Busta Rhymes — Touchdown

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Word around town, I’m the man, nigga
Break that bitch down to the grams, nigga
Sixteen O’s in a pound nigga
Quarterback draw, touchdown, nigga
Touch, touch, touchdown, nigga
Touch, touch, touchdown, nigga
Touch, touch, touchdown, nigga
Next day air, no ground, nigga
Took a loss, had a nigga on slim fast
Now I’m moving weight, like gym class
Broke her down, every bag, like Sinbad

How I get this bread, mind your business
Set it on sight and I go half price
Dough got my bread, on your head, no lights
Wrap it up good, no smell, that’s right
Cut the box open, no Jordan, that’s flight
Shit look good, so I’m stacking numbers
Next morning, another tracking number
Looking for a bad bitch I can bust down
Tricking off, field go, I need a touchdown
Throw that shit like Peyton
Throw that shit like Peyton
Throw that shit like Peyton
Hurry up, I got these other niggas waiting
Send the shit over, tryna see bread
And if I say how I said it, Imma see face
Ain’t tryna get myself cold, nigga
When I throw the passes, it’s colt, nigga
Met a bitch at the club, I’m tryna see her

She could be my new wide receiver
No photo, we don’t play text
No smell, wrapped up, like safe sex
Fast life, no slow down, nigga
Move weight, like my car broke down, nigga
No rare thing good, no doubt
Long as niggas don’t run the wrong routes
Throw that shit like Peyton
Throw that shit like Peyton
Throw that shit like Peyton
Hurry up, I got these other niggas waiting