Busta Rhymes feat. Rick Ross - Master Fard Muhammad

[Verse 1: Rick Ross] Have mercy for the spirits still prayin' for me Times hard, so forgive me if I smell funny Sleeping in cars, it be real with no hotel money Louis Vuitton, you just get it 'cause your man want it Pictures and captions let me know that you will tell somethin' Middle school, bitches used to call me Bruce Bruce Now it's stretch Maybachs and the coupes, too (Maybach) Like jewels, I'm just tryna pack a deuce-deuce Diplomats, Arabic how I'm makin' my moves Road to riches, fuckin' bitches in my favorite shoes She thought I had a seizurе, told her April fools Fuck a lawsuit, bitch I'm tryna make the nеws Master Mohammed sold silks goin' door to door Givin' knowledge to the brothers fed who wanted more We a nation of brothers, such a wonderful force Go straight to the Quran if you wanted the source I know God so proud you becoming the boss Cold world with the flows, keep a nigga raw We was sleepin' on the floors when they used to storm I just wanna get a home for my only mom This a dream to make her proud of her only son This a dream to make her proud of her only son Make her proud of her only son This a dream to make her proud of her only son And I'm number one (Maybach Music) [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] Look at my Piguet, yo, it's about that time Light sparkle off my jewelry, it's about that shine Money bust out every pocket, it's about that grind I school them dudes, especially when a nigga third eye blind Can't give a fuck about what's yours, only concerned 'bout mine's, nigga They steerin' like all of this hypnosis it's heavy If looks could kill, I'd probably die countless deaths already Gillette razor-sharp shooter, shootin' star like a comet Swag gave birth to millions like Master Fard Muhammad, boss Lookin' relaxed like I don't wanna be bothered I thank God for the blessings of paths paved As I journey through a jungle of lions so unscathed Until I speak in tongues when I visit my aunt's grave And hustle like a genius with strength of a man's slave It gets deeper while he's singing his praise, walk with me now I bless the hood while I keep on bangin' 'em harder Unconditional a love as a daughter's love for her father And dream, flying through the clouds on the planes that I charter And documentin' moments in time, becomin' a martyr While I merge, the corporation's expandin' a little larger now For the sole purpose, my people can all eat Through the desperate folks occupying up Wall Street But I'm torn while in the studio, givin' you all heat And their ignorance is bliss, busy they saying' they born street On their hands and knees just like they walkin' on four feet Damn, look what they really turnin' us into A savage smellin' blood while malfunctionin' in the mental With baggage through the mud that they draggin' until they settle I ration up success when I'm sniffin' a rose petal If you violate the truth, your body with feel the metal Listen to these words with the power to fuel rockets Just in the same time it's so perfect for me drop this It's getting to the point where they beggin' the kid to stop it It's hard to honor such requests when you're bathin' in profit Witness shit I said that's come to pass they calling my prophet, lord Special how I touch the people when I'm speakin' So precious like a moment of watchin' a baby sleepin' Infectious like opponents that's always catchin' a beatin' From journeys that I travel and missions I be completin' Put the mic down and leave it with mama for safe keepin' [Interlude: Busta Rhymes] Hahahaha, wow (Wow) Let me hear that shit again, son [Outro: Chris Rock] Take notes! Write it down, get a pad Learn motherfuckers, learn from a god emcee Ain't too many left That's right, there's only a few out there, y'all Motherfucker, everybody talkin' 'bout Busta Rhymes Bussa-Bust, a man you trust In Bust we trust Ashes to ashes and dust to dust The only nigga we trust is Bussa-Buss