New Crack City lyrics

[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Busta Rhymes b*tch
Boss b*tch
Get familiar b*tch

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes, Clinton Sparks]
From the New Crack City (City)
I got it for you n*ggas (n*ggas) b*tches (b*tches) hoes (Hoes) (New Crack City) crackheads (Crackheads) strippers (Strippers)
I chop you n*ggas sh*t just like a f*ckin' pair of clippers (clippers)
(Clinton Sparks, Busta Rhymes)
We come to eat your food if you n*ggas ain't rollin’ wit' us (Get familiar)
From the New Crack City (City)
I got it for you n*ggas (n*ggas) b*tches (b*tches) hoes (Hoes) (Mixunit.com) crackheads (Crackheads) strippers (Strippers)
I chop you n*ggas sh*t just like a f*ckin' pair of clippers (clippers) (Flipmode)
We come to your the food if you n*ggas that ain't rollin’ wit' us

[Verse: Busta Rhymes, Clinton Sparks]
The way I murder sh*t and irritate and hurt your clique disintеgrate you faggots
Wait [?] to make you participate you maggots
Makе you close your shop and switch your gate control your block and strip your cape
From your hustle I make you have to go and try to situate
Use my muscle now see we straight abbreviate my words whenever I’m talkin’ should never say too much when I communicate
When we awake I regulate and mediate the cream you make
When we up on the strip ultimate hustler (Hold on) the spot it great you see the hate

[Interlude: Clinton Sparks]
It’s the New Crack City street album
Get f*ckin' familiar
Hey Bus’, let’s break this sh*t down for ‘em
[Verse: Busta Rhymes, Clinton Sparks]
The way I murder sh*t and irritate and hurt your clique disintegrate you faggots
Wait [?] to make you participate you maggots
Make you close your shop and switch your gate control your block and strip your cape
From your hustle I make you have to go and try to situate
Use my muscle now see we straight abbreviate my words whenever I’m talkin’ should never say too much when I communicate
When we awake I regulate and mediate the cream you make
When we up on the strip ultimate hustler (Clinton Sparks) the spot it great
You see the hate when I puncture your abdominal area
See the mistake that you made was to think I done [?]
We still gon’ find your b*tch ass, piece of cake need to me to break it
Down for n*ggas like y’all when you leave the state you should know we keep a low jack on you bast*rds with the key to bake and cook ‘em for the fiends who come in they ass ‘cause can they get a taste [?] and I run all the coke right through the hood really, feel me?
I’m purest form of the crack and they call me New Crack City