Busta Rhymes - Otis Lyrics
The dog is back baby, Buss (go hard or go home)Buss (dog, wattup?)Buss these niggas in they f-cking head! I'm right here dog, fo'realYou know how we doIt is not a f-cking game! Any you niggas got a doctor in the house[Dmx]I'm taking the mic, f-ck who's nextTwo niggas reppin' the r, x and xMy niggas aint on no rap shit, my nigga clap shit that quick?Yeah, we on that shit[Busta rhymes]'Bout to roundhouse kick you muthaf-cking niggas face offMy voice so big you can turn the f-cking bass offWanted for lots of murders lately, cops around the place offI'm bussin' dmx up in this *****, you better take off[Dmx]Went away for a while, jail, prisonGettin' down for real, f-ck it, livin'! Don't worry 'bout what condition I'm inCats can't survive half the places I've been[Busta rhymes]And while a lot of muthaf-ckers sit and watch the throne killaWe in the booth blackin' dog, welcome home niggaWe spazzin' in this *****, while we keeping the crowd hypedRemind em like what this shits supposed to sound likeDawg, I pulled up in front of the jail to picked you upConvoy of whips with 'bout 30 *****es in the trunkCome on, [Dmx]They sayin' locked down is easyBut a nigga like me is greasyPopulation or pc?, check my 5 nigga?, see when I'm onFeedin' niggas with that thang then I'm gone[Busta rhymes]Most you niggas talk too much, puttin' police on 'emBunch of blabber mouth ass niggas: jackie gleasonI dig my foot in ya face, putting my cleats onYou niggas off, steady watchin' me putting the streets on[Dmx]You need to think cause I got on and changed, something changed?*****, I am the streets, what's my name?I've been trying to stay sucka free but look where the suckers beHad the? under me, can't a muthaf-cka breath[Busta rhymes]I know you baggage claim rapper niggas, just carry my luggageAnd I take great pleasure whenever it's time to punishIncinerate a rhyme, let me throw they ass in the rubbishI don't give f-ck what they think, you niggas know that I run thisYou niggas can see just what it is and how I'm on itHow I f-ck ya money up and be the foulest nigga[Dmx]Fall back cause all that noise you makingOnly let me know you boys is fakingLet me know that everything you got is mine for the takingBefore I leave you dead and stinkingLook here, I don't play games, I don't say namesJump through with the guns out, (bllaap) spraying lamesI don't take aim, hit the whole crowd(Ch't-ch't boom, ch't-ch't boom)I shoot loud[Busta rhymes]Ya'll niggas know my m.o, I kill ya little boyHeatseeker missle, whistle seek and destroyYou aint ready for the stand offAnd while a dog shooting, I'm chopping a nigga hand offFunny little nigga, see the way I treat 'emTalk shit when I f-ck niggas, than I beat 'emAnd if you run around, I whoop ya ass, cuckooDon't-talk-back when ya fathers talking to youThese corny niggas is waving surrender flag bannersTaking no prisoners, p-ssy, I'm teaching ya ass mannersF-ck y'all up up bad, *****, more bangersAnd air 'em out to dry like we left 'em on clothes hangersI'm sickly as hell, eat ya body up: cancerWho the nicest in the spot, ya'll already knowing the answerThen I listen to niggas talk and they fill me up with laughterThese niggas say they thug but be looking more like a dancerThere's something that you niggas need to know, it's so importantThat I aint the one to f-ck with homie, I'm tired of talkin'!
