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czar (remix) - busta rhymes lyrics

[intro]
czar is a title used to designate supreme rulers
it is known as to be equivalent to king
or to be somewhat between a royal
an imperial rank
the last person to have worn the title czar

[verse 1: busta rhymes, lil fame]
look, they don’t get it (haha)
now, watch a n*gga set it, they never comin’ to shred it
with rubies all under my rings like there ain’t no present
i’m tired of talking to n*ggas that get no credit (oh)
you get no debit (oh), watch the way we improve
hate the way that we move
we need a whole second (what’s up?) to talk about you n*ggas
you need a new helmet (haha)
crash dummies you n*ggas you need a new exit
and whip a private plane, getting head from the flight attendant
i got ’em all like the navy seals [?] air force
[?]
private flyin’ a plane and make him change course
i don’t play sports, [?] claim [?]
now, n*ggas gonna learn and brown n*ggas with the fire
n*ggas respect me and chill and go make more records with mariah
they only gonna give us some more, take my n*ggas on tour
if you n*ggas unsure, i’ma give you the raw
watch the way we sweep up sh*t, peep the way we clean em sh*t
classic album is present, hate the way we heat up sh*t
masterpiece project [?] beat up sh*t
[?] keep f*ckin’ with us [?] speak up b*tch
[chorus: busta rhymes]
so far, shawties throw they bra
and i need the lighter to light the perfect cigar
brand new jet (jet), brand new car (car)
leader of the new sh*t (brra), brand new czar (czar)

[post*chorus: ?, ? & busta rhymes]
blast on forbes, blast get frozed
do that boy ugly, cash get closed
spazz on fours, remind these n*ggas
[?] time, flat line these n*ggas
[?] ain’t [?], the game ain’t fair
can you remember who gives a f*ck? my name ain’t care
brand new stalls, brand new bars
with the leader of the new school, brand new czar

[verse 2: ??]
brand new everythin’, ‘cept for the bop
new leader of the old school, brand new glock
i’m with brownsville, three hundred, let it pop
how cornelius in the shoe, ape sh*t, ah, ah, ah
how connected to the shooters who influence [?]
[?] of the rape game, this is seat belt music
gave him the head, train him to the vets
give him a trumpet, ram him with the [?] (vroom)
[chorus: busta rhymes]
so far, shawties throw they bra
and i need the lighter to light the perfect cigar
brand new jet (jet), brand new car (car)
leader of the new sh*t (brra), brand new czar (czar)
(uh, uh, uh, uh)

[verse 3: ???, lil fame]
we outside (oh), you run hive (oh)
watch us ride, watch who dive (oh)
everything move (oh), everything [?] (oh)
dang these fools, then we take they juuls (oh)
straight to the top wit it, these n*ggas not wit it
first n*gga pop wit it, first to get drop wit it
busta back to back, uh, we go [?] for [?]
leader of this trap
busta what we doing? these n*ggas be losing
we be making movies and these [?] be stupid
we running the city, uh
signing all these titties but i still be moving gritty
wish i could bring pop back, let the glock clap (grrah)
let the glock clap (grrah), let the glock clap (grrah)
step up in the building (oh) [?] (oh)
leader of the new sh*t (oh), i’m the young czar

[chorus: busta rhymes]
so far, shawties throw they bra
and i need the lighter to light the perfect cigar
brand new jet (jet), brand new car (car)
leader of the new sh*t (brra), brand new czar (czar)
[outro: busta rhymes, lil fame]
light switch off (oh), cuban link cross (oh)
the shine bright up the evening, diamonds criss*cross (oh)
if you ain’t out here to find it, time to get lost
in case you n*ggas ain’t know

- busta rhymes lyrics

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