Busta Rhymes — What You Know About It

Nigga, you know who the f*ck we is? (The Conglomerate...) F*ck boy, I'm a money hoe I truck a wealthy nigga 'fore you ever see my money low Alfredo, I got fettuccini, they be rappin' Talkin' all that money they never seen Frontin' like you got bank roll Nigga, you don't make dough Birthday over, one slice left of cake, though They be on that funny shit, we be on that money shit Catch 'em drinkin', pull up on that bar, give you a 20 clip Rap life, trap life, black white, stash pipes Back streets maskin' up watchin' for the flashlights Your girl wanna suck me off, she ain't have to ask twice Big strong brother and I'm out like it's my last night Cocaine cowboy, long island D-Boy Blow is raw and that thing gleamin' like Leroy Black and yellow Smith & Wesson that's my bumble bee toy And they gon' reminisce over your ass, trouble T-Roy Yeah! Yeah! When I let that thing go The whole club sleepin' on the floor like it's hangover Monday is Juliette's, Tuesday is Green House Wednesday and butter, I'm a pull out all this green And let it go! What you know about it? Get green, whip clean, what you know about it? Put them, put them hands up if you know about it Don't never see a broke motherf*cker 'round me What you know about it? Get green, whip clean, what you know about it? Put them, put them, put them hands up if you know about it You ain't never seen a broke motherf*cker 'round me Mad machete, Busta Rhymes, you ain't ready, boy F*ckin' somethin' up when it's comin' to that fetti, boy Lil' lame niggas better get your parachute and jump Get up off my plane 'fore my niggas para-shoot-you-up Think I'm sayin' peace when I throw them f*ckin' deuces up? I'm only signalin' niggas to start hangin' them nooses up Somebody gonna die, break a branch just to beat you Go! Chop the body parts and let the pigs eat you Holes through every part of your body we can see through Continue blowin' the cannon, I wouldn't wanna be you I let it go like I'm sick and hear voices Spend money like a nigga copped a fleet of Rolls Royces Prepared to purchase everything while exploring the choices Then enjoy eatin' your food like I'm eatin' lobsters and oysters Time and time again I got 'em walkin' like a fiend walk I'm done speakin' to niggas, I'm a let the homie Doe talk Brought twenty thou out and I'm a blow it Your man pullin' fifteen hundred out just to show it If shorty ain't drinkin' hard liquor we'll Moet Then it's to the Tele suite afterward so she can hoe it She gon' swallow all of me, I'm a blow her brains out My kids need a place to live, her mouth like a safe house Loud pack of kush and that Goose got me spaced out Standin' on the sofa fadin', sweatin' all my waves out (faded) In my new Trews, slow bucks, long sleeve Lookin' like I need to be posin' under palm trees And I'm quick to let my four squirt Unemployed gangster nigga, you don't want no work We live by the hustler testament We cop a brick and take it to the floor like we wrestling Throw it in the pot with the fish and we stretchin' it Go and hug the corner like we sexin' it, f*ck boy Eighteen-wheeler jewelry game truck, boy She ain't drop, don't be a hater, let her cook, boy My chrome and black nina call her lady luck And any time you see her goin' down she gon' give it up Like, let it go! Let it go...