gonna get it [busta rhymes] Yo, I'm a get it and give it to all y'all Hopin' you niggas is ready for another free fall Overall niggas need to get up
译文: Missy Elliott的. 取得联系（技艺Busta押韵）.
gonna get it [busta rhymes] Yo, I’m a get it and give it to all y’all Hopin’ you niggas is ready for another free fall Overall niggas need to get up
chokin' on the rhyme Like a hooker, suckin' a dick for the first time His, rhyme was hollow with no flow to follow (Follow) Bust a nut, all in your mouth
got an itch It's time for your mind Here I go with my rhyme I'm gonna get him from the front You can get him from behind Sen Dog gonna be real Puttin
the beat And get risen up you're knocked down get back and get it up Get off of queer street and get with us And get clear where we did it From the heart
I bust you up and then I blast you with my Bop Gun A million times rhyme risin' to the prime While another nigga's cuts get bucks, like it's a dope rhyme
the door, "Who is it?" It's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya And what's up with the niggers in the parking lot? She said, "Fuck 'em," 'cause they get
the distance in the rap out Chorus Swinging back, get you dome cracked in combat Full contact on impact when p react Keep it cool at all times, bust rhyme Get
the haze, while all of em givin me brains One at a time, y'all start from the front of the line everybody wanna contact me and get wit me but still end
scene decides that, Trademarc Designed raps through divine contact The synapse to climb a syntax [unverified], define clever We find Trademarc's photo id below the letters Your rhymes
ma type to crush contenders with pure chewing satisfaction Pervade your ultraharmonic with the back of your whole mediocre faction Sonic boom head zoom contact
them niggas stay frontin Tryin' to hollywoodize the realness But ain't sayin nothin [Raekwon] Yo, bagel material, contact Merial kid She sling cell weight, bust
cats a rah rah All my flipmode in the backseats with the chrome nods I'm here to bust mine nigga frat child, let his brain fry Pretty boy sliced up philly contact
become chicks, word life I ain't bullshittin', ask my nigga Buff On the streets he was tough locked up he was sweet stuff Shit is hot, word to Ma Duke And get
Run the line Run the line Heaven forbid, I rip kids, get they face blown Bring 'em in packs, and I could rip 'em by the caseload Ready explode on contact
protection Ain't nothing complex about the way I cock my biscuit I set and threat it, bust that tech son, it's not explicit Exquisite, in divine rhymes
come to get down, it's time to get down I think you chicken bust a cap I'm the one mixed with duggery and Master P-ugh Mystikal and Busta Rhymes Ohh
