Busta Rhymes - Touchdown (Remix) lyrics

[Intro - O.T. Genasis:] Word around town, I'm the man Break that b**h down to the grams Sixteen O's in a pound Quarterback drop, touchdown, n***a [Verse 1 - O.T. Genasis:] Touchdown, this the remix 108, three bricks Gotta move sixteen cause the sh** sells Still flip a couple water bottles, but the sh** smell Turned up, but I don't like n***as He a mark, Air Nike, n***a n***as trippin' and I'm bustin' on site, n***a Window down, arm out, hitch hike, n***a Not a stoner, but I do move statue Hoes in my cashew, they like, is that you? Glock poppin', I ain't f**in' with the lames Sellin' Sherman and I got the best corner in the game, what's up? [Hook - O.T. Genasis:] Word around town, I'm the man, n***a Break that b**h down to the grams, n***a Sixteen O's in a pound n***a Quarterback drop, touchdown, n***a Touch, touch, touchdown, n***a Touch, touch, touchdown, n***a Touch, touch, touchdown, n***a Next day air, no ground, n***a [Verse 2 - Busta Rhymes:] Got the n***as on the strip, you know they pitch raw You ain't knowin' who you with, even my b**h ball n***as hate the way I handle when they b**h call Couple ounces for me, sit up in they b**h brah Major distribution, what we dealin' with is facts Step up in the building b**h, we turn up to the max Chop a hater down like we cut him with an axe Watch him pop 'em in they crown if n***as think they all of that Spend a little money, (j**elry sicker on 'em) Put your bottles up (spill your liquor on 'em) It's the conglomerate, sh** shutdown Taking over everything, touchdown! [Hook] [Verse 3 - French Montana:] Word around town, I'm the man n***a Want it all, bring it down to the grams n***a Bout it, Coupe 500 grand n***a You ain't talkin' money, I don't understand n***a Uptown n***a, bust down n***a Face down n***a, James Brown n***a Ass up with your legs shake Talkin' work know I gotta for the fan base It ain't how you get it, it's what you do with it Flip 21, 42 with it Two hands up, towndown n***a Hundred grams, lift you with the ground n***a [Hook] [Verse 4 - Juicy J:] Juicy J, no days off, full time hustlin' Shawty I'm the plug I ain't gotta touch nothin' Send 'em your way, I just gotta press a bu*ton If the price ain't right, n***a I ain't budgin' n***as stompin' industries, they rims touchin' You lookin' like food and we got the munchies Quarterback legendary, John Elway Rhyme with the bulldog 38, no shell case G-5 take off for the coast A n***a been have more peels than Quaker Oats Taylor Gang flyin' first cla** on a paper plane With a foreign chick broad, still can't pronounce her name Stuff a 100 grand in a Honda Civic When you get it from the ground then the sky is the limit Gettin' face in the car from another n***a broad Smokin' football fields, rollin' up a 100 yards Touchdown [Hook] Throw that sh** like Peyton Throw that sh** like Peyton Throw that sh** like Peyton Hurry up, I got these other n***as waiting