Psycho lyrics

by

Busta Rhymes


[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Somebody about to be punished
Rest in peace to my n*gga Izzy
Rest in peace to my n*gga J Dilla
Rest in peace to my n*gga J Dilla
Rest in peace to my n*gga J Dilla
Love y'all n*ggas man
Watch what I do when honoring y'all name
Streets feel me!

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
I'm nice with the lead peel your edges like slices of bread
Precise, become a poltergeist, stickin' knives inside of your head
What's the issue, on a roll, like a roll of toilet you tissue
I continue to expose you n*ggas that's so superficial
I script you your obituary then blow like a missile
Once I blow the whistle, motherf*ck may the forces be with you
Come with a style, I'm wildin', pile up my money so kosher
Then call up the sofa f*ckin' b*tches in back of the rover
Then bounce with the coca, bag up b*tches outside of the Costa Rica area level, my features and carry my posters
[pause] n*ggas can't f*ck with me
Unprecedented, I cemented, you changing your flow up
While helping you grow up, n*ggas know you for sounding so tore up
Challenging n*ggas, better hold on to your banister n*ggas
f*ck around I'll stuff your body parts into canisters n*ggas
Like you don't know the half, I'll bust your motherf*ckin' ass
Busta Buss, Cass, and Papoose is f*ckin' psychopaths
[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
Making n*ggas wanna get hype yo, PSYCHO [x8]

[Verse 2: Cassidy]
My n*gga beside me with triggers and n*ggas get bodied
I lock a strip and chop a brick like I'm Mr. Miyagi
But this ain't karate, I been sick since I p*ssed in a potty
I probably been proper since my papa put di*k in my mommy
I'm a cannon man
Holdin' the hammer man
For the loot n*ggas shoot n*ggas like a camera man
Snappin' a picture, you get stuck like the back of a sticker
I got bars like the factory manufacturing snickers
And I do crimes for the bread like croutons
With two nines I be layin' clowns down like futon's
With the bullets in the rocket, my pocket's is full of cream
I'm blowin' steam, keep the steel in my hands like wolverine
[Busta: Congratulations on the track Cass. Welcome home n*gga!]
Poppin' the metal, you n*ggas is not on my level
I'm locking the kettle man, i'm hot like a pot and a kettle
On the mic i spaz, who get as hype as cass
And my n*gga busta, we some muthaf*cking psychopath's

[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
Making n*ggas wanna get hype yo, PSYCHO [x8]
[Verse 3: Papoose]
I'm an iceberg trapped in a fire I won't melt
I'm a fetus that survived an abortion, I won't be killed
I'm the heart of Brooklyn, New York, I'm Bedstuy
I'm a christian woman's hand on the bible I won't lie
I'm the code of silence in the Gotti crew
I'm an empty mag right after a shootout, I just bodied you
Got something sup? shotgun pump, shot at you
Like kamakaze through, your baby mom's feel the wop c*ck back
Cause she was sittin' on my lap
I stay with the oowop strap
I put your baby daddy in a body bag
When I squeeze and let the wop clap
I Baghdad(Bag That) like Iraq
[Papoose: Hold up lemme put my gun down. Busta Rhymes: Ayo I know they trying to figure out what you got going on Pap]
This is my era, you n*ggas is losers
I'm the new era(error) like a mistake on your computer
Got the infrared dot, bustin' you gullible suckers too
Put a dot on your ass like www

[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
Making n*ggas wanna get hype yo, PSYCHO [x8]
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