bout
Busta Rhymes bussa-Bust, a man you trust
In Bust we trust
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
The only nigga we trust is Bussa-Buss