[Busta Rhymes]
Aiyyo it's the immaculate conception Busta Bus himself
And nuttin other than the godfather, spectacular X to the Zizzle
That's what the [bad word] it is, 'nuff said

YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!
I wanna see you [bad word] put your hands up
Stretch [bad word] like you doin aerobics [bad word] Yeah!
 [bad word]  Busta Rhymes]
Thought you was a tough guy? (BOOM!)
When I put one right in ya head, now tell me what you think you is now
(top dollar biller, a Rottweiler, a killer)
(Slap the [bad word] out a [bad word] tryin to copy my style)

[Busta Rhymes]
Check it
I got cars (many) switches (many) hoes and (many) [bad word] (Many) huh, bodies that's buried in holes of many ditches
(Many, many) homes, plenty chrome up on my whip
(Plenty) stop for you make [bad word] up on your block and [bad word] the semi
Ready, any, [bad word] front I hold it steady
I  [bad word]  back (pop) the ratchet and spill your spaghetti
HUH! Properties or blocks, we control 'em
(Many, many) glocks know how I kill all your soldiers Freddy
My machete (huh) will cut niggaz like I ain't really like 'em
(Ha!) Then carve a [bad word] meat deep like I'm killin a bison
HUH! Tyson, animal instinct the way I will beat you
Got (many) shots and (plenty) spots for them bullets to eat you
(Ha!) See through (huh) them holes them bullets'll leave in between you
(Ha!) It seems you, got left to die slow all up inside the venue
 [bad word] 

[Xzibit]
Yup! Yo
Orangutangin slangin, I'm hangin over the edge
I rock two 40 glocks, I call 'em Barney and Fred
I stay hungry like I'm only fed water and bread
The king of the castle get at you, screamin off witcha head [bad word] bustin, it's the X to the Z, we chart climbin
You see my name next to that diamond, it's all timin
Hit you in the stomach, with somethin your face and feet'll
be touchin to have your bones start crackin and bustin
To my women who be workin them jeans with fat asses
Rich Itala heels, Roberto Cavali [bad word] to my hideout, let me pimp your ride out
Hit your backside, tear your spine out and slide out
(HUHHH!) Yeah, cause my grind don't quit
I'm a walkin franchise with them extra clips
I keep the bread roll thick, do lines so sick
that you can cut 'em with a razor blade, sniff the [bad word]  c'mon
 [bad word] 

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, check it
I tell you (no lie) [bad word] [bad word] you (gon' die - kill or be killed!)
Or get bodied just because you (walked by - [bad word] be still!)
'Fore the trigger go off and a (shot fly) and the [bad word] ll be ill
If the shot turn your stomach to a (pot pie) [bad word] we spill
little liquor for the homey muh [bad word] (WE STILL)
'll make a [bad word] leak blood, 'til he need a (REFILL)
You try to be a tough guy, [bad word] what I build
Somebody don't beat the [bad word] out this muh [bad word] (WE WILL!)

[Xzibit]
Asthmatic, dramatic, fold you like a Kraftmatic
Heavy metal press hittin your chest like a train [bad word] respect, throw it one time for your set on deck
Niggaz you never forget
I set up precedents, homey you never snitch, hide the evidence
Dummies dig ditches, they dyin for dead presidents
The big screen make 'em seem large like an elephant
But in real life they so soft and so delicate
 [bad word]