Roc Marciano, Busta Rhymes - Trojan Horse lyrics

Uh, uh yo, yo Jazz
Tell niggas over in mu'fuckin’ Rum
Haven cut the mu'fuckin' check (uh)
Stop playin’ wit' me, hah
Oh, most definitely
Ya'll already know what the
Fuck this shit is, nigga
It's a hostile takeover, nigga, ya dig?
Marc, baby the best in the business
Yeah, you feel me? Mm, come on

Yo, we America's most wanted
The forty colt stay close by the stomach
The block a 100, I'm a product of it
The tri-color Vacheron was flooded
It suffered
The face look flustered, it's blushin'
Well, somethin’ buxom jumped in the tux, and
The guts colored Robitussin
The gun come with elephant tusks
Where you clutch it
The gator luggage got tough skin
You gotta love it, come and rub it
If it ain’t come from us
Throw it in the rubbish (trash it)
Cut the top off the Rolls, it's uncovered
I feel exposed
I’m reluctant to even let the sun in
My necklace, son
It look like an electric current
If you touch it, you can feel it buzzin'
Almost like it's plugged in (bzz, bzz)
That's that talk that core niggas pick up on
(uhh) it’s like a whistle
Only meant for dogs to hear the calls
This was written with Liquid Swords
By the mixing board, the plot thickens
I dipped my fingers in the sauce (uh)
Licked it off like a bulldog
Front the liquor store
(boot, boot, boot, boot)
Shots ricocheted off the Benz's
Door like a pinball
I'm goin', alls you heard was the engine roar
(ooh) champagne on the plane
I'm chippin' away at a brick
Of yay until it's flakes
My bitch from Gates, sniffin' big eight
Diamond cuts on a nigga figure eight
Let's get this shit straight, these hitters
Ain't no strippers in this cake (uh)

Look, Trojan horse look nigga, Trojan horse
All you wild bitches out there, Trojan horse
(bomb) get off my dick, no (hah)
Get on my dick, Trojan horse
Fuck is wrong with you? Trojan horse (uh)
Donkey, Trojan horse (facts)
Saddle up, bitch
Ride this, ride this, ride this (yo)

Look, and while I'm out here
Tryin' to chop niggas, grab me the axe
(ha) you walk a thin line like a high wire
Balancin' act (ooh)
Fabric sick like I got fitted
For the Met Gala
Keep it frozen like I'm taking
Regular trips to Alaska (shit)
Roll up weed in mango leaf
Or the skin of banana so much charisma
Shit devolve into extravaganzas
Get your cameras out before the
Farrakhan'll get the answers (ah)
To find solutions instead of shootin'
Niggas to kill the cancer (bahm)
You spendin' bread on stripper dancers
When I sip my Fanta (bah)
Buck 50 in your face
Try stop the bleeding with a Pamper (bahm)
Music for lowlife niggas while
Salutin' the booster (hooh)
To heirs, imperial majesty
Now call me Mansa Musa (ha ha)
Lounge on my don shit while
I'm smokin' avocado hookah (inhale)
Adhere to Colorado, fuck followin' Kama Sutra

They better greet me from the
Coconut when I touch Panama (perico)
Gimme that fucked-up bag today, you better
Playin' 'em all (ha ha)
Sangria sippin', bitches sniffin' in Zanzibar
Bars is potent
Super-monster diesel on the powerlift
Like when we locked the worker in the
Gate while taking a twelve hour shift
(ha ha ha) this sour gift why niggas frown
Like they got sour lips
Pound your bitch so there
Ain't nothin' left but
Her pussy smell on the ground to sniff
(wang) look (wang) , not a guitar riff
Don't piss me off and make a nigga
Mad and have to call up Spliff

Look, Trojan horse look nigga, Trojan horse
All you wild bitches out there, Trojan horse
Get off my dick, no
Get on my dick, Trojan horse
Fuck is wrong with you? Trojan horse
Donkey, Trojan horse saddle up, bitch
Ride this, ride this, yo