Busta Rhymes — R.I.P

[Intro: Clinton Sparks] Get familiar I go by the name of Clinton Sparks You are now rockin’ with The New Crack City Street album My man Busta Rhymes Big Bang album In stores June 13th [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Look add the fire to it and carry out every action and marry my every passion with savvy I make it happen Gladly I rep for fashion, badly I itch for clappin’ Now pass me the clip or fraction for askin’ I flip the script when then blast you bitch you mashin’ Somethin’ I love to do to be honest it’s nothin’ to it Promise that I come through see regardless I gots to do it Comin’ to take it all and then back you against the wall and then smack you and make you fall Black is the way we ball Stack then I make a call and then purchase Carnеgie Hall I’m withdrawin’ and never stallin’ wе’re always prepared to brawl No matter how you try we ain’t goin’ nowhere you guys should just learn and accept the fact we back and we stayin’ (Surprise) It’s workin’ for years to build a thing sweatin’ with tears to feel a thing that I could offer others to recognise the realest thing I have ever given that’s how we gon’ keep on livin’ now so hold your head my niggas come down and we strip the prison [Chorus: Rick James, Notorious B.I.G, Busta Rhymes] Peaceful contentment Seemed to caress me, as I watched you sleep Muah, may you rest in peace Man we gon’ hang dry y’all bitch ass niggas, like we ain’t even got a dryer to dry the laundry We airs y’all niggas out, early, Labba [Verse 2: Labba] Guerrilla warfare, we got that dere Shottas, killers we got that dere Drug dealers, hoes we got that dere Nobody sleeps born to beef Brownsville niggas use the corners coke enough 90’s niggas we gon’ bust a shot Gangsters used to handle their differences We all want to go shoppin’ at pick and kid Now I’m in the room watchin’ Larry Davis I’m about to go and hit the pavement Pit time got me that spliff time Homie hit me on the phone, we gon’ fire on the streets niggas Fightin’ our soul make a hundred mil’ then I, turn off my phone Fuck them niggas I ain’t gonna die broke with a stem in my mouth Struggle for dope, shooks [Chorus: Rick James, Notorious B.I.G] Peaceful contentment Seemed to caress me, as I watched you sleep Muah, may you rest in peace