When Disaster Strikes... — текст песни (Busta Rhymes f Spliff Star)

* appears in the -1:30 before Get Off My Block

[Spliff Star (Busta Rhymes)]
(What?) Check it, what, ha. (Noooooo!) Ha! Ha-ha, ha! (Hey!) Yeah.
(I don`t care! What?! What?! Uhhh...)

It`s the musical felon, the black John Lennon
who keep the gat between the brief and the denim
The way the world is headed, I can see how it`s endin`
but I`m gonna get this paper from now to armageddon
My mental`s too strict, my squad is too thick,
I fucked up and slipped but I quickly caught a grip
Since my man put me on, (Eh-heh.) I took another route
I`m wreckin` shows you know from here to over South
Them mothafuckas know exactly talkin` about
Spliff Star, see me on MTV
Fuck that! I`m comin` to gain on Soul Train
Now I`m gettin` paid like that nigga Damon Wayans
Fuck that! No more stress on the brain!
Fuck that! No more sellin` cocaine!
I`m out there, I`m out there on the radio
Catch me in the video doin` my thing
Still smokin` crucial bang
Just came off my P-O (Yo!)
I`m in my basement writin` `nough flow
That`s right, my fuckin` brain`s open
Got you jealous niggas on the sides slopin`
Smell the weed I`m totin`
It`s stink like skunks, I`m beatin` down you punks
Now shut the fuck up! (`K up! `K up! `K up...)

[Busta Rhymes]
Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo, what the-what the fuck is goin` on in my shit?! Ayyo,
Spliff Star! How the fuck you up in my shit, got your fuckin` songs on my LP,
nigga? Nigga, we know your shit comin` out in `98, mothafucka! Have patience!
Mawfucka tryin` to bogart space on my LP...