Busta Rhymes - Other Side of the Road lyrics

Yeh yeh more shit come on
Yeh yeh it's so serious yeh miss jill
Busta bus down summit
Come on, co, come on co co come on
Come on now come on come on huh
Yeh yeh what you want let me talk to
Yall for a minute

Come on, come on, here we go now come on
Yeh yeh yeh yeh come on huh, come on
Yeh yeh come on yeh here we go now
Here we go now

The day came my mother couldn't believe
How the streets mis guided her son
You know my mother never knew this
Other side of her son
At 13 i got a gold chain
With my name on a charm
A little hair on my penis and under my arm
My mother let start to hang in the street


Hanging on the corner with
Niggas tell of bullets
You bang in the street
A young busta rhymes the mighty infamous
As a young one i
Was misbehaving and mischievous
A little knuckle head quick to go
And call for my niggas
When we was broke i stole from
The corner store with my niggas
On the block late night making noise
With the yelling and shit
Drug smuggling and selling the shit
As a shorty steaming the L half a
Nickle bag left on my palm
I never use to wanna listen to moms
Everyday i link with my niggas
And try to roll on
As little niggas living fast
Stuggling to hold on

Busy trying to get to the
Other side of the room
Struggling dealing with that bullshit living
Hard dragging your toes
Busy trying to get to the
Other side of the room
Struggling, dealing with that bullshit living
Hard dragging your toes
Brown bag? don't do that shit
Everything you do theres conquences to it
If you jump inside but i don't give you
Find that it might just shorten your life
Brown bag don't be no fool
Everything thats bright ain't always cool
Seems all attention but god has blessed ya
Blessed of you

You see we was little niggas
Speeding and walking around to fast
A little buster tell me i
Was living life to fast
A couple years flew past your know
I thought they would last
A couple OGs slipped and fell
Flat on they ass
Old timer i ain't fucking with
Your old ass plan
Im getting money young thinking like
A grown ass man
Im saying a little ignorant plus i
Would make it a hobby
Whether i was hustling or
I was robbing somebody
Gun bucking them probably
It was be such a shame and be fronted
Then leave them laying out on
The floor of the lobby
Good lease made me on the
Floor with my niggas
But it was nothin cause i been
Through this before with my niggas fuck it
I brush it like nothing to stop the shit
Little niggas wilding and trying
To pop this shit come on
Everyday i link with my niggas
And try to roll on
As little niggas coming fast
Struggling to hold on

Busy trying to get to the
Other side of the room
Struggling dealing with that bullshit living
Hard dragging your toes
Busy trying to get to the
Other side of the room
Struggling, dealing with that bullshit living
Hard dragging your toes

Yo all of my little niggas hustling and
Running wild in the street
Hope you find your way out the game
Before you die in the street
Before your family has to visit you dead
Every now and then listen to the little
Voice in the back of your head
Ya niggas need to never settle for less
And strieve to better yourself love your
Life and always treasure yourself
So now that when you go and link with
Your niggas and try to roll on
Your moveless niggas living right
Definatly holding on

Busy trying to get to the
Other side of the room
Struggling dealing with that bullshit living
Hard dragging your toes
Busy trying to get to the
Other side of the room
Struggling, dealing with that bullshit living
Hard dragging your toes