[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Hehe, it feels good being back on my bullshit, n***a
I Bullshit You Not
Let's make a movie ’bout it now
Yeah!
I think y'all gon' need to get some popcorn and some nachos and cheese, and French fries for this one
Heh!

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Look
See, if I was Scarface, I’d act a fool, n***a
I probably kill Manny if he fucked my sister too, n***a
Real live gangsta shit, no gimmicks
I repeat, and he told a n***a "family was off limits"
Back in the days, when I would let a n***a in my houses and
Would have killed Mickey Bond if I knew he'd snitch on all the council men
If I was Wayne Perry I'd put your body in a cooler
'Specially if you gave me up after being your main shooter
Frank Lucas ran a enterprise, engineering was structural
Hundred millions a year, the profit margin was wonderful
Swimmin' in that bread, see the diamonds we had was colourful
They should've killed his cousin for snitching
He knew he was dysfunctional
Aw, man, I tell n***as every time
And I'm so grateful that none of them situations is mines
'Cause after I finish killin’ them n***as, then bounce in the hooptie
I write about them n***as and put they ass in a movie
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes & Uncle Murda]
Nah, nah-nah (Yeah!)
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah (Uncle Murda, Busta Rhymes)
(And we got a lot of shit for streets, Murda!)
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah(Yeah, Bus, I like how this thing sound)
(And I like to see how you back on your bullshit too, n***a)
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah (Hahaha, ohh! You know a lot of situations transpire here, we need to get this right, them shits in a movie script, and make movies out of this shit)
Nah, nah, nah, nah

[Verse 2: Uncle Murda]
I be feelin’ like Marlo when I get a n***a hit up
When I hit a n***a myself, I feel like Bishop
Old Dogs that killed Kane, that's how I feel
He was actin’ like a bitch when the China man got killed (He was shook!)
Earhead wanna ride for his cousin
If n***as ain't make him he wouldn't have did nothin' (Wouldn’t, though)
He be havin' flashbacks of lookin' down a barrel
In the crib, like, "damn, n***as killed my cousin Avril" (Cryin' to Jacob)
He ain't paid in full, ayy, he was a sucker
I don't respect him, he ain't love miss like a brother (And he was soft)
In the [?], why he ain't killed Rego?
And steady lyin', [?], he gave him up to the people (Sucker move)
And I'ma fresh the little Spanish n***a who wouldn't shut up
I knew he was gon' get killed, he talk to much (Knew it)
Been in my life, the movies is average
Make a movie on me, guaranteed street classic (Buss a mansion)
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Nah, nah-nah (Oh yeah!)
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah (I always liked goin' to the movies when I was small)
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah-nah (I like makin' movies out of some of you, funny motherfuckers out here, too, hehe)
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah-nah
(Back on my bullshit)
Nah, nah, nah

[Outro: Busta Rhymes]
Better get back on your bullshit
Hehehehe...
'Cause I'll make a movie out yo' ass if you ain't back on your bullshit, n***a