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Silkk the Shocker
Busta Rhymes
Never been done before you motherf**kers
Tanks and armored trucks b***hes
Don't get it f**ked up
Don't even look at me diagonally
You better look at me straight up and down
Six o'clock b***h
Check it out now
First and foremost I'm only here to knock s**t down
And push ya s**t back and completely lock s**t down
And make sure n***as know how to act
The way we blaze s**t
Imagine if we really had to resort to the gat
Yeah
We treat n***as like audiences just clap 'em down
Well f**k what happened before this what's happenin' now
For you n***as who hate
Really can't stand for this
Break both ya legs
Now ya can't really stand for s**t
You motherf**kers thought the game was the same
Now a days n***as in the hood got dabs to shoot down a plane
We bloody n***as so quick and so fast
Instead of givin' n***as that gat I prefer to put a foot in they a*s
I got something for them dudes who be tryin' to be too hard
A street sweeper and I ain't talkin' about kind that can move ya car
I'm a bad dude
Oh yeah
I'm really talkin' about bad
I'm a big ol' problem
And he ain't really talkin' about math
To all my thugs in the street puttin' it down with us
Come on
My real live soldiers puttin' it down with us
Come on
My street corner colonels
Uh
Get down with us
Come on
My dogs who hold they post down is down with us
Where you at
Now all my people in the East is down with us
Come on
My hustlers in the West is down with us
Come on
My Dirty South gangstas
Yeah
Is down with us
Come on
And forever keepin' it gully
Ya know it's a must
I'm number one
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I'm number one
I know I'm the one
I'm supposed to win it
No type showin' lots of chips but they mostly twenties
Lots of Cris
Mostly bottles
Lots of chicks
Mostly models
Lots of bullets solid but they mostly hollow
Ya ain't gotta say nothin' n***a for me to dump off
Here my nuts can say right hear it's the jump off
I'm in the car
Smoked when I drive
Tear the roof of the coupe off
Me jump in the club
Make 'em tear the roof off
To all my cats who think they thuggin' only doin' it wrong
The church bell rings only to play ya funeral song
You wack n***a throw them lyrics away
Before I turn ya to a ghost make angels carry ya spirit away
Even though my broad be holdin' a snub
A bottle of Cris can end up becomin' the worst weapon inside a club
The way we beat you with and the way we come with such brute force
This how we party and next time me and my whole crew floss
The new boss of this old s**t
Before ya move me probably there's a million dudes ya have to go get
So Busta Bus be makin' 'em run
Under studio
Every level I say it with conviction
I'm number one
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Silkk the Shocker
Busta Rhymes
Never been done before you motherf**kers
The one
