salute da gods!!
Singer:busta rhymes
they're the ones we've all
they're the ones we've all
we comin through real hard
niggaz raisin they right hand
like a burnin sensation of henny on the first sip
hot shit my nigga; let me spit a verse quick
until my niggaz hurt shit
and plot elaborate schemes for monies niggaz worship
beautiful like the pleasure of when i burst my first clip
at a nigga who sold me a brick that wasn't worth shit
with my bitches who take packages under they armpit
we remain the +imperial+ live niggaz
who consistantly blackout and rep for them wild niggaz
and rep for every thug capital
niggaz seein shit on slant
plant beatings on niggaz and celebrate a war chant
diabolic how we manifest raw logic
we bring niggaz the raw project
hold fort and represent as the grand wizard
street chronicle illustrate the bakin of a bad blizzard
with live niggaz who murder sloppier
than all of the trenchcoat mafia yo
cause when you hear the sweet music playin
it's like theme music for murder scenes
like the colorado slayin - cause i don't give a fuck
speedin like we racin on the aqueduct
my bitch'll take a little hit
fake niggaz could be the best actors
my bullets whiz so fast you feel the windshield factors
in the wrong place you get your wig peeled backwards
get an ounce of the 'dro and steam a pack of blackwoods
they're the ones we've all
to just share that shit that i'm feelin!)