[Intro]

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

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes & Lil Fame]

Look, they don't get it (Uh-huh)

Now watch a nigga set it, you know I'm comin' to shred it

With rubies all on my rings like Thanos present

I'm tired of talking to niggas 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 new niggas, you need a new helmet (Uh-huh)

Crash dummies, you niggas, you need a new exit

And whip a private plane, getting head from the flight attendant

I got a mob like the Navy SEALs and the Air Force

Take chains off, (Oh) everything off (Oh)

Pilot flyin' the plane, we make him change course (Oh)

I don't play sports, (Oh) your whole claim false (Oh)

Now niggas gon' learn and now brown niggas with the fire

Niggas beg me to chill and go make more records with Mariah

They wanna give us some more, take my niggas on tour

If you niggas unsure, (Let's go) I'ma give you the raw

Watch the way we sweep up shit, peep the way we clean up shit

Classic album is present, peep the way we heat up shit

Masterpiece project, peep the way a nigga beat up shit

If you niggas think you fuckin' with us – better speak up, bitch

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

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 shit (Brra), brand new Czar (Czar)

[Verse 2: Lil Fame with Busta Rhymes]

Blast on foes, (Oh) blast, get frozed (Oh)

Do that boy ugly, casket closed (Oh)

Spazz on foes, remind these niggas (Oh)

Homie, it's gat time, flatline these niggas (Oh)

Fame ain't fair, (Oh) the game ain't fair (Oh)

If you Google "who give a fuck" – my name ain't there (Oh)

Brand new stars, (Oh) brand new bars

With the Leader Of The New School, brand new Czar

[Verse 3: Billy Danze & Lil Fame]

Brand new everything, 'cept for the bop

New leader of the old school, brand new Glock

I'm with Brownsville 300, (Hoo) let it pop

I'm Cornelius in the Zoo, ape shit (Ah, ah, ah!)

I'm connected to the shooters who influence

You lames in the rap game, this is seat belt music (Ahh!)

Gave him the hit, (Oh) chain him to a fence (Oh)

Give him them trumpets, (Oh) ram him with the Buick (Vroom)

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes & CJ]

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 shit (Brra), brand new Czar (Czar)

Uh, uh, uh, uh

[Verse 4: CJ & Lil Fame]

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 with it, these niggas not with it

First nigga pop with it, first to get dropped with it

Busta back to back, uh, we go strap for strap, uh

Leader of this trap with this heater on my lap

Busta, what we doing? These niggas be losing

We be making movies and these jewels be hittin' stupid

We running the city, uh, dancin' like I'm Diddy, uh

Signing all these titties, but I still be moving gritty, uh

Wish I could bring Pop back (Brrah), let the Glock clap (Brrah)

Let the Glock clap (Brrah), let the Glock clap

Step up in the building (Oh), buy the whole bar (Oh)

Leader Of The New shit (Oh), I'm the young Czar (Young Czar)

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

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 shit (Brra), brand new Czar (Czar)

[Outro: Busta Rhymes & Lil Fame]

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 niggas ain't know