Hella Rhymes lyrics

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[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes (Sampled)]
Back with the most venomous rap
It be the Godfather of the club banger let me hear you clap
You can applause and from the very beginnin'
You can give me a standin' ovation
While I bang your face in
With another banger, I call it a cliffhanger
Watch me mangle and strangle this whole rap sh*t (Come on!)
You can see the way I make 'em mad sick
From down bottom, the way I got 'em; give me my cash quick (Come on!)
Lock on; you better grab onto somethin'
Because I'm 'bout to shake sh*t again and make a black b*tch (c*m on!)
Now you hear the shots ring off
From b*tches takin' everything off—each other
Got 'em wildin', runnin' for cover
The King Kong-Big Foot-gully-with-a-skully bully of rap
Still-ugly-with-the-money runnin' the trap
Now they givin' me dap, as far as I'm concerned in this mu'f*cker
Look how I got 'em, now they ready to snap

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes (Sampled)]
Now you see the alcohol spillin'
And we got 'em hands in the ceilin'
You know we only come to rattle the bulidin'
And break it on down just a little, once again
Knowin' we holdin' the bank so let me keep the dice rollin'
And keep it traditional the way I keep my money fallin'
While you're slackin' on your MAC-in', Duke, we always keep it goin'
Right to the left, do it to death, now watch me
Come through with a chisel that make the game sizzle, and I—
Pull out the skillet, prepare for the cookin'
How I'm wildin'; n*ggas wonder when I'm gonna bring the hook in
Thug's ice grill in every time they get to lookin'
Got 'em wildin' overseas all the way back to "Go Brooklyn!"