Look Who - Clinton Sparks, Busta Rhymes

I’m tired of tellin' these niggas I’m comin'

Busta Rhymes bitch, Flipmode bitch

Some nigga sniped on my roof at buildings, it’s silly

So many big guns when they pull out a dock in a city

She don’t wanna fuck around, it don’t make sense tryin'

It’s like fightin' someone who believes there’s rewards in dyin'

Nigga look like he a little can’t front like he hard

Actin' tough like he Lil Ze from City of God

Nigga front, I’ll let the bullets stray and split up your arm

With so many shots that’ll follow, shit could ruin a farm

When i see the police come I stash my own gat

Before i have to do it, you should trash your own rap

Hang 'em til' they’re drip dry, harness 'em up

And let they bitches give me dick jobs 'n polish me up

Why act tough?

you don’t have the ability, son

I take your shine like a bitch i took virginity from

You da type that regularly deal with supidity, done

That make me grab utility belt for utility gun

Bus-a-Bus, Flipmode/Aftermath Bitch

Aftermath/Flipmode faggot, you know how we do

My niggas be happy with guns, they be poppin' at random

I’ma mash on niggas til they sick of me, run

I’ma mash on niggas til they sick of me, run

I’ma mash on niggas til they sick of me, run

When it come to reppin' tha block I’m the epitome *Rewind*

Come and see the way niggas conspire, try to get rid of me from

Up outta the game, can’t be serious, you kiddin' me, won

Die slow and ask your man

It wasn’t meant, but you shoulda never said shit to me, money

Once the homocide detective get to chalkin' around

And leave the witnesses fucked up or shot talkin' about it

Bus-a-Bus, Flipmode/Aftermath Bitch

Aftermath/Flipmode faggot, you know how we do

My niggas be happy with guns, they be poppin' at random

Aftermath/Flipmode faggot, you know how we do

My niggas be happy with guns, they be poppin' at random

Some nigga sniped on my roof at buildings, it’s silly

So many big guns when they pull out a dock in a city

She don’t wanna fuck around, it don’t make sense tryin'

It’s like fightin' someone who believeS there’s rewards in dyin'

Nigga look like he a little, can’t front like he hard

Actin' tough like he Lil Ze from City of God

Nigga front, I’ll let the bullets stray and split up your arm

With so many shots that’ll follow, shit could ruin a farm

When i see the police come I stash my own gat

Before i have to do it, you should trash your own rap

Hang 'em til' they’re drip dry, harness 'em up

And let they bitches give me dick jobs 'n polish me up

Why act tough?

you don’t have the ability, son

I take your shine like a bitch i took virginity from

You da type that regularly deal with supidity, done

That make me grab utility belt for utility gun