Hey yo, Busta Rhymes holdin' the fort
Read the report, MVP of the sport
You need to be taught, come on
Snort whatever you snort,
we comin' up court
You know we never comin' up short
So fuck what you thought
We high profile for this
shit,
I smile for this shit
I stack dough and make all my people
just wil' for this shit
Hold it now, we rollin' it down,
we holdin' it down
Thick money,
foldin' it down in a hole in the ground
Stash more loot than before,
a brute from before
Tell the truth and get used to leavin'
you boots at the door
We four, five, sixin' it
up ,
we fixin' it up
We keep the bitches strippin' the
way we be mixin' it up
Come out from wherever you are,
whoever you are
Incredible performance,
their so unforgettable star
They'll never find the get because I
threw the barreta too far
Police go drive my whip,
so I'm going to get a new car, what the fuck
You can sit and watch and gamble
around
Motherfuckers no we holdin' the crown
I dare y'all to say somethin'
Before we flood this shit that'll go
through your whole town
Motherfuckers know we
makin' y'all drown
I dare y'all
I was born in the ghetto,
raised in the ghetto
I was born in the ghetto,
raised in the ghetto
I bang out beats by cars and ho stacks
Rap nigga puttin' out rock-
n- roll tracks
Anything with wheels, playa I drove that
Y'all, six, Swizz and Busta back
I be hearin' that I'm
I put my foot in your ass
just like a kung- fu flick
Bust my tool quick hittin'
with the force of a mule kick
Spit fly shit as if I was baggin'
a new chick
Instead of bitin' mines,
it be best you bite on the chew stick
Funny how niggas be tryin'
to do shit
When I rock a light bling all my pinky
gleam in the blue shit
Bitches lovin' the way we always
pass through shit
The way we rep the gutter and
bring you the brand new shit
Double back,
y'all niggas don't really want to trouble that
Brass knuckle beat you stupid,
with a belt buckle rap
Couple cracks, some weed,
back when we used to muscle that
And take a niggas shit like we like we
fightin' to get our hustle back
Used to be the shit, now you
writin' your suicidal rap
Frontin' like your the champ,
fightin' to get your title back
Remind me that,
this could even cause a homicidal act
An d if you blamin' the music
then watch me write the title track
The way that we kill and make
you wanna cop that
Fuckin' with corny niggas
you need to stop that shit
Come on, please
just let
a nigga pop that shit
All in they trunk,
you know you want to rock that
Stay reppin' the struggle,
busy pullin' my man's up
Shit we givin' y'all niggas might even
swell y'all glands up
Stop, all of my niggas,
all of my bitches stand up
And rep whatever you reppin' and
put your fuckin' hands up
Yeah, Endalay, Endalay
Arriba, Arriba, motherfucker
Come on, Endalay, move from
around these parts
Motherfucker, come on, Endalay, huh
Arriba, Arriba motherfucker
Come on, Endalay, Endalay, Endalay