Busta Rhymes, DMX - Otis Freestyle lyrics

I’m taking the mic, fuck who’s next!
2 niggas repping the R, X & X
My nigga, there are no raps shit
My nigga clap shit that quick
Yeah, we on that shit

About to roundhouse kick you
Motherfuckers face off
My voice so big you can
Turn the fuckin base off
Wanted for lots of murders lately -
Cops surround the place off
I’m busting DMX up in this bitch
You better take off

Went away for a while jail, prison
Getting down for real, fuck it - living!
Don’t worry about what condition I’m in
Cats can't survive half the places I’ve been

And while a lot of motherfuckers
Sit and watch the throne killer
We in the booth barking dog, welcome home
We spazzing in this bitch
While we keeping the crowd hyped
Remind em like what this
Shit's supposed to sound like
Dogg, I pulled up in front
Of the jail to picked you up
Convoy of whips with about 30
Bitches in the trunk come on!

They saying locked down is easy
But a nigga like me is greasy
Population or PC, Check my file nigga
See what I’m on
Feeding with that thing, then I’m gone

Most you niggas talk too much
Putting police on ‘em
Bunch of blabbermouth-ass niggas:
Jackie Gleason i dig my foot in your face
Putting my cleats on
You niggas steady watching me
Putting the streets on

You need to think cause I got
On chain that something changed?
Bitch, I am the streets what's my name
I’ve been trying to stay sucker free
But look where the suckers be
Lit the fire under me
Can’t a motherfucker breathe

I know you baggage claim rapper
Niggas just carry my luggage
And I take great pleasure whenever
It’s time to punish incinerate a rhyme
Let me throw their ass in the rubbish
I don’t give fuck what they think
You niggas know that I run this
You niggas can see just what it
Is and how I’m on it
How I fuck your money up
And be the foulest nigga

Fall back cause of all
That noise you're making
Only lets me know you boys is faking
Let me know that everything
You got is mine for the takin
Before I leave you dead and stinkin
Look here, I don’t play games
I don’t say names
Jump through with the guns out spraying lames
I don’t take aim, hit the whole crowd
My shit loud!

Ya’ll niggas know my MO, I kill you
Little boy
Heatseeker missle whistle seek and destroy
You ain't ready for the standoff
And while a dog shooting
I’m chopping a nigga's hand off
Funny little nigga, see the way I treat him
Talk shit when I whoop niggas
Than I beat them
And if you run around, I woop your ass cookoo
Don't talk back when your
Father's talking to you
These corny niggas is wavin
Surrender flag banners
Taking no prisoners, pussy
I’m teaching your ass manners
Fuck your ass up bad, more bangers
And air them out to dry
Like we left them on clothes hangers
I’m sickly as hell, eat your body up: cancer
Who's the nicest in the spot?
Ya’ll already knowing the answer
Then I listen to niggas talk
And they fill me up with laughter
These niggas say they're "thug"
But be lookin' more like a dancer
There's something that you niggas
Need to know, it's so important
That I ain't the one to fuck with homey
I’m tired of talking!