Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Damn This Shit Still Goes Hard...

"Psycho Psycho" - Busta Rhymes feat. Cassidy & Papoose

[Busta Rhymes:]
I'm nice with the lead, peel your edges like slices of bread
Precise, become a poltergeist, stickin knives inside of your head
What's the issue, on a roll, like a roll of toilet, you tissue
I continue to expose you niggas that's so superficial
I script you your obituary then blow like a missle
Once I blow the whistle, motherfuck may the forces be with you
Come with a style, I'm wildin, pile up my money so kosher
Then call up the sofa-fuckin' bitches in back of the Rover
Then bounce with the coca, bag up bitches outside of the Costa Rica area level, my features and carry my posters
[talking intermission:]
Unprecendented, I cememnted, you changin your flow up
While helpin you grow up, niggas know you for soundin so tore up
Challengin' niggas, better hold on to banister niggas
Fuck around I'll stuff your body parts into cannisters niggas
Like you don't know the half, I'll bust your motherfuckin' ass
Busta-Bus, Cass and Papoose is fuckin psychopaths

Making niggas wanna jet hype, yo... PSYCHO! [x8]

My nigga beside me with triggers and niggas get bodied
I lock a strip and chop a brick like I'm Mr. Miyagi
But this ain't karate, I been sick since I pissed in a potty
I probably been proper since my papa put dick in my mommy
I'm a cannon man
Holdin the hammer man
For the loot, niggas? Shoot niggas like a camera man
Snappin' a picture, you get stuck like the back of a sticker
I got bars like the factory manufacturing Snickers
And I do crimes for the bread like croutons
With two nines I be layin' clowns down like futons
With the bullets in the rocket, my pockets is full of cream
I'm blowin' steam, keep the steel in my hands like Wolverine
[talking intermission:]
Poppin' the metal, you niggas is not on my level
I'm locking the kettle man, I'm hot like a pot and the kettle
On the mic I spaz, who get it hype as Cass
And my nigga Busta, we some muthafuckin' psychopaths

Making niggas wanna get hype, yo... PSYCHO! [x8]

I'm an iceberg trapped in a fire I won't melt
I'm a fetus that survived an abortion, I won't be killed
I'm the heart of Brooklyn, New York, I'm Bed-Stuy
I'm a Christian woman's hand on the Bible, I won't lie
I'm the code of silence in the Gotti crew
I'm an empty mag right after a shootout, I just bodied you
Got something? Sup? Shotgun pump, shot at you
Like kamakize through, your baby mom's feel the wop cock back
Cause she was sittin' on my lap
I stay with the 'ooh-wop' strap
I put your baby daddy in a body bag
When I squeeze and let the wop clap
I bag dad (Baghdad) like Iraq
[talking intermission]
This is my era, you niggas is losers
I'm the new era (error) like a mistake on your computer
Got the infrared dot, bustin' you gullible suckers too
Put a dot on your ass like W-W-W

Making niggas wanna get hype, yo... PSYCHO! [x8]

Cassidy and Pap absolutely power-shitted on this joint...

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