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Busta Rhymes

"Psychos"

Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G
When I get dusted, I like to spread the blood like mustard
Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves you rusted
Move over Lucifer, I'm more ruthless, huh
Leave your toothless, you'll kibbitz, I'll flip it
Tears don't affect me, I hit 'em with the tech G
Disrespect me - my potency is deadly
I'm shootin babies, no ifs ands or maybes
Hit mummy in the tummy if the hooker plays a dummy
Slit the wrist of little sis
After she sucked the di*k, I stabbed her brother with the icepick
Because he wanted me to f*ck him from the back
But Smalls don't get down like that

Verse 2: 2pac
(Turn the f*cking lights out!)
Sick, Thicker than most of these tricks
I got my mind on makin money but you stuck on these fake b*tches
I stay blunted, And never fronted and I doubt if I do
Cause if I do, Then I get beat up by my f*ckin crew
A real n*gga, Since you figure that you ready to box
You catchin knots from my n*gga Freddie Foxxx
And I, You really don't want none from Pac
Cause I'll be strapped wit a Glock
And throw thangs like I'm born to box
I'll hit this motherf*ckin gin then I'll be all in
Hell yeah, Young n*ggas straight ballin
And everybody wants to see if I'm a g weighin 185
And I'm high 'til I f*ckin die

Refrain:

OHH! I had you yellin out when I backed a 30/30 Rifle
OHH! Too late for n*ggas to get religious and start readin they Bible
OHH! See you can yell like other n*ggas, your pickin a dirty psycho
OHH! See you should make peace instead of makin me become a psycho

Verse 3: 2pac
Walkin thru tha cemetary, talkin to my homies that was buried
Say my enemies wanna see me dead I ain't worried, forgive me
Please give me shelter calm my fears
Lifted my head from my hand that'll ball me tears
I see bodies gettin splashed with acid
2 shots ring from the plasted guy wrapped in plastic
Bury tha bast*rd, time to notify
His family...shiet..
Ain't nothin left to be identify
Evacuate the crime scene fast, why?
I heard the feds have a warrent fo my ass, fly
I won't touch down till I see tijauna
Setup a shop sellin them crooked cops marijuana
Label me a success,i made tha switch, retired from the life that neva gave me sh*t
But cash that I couldn't spend, countless cars and adict fo a wife, tmy life as a ghetto star

Refrain:

OHH! I had you yellin out when I backed a 30/30 Rifle
OHH! Too late for n*ggas to get religious and start readin they Bible
OHH! See you can yell like other n*ggas, your pickin a dirty psycho
OHH! See you should make peace instead of makin me become a psycho

Verse 4: 2pac
Just holla my name
And witness game official
n*ggas is so shame
They stare stiff like scared b*tches
While I remain inside a paradox
Gone my block
Though gun shots is promised to me when will I stop
I hit the weed
And hope to god I can fly high
Witness my enemies
Die when I ride by
They shouldn'ta tried me
Send they bodies to they parents up north
With they faces they wrists and they nuts cut off
f*ck em all what I scream as I dream in tons
f*ck a trick, get me rich n the b*tches'll come
Bust ma gun make em all scatta
Bullets to my nuts only made my balls fatta
Eat her dead bee-yatch..mercy neva that

Verse 5: The Notorious B.I.G
When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths
Just in case dread wanna riff
He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very
Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried
That's a real n*gga for ya
Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer
Spit at the D.A. cause f*ck what she say
She don't give a f*ck about your ass anyway

OHH! I had you yellin out when I backed a 30/30 Rifle
OHH! Too late for n*ggas to get religious and start readin they Bible
OHH! See you can yell like other n*ggas, your pickin a dirty psycho
OHH! See you should make peace instead of makin me become a psycho

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