เนื้อเพลง Czar (Remix) - Busta Rhymes

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

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 in the Air Force
(Take chains off, everything off)
Private flyin' a plane and make him change course
I don't play sports, Your whole claim false
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 up sh*t
Classic album is present, peep the way we heat up sh*t
Masterpiece project peep the way a n*gga beat up sh*t
If you think n*ggas think you f*ckin' with us better speak up b*tch

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)

Blast on foes, blast get frozed
Do that boy ugly, casket closed
Spazz on fours, remind these n*ggas
Homie its gat time, flat line these n*ggas
Fame ain't fair, the game ain't fair
If you google who gives a f*ck, my name ain't there
Brand new stalls, brand new bars
With the leader of the new school, brand new Czar

Brand new everything, 'cept for the bop
New leader of the old school, brand new Glock
I'm with Brownsville, three hundred hoe, let it pop
I'm Cornelius in the Zoo, ape sh*t, ah, ah, ah
I'm connected to the shooters who influence
You lames in the rap game, this is seat belt music
Gave him the hit, chain him to a fence
Give him a trumpets, ram him with the Buick (Vroom)

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)

We outside (Oh), you run hide (Oh)
Watch us ride, watch you die (Oh)
Everything new (Oh), everything bool (Oh)
Bang these fools, then we take they jewels (Oh)
Straight to the top wit it, these n*ggas not wit it
First n*gga pop wit it, first to get dropped wit it
Busta back to back, uh, we go strap for strap
Leader of this trap
Busta what we doing? These n*ggas be losing
We be making movies and these jewels 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) buy the whole bar (Oh)
Leader of the new sh*t (Oh), I'm the young Czar (young Czar)

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)

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