Address Me as Mr.
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Ayo Kayslay, Papoose (huh)
I feel final to cook some shit in the kitchen with ya'll niggas
Let's go
Busa Bus and Papoose will come and really hurt this
And fuck you niggas up, see none of you niggas serve a purpose
I hook on niggas like Kareem and jail em like Julius Erving
See these niggas powerless like how I'm re-emerging
So deserving of the title, crown, or whatever you call it
And though you niggas was havin fun, you see I come to spoil it
Treatin niggas like the shit they are and flush 'em down the toilet
Bitch see you can't avoid it, see I'm advising you to forfeit
Gotta come up off it, homie what you doin ain't that important
See we don't need what you got plus the street don't want it
Yo Pap don't give these niggas death but slap 'em across they face
With some more venomous rap, despite the strap is upon my waist
When we in the place, I know you know how we do this nigga
And if you think you newer muthafucka, I'm the newest nigga
With the newest money, with the newest album, the newest label
The newest cars, cribs, rope, chains, used to call 'em cables
New commercial landscaping got me the newest stable of bitches
They're thoroughbreds, I'm meticulous and very anal
About how I'mma strike and attack you niggas 'cause I'm able
And give it to you niggas black and white like I'm interracial
And continue to keep it lyrical just to make 'em hate you
Sometimes niggas make me cynical 'til I come and stick you
Stick a pitch fork in 'em, watch while I come and take 'em up
To another level, if you sleep, we come to wake 'em up
See we might give you a blister when we give you the heat
Better address me as Mr. you see me in the street
Mr. Papoose, Mr. Busa Bus, this is grown man shit
We spank niggas like we bored with it
The hood they always talk with it (you hear 'em talkin about us?)
'Cause we the top rank, flawless in our weight class
You niggas don't really want problems, see every time we come with it
Shit is obvious, you muthafuckas straight ass
Papoose, you can call me Mr. Clientele
My mixtapes make more sales than Nextel
I ain't hard to find, they know where I dwell, hell
Never been a chubby nigga, I'm skinny like twelve 12s
You had that cocaine so long it smells stale
I make hella sales, my cane gold like LL
Rip the Smith & Wesson with quick aggression
And get the reppin, rip the nigga's neck in
Bang his head in and cave his chest in less than sixty seconds
Spit the weapon through his intestines
Hit the exit, can't get arrested, my record is pig infested
Got sick obsessions for walking in niggas sessions
I make endless efforts to disrespect 'em with different gestures
My wisdom threatens these wicked peasants, what's his intentions
He said he was laying in the cut, but the shit's infected
I got this perfected, I am the shepherd, so spin the record
I'm representin' for this profession I resurrected
I'm giving blessings within the lessons
This is the essence of my lyrics, brethren. Busta Rhymes is a living legend
I don't know what you actin' like you heartless for
When you know you a target like the department store
'Cause Justo gave me the crown, and ya'll knew it
My song's ruthless, your bars truthless, it's all foolish
Fill you with embalming fluid, this is ex-con music
I'm like the Van Wyck, I'll show you how a con do it
See we might give you a blister when we give you the heat
Better address me as Mr. you see me in the street
Mr. Papoose, Mr. Busa Bus, this is grown man shit
We spank niggas like we bored with it
The hood they always talk with it (you hear 'em talkin about us?)
'Cause we the top rank, flawless in our weight class
You niggas don't really want problems, see every time we come with it
Shit is obvious, you muthafuckas straight ass
Hol' up, Hol' up, Hol' up
You know we gotta do a remix, right?
Raekwon the chef, Let's go
Blood on the Chef's hatchet, I'm here for the action
Kill a hundred niggas with aspirins and piss in they caskets
45s rip through your glasses, all mines, Mr. Gymnastics
Gimme more time, or visit the blasters
'Cause I'm starving, hungry but classy, I'm dead up your lassie
'Cause it's nothing, press a few buttons, these cities diasasters
And yo, anthrax 'em and axe 'em with cyanide acid
Choke em out, left in the cold, escape through Lake Placid
Stop fronting, know you a pastor, you know I'm a master
I'm like six sixes in traffic, you niggas is taxis
Hardbodies come through jurassics
It's all about Mossberg, Rugers, loadin' 'em ratchets and blow 'em like napkins
Cus I'm elevated at the top of my flowest power
The M.O. stay young, fly, and rich as the raw child
With transaction, gram action, niggas on the stove maxin'
Throw a thousand birds off the road, while my soldiers catch it
Playin all the lobbies, the 'gattis, the red Maseratis
My colleagues will blow something, show you Karate
We know the code, Pyrex and parties, the live section
Keep him on his toes, take off them chromes and pass them to mamis
Cus federados watchin us Ghandis it's everybody's laundry they huntin' for
We could get more if we fuckin' prolly
We hang niggas, bang pistols, take a piece of your finger
The same whistle, you better respect it 'cause my name sizzle
I feel final to cook some shit in the kitchen with ya'll niggas
Let's go
Busa Bus and Papoose will come and really hurt this
And fuck you niggas up, see none of you niggas serve a purpose
I hook on niggas like Kareem and jail em like Julius Erving
See these niggas powerless like how I'm re-emerging
So deserving of the title, crown, or whatever you call it
And though you niggas was havin fun, you see I come to spoil it
Treatin niggas like the shit they are and flush 'em down the toilet
Bitch see you can't avoid it, see I'm advising you to forfeit
Gotta come up off it, homie what you doin ain't that important
See we don't need what you got plus the street don't want it
Yo Pap don't give these niggas death but slap 'em across they face
With some more venomous rap, despite the strap is upon my waist
When we in the place, I know you know how we do this nigga
And if you think you newer muthafucka, I'm the newest nigga
With the newest money, with the newest album, the newest label
The newest cars, cribs, rope, chains, used to call 'em cables
New commercial landscaping got me the newest stable of bitches
They're thoroughbreds, I'm meticulous and very anal
About how I'mma strike and attack you niggas 'cause I'm able
And give it to you niggas black and white like I'm interracial
And continue to keep it lyrical just to make 'em hate you
Sometimes niggas make me cynical 'til I come and stick you
Stick a pitch fork in 'em, watch while I come and take 'em up
To another level, if you sleep, we come to wake 'em up
See we might give you a blister when we give you the heat
Better address me as Mr. you see me in the street
Mr. Papoose, Mr. Busa Bus, this is grown man shit
We spank niggas like we bored with it
The hood they always talk with it (you hear 'em talkin about us?)
'Cause we the top rank, flawless in our weight class
You niggas don't really want problems, see every time we come with it
Shit is obvious, you muthafuckas straight ass
Papoose, you can call me Mr. Clientele
My mixtapes make more sales than Nextel
I ain't hard to find, they know where I dwell, hell
Never been a chubby nigga, I'm skinny like twelve 12s
You had that cocaine so long it smells stale
I make hella sales, my cane gold like LL
Rip the Smith & Wesson with quick aggression
And get the reppin, rip the nigga's neck in
Bang his head in and cave his chest in less than sixty seconds
Spit the weapon through his intestines
Hit the exit, can't get arrested, my record is pig infested
Got sick obsessions for walking in niggas sessions
I make endless efforts to disrespect 'em with different gestures
My wisdom threatens these wicked peasants, what's his intentions
He said he was laying in the cut, but the shit's infected
I got this perfected, I am the shepherd, so spin the record
I'm representin' for this profession I resurrected
I'm giving blessings within the lessons
This is the essence of my lyrics, brethren. Busta Rhymes is a living legend
I don't know what you actin' like you heartless for
When you know you a target like the department store
'Cause Justo gave me the crown, and ya'll knew it
My song's ruthless, your bars truthless, it's all foolish
Fill you with embalming fluid, this is ex-con music
I'm like the Van Wyck, I'll show you how a con do it
See we might give you a blister when we give you the heat
Better address me as Mr. you see me in the street
Mr. Papoose, Mr. Busa Bus, this is grown man shit
We spank niggas like we bored with it
The hood they always talk with it (you hear 'em talkin about us?)
'Cause we the top rank, flawless in our weight class
You niggas don't really want problems, see every time we come with it
Shit is obvious, you muthafuckas straight ass
Hol' up, Hol' up, Hol' up
You know we gotta do a remix, right?
Raekwon the chef, Let's go
Blood on the Chef's hatchet, I'm here for the action
Kill a hundred niggas with aspirins and piss in they caskets
45s rip through your glasses, all mines, Mr. Gymnastics
Gimme more time, or visit the blasters
'Cause I'm starving, hungry but classy, I'm dead up your lassie
'Cause it's nothing, press a few buttons, these cities diasasters
And yo, anthrax 'em and axe 'em with cyanide acid
Choke em out, left in the cold, escape through Lake Placid
Stop fronting, know you a pastor, you know I'm a master
I'm like six sixes in traffic, you niggas is taxis
Hardbodies come through jurassics
It's all about Mossberg, Rugers, loadin' 'em ratchets and blow 'em like napkins
Cus I'm elevated at the top of my flowest power
The M.O. stay young, fly, and rich as the raw child
With transaction, gram action, niggas on the stove maxin'
Throw a thousand birds off the road, while my soldiers catch it
Playin all the lobbies, the 'gattis, the red Maseratis
My colleagues will blow something, show you Karate
We know the code, Pyrex and parties, the live section
Keep him on his toes, take off them chromes and pass them to mamis
Cus federados watchin us Ghandis it's everybody's laundry they huntin' for
We could get more if we fuckin' prolly
We hang niggas, bang pistols, take a piece of your finger
The same whistle, you better respect it 'cause my name sizzle
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.91] Ayo Kayslay, Papoose (huh)
[00:03.08] I feel final to cook some shit in the kitchen with ya'll niggas
[00:05.53] Let's go
[00:06.12]
[00:06.13] Busa Bus and Papoose will come and really hurt this
[00:08.40] And fuck you niggas up, see none of you niggas serve a purpose
[00:11.38] I hook on niggas like Kareem and jail em like Julius Erving
[00:14.44] See these niggas powerless like how I'm re-emerging
[00:17.11] So deserving of the title, crown, or whatever you call it
[00:19.78] And though you niggas was havin fun, you see I come to spoil it
[00:22.69] Treatin niggas like the shit they are and flush 'em down the toilet
[00:25.52] Bitch see you can't avoid it, see I'm advising you to forfeit
[00:28.66] Gotta come up off it, homie what you doin ain't that important
[00:31.78] See we don't need what you got plus the street don't want it
[00:33.92] Yo Pap don't give these niggas death but slap 'em across they face
[00:36.68] With some more venomous rap, despite the strap is upon my waist
[00:39.62] When we in the place, I know you know how we do this nigga
[00:42.23] And if you think you newer muthafucka, I'm the newest nigga
[00:45.08] With the newest money, with the newest album, the newest label
[00:47.91] The newest cars, cribs, rope, chains, used to call 'em cables
[00:50.94] New commercial landscaping got me the newest stable of bitches
[00:54.04] They're thoroughbreds, I'm meticulous and very anal
[00:56.55] About how I'mma strike and attack you niggas 'cause I'm able
[00:59.39] And give it to you niggas black and white like I'm interracial
[01:02.22] And continue to keep it lyrical just to make 'em hate you
[01:05.01] Sometimes niggas make me cynical 'til I come and stick you
[01:07.79] Stick a pitch fork in 'em, watch while I come and take 'em up
[01:10.50] To another level, if you sleep, we come to wake 'em up
[01:13.34]
[01:13.65] See we might give you a blister when we give you the heat
[01:16.23] Better address me as Mr. you see me in the street
[01:19.10] Mr. Papoose, Mr. Busa Bus, this is grown man shit
[01:22.62] We spank niggas like we bored with it
[01:24.55] The hood they always talk with it (you hear 'em talkin about us?)
[01:27.75] 'Cause we the top rank, flawless in our weight class
[01:30.45] You niggas don't really want problems, see every time we come with it
[01:33.47] Shit is obvious, you muthafuckas straight ass
[01:35.97]
[01:36.28] Papoose, you can call me Mr. Clientele
[01:38.63] My mixtapes make more sales than Nextel
[01:41.36] I ain't hard to find, they know where I dwell, hell
[01:44.30] Never been a chubby nigga, I'm skinny like twelve 12s
[01:47.08] You had that cocaine so long it smells stale
[01:49.99] I make hella sales, my cane gold like LL
[01:52.74] Rip the Smith & Wesson with quick aggression
[01:54.57] And get the reppin, rip the nigga's neck in
[01:56.52] Bang his head in and cave his chest in less than sixty seconds
[01:59.30] Spit the weapon through his intestines
[02:00.96] Hit the exit, can't get arrested, my record is pig infested
[02:04.10] Got sick obsessions for walking in niggas sessions
[02:06.77] I make endless efforts to disrespect 'em with different gestures
[02:09.67] My wisdom threatens these wicked peasants, what's his intentions
[02:12.43] He said he was laying in the cut, but the shit's infected
[02:15.26] I got this perfected, I am the shepherd, so spin the record
[02:18.13] I'm representin' for this profession I resurrected
[02:20.91] I'm giving blessings within the lessons
[02:22.65] This is the essence of my lyrics, brethren. Busta Rhymes is a living legend
[02:26.65] I don't know what you actin' like you heartless for
[02:29.09] When you know you a target like the department store
[02:32.03] 'Cause Justo gave me the crown, and ya'll knew it
[02:34.96] My song's ruthless, your bars truthless, it's all foolish
[02:37.74] Fill you with embalming fluid, this is ex-con music
[02:40.62] I'm like the Van Wyck, I'll show you how a con do it
[02:43.74]
[02:43.85] See we might give you a blister when we give you the heat
[02:46.32] Better address me as Mr. you see me in the street
[02:49.38] Mr. Papoose, Mr. Busa Bus, this is grown man shit
[02:52.91] We spank niggas like we bored with it
[02:54.75] The hood they always talk with it (you hear 'em talkin about us?)
[02:58.02] 'Cause we the top rank, flawless in our weight class
[03:00.63] You niggas don't really want problems, see every time we come with it
[03:03.56] Shit is obvious, you muthafuckas straight ass
[03:06.21]
[03:06.40] Hol' up, Hol' up, Hol' up
[03:07.66] You know we gotta do a remix, right?
[03:09.43] Raekwon the chef, Let's go
[03:11.41]
[03:11.48] Blood on the Chef's hatchet, I'm here for the action
[03:14.12] Kill a hundred niggas with aspirins and piss in they caskets
[03:17.17] 45s rip through your glasses, all mines, Mr. Gymnastics
[03:20.46] Gimme more time, or visit the blasters
[03:22.65] 'Cause I'm starving, hungry but classy, I'm dead up your lassie
[03:25.46] 'Cause it's nothing, press a few buttons, these cities diasasters
[03:28.38] And yo, anthrax 'em and axe 'em with cyanide acid
[03:31.16] Choke em out, left in the cold, escape through Lake Placid
[03:33.97] Stop fronting, know you a pastor, you know I'm a master
[03:36.63] I'm like six sixes in traffic, you niggas is taxis
[03:39.54] Hardbodies come through jurassics
[03:41.45] It's all about Mossberg, Rugers, loadin' 'em ratchets and blow 'em like napkins
[03:45.22] Cus I'm elevated at the top of my flowest power
[03:48.18] The M.O. stay young, fly, and rich as the raw child
[03:50.97] With transaction, gram action, niggas on the stove maxin'
[03:53.92] Throw a thousand birds off the road, while my soldiers catch it
[03:56.77] Playin all the lobbies, the 'gattis, the red Maseratis
[03:59.64] My colleagues will blow something, show you Karate
[04:01.91] We know the code, Pyrex and parties, the live section
[04:04.59] Keep him on his toes, take off them chromes and pass them to mamis
[04:07.60] Cus federados watchin us Ghandis it's everybody's laundry they huntin' for
[04:11.69] We could get more if we fuckin' prolly
[04:13.67] We hang niggas, bang pistols, take a piece of your finger
[04:16.30] The same whistle, you better respect it 'cause my name sizzle
[04:19.34]
[00:03.08] I feel final to cook some shit in the kitchen with ya'll niggas
[00:05.53] Let's go
[00:06.12]
[00:06.13] Busa Bus and Papoose will come and really hurt this
[00:08.40] And fuck you niggas up, see none of you niggas serve a purpose
[00:11.38] I hook on niggas like Kareem and jail em like Julius Erving
[00:14.44] See these niggas powerless like how I'm re-emerging
[00:17.11] So deserving of the title, crown, or whatever you call it
[00:19.78] And though you niggas was havin fun, you see I come to spoil it
[00:22.69] Treatin niggas like the shit they are and flush 'em down the toilet
[00:25.52] Bitch see you can't avoid it, see I'm advising you to forfeit
[00:28.66] Gotta come up off it, homie what you doin ain't that important
[00:31.78] See we don't need what you got plus the street don't want it
[00:33.92] Yo Pap don't give these niggas death but slap 'em across they face
[00:36.68] With some more venomous rap, despite the strap is upon my waist
[00:39.62] When we in the place, I know you know how we do this nigga
[00:42.23] And if you think you newer muthafucka, I'm the newest nigga
[00:45.08] With the newest money, with the newest album, the newest label
[00:47.91] The newest cars, cribs, rope, chains, used to call 'em cables
[00:50.94] New commercial landscaping got me the newest stable of bitches
[00:54.04] They're thoroughbreds, I'm meticulous and very anal
[00:56.55] About how I'mma strike and attack you niggas 'cause I'm able
[00:59.39] And give it to you niggas black and white like I'm interracial
[01:02.22] And continue to keep it lyrical just to make 'em hate you
[01:05.01] Sometimes niggas make me cynical 'til I come and stick you
[01:07.79] Stick a pitch fork in 'em, watch while I come and take 'em up
[01:10.50] To another level, if you sleep, we come to wake 'em up
[01:13.34]
[01:13.65] See we might give you a blister when we give you the heat
[01:16.23] Better address me as Mr. you see me in the street
[01:19.10] Mr. Papoose, Mr. Busa Bus, this is grown man shit
[01:22.62] We spank niggas like we bored with it
[01:24.55] The hood they always talk with it (you hear 'em talkin about us?)
[01:27.75] 'Cause we the top rank, flawless in our weight class
[01:30.45] You niggas don't really want problems, see every time we come with it
[01:33.47] Shit is obvious, you muthafuckas straight ass
[01:35.97]
[01:36.28] Papoose, you can call me Mr. Clientele
[01:38.63] My mixtapes make more sales than Nextel
[01:41.36] I ain't hard to find, they know where I dwell, hell
[01:44.30] Never been a chubby nigga, I'm skinny like twelve 12s
[01:47.08] You had that cocaine so long it smells stale
[01:49.99] I make hella sales, my cane gold like LL
[01:52.74] Rip the Smith & Wesson with quick aggression
[01:54.57] And get the reppin, rip the nigga's neck in
[01:56.52] Bang his head in and cave his chest in less than sixty seconds
[01:59.30] Spit the weapon through his intestines
[02:00.96] Hit the exit, can't get arrested, my record is pig infested
[02:04.10] Got sick obsessions for walking in niggas sessions
[02:06.77] I make endless efforts to disrespect 'em with different gestures
[02:09.67] My wisdom threatens these wicked peasants, what's his intentions
[02:12.43] He said he was laying in the cut, but the shit's infected
[02:15.26] I got this perfected, I am the shepherd, so spin the record
[02:18.13] I'm representin' for this profession I resurrected
[02:20.91] I'm giving blessings within the lessons
[02:22.65] This is the essence of my lyrics, brethren. Busta Rhymes is a living legend
[02:26.65] I don't know what you actin' like you heartless for
[02:29.09] When you know you a target like the department store
[02:32.03] 'Cause Justo gave me the crown, and ya'll knew it
[02:34.96] My song's ruthless, your bars truthless, it's all foolish
[02:37.74] Fill you with embalming fluid, this is ex-con music
[02:40.62] I'm like the Van Wyck, I'll show you how a con do it
[02:43.74]
[02:43.85] See we might give you a blister when we give you the heat
[02:46.32] Better address me as Mr. you see me in the street
[02:49.38] Mr. Papoose, Mr. Busa Bus, this is grown man shit
[02:52.91] We spank niggas like we bored with it
[02:54.75] The hood they always talk with it (you hear 'em talkin about us?)
[02:58.02] 'Cause we the top rank, flawless in our weight class
[03:00.63] You niggas don't really want problems, see every time we come with it
[03:03.56] Shit is obvious, you muthafuckas straight ass
[03:06.21]
[03:06.40] Hol' up, Hol' up, Hol' up
[03:07.66] You know we gotta do a remix, right?
[03:09.43] Raekwon the chef, Let's go
[03:11.41]
[03:11.48] Blood on the Chef's hatchet, I'm here for the action
[03:14.12] Kill a hundred niggas with aspirins and piss in they caskets
[03:17.17] 45s rip through your glasses, all mines, Mr. Gymnastics
[03:20.46] Gimme more time, or visit the blasters
[03:22.65] 'Cause I'm starving, hungry but classy, I'm dead up your lassie
[03:25.46] 'Cause it's nothing, press a few buttons, these cities diasasters
[03:28.38] And yo, anthrax 'em and axe 'em with cyanide acid
[03:31.16] Choke em out, left in the cold, escape through Lake Placid
[03:33.97] Stop fronting, know you a pastor, you know I'm a master
[03:36.63] I'm like six sixes in traffic, you niggas is taxis
[03:39.54] Hardbodies come through jurassics
[03:41.45] It's all about Mossberg, Rugers, loadin' 'em ratchets and blow 'em like napkins
[03:45.22] Cus I'm elevated at the top of my flowest power
[03:48.18] The M.O. stay young, fly, and rich as the raw child
[03:50.97] With transaction, gram action, niggas on the stove maxin'
[03:53.92] Throw a thousand birds off the road, while my soldiers catch it
[03:56.77] Playin all the lobbies, the 'gattis, the red Maseratis
[03:59.64] My colleagues will blow something, show you Karate
[04:01.91] We know the code, Pyrex and parties, the live section
[04:04.59] Keep him on his toes, take off them chromes and pass them to mamis
[04:07.60] Cus federados watchin us Ghandis it's everybody's laundry they huntin' for
[04:11.69] We could get more if we fuckin' prolly
[04:13.67] We hang niggas, bang pistols, take a piece of your finger
[04:16.30] The same whistle, you better respect it 'cause my name sizzle
[04:19.34]