[Busta Rhymes speaking over Intro] Hey yo, Rick Ross I had the wild coke connect from niggaz from South America My Guyanese niggaz used to hit me off, ha ha ha ha Flipmode bitch, yeah Busta Rhymes, Rick Ross Now I think you niggaz know what it is See when the Reaganomics of it was poppin' off We used to get that inconceivable pop Rick Ross, go 'head and talk to 'em
[Verse 1 - Rick Ross] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with, I'm the fuckin' boss Seven forty-five, white on white that's fuckin' Ross I cut 'em wide, I cut 'em long, I cut 'em fat (What) I keep 'em comin' back (What), we keep 'em comin' back I'm in the distribution, I'm like Atlantic I got them motherfuckers flyin' 'cross the Atlantic I know Pablo, Noriega, the real Noriega He owe me a hundred favors I ain't petty nigga, we buy the whole thang See most of my niggaz really still deal cocaine My roof back, my money rides I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm runnin' like When they snatch black I cry for a hundred nights He got a hundred bodies, servin' a hundred lifes
[Verse 2 - Busta Rhymes] I'm on this shit too, I know ya can't believe Just call me claustrophobia I leave no room to breathe While other niggaz done lived see I create a scene Then I get up on my grind and I hustle to another level to another extreme Amphetamines, weed the empire that I'm building Even got a coke connect through Pablo Escobar's children Heard what I said bitch, Pablo Escobar's children They call me whenever they manufacture the coke shipment Whenever there is a drought and we need to place an order I holla at Manuela Escobar, Pablo's daughter From Columbia through Bahamas, Florida Keys border Yes, the hunger for enchilada gets hotter please call her She gets me coke that makes bodies numb once ya fingers in it So white, the coke got a sparkle like she got crystals in it Look, out of town my gangsta's bubblin' See I will flip and sell you any drug cuz I be hustlin'
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[Verse 3] We never steal cars, but we deal hard Whip it real hard whip it whip it real hard I caught a charge, I caught a charge Whip it real hard, whip it whip it real hard Ain't bout no funny shit still bitches and business I'm on my money shit still whippin' them Benzs Major league who catchin' because I'm pitchin' Jose Canseco just snitchin' because he's finish I feed 'em steriods to strengthen up all my chickens They flyin' over Pacific to be specific Triple C's you know it's back we holdin' sacks So nigga go on rat, run and tell 'em that Mo' cars, mo' hoes, mo' clothes, mo blows
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