There ain't no place in the world where Busta Rhymes ain't the baddest motherfucker, you understand?
Do you understand who this man is?
Do you understand how hard he brings it?
Nobody's badder in this motherfucker, nobody!

Look, bitch it's my city, you get smacked silly
Thought it was y'alls, gimmie!
We 'bout to shut shit down, nigga fuck with me
Jail music for riots, gas 'em up 50
Fuck the place up 'til I turn 160
Now I'm here to switch it up, motherfucker lift it up
Get you niggas drunk 'til you lay in your bead and piss it up
Now I'm back with the coke, it'll make you all sniff it up
And skrrt, skrrt in the wraith, watch me Tokyo Drift it up
Take this loss, all day sauce (take chains off, everything off)
Take it all and I'm out ferment a straight cough
Cocaine boss, all day floss
Found niggas, now we on the ground and we live it up
And drown cases of goose 'til we frown and we spit it up
Got us running through it, got a hundred stupid
Now we 'bout to lose it, y'all ain't wanna do it
Watch the way we make shit up, hit the way we fix it up
Anyway shawty get on her knees and now she licks it up
Red carpet swag on a nigga when they flick shit up
Which part of prices on the coke, you see the bricks is up

So far shorties throw they bra
And I need a lighter to light the perfect cigar
Brand new jacket, brand new car
Leader of the new shit, brand new Czar

Light switch off, Cuban link cross
Shine bright on the evening, diamonds criss-cross
If you ain't out here to find it, time to get lost
In case you niggas ain't know

Bitch I get busy
Like a silverback grizzly, roll up some more sticky
Every hood to every block, brought them home with me
So much snort they nickname me the flow Jimmy
Bags full of Franks, every federal known crispy
The great Bust' Rhymes, you with a few dimes
Just spoke your name up, you gon' live a long time
So when we in this bitch most you niggas get no shine
Invalid niggas (fuck 'em!) stop begging for co-signs
Now this be the douches to have them black and make them do
Shit, bending their back up until they fucking breaking too
Better call a medic, you know my whole aesthetic
Energy kinetic, you better clear the exit
Light switch on, fuck shit up 'til everyone in this bitch gone
Lost grenade bomb, spit that venom to break your legs up and both arms
Volcanic eruption, we tell 'em remain calm
Heavy metal like Metallica, now witness the massacre
Somebody should've told them niggas that they shouldn't come after ya'
Feed the planet to cook up, international trafficker
Now pull up with the sprinters 'cause all of my bitches passengers

So far shorties throw they bra
And I need a lighter to light the perfect cigar
Brand new jacket, brand new car
Leader of the new shit, brand new Czar

Light switch off, Cuban link cross
Shine bright on the evening, diamonds criss-cross
If you ain't out here to find it, time to get lost
In case you niggas ain't know

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Spirit Music Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Eric Murray, Jamal Grinnage, Trevor George Smith Jr.