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letra de been down this road - busta rhymes

[intro: rah digga, clinton sparks]
rah digga
why did the chicken cross the road?
why?
to get away from the chickenhead strangler
haha haha
oh he stranglin’ chickenhead ass b-tches
woo

[verse 1: rah digga]
you knew it wasn’t gon’ be too long for your girl came out the cut shut it down ‘cause i just always been that type
schemin’ schemin’ plottin’ plottin’ comin’ for that number one spot
y’all n-ggas know it ain’t a question if i write
i always put my foot in the ass of any record i get on
this sh-t on the air watch it take off without a hitch
i’m s-xier than a motherf-cker too (hey hoe)
hoe don’t be jealous tell your man to come and check up on his b-tch (get it girl)
i got the ass too i call it lyric jiu jitsu p-ss you off and pluck a nerve you know exactly how it be
i take it that’s the reason every time a chick come out screamin’ that she the hardest they always comparin’ her to me
forever be the b-tch that everybody antic-p-tin’ you hatin’ effer, know that shorty is a beast
i know you all be feelin’ a certain way and be dyin’ to try me but you know better ‘cause you can’t afford the grief

[chorus: rah digga, clinton sparks]
we’ve been down this road before so why you wanna take that chance? (clinton sparks)
these n-ggas want problems they don’t want no problems
they gettin’ more than they can stand
homeboy why you wanna be takin’ it there?
clown n-ggas always tryin’ to be takin’ it there (what?)
cats talk a lot of sh-t don’t have no clips
comin’ to a warzone and they ain’t prepared
[verse 2: busta rhymes]
you n-ggas can’t do me nothin’ you’d figure they stupid buggin’
get clapped in the coupe for frontin’
slapped on your stoop or somethin’
back on my ruthless gunnin’ and strapped while your crew be runnin’
from every bullet poppin’ up out of the luger (bussin’)
ain’t shot if the music bumpin’ (b-tch)
bounce with the movement cousin (quick)
i put the whack in with the new see how the dude we struttin’
i hotstep (see how we do) see how my crew be rushin’
break dudes back of they head and heel of they boots be touchin’
black like we in the buildin’ and stack like a couple million
act like you know the feelin’ sell crack just to feed my children
black, i ain’t wit’ concealin’ the truth while you busy stealin’ the proof
that i have to offer the booth for the mass appealin’
facts that i documented wit’ tracks that i monumented with clash that i honor godly level like an army destined to k!ll it is my profession and chill it’s a small suggestion for real i can never stop so you probably would need protection

[chorus: rah digga, clinton sparks]
we’ve been down this road before so why you wanna take that chance?
these n-ggas want problems they don’t want no problems (i told y’all)
they gettin’ more than they can stand (i was gonna produce everything)
homeboy why you wanna be takin’ it there?
clown n-ggas always tryin’ to be takin’ it there (what?)
cats talk a lot of sh-t don’t have no clips (keep putting out that boom sh-t)
come into a warzone and they ain’t prepared (makes my sh-t bigger)

- busta rhymes

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