Trojan Horse

[Intro: Roc Marciano] 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 [Verse 1: Roc Marciano] 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) [Chorus: Busta Rhymes and Roc Marciano] 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) [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] 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 [*Spanish words*] 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 [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] 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