Whenever We Walk In

(álbum: New Crack City - 2006)

[Busta Rhymes:]
Now I'ma nail a coffin I'm tired of all you niggas
I fire upon you niggas with pliers to pull your fingers now die like you 'pose to nigga
Prior to roasting niggas I iron a toast a nigga
End up a missing person on flyers and posters (Bullets)
We frying up most your skin up and tying up both your limbs up
Higher than I can think of I carry you up the stairs 'cause
(I drop niggas off of roofs) trying to tear my strip up
And think foul 'cause I been around liars and lots of sinners
Think dying to rob your clique and go (Drink) on a lobster dinner with (Bitches)
That slob your dick a go (Slip) on a blouse that's thinner and (Set) motherfuckers up for me (Quick)
For the massive stick up that (Slip) out of town (Cop) a hundred (Brick) with a massive pick up (Shit)
If I'm not misaking now tell me why you hating
'Cause my bitch done set you up she look like she's annihilate
Then I'll Richard Pryor your face and pop burners bullets'll sing out
I'll hit you again at your funeral and watch the choir sing out

We really don't give a fuck and
We really will fuck you up and
As I begin I burn like vodka and gin
My .38 barrel spin like some three wheel rims
We be selling out the park nigga I want in
I'm VIP at any club that I walk in check it
You know the rules whenever I'm talking
I get my bitch to [?] put in the purse and walk in

[Spliff Starr:]
You can talk like you iller act like you killer
But you still mean nothing to me
And I'm a motherfucking G I put it work
Lock down the turf and have your block working for me
'Cause I'm a boss man travel across lands Japan
London, Miami I see that very wolf tan
Get on my grind still with money on my mind
Nigga we keep it moving get money all the time yes
Haters watch try to be like us
Staying mad 'cause they can't be like us fucker
They front then I buck 'em
Respect my G my nigga or end up in the Hudson
Spliff Steezy getting low down and greazy
Any bitch that left me nowadays she need me
Fucker, but I don't love these hoes
So I keep 'em in flavours like airwork and timbo

[Busta Rhymes:]
We really don't give a fuck and
We really will fuck you up and
As I begin I burn like vodka and gin
My .38 barrel spin like some three wheel rims
We be selling out the park nigga I want in
I'm VIP at any club that I walk in check it
You know the rules whenever I'm talking
I get my bitch to [?] put in the purse and walk in