Czar (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro] Czar is a title used to designate supreme rulers It is known as to be equivalent to king Or to be somewhat between a royal, an imperial rank The last person to have worn the title Czar [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes & Lil Fame] Look, they don't get it (Uh-huh) Now watch a nigga set it, you know I'm comin' to shred it With rubies all on my rings like Thanos present I'm tired of talking to niggas that get no credit (Oh) You get no debit, (Oh) watch the way we improve Hate the way that we move? We need a whole second (What's up?) To talk about you new niggas, you need a new helmet (Uh-huh) Crash dummies, you niggas, you need a new exit And whip a private plane, getting head from the flight attendant I got a mob like the Navy SEALs and the Air Force Take chains off, (Oh) everything off (Oh) Pilot flyin' the plane, we make him change course (Oh) I don't play sports, (Oh) your whole claim false (Oh) Now niggas gon' learn and now brown niggas with the fire Niggas beg me to chill and go make more records with Mariah They wanna give us some more, take my niggas on tour If you niggas unsure, (Let's go) I'ma give you the raw Watch the way we sweep up shit, peep the way we clean up shit Classic album is present, peep the way we heat up shit Masterpiece project, peep the way a nigga beat up shit If you niggas think you fuckin' with us – better speak up, bitch [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] So far, shawties throw they bra And I need the lighter to light the perfect cigar Brand new jet (Jet), brand new car (Car) Leader Of The New shit (Brra), brand new Czar (Czar) [Verse 2: Lil Fame with Busta Rhymes] Blast on foes, (Oh) blast, get frozed (Oh) Do that boy ugly, casket closed (Oh) Spazz on foes, remind these niggas (Oh) Homie, it's gat time, flatline these niggas (Oh) Fame ain't fair, (Oh) the game ain't fair (Oh) If you Google "who give a fuck" – my name ain't there (Oh) Brand new stars, (Oh) brand new bars With the Leader Of The New School, brand new Czar [Verse 3: Billy Danze & Lil Fame] Brand new everything, 'cept for the bop New leader of the old school, brand new Glock I'm with Brownsville 300, (Hoo) let it pop I'm Cornelius in the Zoo, ape shit (Ah, ah, ah!) I'm connected to the shooters who influence You lames in the rap game, this is seat belt music (Ahh!) Gave him the hit, (Oh) chain him to a fence (Oh) Give him them trumpets, (Oh) ram him with the Buick (Vroom) [Chorus: Busta Rhymes & CJ] So far, shawties throw they bra And I need the lighter to light the perfect cigar Brand new jet (Jet), brand new car (Car) Leader Of The New shit (Brra), brand new Czar (Czar) Uh, uh, uh, uh [Verse 4: CJ & Lil Fame] We outside (Oh), you run hide (Oh) Watch us ride, watch you die (Oh) Everything new (Oh), everything bool (Oh) Bang these fools, then we take they jewels (Oh) Straight to the top with it, these niggas not with it First nigga pop with it, first to get dropped with it Busta back to back, uh, we go strap for strap, uh Leader of this trap with this heater on my lap Busta, what we doing? These niggas be losing We be making movies and these jewels be hittin' stupid We running the city, uh, dancin' like I'm Diddy, uh Signing all these titties, but I still be moving gritty, uh Wish I could bring Pop back (Brrah), let the Glock clap (Brrah) Let the Glock clap (Brrah), let the Glock clap Step up in the building (Oh), buy the whole bar (Oh) Leader Of The New shit (Oh), I'm the young Czar (Young Czar) [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] So far, shawties throw they bra And I need the lighter to light the perfect cigar Brand new jet (Jet), brand new car (Car) Leader Of The New shit (Brra), brand new Czar (Czar) [Outro: Busta Rhymes & Lil Fame] Light switch off (Oh), Cuban link cross (Oh) The shine bright up the evening, diamonds criss-cross (Oh) If you ain't out here to find it, time to get lost In case you niggas ain't know