"It Ain't Over" lyrics

[Busta Rhymes:]
Now you know it ain't over, boy
Cook the coke until the boarder boiling over, boy
Assault rifle, leave the K up on my shoulder, boy
We international, you still a little local, boy
See I don't talk unless you pay me for my vocal, boy
Pussy everywhere, my bitches bicoastal, boy
My pinky ring diamond bigger than a bolder, boy
My pinky ring diamond bigger than a bolder, boy

[Slim Thug:]
I'm a roller, boy
Fat stack folder, boy
Your ice aight, but my body mo colder, boy
Your money young, I got stacks that's older, boy
Before the deal, I was a Bentley wheel holder, boy
You still lil when compared to my shine, boy
You still 10 years behind, on my grind, boy
Stop lying, boy
You done lost your mind, boy
You will never be the boss, stop trying, boy
I told you, boy, 'bout playing with them soldiers, boy
Fuck around and lose your head off your shoulders, boy
I made a mill with a pot and some bolders, boy
I made a mill with a pen and a folder, boy
Me and Busta got girls round the world, boy
Me and Busta got your girl looking pearl, boy
Wrist heavy, [?] got me doing kirls, boy
Be a man, stop acting like a girl, boy

[Busta Rhymes:]
Now you know it ain't over, boy
Cook the coke until the boarder boiling over, boy
Assault rifle, leave the K up on my shoulder, boy
We international, you still a little local, boy
See I don't talk unless you pay me for my vocal, boy
Pussy everywhere, my bitches bicoastal, boy
My pinky ring diamond bigger than a bolder, boy
My pinky ring diamond bigger than a bolder, boy

See I'm a toris, that's why a nigga talk bullish
Yes I hit you with the toris, and I mean it to the fullest
Do my dirt up in the hood homie, and live life lawless
45 karot up on my pinky, D-Class flawless
I know you niggas heard the chorus, yes I'm here to give it out
And brandish shine on you niggas, best believe I live it out
Fronting like they holding, lotta niggas talk that
Before you learned what money was, we was spending millions before that
The diamonds that I wear will effect the vision of raw rap
[?] pop your iron, I guarantee [?] all black
Better step your grind up, money, I'm taking all trap
You better make your mind up, honey, and get up in the back
Of the truck, and get to backing it up
I keep the gun up on my waist, and keep the magnom, strapping it up
Know what I'm saying?
See I ain't playing, while my paper keep on growing
I'll show you niggas how to get this bread, just in case you ain't knowing, boy

Now you know it ain't over, boy
Cook the coke until the boarder boiling over, boy
Assault rifle, leave the K up on my shoulder, boy
We international, you still a little local, boy
See I don't talk unless you pay me for my vocal, boy
Pussy everywhere, my bitches bicoastal, boy
My pinky ring diamond bigger than a bolder, boy
My pinky ring diamond bigger than a bolder, boy

[Lil Wayne:]
Young Weezy, F Baby
Fuck a ho, cut the ho, only if she can cut the coke
Let's fucking go, it's Hollygrove, bussing straight through the fucking door
You fucking [?] ain't gon' blocka blocka you
Better have a vest, baby
Only if I shoot too low, make it [?] tootsy roll
Turn your face to a pussy hole
Turn my bullets to dicks
And I'm making love to your shit, ike a bitch
And I bet that you gon' love my sex, baby
Now say my name like Beyonce, they ain't fucking with me, I say
Holla at your boy, bitch, holla at your nigga
Now show love, don't be shady, and please say the baby