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3:56

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Bust It Like Busta

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Verse 1: Welcome to Queens The F train to E The M, N, the R, The A, J, the Z The 7 train to see The Mets, Q & the G LaGuardia's by me Prefer Kennedy My borough is deep My borough unique West Indians East Indians and Seeks Latino's and Greeks Asian's who reap Off Blacks Jews got that jewelry cheap You play the streets I play for keeps You play with your meat You playing with beef I play for peace I came to eat Don't bite the hand That made the feast Here's the recipe For the best cuisine A table spoon from Soon Ty blessed the beat Collectively Top chefing a manifest destiny (I'm a creator!) Chorus: Creator - Creator This is for my hustlers and money makers Creator - Creator This for those amongst the cusp of innovation Verse 2: Come check the scene It's far fetched you'll see Any rooks or vets Ever step to me I'm not threatening My rep is clean It's just something that says Don't mess with me I catch reck with these My pen it bleeds Turn your chest to a messy debris So fresh stand next to me Still wouldn't catch a cold in a text When I f'ing sneeze Con ed keep sweating me For my energy They enemies Hope Flex is free Please drop a bomb Like an F-16 May y'all rest in peace Avatar Soon bend the heat Test my pee full of fresh weed and ELECTRICITY - ELECTRICITY More than enough for a city that never sleeps Chorus: Verse 3: New York is back I hate saying that But I'm saying that We ain't playing Jack- Twist or Jack Nick Patrick Sajack Jack Black Jack White I don't give a Jack shit You Jack rip my wack shit Call me Jack Kevorkian I spit hat tricks hits back to back Then come back in a black DeLorean Matter fact got more chicks then Jack Tripper in a mattress, they practice they addlibs like (Yeah Yeah) this aint madness Madness is Marshall Mathers in a Christmas Padgett I don't even know what crack is Wanna clash with a titan bet's release the Cracken The Bandwagon is equipped with magnets Even in the North Pole my shit's attractive. Chours