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Busta Rhymes

"Look Who"

[Intro]
I'm tired of tellin' these n*ggas I'm comin'
Busta Rhymes b*tch, Flipmode b*tch

[Verse 1]
[Check it] Some n*gga sniped on my roof at buildings, it's silly
So many big guns when they pull out a dock in a city
She don't wanna f*ck around, it don't make sense tryin'
It's like fightin' someone who believes there's rewards in dyin'
n*gga look like he a little can't front like he hard
Actin' tough like he Lil Ze from City of God
n*gga front, I'll let the bullets stray and split up your arm
With so many shots that'll follow, sh*t could ruin a farm
When i see the police come I stash my own gat
Before i have to do it, you should trash your own rap
Hang 'em til' they're drip dry, harness 'em up
And let they b*tches give me di*k jobs 'n polish me up
Why act tough? you don't have the ability, son
I take your shine like a b*tch i took virginity from
You da type that regularly deal with supidity, done
That make me grab utility belt for utility gun

[Chrous]
*Look who's got you goin' crazy again*
Bus-a-Bus, Flipmode/Aftermath b*tch
*Look who's got you goin' crazy again*
*'Bout to show these knuckleheads how to do this here*
*Look who's got you goin' crazy again*
Aftermath/Flipmode faggot, you know how we do
*Look who's got you goin crazy again*
My n*ggas be happy with guns, they be poppin' at random
*You know how we do*

[Verse 2; Repeat Intro x3]
I'ma mash on n*ggas til they sick of me, run
I'ma mash on n*ggas til they sick of me, run
I'ma mash on n*ggas til they sick of me, run
When it come to reppin' tha block I'm the epitome *Rewind*
Come and see the way n*ggas conspire, try to get rid of me from
Up outta the game, can't be serious, you kiddin' me, won
Die slow and ask your man [ah sh*t, look what he did to me sonny]
It wasn't meant, but you shoulda never said sh*t to me, money
Once the homocide detective get to chalkin' around
And leave the witnesses f*cked up or shot talkin' about it

[Chrous]
*Look who's got you goin' crazy again*
Bus-a-Bus, Flipmode/Aftermath b*tch
*Look who's got you goin crazy again*
*Bout to show these knuckleheads how to do this here*
*Look who's got you goin' crazy again*
Aftermath/Flipmode faggot, you know how we do
*Look who's got you goin crazy again*
My n*ggas be happy with guns, they be poppin' at random
*Look who's got you goin crazy again*
Aftermath/Flipmode faggot, you know how we do
*Look who's got you goin crazy again*
My n*ggas be happy with guns, they be poppin' at random

*Rewind*
[Verse 1]
[Check it] Some n*gga sniped on my roof at buildings, it's silly
So many big guns when they pull out a dock in a city
She don't wanna f*ck around, it don't make sense tryin'
It's like fightin' someone who believeS there's rewards in dyin'
n*gga look like he a little, can't front like he hard
Actin' tough like he Lil Ze from City of God
n*gga front, I'll let the bullets stray and split up your arm
With so many shots that'll follow, sh*t could ruin a farm
When i see the police come I stash my own gat
Before i have to do it, you should trash your own rap
Hang 'em til' they're drip dry, harness 'em up
And let they b*tches give me di*k jobs 'n polish me up
Why act tough? you don't have the ability, son
I take your shine like a b*tch i took virginity from
You da type that regularly deal with supidity, done
That make me grab utility belt for utility gun

*Chorus fades out*

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