歌手:Busta Rhymes
专辑:《Genesis》

作词 : J. Smith/R. Fisher/W. Lewis/T. Smith/Lee Jones/R. McNair
作曲 : J. Smith/R. Fisher/W. Lewis/T. Smith/Lee Jones/R. McNair
Greatness, yeah, yeah
Aiyo, turn the beat up a little bit louder
Truck Volume
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We bout to play a lil' game, match the name with the voice
So when you pick your favorite emcee you makin' the right choice
So who are you?
Baby Sham,
I'm known for the crud
First night pops off with a couple of slugs
And how you doin'?
You see what
I'm workin' wit, it's beyond rap
Stick to the fact that chapped lips get convexed
Palm that, look where the arm's at, ********** need to launch that
Now tell me what the problem be, is that
I'm scorching dem
To flood these streets, hot not partially, ********** back the toast
Put your heart for free, so what it feels like to hear me cru**********n' a beat
So who are you?
The illest broad
Digga, reppin'
Brick City
If I'm lying may the
Lord come strike my left tittie
And how you doin'?
Undisputed metaphor rap queen, always cookin' up some **********t
Like mom's a crack fiend, so what's the word
Strike a nerve when
I'm speakin'
Any emcee whether black or white, or
Puerto Riquen
I'm the big dog, you just a cat stuck in a tree
Not one of y'all **********s ******' wit me
So who are we?
Got you gaspin' for air, hot **********t mutha**********as
Throw your hands in the air
Watch how we do it
How we rep and yo we solemnly swear
To put it down until it's over and our time is up here
So who are you?
Rampage, new tenant, pack big still
**********, what ya heard,
I'm ready to kill
And how you doin'?
Day criminal, street thug material
Flipmode imperial, top breakin' officer
********** around we warnin' ya, 21 gun salute6 official conrads, ain't afraid to shoot
**********s see us, we got them shakin' in they boots
Flipmode, the streets, bigger than
BayrootsSo who are you?
Yeah, Spliff
Starr, ********** crusher, gun busta
Hard-to-toucha, one bad mutha**********a
And how you doin'?
Gangsta **********, deadly like cancerous
I bring it where your parents live, show you what your status is
Steam boil your cabbages,
I can't take y'all nigaz **********ness
You about to die, show him where his casket is
You wanted beans,
I had your hood under siege
Guns get squeezed and bullets hit your knees
So who are you?
Bus a bus now, somethin' fo' sho'
Keep 'em whilin' till somebody's left a leak on the flo'
And how you doin'?
We've been awaitin' the
God, to make an under novel entry
Controllin' everything in the yard
Rugged like
General Custard it seems
How we crush grapefruit, **********z, and make a mustard out of your team
You know we hotter than the 4th of
JulySo sit back and watch the fireworks show light up my name the sky
So who are we?
Got you gaspin' for air, hot **********t mutha**********as
Throw your hands in the air
Watch how we do it
How we rep and yo we solemnly swear
To put it down until it's over and our time is up here
So who are you?