Busta Rhymes — Lay Em To Rest

[Intro] Take ’em up, take ’em out, bring ’em out dead Shine ’em up, shine ’em up, shine a bald head One gun, two gun, three gun, four You’re mine, it’s all about secret especialist Yo! Somebody call the hospital now There will be a couple of EMS units needed Reek da Villian, French Montana, Uncle Murda, Busta Bus Somebody ass in trouble now (Automatic) [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Yes yes y'all (Yes y'all) You know you niggas fuckin with the best y'all (Best y'all) We comin for your motherfuckin chest y'all (Chest y'all) We 'bout to lay you niggas down to rest y'all (Rest y'all) Yes yes y'all (Yes y'all) Yes yes y'all (Yes y'all) You know you niggas fuckin with the best y'all (Best y'all) We comin for your motherfuckin chest y'all (Chest y'all) We 'bout to lay you niggas down to rest y'all (Rest y'all) Yes yes y'all (Yes y'all) [Verse 1: French Montana] Hey! Fresh up out the South Bronx nigga name Montana All black grey bands and the black Phantom Here is somethin that you can't understand, ain't nothin realer man I got a saudoff, knock your motherfuckin' door off Ain't nothin realer, press record off Me and Murda, Reek, Bus on track Call your favorite DJ tell 'em bring it back [Verse 2: Uncle Murda] (Yeah! Yeah!) This so Nineteen Nineties Before Diddy had niggas in suits that was shiney (Before Mase!) Man! This so gangsta and gutter If you beefin with a nigga you 'gon step to his mother (I'm just sayin miss) Huh! This so New York City Let's start the beef back up for them killin Biggie (We got you Frankie) Man this make you wanna go throw the Timb's on The beat's on, stomp a nigga to a M.O.P. song [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Yes yes y'all (Yes y'all) You know you niggas fuckin with the best y'all (Best y'all) We comin for your motherfuckin chest y'all (Chest y'all) We 'bout to lay you niggas down to rest y'all (Rest y'all) Yes yes y'all (Yes y'all) Yes yes y'all (Yes y'all) You know you niggas fuckin with the best y'all (Best y'all) We comin for your motherfuckin chest y'all (Chest y'all) We 'bout to lay you niggas down to rest y'all (Rest y'all) Yes yes y'all (Yes y'all) [Verse 3: Reek da Villian] Ayo I hate your fuckin' guts and I hope that you die! Smackin any nigga talkin shit about Allah Yeah! This that real rap BK to Bronx shit P90 rueger with the full extended long clip Bet a nigga let off any hammer that my palm rip Got the loud growin in my yard on some farm shit (On some farm shit) Try to front on Montana, Bus and Uncle Murda? Get your mother hogtied and your uncle murdered [Verse 4: Busta Rhymes] I don't give a fuck about shit put your guns up Make 'em blackout I'm fuckin the clubs up (Stick em up) You gettin robbed unless you put your drugs up Shots flyin sound like the DJ just turned your drums up (What's up!) Relax lil' nigga 'fore you get fucked up Or get your face swollen and unbelievably scuffed up You see I lock blocks and control avenues Spazzin on the theme music for the animals [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Yes yes y'all (Yes y'all) You know you niggas fuckin with the best y'all (Best y'all) We comin for your motherfuckin chest y'all (Chest y'all) We 'bout to lay you niggas down to rest y'all (Rest y'all) Yes yes y'all (Yes y'all) Yes yes y'all (Yes y'all) You know you niggas fuckin with the best y'all (Best y'all) We comin for your motherfuckin chest y'all (Chest y'all) We 'bout to lay you niggas down to rest y'all (Rest y'all) Yes yes y'all (Yes y'all)