Busta Rhymes, Spliff Star - Whenever We Walk In lyrics

Now I’ma nail a coffin I’m
Tired of all you niggas
I fire upon you niggas with
Pliers to pull your
Fingers now die like you ‘pose to nigga
Prior to roastin’ niggas I iron
A toast a nigga
End up a missin’ person on flyers and posters
(Bullets) we fryin’ up most your skin up and
Tyin’ up both your limbs up
Higher than I can think of I
Carry you up the stairs ‘cause
(I drop niggas off of roofs) tryin’
To tear my strip up
And think foul ‘cause I been around
Liars and lots of sinners
Think dyin’ to rob your clique and go
(Drink) on a lobster dinner with (Bitches)
That slob your dick a go
(Slip) on a blouse that’s thinner and
(Set) motherfuckers up for me (Quick)
For the massive stick up that
(Slip) out of town (Cop) a hundred (Brick)
With a massive pick up (Shit)
If I’m not misakin’ now tell
Me why you hatin’
‘cause my bitch done set you up
She look like she’s annihilate
Then I’ll Richard Pryor your facе and
Pop burners bullets’ll sing out
I’ll hit you again at your funeral
And watch thе choir sing out

We really don’t give a fuck and
We really will fuck you up and
As I begin I burn like vodka and gin
My 38 barrel spin like some three wheel rims
We be sellin’ out the park nigga I want in
I’m VIP at any club that I walk in check it
You know the rules whenever I’m talkin’
I get my bitch to put in
The purse and walk in

You can talk like you iller
Act like you killer
But you still mean nothin’ to me
And I’m a motherfuckin' G I put it work
Lock down the turf and have
Your block workin’ for me
‘cause I‘m a boss man
Travel across lands Japan
London, Miami I see that very wolf tan
Get on my grind still with money on my mind
Nigga we keep it movin’ get
Money all the time yes
Haters watch try to be like us
Stayin’ mad ‘cause they can’t
Be like us fucker they front then I buck ‘em
Respect my G my nigga or end up in the Hudson
Spliff Steezy gettin’ low down and greazy
Any bitch that left me nowadays she need me
Fucker, but I don’t love these hoes
So I keep ‘em in flavours
Like airwork and timbo

We really don’t give a fuck and
We really will fuck you up and
As I begin I burn like vodka and gin
My 38 barrel spin like some three wheel rims
We be sellin’ out the park nigga I want in
I’m VIP at any club that I walk in check it
You know the rules whenever I’m talkin’
I get my bitch to put in
The purse and walk in