Busta Rhymes - THE RETURN OF MANSA MUSA Lyrics

Yeah
Push on his chest and see if he breathe
I called the ambulance already, um
Jesus
Bus'

It's the return of Mansa Musa (mm-hm)
Game changin' shit for the future (okay)
Shout my nigga Swizz the producer (aw)
He got 'em hollerin' again like a rooster
Take a couple pull off my hookah (that's right)
Couple bottles, let them chill in the cooler (yeah)
Talk tough on your computer
You don't want me callin' my shooter, probably throw you off the roof, bruh
My bitch'll turn you into stone like Medusa (voodoo)
Rob a nigga shorty, a booster (oh yeah)
My warriors be moving like troopers
Most you corny niggas is putas
While I f*ck the bad bitch on house in a booster (Yeah)
With pretty young friends, but shorty a cougar (okay)
I'm the father of this shit, you a junior, everything about me super

Gun blazing, I'm a soldier
From Accra to Nova Scotia
Run home, go tell your mother
Go home, go tell your father
Crown me now, I'm a warrior
I'm a warrior
Run home, go tell your mother
Go home, go tell your father

I'ma tell you what I'm gon' do
Set it off when I'm on the left
Set it off when I'm on the right
I'ma take this bitch down tonight
The head honcho
Partyin' like we down in the Congo
Shit, like she only like hearing the bongos
Charter the private to Morocco
We be doing this shit a lot though
Shorty back of the private feeding me Roscoe's
Full up a nigga like a pot roast
She love my fragrance, way it flowed up in her nostrils
Just hit 'em with another combo
F*ck the talk, let's get back to the money pronto
Sniff all this coke and get a snot nose
This warrior leaving shorty at the Le Montrose

Gun blazing, I'm a soldier
From Accra to Nova Scotia
Run home, go tell your mother
Go home, go tell your father
Crown me now, I'm a warrior
I'm a warrior
Run home, go tell your mother
Go home, go tell your father

Ayy, ayy, ayy, jeez
Ayy, ayy, ayy, jeez
Jeez, jeez, damn
Bus', goddamn
Whoa, whoa
Damn
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