Busta Rhymes — New Crack City

[Intro: Busta Rhymes] Busta Rhymes bitch Boss bitch Get familiar bitch [Chorus: Busta Rhymes, Clinton Sparks] 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 fuckin' pair of clippers (clippers) (Clinton Sparks, Busta Rhymes) We come to eat your food if you niggas ain't rollin’ wit' 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 fuckin' pair of clippers (clippers) (Flipmode) We come to your the food if you niggas that ain't rollin’ wit' us [Verse: Busta Rhymes, Clinton Sparks] The way I murder shit and irritate and hurt your clique disintеgrate you faggots Wait [?] to make you participate you maggots Makе 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 talkin’ 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 [Interlude: Clinton Sparks] It’s the New Crack City street album Get fuckin' familiar Hey Bus’, let’s break this shit down for ‘em [Verse: Busta Rhymes, Clinton Sparks] 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 talkin’ 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