[Intro: DJ Kay Slay]
Ayo, it's DJ Kay Slay, the drama king
Big shouts to all the brothers doing they thing out there
But this joint is dedicated to brothers who get busy
[Verse 1: AZ]
Fuck it, free 'til I D-I-E
And I pray, "Place peace pon me," that's how I'm living
COVID killing niggas in prison, it's spreading fast
Court system's out of commission, they dead in mass
The wedding of the beast and the freak is at its peak
It reeks like a vaginal leak, half of you sleep
It's deep, seems like the grief won't cease
If your pain ain't felt the same, then don't speak
[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
When we hug these mics, we gеt busy
When we hug thesе mics, we get busy
When we hug these mics, we get busy
When we hug these mics, we get busy
[Verse 2: Papoose]
I'm a psychopathic biohazard type flow bastard
Write those classics, you write so average, I snipe your cabbage
Put the heater right to your face, ignite your your lashes
The burning bed, you sleeping on me, I light your mattress
You got insurance? It's expensive, go price your casket
Your lady is a widow like Kennedy's wife, Onassis
Inside those classes, I'm the teacher who writes no passes
Erase you, cremate you, then swipe your ashes
[Chorus: Ghostface Killah & Bun B]
When we hug these mics, we get busy
When we hug these mics, we get busy
When we hug these mics, we get busy
When we hug these mics, we get busy (Say)
[Verse 3: Bun B]
I'm in a truck and the engine is Hemi
I'm shooting bucks out a gauge, it's a semi
I'm letting off, you better duck 'cause I'm coming, so get me
Everything I fucking asked for is some more like I'm Demi
Couple racks in my dungarees
I'm your big fucking daddy, boy, you a son to me
You pull a move and I find out what you done to me
Then I'ma drop a bag on your head like you standing under me
[Chorus: Ghostface Killah & Benny The Butcher]
When we hug these mics, we get busy
When we hug these mics, we get busy
When we hug these mics, we get busy
When we hug these mics, we get busy (The Butcher coming, nigga)
[Verse 4: Benny The Butcher]
Can't forget the chicks that visited with balloons (Uh-huh)
On the dance floor, I turned a visitor to a mule, nigga
Racketeering shit when they mention us in the news (BSF)
Enough ice to drop the temperature in the room (I got that shit on me)
My niggas still there, me, left (I left)
All the D I stretch tryna get a sack like Leon Lett
She gotta fuck when she see my neck (When she see my neck)
King Kong shit, beat my chest, streets back, we got next, let's go
[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
When we hug these mics, we get busy
When we hug these mics, we get busy
When we hug these mics, we get busy
When we hug these mics, we get busy
[Verse 5: Trae The Truth]
All I do is keep a mask and a glove, before the COVID (Yeah)
Never see me uppin' the pole unless I blowed it (Yeah)
Yard's full of foreigns, I'm coppin' it if I rode it (Yeah)
When I'm done with that, get to flyin' or either boat it (Yeah)
I don't give a fuck, let 'em join, they been deported ('Ported)
Bunch of niggas out tryna copy us, they demoted ('Moted)
Tell them niggas hatin' it's personal if they showed it (Showed it)
Rap niggas, they full of shit like they was bloated
[Chorus: Ghostface Killah & Zone]
When we hug these mics, we get busy
When we hug these mics, we get busy
When we hug these mics, we get busy
When we hug these mics, we get busy (Ayy)
[Verse 6: Zone]
I been moving bags like a carousel, fillin' orders
Got my diamonds, water, I had to get my watch a snorkel
You try, then my warriors'll torch 'em
A stop sign crime scene, then Drake made his hotline bling, ugh
Big smoke like a blunt full of Moon Rock
Hanging out the moon roof, knock him out his tube socks
All he saw was gold fronts, bananas out the K stick
Salute the real, fuck the fake with a AIDS dick
[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
When we hug these mics, we get busy
When we hug these mics, we get busy
When we hug these mics, we get busy
When we hug these mics, we get busy
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