Busta Rhymes, Rick Ross - Master Fard Muhammad (Lyrics)

 Busta Rhymes, Rick Ross - Master Fard Muhammad (Lyrics)

Master Fard Muhammad lyrics by Busta Rhymes, Rick Ross is Latest English Songs 2020 is sung by Busta Rhymes, Rick Ross.

Song: Master Fard Muhammad

Artist: Busta Rhymes, Rick Ross

Master Fard Muhammad Lyrics:-

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

Have mercy for the spirits still prayin' for me

Times 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 captions let me know that you will tell somethin'

Middle school, bitches used to call me Bruce Bruce

Now it's stretch Maybachs and the coupes, too (Maybach)

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 seizurе, told her April fools

Fuck a lawsuit, bitch I'm tryna make the nеws

Master Mohammed sold silks goin' door to door

Givin' knowledge to the brothers fed who wanted more

We a nation of brothers, such a wonderful force

Go straight to the Quran if you wanted the source

I know God so proud you becoming the boss

Cold world with the flows, keep a nigga raw

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 Music)

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]

Look at my Piguet, yo, it's about that time

Light sparkle off my jewelry, it's about that shine

Money bust out every pocket, it's about that grind

I school them dudes, especially when a nigga third eye blind

Can't give a fuck about what's yours, only concerned 'bout 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 paths paved

As I journey through a jungle of lions so unscathed

Until I speak in tongues when I visit my aunt's grave

And hustle like a genius with strength of a man's slave

It gets deeper while he's singing his praise, walk with me now

I bless the hood while I keep on bangin' 'em harder

Unconditional a love as a daughter's love for her father

And dream, flying through the clouds on the planes that I charter

And documentin' moments in time, becomin' a martyr

While I merge, the corporation's expandin' a little larger now

For the sole purpose, my people can all eat

Through the desperate folks occupying up Wall Street

But I'm torn while in the studio, givin' you all heat

And their ignorance is bliss, busy sayin' 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 smellin' blood while malfunctionin' in the mental

With baggage through the mud that they draggin' until they settle

I ration up success when I'm 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 it's 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

Special 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 mama for safe keepin'

[Interlude: Busta Rhymes]

Hahahaha, wow (Wow)

Let me hear that shit again, son

[Outro: Chris Rock]

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, y'all

Motherfucker, everybody talkin' 'bout Busta Rhymes

Bussa-Bust, a man you trust

In Bust we trust

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust

The only nigga we trust is Bussa-Buss

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