[Chorus: computer voice]. Games, you don't have to play, games with me girl. You, know, how, I feel. Ohh games, you don't have to play, games with me girl.
Glamour life style baby, bottle the rocks. Lose the ice, 100 mil kid, money, money, money, mo. Platinum status, yeah, what up, what up?. Stick around.
Yeah yeah, watch us turn it up for y'all. Tight broads watchin'. The Guru, the great 'Dat X, and Big L. Flamboyant for life. . Check it, a year ago I did a show for some dough.
[master p]. Uhhhhh!. Ha ha.. Big ed, full blooded, and mystikal.. Whether it's in the bed with the hoes on these streets we go to war.. . [big ed]. The battles begun heavy kissing on the front line.
[fiend]. Whomp! whomp!. . Direct to all surviours on the battlefield. Let's hustle up, get blunted up and test you, what the fuck?. Muscle up, it's very crazy, for all the killings.
...It ain't all about money. (coughing). Oh shit. man, what you still doin around her benzino?. Man. you got everything goin for you. yea aight. You got the cars.
Intro:. In the poor people's corner coming out of the heart of the ghetto. Weighing in at 165 1/2 pounds are you ready to rumble. I'm ready, are you ready fe de new millenium.
Intro. Sho bi doubi doubi do bong skeng. sho bi dee dabba doubi doubi. sho bi do bong skeng. Sho bi doubi doubi do bong skeng. sho bi dee Babycham a tell them.
Ok, we got the Birdman in the building. We got Killa in the building. We got Young Weezy in the building. . Nigga, it's B.M, J.R, Weezy, baby. Tryna see him, naw, he need to even eighty.
Intro: Nas. . Gimme, just gimme, for the NYC. Gimme what you can't get back. Gimme, why don't you gimme the world. Gimme what you can't get back, for the five burroughs.
I'm your director. It's gettin' deep. . Yeah, special. Tonight is gon' be special, that's real. You're talkin' good. I can hear every word you sayin' to me.
I know some people might not understand me. And might not go number one or wit a Grammy but uh. I done done the lovin', I done done the touchin'. All the kissin' and huggin' baby you know it's nothin'.
Busta Rhymes and Angie Martinez. Sippin on martinis. Check it out now, check it out now, c'mon, c'mon. . Now let's take it from the gutter to the fancy shit, c'mon.
What's this?. Dear Angie. I know we've been together a long time, boo. But I'm writing this letter 'cuz. I really couldn't face you like. It's kinda ill.
Uh, yeah. It's like, I don't know what to do. I mean, what should I do?. Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah. . See I've got lil' secret. But I don't think I could keep it.
Oh shh. Yo Jon-John this track is crazy. You know how I do. Brown town, Roc-A-Fella. . Where my ballers at? Where my thugs at?. Where my fellows at?. Where my Coins at? Where my bitches at?.