Busta Rhymes - New Crack City lyrics
[Busta Rhymes - New Crack City lyrics]
Busta Rhymes bitch boss bitch
Get familiar bitch
From the New Crack City (City)
I got it for you niggas
(Niggas) bitches (Bitches) hoes (Hoes
New Crack City) crackheads
(Crackheads) strippers (Strippers)
I chop you niggas shit just like
A fuckin' pair of clippers (clippers)
(Clinton Sparks, Busta Rhymes)
We come to eat your food if
You niggas ain't rollin’ wit' us
(Get familiar)
From the New Crack City (City)
I got it for you niggas
(Niggas) bitches (Bitches) hoes (Hoes
Mixunitcom) crackheads
(Crackheads) strippers (Strippers)
I chop you niggas shit just like
A fuckin' pair of clippers
(clippers, Flipmode)
We come to your the food if you
Niggas that ain't rollin’ wit' us
The way I murder shit and irritate and
Hurt your clique disintеgrate you faggots
Wait to make you participate you maggots
Makе you close your shop and switch your gate
Control your block and strip your cape
From your hustle I make you have
To go and try to situate
Use my muscle now see we
Straight abbreviate my words whenever
I’m talkin’ should never say too
Much when I communicate
When we awake I regulate and
Mediate the cream you make
When we up on the strip ultimate hustler
(Hold on) the spot it great you see the hate
It’s the New Crack City street album
Get fuckin' familiar
Hey Bus’, let’s break this shit down for ‘em
The way I murder shit and irritate and
Hurt your clique disintegrate you faggots
Wait to make you participate you maggots
Make you close your shop and switch your gate
Control your block and strip your cape
From your hustle I make you have
To go and try to situate
Use my muscle now see we
Straight abbreviate my words whenever
I’m talkin’ should never say too
Much when I communicate
When we awake I regulate and
Mediate the cream you make
When we up on the strip ultimate hustler
(Clinton Sparks) the spot it great
You see the hate when I
Puncture your abdominal area
See the mistake that you made
Was to think I done
We still gon’ find your bitch ass
Piece of cake need to me to break it
Down for niggas like y’all when you leave
The state you should know we keep
A low jack on you bastards with
The key to bake and cook
‘em for the fiends who come in they
Ass ‘cause can they get a
Taste and I run all the coke
Right through the hood really, feel me?
I’m purest form of the crack and
They call me New Crack City
Get familiar bitch
From the New Crack City (City)
I got it for you niggas
(Niggas) bitches (Bitches) hoes (Hoes
New Crack City) crackheads
(Crackheads) strippers (Strippers)
I chop you niggas shit just like
A fuckin' pair of clippers (clippers)
(Clinton Sparks, Busta Rhymes)
We come to eat your food if
You niggas ain't rollin’ wit' us
(Get familiar)
From the New Crack City (City)
I got it for you niggas
(Niggas) bitches (Bitches) hoes (Hoes
Mixunitcom) crackheads
(Crackheads) strippers (Strippers)
I chop you niggas shit just like
A fuckin' pair of clippers
(clippers, Flipmode)
We come to your the food if you
Niggas that ain't rollin’ wit' us
The way I murder shit and irritate and
Hurt your clique disintеgrate you faggots
Wait to make you participate you maggots
Makе you close your shop and switch your gate
Control your block and strip your cape
From your hustle I make you have
To go and try to situate
Use my muscle now see we
Straight abbreviate my words whenever
I’m talkin’ should never say too
Much when I communicate
When we awake I regulate and
Mediate the cream you make
When we up on the strip ultimate hustler
(Hold on) the spot it great you see the hate
It’s the New Crack City street album
Get fuckin' familiar
Hey Bus’, let’s break this shit down for ‘em
The way I murder shit and irritate and
Hurt your clique disintegrate you faggots
Wait to make you participate you maggots
Make you close your shop and switch your gate
Control your block and strip your cape
From your hustle I make you have
To go and try to situate
Use my muscle now see we
Straight abbreviate my words whenever
I’m talkin’ should never say too
Much when I communicate
When we awake I regulate and
Mediate the cream you make
When we up on the strip ultimate hustler
(Clinton Sparks) the spot it great
You see the hate when I
Puncture your abdominal area
See the mistake that you made
Was to think I done
We still gon’ find your bitch ass
Piece of cake need to me to break it
Down for niggas like y’all when you leave
The state you should know we keep
A low jack on you bastards with
The key to bake and cook
‘em for the fiends who come in they
Ass ‘cause can they get a
Taste and I run all the coke
Right through the hood really, feel me?
I’m purest form of the crack and
They call me New Crack City