New Crack City

(album: New Crack City - 2006)

Busta Rhymes bitch
Boss bitch
Get familiar bitch

From the New Crack City (City)
I got it for you niggas (Niggas) bitches (Bitches) hoes (Hoes) (New Crack City) crackheads (Crackheads) strippers (Strippers)
I chop you niggas shit just like a fucking pair of clippers (clippers)
(Clinton Sparks, Busta Rhymes)
We come to eat your food if you niggas ain't rolling with' us (Get familiar)
From the New Crack City (City)
I got it for you niggas (Niggas) bitches (Bitches) hoes (Hoes) (Mixunit.com) crackheads (Crackheads) strippers (Strippers)
I chop you niggas shit just like a fucking pair of clippers (clippers) (Flipmode)
We come to your the food if you niggas that ain't rolling with' us

The way I murder shit and irritate and hurt your clique disintegrate you faggots
Wait [?] to make you participate you maggots
Make you close your shop and switch your gate control your block and strip your cape
From your hustle I make you have to go and try to situate
Use my muscle now see we straight abbreviate my words whenever I'm talking should never say too much when I communicate
When we awake I regulate and mediate the cream you make
When we up on the strip ultimate hustler (Hold on) the spot it great you see the hate

It's the New Crack City street album
Get fucking familiar
Hey Bus', let's break this shit down for 'em

The way I murder shit and irritate and hurt your clique disintegrate you faggots
Wait [?] to make you participate you maggots
Make you close your shop and switch your gate control your block and strip your cape
From your hustle I make you have to go and try to situate
Use my muscle now see we straight abbreviate my words whenever I'm talking should never say too much when I communicate
When we awake I regulate and mediate the cream you make
When we up on the strip ultimate hustler (Clinton Sparks) the spot it great
You see the hate when I puncture your abdominal area
See the mistake that you made was to think I done [?]
We still gon' find your bitch ass, piece of cake need to me to break it
Down for niggas like y'all when you leave the state you should know we keep a low jack on you bastards with the key to bake and cook 'em for the fiends who come in they ass 'cause can they get a taste [?] and I run all the coke right through the hood really, feel me?
I'm purest form of the crack and they call me New Crack City