Busta Rhymes - Legend of the Fall Offs Lyrics

Busta Rhymes The Big Bang cover art
publisher: ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
writers: Andre Young, Gayle Moran, Trevor Smith
release date: 2006-6-12
popularity : 58 users have visited this page.
genres: Hip Hop
length: 4:41
producer: Dr. Dre
vocal: Busta Rhymes
mixer: Dr. Dre
engineer: Mauricio “Veto” Iragorri
recorded by: Darren Rapp and Mauricio “Veto” Iragorri
keyboard: Dawaun Parker
guest additional: Bokeem Woodbine
additional guest: Cami Gutierrez
additional recorded by: Robert “Roomio” Reyes
writer: Gayle Moran, Trevor Tahiem Smith, Jr., Dr. Dre
Yeah I know
A lot of you *****s don't plan on the day when you'd have to see me
You see, I'm that ***** that you should really be afraid of
I dig graves for *****s like you
We gon' get more acquainted at a time when you least expect it

[Chorus: x2]
Do you ever think (do you ever think)
What life would be (what life would be)
Where you will go (where will you go)
After you die (after you die)

You ****ed up *****!

[Busta Rhymes]
You know that when that time comes and nobody is checking
And everything you had is gone in the split of a second
That's when it starts hitting the fan and it gets real in this *****
Just face the fact your ****'s a wrap and you gotta deal with the ****
Despite I talk about it, I ain't making fun of them *****s
I give thanks cause I've been blessed and I ain't one of them *****s
Can't imagine how difficult it is, I know you suspect
That **** around you is looking dumb, it's getting hard to accept it
Alone in the mirror, you look at yourself and you smile
Disregarding the fact your running's been done for a while
Refuse to acknowledge the truth like the mind of a child
Continue fronting, like it's nothing while you live in denial
While all your people around you start to leave you in the same place
You overexert the little you have left to save face
You trying to hide your expression from looking worried
On what to do when your career is buried


[Busta Rhymes]
*****s ain't giving a **** about your flows no more
You ain't the star you were, ****ing the same hoes no more
Promoters ain't paying and booking you for shows no more
You ain't whipping the range, you ain't whipping a rolls no more
Reality starts to settle in, you're sweating every wake up
You're broke and now you gotta return your jewelry to jacob
You run around and you front like you're still on fire
But nobody believes you; and now you live as a liar
You're only lying to yourself cause it's evident in the proof
As your world continues to crumble, come to terms with the truth
You're still holding on to them days when everything was about you
But *****s don't even remember you enough to just shout you
I remember when you did your thing without a doubt tastefully
The problem was you didn't know when to bow out gracefully
Once told, never burn out, it's best to fade away
Preserve your value so that you can live to see a greater day
People see you and it's bugged that you mean nothing
You doing **** and front to prove to people you mean something
It happens in the vicious when the truth starts to settle in
You step to the door of the club and see that you ain't getting in
Forgetting you a man first, chasing the fame
Got to remember, morals and principles, repping your name proper
But most *****s don't, and they whole life hurried
What do you do when your career is buried


I told you we was gonna get more acquainted
At a time when you least expect it *****
I'm here to lay you to rest once and for all
You've been dead a long time but you refuse to accept that ****
But it's okay
***** shut the **** up and get in the box *****! (wait! please!)
It was custom built for all *****s like you
You just don't wanna accept when it's time to hang it up
(stop! *****!) see you in the afterlife ***** (wait! help!!!)
Whever the **** that is!! (somebody help!!)
(i can't breathe, *****!)
(open this **** *****!)
(open this ****!!)
(open this ****!!)
(somebody help!! hey!!)
(open this **** ************ what you doin)
(open it!)

Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Get You Some
  • 2 Touch It
  • 3 How We Do It Over Here
  • 4 New York Shit
  • 5 Been Through the Storm
  • 6 In the Ghetto
  • 7 Cocaina
  • 8 You Can't Hold the Torch
  • 9 Goldmine
  • 10 I Love My Bitch
  • 11 Don't Get Carried Away
  • 12 They're Out to Get Me
  • 13 Get Down
  • 14 I'll Do It All
  • 15 Legend of the Fall Offs

  • Album Information
    label: Aftermath Entertainment
    country(area): Europe
    format: CD
    barcode: 602498784365
    script: Latin