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One two, one twoOne one, one two one two [Repeat: x3]Yo it's the Q-Tip, you know I get downYes I rock to the rhythm of a funky soundIt goOne one, one two one two [Repeat: x2]And it's the, Phife Dawg, and I do the sameAnd when it comes to ripping mics hey yo it ain't no gamesOne one, one two one two [Repeat: x2]Hey yo you know it's Busta Rhymes, ev-ery timeOh yes, I'm coming wicked with the new designI'm sayingOne one, one two one two [Repeat: x2][Q-Tip]MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymesDon't do the crime if you can't do the timeThe time is eternal when you play with the miserSoul is in my body, and the health make me wiserThe tantalizing wordplay yeah that's the jointLetras de cancionesSometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn pointBrothers need to come, with better, compositionsI write and recite to make good positionIn this, rap game here, we engineerStabbing up the jam yeah son shit's clearAnd I be kicking rhymes in my own damn wayBeating niggas to the punch like Sugar RayGot the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the coolMy lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the toolPeace to C-Seventy-Three, and C-Seventy-Fo'Do a little something when I'm out on tourComing through like narcotics for the antibioticsFlapping shorty's stockings to the Space-like SprocketsWhat you really need to do is just boogie your assIt's not gassed, we got to make the good times lastLet the good times roll, cause we in controlTake you out on your high less you paying a tollLet the good times roll, let the good times tollTake you out on your high less you paying a toll[Phife Dawg]Question Why is that, MC's be wackAnd major labels wanna sound like crap, hey yo Funk that!Word to life I'm coming ruggedCuz once you add the hip to the hop kid, it equals out to loveIf the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose itRefuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks Refuse itPut down the mic kid, cuz you gets no dapHow long did it take for you to see you can't rapThe name is Phife Dawg, and I got nuff stylesIt doesn't take long for me to get buckwildSo bust what I'm swinging what I'm swingin when I swingI rap when I rap cause I never wanna singGo ask the last MC what happened when he said battleI bust his ass in Cleveland now he's Sleepless in SeattleRude boy official coming with the ill grammarComing back on kids, like Joey MontanaWe be the three MC's to make your mind go battyMad play, on WKRP in CincinnatiSo lord send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a manAn if ya kyan sen a man, come yaselfCause all deez biting MC's, lawd them something elseSee I kick the styles that'll make ya ass meltMoney on my mind so never mind a trickNew York is the town and the team is the KnicksWorld's greatest five footer ripping parties apartHere comes Shaheed with the big green sharkNever had to rhyme about feelin what with leadNEVER MIND DAT MON HERE COME DE DREAD[Busta Rhymes]We coming far far farBusta Rhymes is coming far far farYa know ya hear me Star! Bet your bottom dollahRight after this jam about one million one two niggaz go followWhether it be to-day or to-morrowNiggas be collaborating sickening you beat them like they fatherOh shit check out what I sayingYou know my niggas don't be playingOnce upon a hacking timeI received the opportunities to represent my first rhymesTo define, lyrical sensationsBlack masons blowing up the spot Just to represent the NationsThree dimensions, tryclops,Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyesFat like a burger and friesGo back to the country to go check my grandmamaBring it to the table at the meetingsGathering large receivings delivering intellectual ass beatingsAs I carry on with my proceedingsGreetings!! Watch a nigga debut on premier movie screeningsBut before I be face to faceWith my eternal resting placeI hope you find civilized every soul and every raceSit dog sit! Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit!
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"One Two S**t [*]" as written by John W. Davis, Ali Shaheed Jones-muhammad, Malik Izaak Taylor, Trevor Smith
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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