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Yea, yea, shit sound like
One, two O'clock in the mornin' with the moon out
Niggaz in trucks creepin'
With a fresh box of ecstasy for these bitches

Yea, team select, please collect, G's
Thieves nigga the trees to the smoke fest
Wanna take a
Yes, the newest I'm in
I'm Smithsonian nigga, fuck it call me Napoleon
Wave the torch, cut the head off the
The terminology I'm in 'cause a frenzy up in Ireland
Hit ya, I'm get ya
And drop the bomb scripture at your
Yo, map shit out, blast through the
With a wife on, bushes below, a new pair of sneakers
Street niggaz hang on the sidewalk, where I learned my fly talk
strut and how to sky walk
Moderatin' how we establish the conglomerate
The way we honor it, you'll never it
See how we wreck, has a global effect, on even people
and restless down to the old and feeble
Peep them, Czechoslovakian to Yugoslavian
Be all into my bounce so don't be botherin',
So now you should feel the whole bounce
Put one in your stomach leave you in a fetalish crouch,
My is spectacular
Strategic plans'll have you lookin' wacker a postal office massacre
Is that so? Make moves like a fatso
Bounce in a Astro after my gat blow

Aiyyo, get up, get up, get
Roll up, light up, and that 'dro
Bitch shake yo' hips and bounce real
Niggaz rep yo' hood, I'm that
All my if you with me
Yea, I see you,
All my bitches, if with me
Yea, I see you,

Yea, my whole entire mind deeper
Than astronomy and mathematics Galileo
Smash you niggaz mashed potato
Back niggaz used to rock Ballys and Clarks
I used to watch, little shouldn't hustle nickel crack in the park
spray the brighter flame in the dark
Blood spill on the street, that's how niggaz be leavin they mark
Fuckin' with who love Bailey's
Monopolize and quickly get other fuckin' with Israelis
So how we be symbolic to a handful of niggaz
That be all schemin' on the same
Them type niggaz be conspirin' and kidnappin'
Shit happens, gun clap for you in a gift
You should follow how the style up
Like a group of religious niggaz schemin' to kill they
You big pussy actin' all hard
Call me Atheist, I don't believe in you, God
like a grand feast celebratin' the bounce of the century
I tote the recipe for any type of discrepancy
Busta Rhymes the great renaissance and architect
Like how a Filippo Brunelleschi portrait is so to get
We got the obscure shit for the
Nevertheless, we split your head and chest, now rock to the beat
Yo, we got the obscure shit for the
Nevertheless, we split your head and chest, now rock to the beat

Aiyyo, get up, get up, get
Roll up, up, and smoke that 'dro
Bitch yo' hips and bounce real slow
rep yo' hood, I'm with that
All my niggaz if you me
Yea, I see you,
All my bitches, if you're me
Yea, I see you,

Holla at me now,
Yea, Busta Rhymes, cookin' up a little stew chicken
Dr. Dre niggaz, yea