Ya know what I mean Busta Rhymes in the place y'all Let me tell ya a little something, Yeah, alright Busta 1995, this year I want One of them Crazy, Sexy-Cool women Ya know what I'm sayin' One of them real crazy, just sexy

Well my devil won't let me out Well my devil won't (Fuck the law) As I maneuver through the streets A policeman and then the predeceased bodies of those who disagree (Like, fuck them all) I pray the soldiers get release The price of grief wasn't cheap

So let a girl be down and come and get with me No time to play around, cause I'm for real baby I'm feelin' everything you do You know that you're feelin' this too So forget about them other chicks I know you and her got something goin' on And I respect

Everyone thinks that we're perfect Please don't let them look through the curtains Places, places, get in your places Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces Picture, picture, smile for the picture Pose with your brother, won't you be a good

So I bow my head and pray Don't let 'em get in my way, ay Don't let 'em get in my way To get a couple grand Momma told me it won't be easy Get it how I live Follow what I feel And I know I can use some change But sometimes to make it out you gotta do

Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em Cut up! Know we like that, get that cut up Get that cut up! Oh-whooo, cut up We love to cut up cause we like them freaky thangs I like it when you let me try, anythang Let a nigga get a little cut up girl It's two a.m. in

And let's spark a new flame 'Cause I wanna tell them they wrong You gon' be my baby Love me, love you crazy Tell me if you with it Baby, come and get it Maybe try a new thing Oh, I don't know what you had planned to do tonight We're standing here looking

It can make you ache It can bring you to your knees It's not where you go it's just where you're going And who's the company Through the tears we cry let them pass us by And get washed into the sea Won't you just remember me when I was your life? I was

Swing life away We get by just fine here on minimum wage I'll show you mine if you show me yours first Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words I won't cross these streets until you

You want problems I'ma bring 'em to you We cockin' them thangs Yeah, I got a song let me sing it to you We ready to bang Yeah, you talk impressive, you don't mean it do you? Watch where you aim Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga Hunt