Busta Rhymes — Modern Day Gangsters

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.] Yeah, ninety-six, for my Nostrand Ave niggas My Fulton Street niggas (Hardcore for ninety-six) Dangerous MC's Uhh (Check it out), uhh [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G] Diamonds on my neck, chrome drop-top Chillin' on the scene, smokin' pounds of green Ooh-wee, you see, the ugliest Money-hungriest, Brooklyn Loch-Ness Nine millimeter cock test, wan fi' test? And the winner is, not that thinner kid Bandanas, tattoos, my fist never bruise Land still cruise, Frank White paid his dues Ask who's the raw, bet they say "Poppa, very" Look forward to me like commissary All of a sudden, now everybody Big Willie Done did it, comе with it, get your head splitted Or gеt your neck slitted, admit it, you overdid it Your shit it just ain't got that loud Gold tooth shine like "ta-dow" Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow By now you figure, he talkin 'bout that nigga But your weak-ass assumptions, lead lead to dumpin' IV to pumpin', you're feeling something Catch my drift or catch my four-fifth lift At least six inches, above project fences Turn meat to minces, jumps turn to flinches When I rain I drenches, cleared your park benches Missed you by pinches, your talk is senseless Actor needs chiropractor, for cracked jaw Yes I rocked, your chatterbox Dangerous you're not, I gets down Twist your body round and round, upside down [Chorus: Roc Marciano] Is the love really there? (Is it?) Do a thug shed the same tear? (Never know) Throw your ice in the the air, we here And we all gon' ball 'til the courts up here Don't give a fuck what them niggas think we toting in here (Come on) Is the love really there? (Is it?) Do a thug shed the same tear? (Never know) Throw your ice in the the air, we here And we all gon' ball 'til the courts up here Don't give a fuck what them niggas think we toting in here [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] Uh, smoke a little then we cut coke a little And we skim a little off of the top Taking you back when niggas use to snort coke And toast through the hood and cry up to Be the richest folk to float through the hood Niggas doin' real good, it was evident in the testament Was coke flow was good when Ronald Reagan was president The say no to drugs slogan growing greatly irrelevant Niggas gettin caught with bricks but still reaching the settlement Niggas a get a one to three and come home in twelve months Run up and take a niggas shit and eave 'em with twelve lumps I've never been so willin' to put the thoughts of mo killin' Into manufacturing a flow so bone chillin' Icy with a pistol, nigga Shit glitter like ballroom chandelier, crystal, nigga Stack money as we live life simple In the corner of the club sippin' on a Harvey's Bristol, nigga C'mon, modern day gangsta shit And die slow as we give you niggas cancer shit, c'mon [Chorus: Roc Marciano] Is the love really there? (Is it?) Do a thug shed the same tear? (Never know) Throw your ice in the the air, we here And we all gon' ball 'til the courts up here Don't give a fuck what them niggas think we toting in here (Come on) Is the love really there? (Is it?) Do a thug shed the same tear? (Never know) Throw your ice in the the air, we here And we all gon' ball 'til the courts up here Don't give a fuck what them niggas think we toting in here [Verse 3: Labba] What you know about a nigga murder, I got no chemical Than courts in Miami water got shit federal Time for that ass, I rather go to Little Haiti Buy some bricks and then stash it Head back north, cross 8 line to become the boss Enforce the Laws, ******* You want some motherfuckin' wholesale, keep it steppin' No discount, player, no fuckin' credit No shorts, I came to govern the laws (damn) And you paying the price so you dying by the sword You had a devil smokin with them rebels We kill for money and power Extortionin' my own hood and that shit's power A black man crime call 'em a coward A black man with knowledge we kill 'em tomorrow Its sickenin', that's how our people live We disrespect our elders and curse our Church Members