What I buss is for the ghettonWhat I buss is third worldnWhat I buss is bald head or lockednIt ain’t that Jerry CurlnI don’t buss for pimp juicenI don’t buss that watered downnI don’t buss that Sambo my grand folks wore a crownnWhat I buss is revolutionnWhat I buss is full of lifenWhat I buss is for my people, me, my baby, and my wifenI don’t be with fakes or lamesnI won’t leave my faith for famenI don’t need no Jacob chainnYou gon’ see me change the gamennRushnHurrynRun by thosenPeople as they laynOn side walksnLook at them with disdainnAnd when their voices callnYou just ignore them allnA thousand times a daynn(Chorus:)nYou get paid, people slave, then you take morenA thousand times a daynSo afraid of the grave, that you make warnA thousand times a daynYou’re enraged, full of hate, murder rates soarnA thousand times a daynnI know you scared of usnWanna stay ahead of usnI know you scared of usnRushnnRushnHurrynJoin the side shownCircus the charadenBehind thosenAnimals encagednAnd when your name is callednDance for us allnA thousand times a daynn(Chorus)nnYou rush to get to the topnSo you clawing awaynYou rush to get to that job you hate more every daynYou rush to pick up your ordernRush to eat but you tirednRush to get you a quarternFore’ your meter expirenYou rush to give him them drawznCause’ he rushed you to hit itnYou did itnNow y’all fussing while you rush to the clinicnCome on rushnHurry up no time to playnRushing is on your mind but heynDon’t worry yourself grind awaynRush one thousand times a dayn