Hella Rhymes

[Instrumental]

[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 shit (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 shit again and make a black bitch (Cum on!)

Now you hear the shots ring off

From bitches 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'fucker

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'; niggas 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!"