Followers

(album: New Crack City - 2006)

New Crack City nigga
More, exclusive Clinton Sparks shit, get familiar

Let the followers follow (Yeah)
Let the followers follow
Busta Rhymes (Ayo, in case you niggas ain't knowin')
Let the followers follow (I think this time around I'm gonna enjoy the pleasure of killing you niggas)
Let the followers follow
Busta Rhymes
Let the followers follow
Let the followers follow
Busta Rhymes
Let the followers follow (Yeah)
Let the followers follow (Flipmode bitch)
Busta Rhymes (Smash squad, Ayo)

Lace niggas up in the street
Then I drop another banger open your mind like intergalactic travellers
The intercontinental general
See every move that I made since the beginning is documented collectable
And rule with an iron fist, like my name was Genghis Kong
A Mao Tse-Tung of this whole rap shit
Then you know that if you fuck with the God
I put the fear in 'em and turn a nigga sickly and poison 'em like a lithium
And blow a nigga quick, exploding like I'm a glycerin
And take a nigga food could give a fuck who pot I'm pissing in
Some of [?] little bullets and sequels
So many hoes up in your face it's like I smacked you with' a glove full of needles
See how the streets immortalizing in my name
Before you faggots ever pop shit you niggas better step up your game
Realise I was so easy to do it
You shouldn't act so tough when niggas know where your fucking mother lives stupid
I'm forever in this bitch with the gat
And send ya to your grave with a horse brand the logo Flipmode on your back
You niggas pus' and you ain't want me to see it
Fucking around and acting like you tough say your shit and don't really mean it
I ain't hearing shit busting my burner one of the greatest corporate shifts of the year came from the birth of the merger
Aftermath, Flipmode faggot, give me the worder
So I can continue to bus' my cannon fuck what you hearder

Let the followers follow
Let the followers follow (Nah mean jus' for the record)
Busta Rhymes
Let the followers follow (We murder you niggas until we ready to hang up the championship belt)
Let the followers follow
Busta Rhymes (We run until we declare the finishing line, aight)
Let the followers follow (That shit [?] record)
Let the followers follow
Busta Rhymes
Let the followers follow
Let the followers follow
Busta Rhymes

Now that the Aftermath deal is done
Got a lotta niggas scared enquiring what's going on with son
My crimes is more organized now I kill niggas alphabetic
You dying so slow, every moment was photogenic
I'm a fan of your work, I'm kinda fond of you actors
You wanna say wassup, 'cause I'm God to most of you rappers
Launch a missile when I'm pushing a button and kill you music factory rappers
It's my pleasure I do it for nothing
I'm the beneficent, merciful and benelovent
Watch you struggle all on the street
'Cause none of you niggas is relevant
Niggas try to figure me out, don't even bother man
Got a mind of Aristotle and the thoughts of King Solomon
Shining brighter on niggas just like a fucking halogen
Spit clearer than water 'cause I'm lactose intolerant
Better hope your name ain't next on my shit list
Fuck around and agonize the pain roast your bitch pregnant with' triplets
Party hard like Mardi Gras in this motherfucker
Celebrate the birthday of the street now all my niggas bus' your gun what up
Situation we have 'em peep it
It's like we revealing a higher science the Vatican kept a secret
Fuck around I'll spit a dart that'll hurt you
Just in case you ain't knowing this shit it get deeper than truth commercials
Get one of my bitches to smuggle a bird
It's nothing that I'm scared of my promise now all these niggas marking my word (Yeah)

Let the followers follow
Let the followers follow
Busta Rhymes
Let the followers follow
Let the followers follow
Clinton Sparks
Let the followers follow
Let the followers follow
Busta Rhymes
Let the followers follow
Let the followers follow
Busta Rhymes
Let the followers follow
Let the followers follow
Busta Rhymes
Let the followers follow
Let the followers follow
Busta Rhymes
Let the followers follow