Busta Rhymes, Rick Ross - Master Fard Muhammad Lyrics

Have mercy for the spirits still prayin' for me
Times are 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 captures let me know that you ain't tell somethin'
Middle school, bitches used to call me Bruce Bruce
Now it's stretch Maybachs in the coupes too (Maybachs)
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 seizure, told her April fools
Fuck a lawsuit, bitch I'm tryna make the news
Master Mohammed sold silk goin' door to door
Givin' knowledge to the brothers that wanted more
We a nation of brothers such a wonderful force
Go straight to the Quran if you wanted source
I know God so proud, you becoming the boss
Cold world with the flows, keep a nigga wrong
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)

Look at my Piguet yo, it's about that time
Light sparkle off my jewelry, it's about that shine
Money bust out of every pocket, it's about that grind
A schoolin' dude, especially when a nigga third eye blind
Can't give a fuck about what's yours
Only concerned about 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 past pages
I journey through a jungle aligned, so unscathed
Until I speakin' tongues when I visit my aunt's grave
And hustle like a genius with strength of my mans slave
It gets deeper while singing this praise, walk with me now
I bless the hood while I keep 'em them harder
Unconditional love is a daughters love for a father
In dream flying through the clouds on the planes that I charter
And documented moments, time becomin' a martyr
While I merge through corporations expandin' a little larger now
For the sole purpose, my people can all eat
Through the desperate folks, occupying at Wall Street
But I'm torn in the studio, givin' you all heat
They may think 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 smelling blow 'em out, functioning in the mental
With baggage through the mud that they draggin' until they settle
I ration up success 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 its 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
Especially 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 momma for safe keepin'
Hahaha, wow

Let me hear that shit again son

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
Motherfucker everybody talkin' about
Busta Rhymes
Bussabuss, the man you trust
In Bust, we trust
Ash to the ashes, dust to dust
The only nigga we trust is Bussabuss