(feat. Cassidy and Papoose) [Busta Rhymes: Talking] [Busta Rhymes:] I'm nice with the lead peel your edges like slices of bread Percise, become a poltergeist, stickin knives inside of your head What's the issue, on a roll, like a roll of toilet tissue(?) I continue to expose you niggas that's so superficial I script you your obituary then blow like a missle Once I blow the whistle, motherfuck may the forces be with you Come with a style, I'm wildin, pile up my money so kosher, Then call up the sofa fuckin bitches in back of the rover Then bounce with the coca, bag up bitches outside of the costa rica area level, my features and carry my posters [talking intermission:] Unprecendented, I cememnted, you changin your flow up While helpin you grow up, niggas know you for soundin so tore up Challengin niggas, better hold on to bannister niggas Fuck around I'll stuff your body parts into cannisters niggas Like you don't know the half, I'll bust your motherfuckin ass Busta buss, cass, and papoose is fuckin psychopaths [Chorus:] Making Niggas Wanna Get Hype Yea I'm PSYCHO [x8] [Cassidy:] My nigga beside me with triggers and niggas get bodied I lock a strip and chop a brick like I'm mr. miyagi But this ain't karate, I been sick since I pissed in a potty I probably been proper since my papa put dick in my mommy I'm a cannon man Holdin the hamma man For the loot niggas shoot niggas like a camera man Snappin a picture, you get stuck like the back of a sticker I got bars like the factory manufacturing snickers And I do crimes for the bread like croutons With two nines I be layin clowns down like foutons With the bullets in the rocket, my pockets is full of cream I'm blowin steam keep the steel in my hands like wolverine [talking intermission:] Poppin the metal, you niggas is not on my level I'm locking the kettle man, I'm hot like the pot and the kettle On the mic I spaz, who get it hype as cass And my nigga busta, we some muthafuckin psychopaths [Chorus:] Making Niggas Wanna Get Hype Yea I'm PSYCHO [x8] [Papoose:] I'm an iceberg trapped in a fire I won't melt I'm a fetus that survived an abortion, I won't be kilt (killed) I'm the heart of brooklyn, New York, I'm bedstuy I'm a christian woman's hand on the bible I won't lie I'm the code of silence in the gotti crew I'm an empty mag right after a shootout, I just bodied you Got something sup? shotgun pump, shot at you Like kamakize through, your baby mom's feel the wop cock back Cause she was sittin on my lap I stay with the oowap strap I put your baby daddy in a body bag When I squeeze and let the wop clap I baghdad like iraq [talking intermission] This is my era, you niggas is losers I'm the new era(error) like a mistake on your computer Got the infrared dot, bustin you gullible suckers too But a dot on your ass like www. [Chorus:] Making Niggas Wanna Get Hype Yea I'm PSYCHO [x8]
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