Oh shit, here we go
Oh shit, here we go
Oh shit, here we go
Oh shit, here we go
Oh shit, here we go
Oh shit, here we go
Oh shit, here we go
Oh shit, here we go
Oh shit, here we go

Busta Rhymez up in the place true indeed
yes I catch wreck and that's word on my seed
I guarantee to give you what you need
One blood everybody like Junior Reid
Wake up every morning yo I must up seed
Nationwide darkhorse make the world stampede
Yo really let me roll some weed
mad charged nigga now I must proceed
Yo we 'bout to make you set speed
Peace to Baby Phife, Q-Tip, Ali Shaheed
Watch me knock you out like Apollo Creed
Body blow bustin' your shit making you bleed
Just feed off dynamic flows an take heed
Need more information homeboy then just read
Ay-Ya!! you can read all about the pure breed
Do the bogle dance I'll do the pepperseed

Hey, hey, hey, hey
Uh!
Uh!
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Uh!
Whoa-ha, whoa-ha
I got you all in check

Naa, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-naa

I need somebody to help me say it one time

Whoa-ha, whoa-ha
I got you all in check

Naa, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-naa

Uh!
Whoa-ha, whoa-ha
I got you all in check

Drop an gimme 50, drop an gimme 50
Open up the trunk, o-open up the trunk
Drop an gimme 50, drop an gimme 50
Open up the trunk, o-open up the trunk
Drop an gimme 50, drop an gimme 50
Drop an gimme 50, girl, drop an gimme 50
Low End Theory tape, bass, bass crazy kicking
Open up the trunk, o-open up the trunk

Lookin' for a smile like mine, you can't find it
Lookin' for a smile like mine, you've been blinded
Lookin' for a smile like mine, you can't find it
Lookin' for a smile like mine, you've been blinded

Open up your morning light
And say a little prayer for I
You know that if we are to stay alive
And see the peace in every eye

I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Stayin' alive was no jive on second hands
Moms bounced on old men
So then we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot
And let's start it like this son, rollin wit this one
And that one, pullin out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen who was a fiend
Started smokin woolies at 16
And running up and gates, and doing hits for high stakes
Makin' my way on fire escapes
No question I would speed, for cracks and weed
The combination made my eyes bleed
No question I would flow off and try to get the dough all
Stickin' up white boys on ball courts

Forever, forever, forever-ever, forever-ever!

You went to school to learn, girl
Things you never, never knew before
Like I before e except after c
And why 2 plus 2 makes four
Now now now, Im gonna teach you
All about love, dear
Sit yourself down, take a seat
All you gotta do is reapeat after me

Come on, come one, come on
Let me show you what its all about!
Come on, come one, come on
Let me show you what its all about!
Come on, come one, come on
Let me show you what its all about!
Come on, come one, come on
Let me show you what its all about!


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