On Top

I’ll be on top yeah
I’ll be on job and I’ll put it on guard
They know they aint stoppin me
Do the thing and it gets done properly
Known for my honesty
Not so much for my modesty
What’s my policy
No remorse, no apology
I am the wickedest
Hungry, show me where the dinner is
First place podium finishes
Man, when I chat about send, deliver it
Man, when I chat about work that they don’t do
Not a joke if the man than approach you
Act like you know where they is when I roll through
Let me go back to the start
On job, on job, no days off now I won’t stop
Nonstop drop fire, but I don’t drop
That’s why a rudeboy is on top
I was in a trap with a stack, stacky
The boy they can’t rap, tacky
They love to chat but what, wassy
What can they get caught wack, wacky
They man don’t wanna buck, bucky
They man pushin’ their luck, lucky
Watch when I take thor stuff, stuffy
Clap my neck till they dance, puffy
I was in a chat with the pack, package
Your ting come for the mack, mackage
Chat don’t still I caught luck, luggage
Watch it come like my ego, massive
Active aggression, no it’s not passive
When I catch that boy, turn cabbage
Make it act bob like nuddy, don’t like bobbys
Pitch side robby



Where did you go
Where did you go ho
Where did you go
Turn around
Where did you go

So antisocial
I don’t give a fuck if it’s global
Limited space in my circle
How many times have I told you
Toxic with the iatry so I spend bad vibes on a circuit
Rude boy ting and I never in the mood to save you
What wrong and what’s happening
That why we step on man and on my nike
Got money of a long life road
On tour for the show
New flat for the group
Surveillance on point with a new telescope and
Tell me what gwan ninja
Big 4, 5 in the palm minja
Killers on bricks, the man on the west
East, man outta magwinja

Where did you go

Are you gonna drop the mic and do fiction
Man wanna chat about road today but
When road comes to life they go missing
When road comes to life they turn victim
Nickelman, leave that knife in your mommy's kitchen
You don’t go after all
You don’t wanna have to deal with the aftermath
There no few ways out and I start the puff
Not a smoking ting when I spark the graf
Keep your eyes and ears to yourself
Being an observant is bad for yourself
And sharing to much is bad for your health
But we love to shine
We bust down watches and we buster nine
What’s yours is ours but mine is mine
Break your neck if you touch it, Busta Rhymes



Where did you go
Where did you go ho
Where did you go
Turn around
Where did you go