[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
What do you do?
When you see the 45 pointed right at you?
Be scared, and [?]
Just take off your jewls
What do you do?
When the 5th cocked back and start busting at you?
I see fear
And I
Make you run out of your shoes
What do you do?
When the bitch say that the child look like you?
I say it's not true
You lieing
Bitch, I wore a condem with you
What do you do?
When we stop getting money and eat your food?
Just be awhere
That there's nothing you can do

[Chorus: Chauncey “Black” Hannibal]
I'll rob ya people
Yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
I'll clap ya people
Yеah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yеah yeah yeah
And I'll keep moving
You better be [?]
[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
[?] killing shit in the passed
Tell me how these bullets feel, sizzling in your ass?
Now my gun barol ugly like Herman the Munster
Murk a n***a, leave they body by the side of the dumpster
Most of the time, a n***a stack and count my riches
See I don't fuck with none of you n***as, I fuck with bitches
Getting head from a [?] bitch, granting my wishes
Fucking around, til I feel like fucking my misses
Up inside of the [?]
Running right through them, and them bitches who clap a n***a for me, it's nothing to them
My [?] bitch don't waste no time and blast on a n***a
My [?] bitch [?] on a n***a
My [?] bitch pull out a Glock on a n***a
My [?] throw a hot pasta on a n***a
Fuck around, and I'ma send bitches to move on [?] n***a
But fuck around [?]

[Chorus: Chauncey “Black” Hannibal]
I'll rob ya people
Yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
I'll clap ya people
Yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
And I'll keep moving
You better be [?]