National Treasure

National Treasure — Busta Rhymes

We gotta dance nigga
Niggas, do your successful
Dance rNational Treasure
Busta Rhymes

We gotta dance, nigga
Niggas, do your successful
Dance right now
Bitches, come dance with
Successful niggas
Let's go
Yeah
Shit
Yeah
Yeah
Look

Back as the nicest
Everything about me at this
Moment is only the cause of crisis
Better protect this national treasure
Only because I'm priceless
Like the score, will Peter Roll you
I only come pair of dices
You get it you like
Dices Yeah
Try to refrain from
Shit
Tryna
Be more righteous
Fuck that it's dragon season
I'ma cut you up into slices
I'm back to simple shit more than
Likely to shift the climates
Motherfucker, you's a pest little jester
Smack your highness

Infect just like a germ and I'll
Quickly attack the sinus
A vision is forgiven of
Those who be the blindest
Little mindless motherfuckers
And those who thought they
Could try this (hah)
Now die with all the rest of my
Foes and then rewind this huh
Select them niggas' bearers
Then toast to those that I ride with
And while we're killin' you all with
Kindness hah
Dependin' on the victim
There's a difference in
All the prices huh
Know everything 'bout your
Children and where your wife is

Pull up and knock you off
Leave your body until your life slip
Put the squeeze on you niggas
Tighten you like a vice grip uh-huh
Then eat a meal at Mastro's
'fore I bounce leave a nice tip
(let me leave a nice tip
Even before that I probably
Take a nice sip
Of that Louis shorty kissin
Me with her nice lips
She walk in front the god
While I'm watchin' her nice hips
Enough of that, back to
Fuckin' uhp every night bitch
Yes I got that heroin that's
Givin' the fiends a nice itch

That demon time I get wicked
Like poltergeist,shit
Triathlete how I ride the
Beat like a cyclist
Murder niggas with these bars
Like I'm cuttin em with a
Knife quick oh,shit
Benjamin Button, young
Bus is back don't you like this
When youre strong in the
Feeling no need to even write this
From the era of soundin'
Like yourself please don't
Even bite this
A prophet, prophesize the
Predictions like I'm a psychic
I fuck your bitch even if she
Be actin a
Lil dykish

It's tough love,I continue to beat
You niggas with guidance
'Fore I feed the street the smell I add seasoning and some spices
Uh-huh
My style been always next
Level, never needed a stylist
I never needed 'em
Accept this loan so you can stop
Actin' so fuckin' childish
Aggressive with the spit
I ain't never stoppin' the violence
Done gave you niggas heat like
I gave the street on consignment

Dodge a bitch nigga like
Potholes while whippin
Without a license
And torture niggas bad like
I'm rippin' your fuckin' eyelids
And leave a legacy so lethal
They talk about shit that I did
We had 'em throwin' couches
Like niggas knew the assignment
Then I blanked and dropped the
Microphone leavin' the room in silence