Busta Rhymes - Otis Remix Ft. DMX lyrics

rate me

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’real

You know how we do

It 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 next

Two niggas reppin’ the R, X and X

My 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 off

My voice so big you can turn the f-cking bass off

Wanted for lots of murders lately, cops around the place off

I’m bussin’ DMX up in this bitch, you better take off

[DMX]

Went away for a while, jail, prison

Gettin’ down for real, f-ck it, livin’!

Don’t worry ’bout what condition I’m in

Cats cant survive half the places I’ve been

[Busta Rhymes]

And while a lot of muthaf-ckers sit and watch the throne killa

We in the booth blackin’ dog, welcome home nigga

We spazzin’ in this bitch, while we keeping the crowd hyped

Remind em like what this shits supposed to sound like

Dawg, I pulled up in front of the jail to picked you up

Convoy of whips with ’bout 30 bitches in the trunk

Come on,

[DMX]

They sayin’ locked down is easy

But a nigga like me is greasy

Population or PC?, Check my 5 nigga?, see when I’m on

Feedin’ niggas with that thang then I’m gone

[Busta Rhymes]

Most you niggas talk too much, puttin’ police on ‘em

Bunch of blabber mouth ass niggas: Jackie Gleason

I dig my foot in ya face, putting my cleats on

You niggas off, steady watchin’ me putting the streets on

[DMX]

You need to think cause I got on and changed, something changed?

Bitch, I am the streets, whats my name?

I’ve been trying to stay sucka free but look where the suckers be

Had the ? under me, can’t a muthaf-cka breath

[Busta Rhymes]

I know you baggage claim rapper niggas, just carry my luggage

And I take great pleasure whenever it’s time to punish

Incinerate a rhyme, let me throw they ass in the rubbish

I don’t give f-ck what they think, you niggas know that I run this

You niggas can see just what it is and how I’m on it

How I f-ck ya money up and be the foulest nigga

[DMX]

Fall back cause all that noise you making

Only let me know you boys is faking

Let me know that everything you got is mine for the taking

Before I leave you dead and stinking

Look here, I don’t play games, I don’t say names

Jump through with the guns out, (BLLAAP) spraying lames

I 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 boy

Heatseeker missle, whistle seek and destroy

You aint ready for the stand off

And while a dog shooting, I’m chopping a nigga hand off

Funny little nigga, see the way I treat ‘em

Talk shit when I f-ck niggas, than I beat ‘em

And if you run around, I whoop ya ass, cuckoo

Dont-talk-back when ya fathers talking to you

These corny niggas is waving surrender flag banners

Taking no prisoners, p-ssy, I’m teaching ya ass manners

F-ck y’all up up bad, bitch, more bangers

And air ‘em out to dry like we left ‘em on clothes hangers

I’m sickly as hell, eat ya body up: cancer

Who the nicest in the spot, ya’ll already knowing the answer

Then I listen to niggas talk and they fill me up with laughter

These niggas say they thug but be looking more like a dancer

Theres something that you niggas need to know, its so important

that I aint the one to f-ck with homie, I’m tired of talkin’!

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Thanks to adrianaa