Lyrics:
Busta Rhymes Match The Name With The Voice

O's, N's, why's this is just a tease before my album No bum is out, I'm out to parlay you Fritos One chip off the block, so bust it down, bust the sound

energy of solar With thug niggaz wit names like Bullet Head and Cobra Street niggaz be feelin' the nights gettin' cold, the rock Bear skin furs like Australian polar Hang

their names on the stomach of your pregnant spouse I shall leave you wit dat Bib from qb Boys in black And foul attitudes to match Verse 4: busta rhymes

repeat after me I'm a G-Unit toy soldier On Sesame street doing voice overs Bitch ass ***** need a rhyme dictionary, to rehearse his lines Sound like Oscar the Grouch, with them nursery rhymes

shogun, explosion when my pen hits tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics I inspect you, through the future see millenium Killa B's sold fifty gold, sixty platinum, Shackling the matches with

me I'm a G-Unit toy soldier On Sesame street doing voice overs Bitch ass nigga need a rhyme dictionary, to rehearse his lines Sound like Oscar the Grouch, with them nursery rhymes

the system with no speakers on it And still know that it's all there with the features on it Like them Cadillacs with woofers and them tweeters on it

me I'm a G-Unit toy soldier On Sesame street doing voice overs Bitch ass nigga need a rhyme dictionary, to rehearse his lines Sound like Oscar the Grouch, with them nursery rhymes

They no style with no metaphor, no voice to speak Melle Mel had the best rhymes, rankin with Caz Kool Moe tried to get down, but I made him sit down with