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Busta Rhymes, M.O.P. - Czar (Official Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes
Performer
M.O.P.
M.O.P.
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rockwilder
Rockwilder
Songwriter
T. Smith
T. Smith
Songwriter
J. Griniage
J. Griniage
Songwriter
E. Murray
E. Murray
Songwriter
D. Pittman
D. Pittman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rockwilder
Rockwilder
Producer
Delanie Leyden
Delanie Leyden
Assistant Engineer
Rick St. Hilaire
Rick St. Hilaire
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

There ain't no place in the world Where Busta Rhymes ain't the baddest motherfucker Do you understand? Do you understand who this man is? Do you understand how hard he brings it? (Hard he brings it) Nobody's followin' this motherfucker, nobody! Look, bitch, it's my city, you get smacked silly Thought it was yours, gimme Prepared to shut shit down, nigga, fuck with me Jail music for riots, gangstas buck fifty Fuck the place up 'til I turn a hundred and sixty Now I'm here to switch it up, motherfuckin' lift it up Get you niggas drunk 'til you lay in your bed and piss it up Now I'm back with the coke, it'll make you all sniff it up And skrrt, skrrt in the Wraith, watch me Tokyo Drift it up Take this loss, all day sauce (Take chains off (Uh), everything off (Uh)) Takе it all in her mouth and make the stray cough Cocainе boss, all day floss Foul niggas know we on the ground and we live it up And drown cases of Goose 'til I frown and we spit it up Got us running through it, got a hundred, stupid Now we 'bout to lose it, y'all don't wanna do it Watch the way we mix it up, hate the way we fix it up Anyway, shawty get on her knees and now she licks it up Red carpet swag on a nigga when they flick shit up Rich Porter prices on the coke, you see the bricks is up So far, shawties throw they bra And I need the lighter to light the perfect cigar Brand new jet (Jet), brand new car (Car) Leader of the new shit, brand new Czar (Czar) Light switch off (Oh), Cuban link cross (Oh) The shine bright up the evening, diamonds criss-cross (Oh) If you ain't out here to find it, time to get lost In case you niggas ain't know Bitch, I get busy Like a silverback grizzly, rolled up some more sticky Every hood to every block, brought them all with me So much smoke, they nicknamin' the flow chimney Bag full of franks, every federal know I'm crispy The great Bust' Rhymes, you're with a few dimes Just spoke your name up, you gon' live a long time So when we in this bitch, most you niggas get no shine Invalid niggas (Fuck 'em), stop beggin' for co-signs Now this be the douches to have 'em black and make 'em do Shit, bending they back up until it fuckin' break in two Better call a medic (Oh), you know my whole aesthetic (Oh) Energy kinetic (Oh), you better clear the exit (Oh) Light switch on (Oh), fuck shit up 'til everyone in this bitch gone (Oh) Launch grenade bombs (Oh) Spit that venom to break up your legs and both arms (Oh) Volcanic eruption, we tell 'em, "Remain calm" Heavy metal like Metallica, now witness the massacre Somebody should've told them niggas they shouldn't come after ya Feed the planet the cook up, international trafficker Now pull up with the sprinters 'cause all of my bitches passengers So far, shawties throw they bra And I need the lighter to light the perfect cigar Brand new jet (Jet), brand new car (Car) Leader of the new shit, brand new Czar (Czar) Light switch off (Oh), Cuban link cross (Oh) The shine bright up the evening, diamonds criss-cross (Oh) If you ain't out here to find it, time to get lost In case you niggas ain't know
Writer(s): Trevor Smith, Dana Stinson, Darryl Pittman, Eric Murry, Jamal Grinnage Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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