Busta Rhymes – Czar Remix ft M.O.P. & CJ

Well known American rap sensation, Busta Rhymes collides with M.O.P. & CJ to create this compelling song tagged “Czar (Remix)”.

This intriguing record which appeared on his top charting album project called “Extinction Level Event 2: The Wrath of God” was officially released on 30 October 2020.

We would like you to add this undeniable hit song to your playlist, you won’t regret it yuh.

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LYRICS

Czar is a title used to designate supreme rulers

It is known as to be equivalent to king

Or to be somewhat between a royal

An imperial rank

The last person to have worn the title Czar

Look, they don’t get it (Haha)

Now, watch a nigga set it, they never comin’ to shred it

With rubies all under my rings like there ain’t no present

I’m tired of talking to niggas that get no credit (Oh)

You get no debit (Oh), watch the way we improve

Hate the way that we move

We need a whole second (What’s up?) to talk about you niggas

You need a new helmet (Haha)

Crash dummies you niggas you need a new exit

And whip a private plane, getting head from the flight attendant

I got ’em all like the navy seals in the Air Force

(Take chains off, everything off)

Private flyin’ a plane and make him change course

I don’t play sports, Your whole claim false

Now, niggas gonna learn and brown niggas with the fire

Niggas respect me and chill and go make more records with Mariah

They only gonna give us some more, take my niggas on tour

If you niggas unsure, I’ma give you the raw

Watch the way we sweep up shit, peep the way we clean up shit

Classic album is present, peep the way we heat up shit

Masterpiece project peep the way a nigga beat up shit

If you think niggas think you fuckin’ with us better speak up bitch

So far, shawties throw they bra

And I need the lighter to light the perfect cigar

Brand new jet (Jet), brand new car (Car)

Leader of the new shit (Brra), brand new Czar (Czar)

Blast on foes, blast get frozed

Do that boy ugly, casket closed

Spazz on fours, remind these niggas

Homie its gat time, flat line these niggas

Fame ain’t fair, the game ain’t fair

If you google who gives a fuck, my name ain’t there

Brand new stalls, brand new bars

With the leader of the new school, brand new Czar

Brand new everything, ‘cept for the bop

New leader of the old school, brand new Glock

I’m with Brownsville, three hundred hoe, let it pop

I’m Cornelius in the Zoo, ape shit, ah, ah, ah

I’m connected to the shooters who influence

You lames in the rap game, this is seat belt music

Gave him the hit, chain him to a fence

Give him a trumpets, ram him with the Buick (Vroom)

So far, shawties throw they bra

And I need the lighter to light the perfect cigar

Brand new jet (Jet), brand new car (Car)

Leader of the new shit (Brra), brand new Czar (Czar)

(Uh, uh, uh, uh)

We outside (Oh), you run hide (Oh)

Watch us ride, watch you die (Oh)

Everything new (Oh), everything bool (Oh)

Bang these fools, then we take they jewels (Oh)

Straight to the top wit it, these niggas not wit it

First nigga pop wit it, first to get dropped wit it

Busta back to back, uh, we go strap for strap

Leader of this trap

Busta what we doing? These niggas be losing

We be making movies and these jewels be stupid

We running the city, uh

Signing all these titties but I still be moving gritty

Wish I could bring Pop back, let the Glock clap (Grrah)

Let the Glock clap (Grrah), let the Glock clap (Grrah)

Step up in the building (Oh) buy the whole bar (Oh)

Leader of the new shit (Oh), I’m the young Czar (young Czar)

So far, shawties throw they bra

And I need the lighter to light the perfect cigar

Brand new jet (Jet), brand new car (Car)

Leader of the new shit (Brra), brand new Czar (Czar)

Light switch off (Oh), Cuban link cross (Oh)

The shine bright up the evening, diamonds criss-cross (Oh)

If you ain’t out here to find it, time to get lost

In case you niggas ain’t know