Killin' Em

Busta Rhymes

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    [Hook]
    You killin em baby (you know that baby)
    You killin em baby (you know that baby)
    You killin em baby (you know that baby)
    You killin em baby (you know that baby)
    You killin em baby (you know that baby)
    You killin em baby (you know that baby)
    You killin em baby (you know that baby)
    You killin em baby (you know that baby)

    [Busta Rhymes]
    It's getting warm in here; lemme roll my sleeves up
    You Fettuccine Alfredo niggas is gas
    I respect your effort, but I'm afraid your ass is trash
    Funny but I always seem to have the last laugh
    And bag a bitch with the potato bag ass
    Yesterday I was quiet and made the ass glad
    Today I dropped another heater and it made they ass mad
    Fuckers, we have got it in a bag and in the stash
    Then do the shit that make the bitches act bad
    See this moment is addictive motherf-cker
    How I kill shit, they say, "he a vindictive motherf-cker"
    I see the way niggers be hating when I get in the spot
    They bitches be hallucinating when I spit
    Ain't no replacement when I quit so sick
    Got them singing I'm amazing when I shit
    When they come and see the movie and they sit
    They would come to witness it, I was the greatest in the flick

    This movie has been brought to you by The Conglomerate
    Uncle L, talk to 'em!

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    [Hook]

    [LL Cool J]
    Ladies love me, I'm on my Breezy
    Uncle L, future of the funk
    Without my stamp on it, how this joint gonna bump?
    Let them taste the vintage, they want a free lunch
    I guess they don't know we playing ourselves, Trump
    Our nose in the air looking all stopped up
    This is the anti-hista-green for the broke pop slut
    You wanna impress me? Start manning up
    Say something that sound like you piss standing up
    You're lucky I made it out, the hood's bad enough
    Get you for your Gucci, leave your face tatted up
    Flash back the skunk, el producto blunt
    More green behind me, the fake gold fronts
    I ain't drop a verse in like 36 months
    All I see BS, y'all need to quick stunt
    Damn, right, like it's Midas when you touch
    Your career's like a hymen: once it's gone, you're f-cked

    [Hook]

    [Busta Rhymes]
    Now you know it's impossible to stop me now, right?
    You see I'm back to yoke up the game in a chokehold
    Put you to shame like the barrel was engraved in your nose hole
    You gonna bounce to the next groove: I'm back bitch
    Better get to rethinking your best move
    Money to get, beating the pavement, gotta go
    Where passports and visas and bitches waiting in Monaco
    As I return to handle my biz
    You know exactly what it is

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