Packin’ Them Things

Lyrics

[Intro: Busta Rhymes] This sound like some music from mother fucking Fat Albert show and shit You know what I mean? Sound like the organs from Fat Albert nigga What's going on here? [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Look I be the most incredible, alphabetical unforgettable God of the spit, that's why I talk shit Phenomally pursuing most of the heads of most of you niggas That's why I be the friction and I spark shit And while you sporadically notice who's the don man Exploding hoods to emphatically burned farm land Ha Niggas asking me not to do it sire Knowing embalming fluid is mixed with my saliva Need me to move the Maybach, holler at my driver I'm still voting for Obama despite a couple of priors I pay you niggas no mind, you a bunch of (?) liars Now how the frenzy going to stop this Cause I bring it back like (?) boxes While I continue to lock this Pop this off And then Drop this on Every single hood I target And then corner the market Stop this homes You can't watch this The way I shit on beats and then I fart bitch I paint lyrical pictures like beautiful art bitch Trust me I don't think you wanna start bitch [Hook: Busta Rhymes] (I stay packing them things) Well I give it to niggas everytime You know its Busta Rhymes (I stay packing them things) If a nigga test me when I'm in the hood I wish a nigga would (I stay packing them things) Its Flipmode bitch We got a Santa Claus bag full of goodies (I stay packing them things) With a cargo of dudes in the van Face covered up with hoodies (I stay packing them things) [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] I ain't even get to rolling my sleeves up While I'm fucking a whore like I'm fucking a bitch weave up Sizzle the street and I ain't even beginning to heat up Like watching a bum fight how niggas get lyrically beat up Its Flipmode bitch I love how the game need us While I'm in Costa Rica Chilling in a villa with my feet up You know I love to eat up Whack mother fuckers Especially when I get munchies after smoking the weed up And bust niggas heads 'til they catch convulsions and bleed out Or bitches get excited and they start staining my seats up See how I light the streets up Niggas talk tough when this noise around the music Too loud you need to speak up Everyday you know I'm knowing And I constantly be showing motherfuckers how to do it the right way Every now and then I might play And show a nigga what it is And how I handle biz You might have caught me on a white day So don't ever shoot a subliminal on my balls You're probably better off battling Jacob in a fight club And make me pop the right slug But its nothing niggas know I'm one of the greatest Thanks to Joe Budden [Hook: Busta Rhymes] (I stay packing them things) Well I give it to niggas everytime You know its Busta Rhymes (I stay packing them things) If a nigga test me when I'm in the hood I wish a nigga would (I stay packing them things) Its Flipmode bitch We got a Santa Claus bag full of goodies (I stay packing them things) With a cargo of dudes in the van Face covered up with hoodies (I stay packing them things)