Lyrics Final Hour - Busta Rhymes , Hodgy

Niggas riding waves and riding bitches
Niggas riding waves and riding bitches
Take the [drugs] out my system, replace 'em with prisms
I'm sick as [?], I'm seeing symptons
[?] records, ain't no sipping
I been smoking hail Mary's, fuck them ninjas
While these niggas riding waves and riding bitches
Niggas riding waves and riding bitches
Find me on my final hour being a bachellor
I'm taking hip-hop in the hand
And my plan is to love and look after her
My duty's to kill causing havoc massacres
Extra protection man, wrap it up
I'm still alive cause I got that drive to kill all the passengers
[?] and walk away afterwards
Fresher than that ain't nobody
No, no, no, no
Fresher than that ain't nobody
No, no, no
Fresher than that ain't nobody
No, no, no, no
Fuck it bring in the noise
Now we're bringing the noise
I'm singing with the joy while they call in the boys
Can't call on the man so they call on the boy
You can't call your boys they took off and deploy
Unloyal, turmoil, two things I avoid
Two things I destroy (destroy)
I cut that shit out like it sat in my chair, I'm a barber at Floyd's
Cut me out then I'm coming back just like a keloid
I'm observing like I'm the fly on the wall nigga, Pink Floyd
Temptation on a highway, on a highway
No hesitation
If there's an issue I could pull up in your driveway
You [?] nigga
Hodgy, tell them niggas shut up nigga
[?] one up nigga
If you ain't got your one up nigga
It's all good, you better put your gun up nigga
Take that, t-t-t-take that
C-c-cock back clap back
Like we running on that am-track
I got so much money
While you niggas buy cars, I [?]
Relapse back to and I use the wrong niggas like I really flashback
[?] feel it again [?] it's getting realer again
We got 'em frustrated [?] kill 'em again
Hope you niggas [?]
[?] open your blinds up
Got a little kush you could grind up
With a new bad bitch and she a one of a kind slut
[?] the towel
[?] I be locking it down
[?] you could give me my crown (Give me my shit)
[?] control shit
And we [?] you know we on a roll bitch
Little mama got her hand down, you could hold quick
No preparations on the highway
If there's a destination, I'm gon' pull up in your driveway
You [?] nigga
We don't fall for temptation (No)
Contemplation hesitation
We call [?] experiences some inspiration
I'm not waiting in line, nigga time to wait in
I'm Franklin in GTA when I'm going instantly insane
I end up [?] rather be wasted than bust it though
She bust it open when she touch her toes
Touch me, I'ma [?]
Electrocute her like [?]
I got my spoon in her gumbo
Smoking super bowl at the rose bowl cause I [?]
Your opinion's irrelevant
I am the room, I stepped into the elephant
Money first nigga, the pussy the predicate
Pussy the antonym, you
It's fucking relevant, get this shit, fuck it we're celibate
Fuck it then sell it quick
I just be [?] saving you the embarrassment
I'm drawing way back to the source, my immediate heritage
Who is gonna stop me?
What the main fucking question is
Hey, hey, hey, hey
I'm on my way [?]