Busta Rhymes Rock Cocaine Lyrics:
Check It, Listen I said how many hits does it take
to get, a hole in the center of your face with my
right hand bitch. A nigga ever cross the line ima
make you see my steal come out the back of your
head. When I present niggas say Beabaracas in the
place (yeah i said it) Kick a nigga playin soccer
witcha face, my nigga you playin with fire smashin
every Harry, Tom an Dick the rapper cut the peace
im very interested in conflict nigga. Copper watch
turn it up a notch purchase couple rocks shine to
much when you look away you see movin' color
blotches. Credentials is some legend shit you can
check it I command a certain level of respect my
nigga check my method. Jump back follow my
instructions while we pump crack reggeanomic track
see I officially run that, spit flow that will
spill like a funnel and pack clubs like traffic in
the battery tunnel. Listen, you fake niggas doin
scams I bein pullin spoof pop niggas like you,
make sure your feet is bullet proof. Coz im aiming
for you, don't peace pussy, don't push me
leaving u mushy smelling like ass and vagina
sumbadusi.. I think you arowack your shits a
darowak niggas always into getting there bone
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marrow cracked, crome barrow crack that's when
you niggas will start to sing a tune im killing
snitches and fuckin a lot of witched bring a
broom. But I aint really trustin none of these
hoes, especially if they aint cooking and cleaning
pressing my clothes, shit it ill bitch if u buggin
like all this shit is sweet see ima dog I piss by
hydrant and fuck em in the street. fuck a corp or
lay a bitch nigga on the concrete I got a fake day
posimate sending nigga the beat. So I cant
continue to beat you brutal and abusive like a
scavenger you watch me giving tha streets the
exclusives now. A lotta niggas need to stop
babbling a migrate street shit bitch I live the
rotten apple mind state I layed off the henny so I
can focus on u niggas treat you like jews and give
it to you kosher for my niggas. Shit historical
like mummy's in an open tomb salute the general
when I be stepping in an open room. mostly brag
and I be poppin shit and im ready and willing
cakin out and poppin on a nigga like a fucken
contract killing. Blackin out is exactly what I be
doin every day salute the general bitch and just
check my fuckin resume. Weed be all up in my lungs
when the crop harvest spaz out on a random nigga
like my name artesck. Watch alotta niggas
suffocating never breathin in and sentence a
couple niggas to they death like scott peterson
bitch just know that im a flipmode soldier and I
will damage anything I thought someone woulda told
ya!
Lyrics: Rock Cocaine, Busta Rhymes [end]