Released on August 16, 2011

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[Intro: Busta Rhymes]

You know, one day I got a call from the Ghost who told me I had to get on this conference call to discuss a little business with him and the homey Rozay

Know a situation transpired where a nigga had to get dealt with a little harshly

Yeah


[Verse 1: Styles P]

Root for the villain and shoot with no feelin'

Like Audio Two, yeah, the crew is "Top Billin'"

Blowin' the Dutch in the coupe with no ceilin'

Invisible bully like The Gooch when I'm illin'

Cash too green, it's taped to the toilet

Like I'm Michael Corleone in the bathroom scene

Young black Vito, chopped and wrapped kilos

Clap torpedoes, stack Doritos

We in the Mexico sippin' the mojito

Discussin' perico, green weed and diesel

AK muzzle airholes you can see through

Ridin' the bulletproof five, yeah, I'm lethal

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes & Rick Ross]

Yo, when niggas hear this shit, they say it's (harsh)

Type of shit that make you wan' handle a nigga (harsh)

Act hostile, aggressive and kinda (Harsh)

I'm like a Rothschild with money, that's why I'm (harsh)

How we dealin' with 'em? (Harsh) How we dealin' with 'em? (Harsh)

How we handlin' em? (Harsh) How we manglin' 'em? (Harsh)

Stop bitchin', you the one who done caused me to act (Harsh)

It's that L.O.X shit right here

And if I'm itchin' and you front, it's my duty to act


[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

Style is infectious, actress in a Lexus

Sunroof open, hashish for breakfast

Beef never settle, I'm Lyor to the ghetto (Huh)

Russell with the hustle, Rick Rubin with the metal

When I lick a shot, I'm aimin' at ya top floor (Woo)

Blocks like stocks, everybody bought more (Hah)

Birds fell out the sky, rats could drop dead

Flyin' through Bed-Stuy, white drop head

Sticky green twist, guillotine click (Huh)

Dapper Dan three-piece suit for the trip

Link with Dominicanos, straight to Sofrito

Three point range, hit free throws with kilos (Huh)


[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

Yo, when niggas hear this shit, they say it's (Harsh)

Type of shit that make you wan' handle a nigga (Harsh)

Act hostile, aggressive and kinda (Harsh)

I'm like a Rothschild with money, that's why I'm (Harsh)

How we dealin' with 'em? (Harsh) How we dealin' with 'em? (Harsh)

How we handlin' em? (Harsh) How we manglin' 'em? (Harsh)

Stop bitchin', you the one who done caused me to act (Harsh)

And if I'm itchin' and you front, it's my duty to act


[Verse 3: Styles P]

Shine like brightening, sure but I'm the titan

Hard like when Cus D'Amato was trainin' Tyson

Gun, weed and 'gnac in the car but no license

Life on top of the city could touch lightning

Cocaine wave, dollar bill slave

Rangler's tough but the inside is suede

Ride with Louch and 'Kiss until I see a grave

One third of a legacy

Pedigree is I can make a don a don cause of integrity

Rap like a phenomenon, sleep for a better dream

Nine is for deadin' things, smoke for medicine

BIG is the only rapper I don't think that I'm better than


[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

Yo, when niggas hear this shit, they say it's (Harsh)

Type of shit that make you wan' handle a nigga (Harsh)

Act hostile, aggressive and kinda (Harsh)

I'm like a Rothschild with money, that's why I'm (Harsh)

How we dealin' with 'em? (Harsh) How we dealin' with 'em? (Harsh)

How we handlin' em? (Harsh) How we manglin' 'em? (Harsh)

Stop bitchin', you the one who done caused me to act (Harsh)

And if I'm itchin' and you front, it's my duty to act


[Verse 4: Busta Rhymes]

Yo, I rub stones together and cast a spell quick

Like a Zo hittin' voodoo blessings 'fore I move bricks

I beat you like the number eleven with two sticks

Money from the door then when I bop with two chicks (Come on)

It won't stop, never stop, there he go again

Together watch the coke and how the baking soda blend

Fredricka kinda pure, see how we make the fiends flock

And watch the line for the coca quickly wrap around the block

They say we bad for business cause the coke price dropped

How we flooded and we bubble white 'til it's white hot (What?)

Pot purchases we choppin' up to pieces

'Til only the shake is left, countin' the profit in Ibiza

Eight million dollar yacht, scotch, a little refer

Diamonds so big, they call it an obnoxious little creature

Money to cop original paintings of Mona Lisa

High the way I feel a cloud sittin' on my Caesar


[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

Yo, when niggas hear this shit, they say it's (Harsh)

Type of shit that make you wan' handle a nigga (Harsh)

Act hostile, aggressive and kinda (Harsh)

I'm like a Rothschild with money, that's why I'm (Harsh)

How we dealin' with 'em? (Harsh) How we dealin' with 'em? (Harsh)

How we handlin' em? (Harsh) How we manglin' 'em? (Harsh)

Stop bitchin', you the one who done caused me to act (Harsh)

And if I'm itchin' and you front, it's my duty to act