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?.