back at your door Why do you do this to me? You penetrate right through me Every time I wind up back at your door Every time I wind up back at your door
like why you act like that to me and walk right back mike jack to me every time we fall out ill throw yo ass out but you just end up boomeranging back
, where we at? And we back up in the building And we coming with a scorcher Y'all already know who it is, it's Busta Bust and Travis Barker Back to the
bitches Oh, I know you can I know you that's why we gonna do it Daz on the beat Hey Daz, nigga stop fuckin' around with the piano nigga Just drop that
though Before you get tossed like a forward lateral We never tattle, let God handle that Or let the mob handle that, No soprano Half Black, half white Im a piano
I'll be takin' it slow Never missin' a spot, yes Caressing your back we're chest to chest She's kissing on my freckles I nibbled around your ears Before
cigars with the lah Nigga come on, even Jesus was stoned before receivin' the throne I send a rest in peace to Nina Simone [Busta Rhymes] Back in the
GO! International rap For the leader of the rat pack Who's back for more Back back back He's equipped with gats And more artillery than what I had before
back, violently take a nap Promise you got something, Lord, that I honor you Blow your lil' head off while you're tying your shoe But back in the kitchen
In the crib on this rainy day, I'm chilling Glass pianos and Portuguese drapes, hang from the ceiling Persian rugs, Moroccan sofas I walk to the house
s feeding on in the possible She blushes as I kept splashing her compliments Polite thank yous is all around she crush the mints Developments, smooth keys from the piano
clappin Big barrels, heavy ammo, man the mammal Packed in commando, rapidly practice supreno Crack my fingers on pianos I torture you with orchestra tackle on your back
page What before the first bar was written A first verse was spittin', before label execs was bullshittin' Way back when aunty Leann aunt Mimi And aunt
inside of me Never try to be something you not- and don't lie to me Ebony and ivory Keys on my piano playin' Tryin' to test some music, but the rhythm
flexin and expecting me to wanna flow I don't play that the only way that i will be playin as if I pay back you wanna play back so what you sayin You
something to eat So we went to a house on Rampart Street We knocked on the door and it opened with ease And a lush little Miss said, "Come in, please" Before
ain't gone play with this shit, same label and shit Like brothers, different mothers, but we twins in this shit Like piano keys, two junkies, we'll be right back
sittin' real big And it ain't no returns at the coffee shop Man, I make that paper stack up at my coffee shop One hit and they'll be back to the coffee
