[Intro: Busta Rhymes, samples]
"And now, for our feature presentation..."
Yeah!
See now... see now, I... I was reminiscing on some shit
"Let y'all niggas know, I am thee nicest... ever."
Yeah, just in case
You niggas wasn’t really understandin' what was going on
It's Busta Bust, nigga! Mick Boogie! Check it! Let’s go!
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes, samples]
Since I was a youngin', I would walk in the street
And I was takin' what was mine ("Commissioner!")
(C‘mon, c'mon!) When I was young, see, I was packing a punch
Little feisty muhfucker, quick for taking your lunch
None of my niggas rockin' with me would squeal
Everybody gettin' GOT!
As long as they ain't have no swine in they meal
Every day, I go to school and I be rollin' with all of my dogs
{*dog barks*} Like I was groaning, I was really impressin’ a broad
Every day, we were stepping to niggas – "Hey, yo, what’s up?"
Better run it or we're coming to dig up all in your pockets
Every now and then, they might throw a punch back
At the end of the day, they had to pay for they lunch back
Now, {*bark!*} you know, my bark was rude
After a while, I realized the kids at school was paying me for they food
(Okay, okay!) Must’ve been something, I saw cash flow
I ain't only lust for the cake, I fell in love with the dough
(Let's get this money!)
[Chorus]
("Oh... kisses sweeter than wine")
Now, I ain't never believed shit could be so sweet
("Oh... kisses sweeter than wine")
When niggas could get paper so easy
This motherfucker feels so good!
("Oh... kisses sweeter than wine")
Taking a little nigga’s lunch money and his lunch
And making him pay for his lunch to get his lunch back
("Oh... kisses sweeter than wine")
Yeah, that's how we got his lunch money, too
Yeah, that's how we on it
C'mon!
[Verse 2]
Got the chance to go and start to bubble some coke
And started taking what was mine (Alright, alright!)
Got a little older, married this thing called strugglin'
Hustling, trying to find bigger things to be bustin' in
Even though sometimes we fight and we tusslin'
We shorties, holdin' that paper, through the hustle and bustlin'
And I stand on the corner, smoke a blunt with my clique
My dog {*bark!*} Ever blessed me when he front me a brick
(You best believe that!)
As we get down and dirty with powder
(And cooked the coke) And flip a brick in 36 hours
(Now, what you say?!) We out of town and now we doin' it greasy
My money sick, unbelievably
And comin' in easy (Let's get this dough!)
The Reaganomics era was right, in actual
Shit, the coke was so good, the fiends was smoking the capsules
(That shit is bugged!)
Brick-flipping in a day and a half, blood
I never heard or seen no money sweeter than that
That shit was crazy!
[Chorus]
("Oh... kisses sweeter than wine")
Yeah! Money was rollin' in like a motherfuckin' floodgate was opening!
("Oh... kisses sweeter than wine")
Shit, the shit was so sweet, nigga
It was such a time for niggas
("Oh... kisses sweeter than wine")
You know what I mean, niggas would go out of town
And set up shop in a little crackhead crib and bubble!
("Oh... kisses sweeter than wine")
Yeah, you know, niggas would run up in the mall
And buy about 30 pairs of sneakers
Little niggas that was getting it!
[Verse 3]
Now that I'm a man blessed to see a lot of shit
You know, I'm taking what was mine (Fo' sho, fo' sho!)
Thinkin' big and now I'm trying to own land
Getting up now, I'm older, nigga – think as a grown man
Niggas is having seeds, gotta create a new whole plan
Tired, I went to hustle, holdin' crack in my cold hand
So then, I started to spit, hollerin', "Where my dogs is at?" {*bark!*}
Run up in labels, hollering, "Where your bosses at?"
So determined to get this new cake (Like, you ain't know)
To put some better food on my plate (So, what you'd do?!)
Spit the shit the streets'll love and respect
And in return, got corporate America cuttin' me checks
(It's only right!)
This was some new shit, for me to get loose to
Started feeling the love, different from what I was used to
(Na-na-na!) Fucking lots of hoes, getting a lot of the dough
Money bigger, plus we doin' award shows
Now, sing this shit!
[Chorus]
("Oh... kisses sweeter than wine")
Yeah, yo! You know, it's beautiful
("Oh... kisses sweeter than wine")
When you ain't – when you ain't gotta sell no more of that shit
You know, you can put the crack down and shit
("Oh... kisses sweeter than wine")
Money legal now, nigga got a little rap paper
Real successful now, nigga!
("Oh... kisses sweeter than wine")
Yeah! You know, we takin' care of the family
And it couldn't get more sweeter! C'mon!
[Outro]
Now that I'm a man, blessed to see a lot of shit
You know, I'm taking what was–
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