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(Busta Rhymes)
Yeah, yeah, yeah The Anarchy, Busta Rhymes shit c'mon! Chorus: Busta Rhymes Ready for Busta Rhymes He's the one we've all, been waiting for, forever (I feel so fuckin good, my people!!) Ready for Flipmode Squad (So powerful!! So good today!!) They're the ones we've all, been waiting for, forever (Yeah!! Yeah, new "Rulership"!!) Ready for Busta Rhymes (It feels so fuckin good in my soul, come on!!) He's the one we've all, been waiting for, forever (I wanna see y'all; all my people if you feel good!!) Ready for Flipmode Squad (Just talk to me, c'mon, c'mon!!) They're the ones we've all, been waiting for, forever (Now!! Now, let me see y'all, so powerful!!) Ready.. (Busta Rhymes) All praise due, we comin through real hard Niggaz raisin they right hand, salutin da God Yo, like a burnin sensation of Henny on the first sip Hot shit my nigga; let me spit a verse quick Work shit inward, until my niggaz hurt shit and plot elaborate schemes for monies niggaz worship Beautiful like the pleasure of when I burst my first clip at a nigga who sold me a brick that wasn't WORTH shit Yo, we BOMB shit, fire alarm shit with my bitches who take packages under they armpit Now, we remain the +Imperial+ live niggaz who consistantly blackout and rep for them wild niggaz Yo, you incompatible, snatch yo' collateral Gun blunt you, and rep for every thug capital Diagonal vision, niggaz seein shit on slant Plant beatings on niggaz and celebrate a war chant Diabolic how we manifest raw logic Chronological time, we bring niggaz the raw project Hold fort and represent as the grand wizard Street chronicle illustrate the bakin of a bad blizzard I got a spot for ya, with live niggaz who murder sloppier than ALL of the Trenchcoat Mafia yo Cause when you hear the sweet music playin It's like theme music for murder scenes like the Colorado slayin - cause I don't give a fuck Speedin like we racin on the Aqueduct Black tinted-out, government truck Curbside on niggaz, leanin just a little bit Trunk trapped with smoke, my bitch'll take a little hit Fake niggaz could be the BEST actors My bullets whiz so fast you feel the WINDSHIELD factors In the wrong place you get your WIG peeled backwards Get an ounce of the 'dro and STEAM a pack of Blackwoods Chorus: Busta Rhymes Ready for Busta Rhymes He's the one we've all, been waiting for, forever (Yeah, yeah, just feel what I feel niggaz!!) Ready for Flipmode Squad (Yeah, just reach up and just touch the sky niggaz!!) They're the ones we've all, been waiting for, forever (Now, hah, yeah, I try so hard, to just share that shit that I'm feelin!!) Ready for Busta Rhymes (All my niggaz just talk to me!!) He's the one we've all, been waiting for, forever (So powerful!! Flipmode Squad now!!) Ready for Flipmode Squad (Yeah, new "Rulership," all my niggaz just walk in line!!) They're the ones we've all, been waiting for, forever (Walk in line with me!! Talk to me now!!) (Busta Rhymes) Welcome.. We are now in the current state of the Anarchy We fight, to survive niggaz We fight, to rule our own government We livin in a current state, of no fuckin government Niggaz don't even know how to follow they own spirit Lost niggaz.. Unsure niggaz, insecure niggaz Fuck that! Salute, all our motherfuckers!! All my niggaz ready to hold it down on the front line!! We survived it niggaz, two-thousand Time for the new bloodline to run shit Enjoy the album |
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(Busta Rhymes)
"We just sparkle now" "Yeah, We just sparkle now" "We just gon' sparkle now" "All niggas, yeah, we gon' sparkle now" "Yeah, we gon' shiiine aaand we are gon' sparkle now" "Yeah, Yeah we gon....ha" Yo, Yo You know I be the meistro Rages are (brand spankin' fresssshhh!!) And always with the right glow Get ya hyper like a nitro taebo cycle We 'bout to knock it outta sight yo..ha Ya know I keep a tight flow, ever since a little nigga yo They always say they might blow Nowaday we shinin bright yo Even the cool joints'll make a nigga straight to wanna fight though High roller, mind blowin', wild bonin' Take y'all niggas for a little ride just like they motherfuckin cyclonin' Yo, you know my niggas stay holdin' Now we see some jealous niggas on the side all in they mouth foamin' While we roamin' and we zonin' play the right role White bowl, we still'll take a nigga white goal Before we break fast break glass take trash I'll bust ya shit and go and chase ass I'm sayin' this now Chorus (2x) (Busta Rhymes) All my party people (party people!) You need to come inside (come inside now!) Because we got it people (ya know we got it for ya!) So just enjoy the ride (yeah, enjoy the ride now bitches!) Yo, you know I be the captain Blaze it out and bring you all the hottest scene of action I gotta gotta give it give it to ya (Oooooh!) Let me light a L pass a glass of henny to ya (Woooh!) Now let me get my little shine on rhyme on And give ya shit to keep ya mind on Check it, I keep toast and rock the most Break it down blow the sheet up and vanish like a ghost Whether you're spanish or speak another language I hope The way we damage shit I hope you're the cult, my nigga Check it, eh, you know I be the champion hands on And make the bitches get they dance on Black it out from the back of da house To the front, whatever you want Fuck what they yappin about Eh eh, before we ride we check ransom Smokin' the spot, like how we smoked the live in the mansion Yeah, the way we hold bank roll ????????? sometime this shit it made me have to stack folds Ha, we all up in ya asshole So hot shit possess you and get all in ya damn soul We got you drenched drippin up in the spot We took it from you now we holdin' the rock (D-O!) The type of shit that make ya rush sometin' touch sometin' buss sometin' And make you wanna go and fuck sometin' I'm only talking to... Chorus (4x) (Busta Rhymes) "Just float just like we all in the ocean" "Yeah, yeah, see, we 'bout to sparkle now" "We are gon' sparkle now please, now" "Just let us sparkle now, yeah, yeah, we gon...ha" "Yeah, ha ha...we gon' sparkle nooowww!" |
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| 4. |
| 3:30 |
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shit is about to get real serious
Busta Rhymes, Flipmode Squad, Swizz Beatz, check it out (verse 1) yo it's like tic tac toe the god is back, make bitches say hoe blow shit, roast ya than down in Waco big foot raps nigga let's make dough pull up to the lot, valet the Range Rove flyer than a motherfucker, all day glow in the club nigga glow in the dark and lay low bang your head to this shit, while the beat play slow junior varsity niggas while we play pro ringside seats we all in the same row like a crew of bitches pull up and dodge the ragos and how we dazzle these bitches with how we change flows we take your slot, how a bitch take half and rock chains with pieces the size of spacecrafts you know what I rep, that's Flipmode Squad!! wildin like a thousand niggas up in the wreck yard CHORUS: Callin all live niggas BOOYAH!! Callin all live bitches OOH OOOOH!! Yes I hold a pound for y'all Say what? Busta Rhymes hold it down for y'all Get money!! Callin all live niggas BOOYAH!! Callin all live bitches OOH OOOOH!! Yes I hold a crown for y'all Say what? Flipmode put it down for y'all YEAH, YEAH!! (verse 2) yeah, yo, the empire strikes back shit is official, street niggas fight back the way we set it off even the bitches might black raunchy as fuck, even they like it like that Busta Rhymes in this bitch you know I got another batch more hotter shit nigga strike another match bang this shit in your truck, nigga open up the hatch and hold on your jewels before your shit get snatched better lock your doors, slide across the latch before we figure out the next vic to catch so much lyrics flowin to throw in a teacup more crack for y'all we just reed up gutter like a piss test in a pee cup switch the bounce for the streets, had to change the speed up raw for the bitches who thick and beefed up strip a club, big titty bitches double D cup we all up in the truck, what the fuck we treed up pure coke for niggas, get skeed up let me bang something hard on your head like Vince Carter and charter jets for my niggas with automatic starters blow shit regular like the UniBomber surprise attack you niggas like fuckin Pearl Harbor jailhouse raps, let it bang a little harder while I rep for the fam, Busta Rhymes the godfather CHORUS 2X so remarkable classic rugged nigga music big truck shit 20 inch rims on a UConn or something a fuckin Escalade, Navigator |
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| 3:40 |
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Now (now)
Ready for wylin' my niggas Let's set it like we on an island my niggas I'm with it (What what what what) Yo My clique startle bitches With a remarkable sparkle For my bitches with me (What what what what) You know we stay dumb And keep shop running Just the like the 24-hour deli The way y'all niggas be popping that shit you be talking Y'all niggas don't mean nothing But a 24-hour celly To talk that funny shit To someone you know While I bag these bitches And take them to 24-hour telly Type of chickens to let me get in they belly Little sexy thug bitches Who want me to fuck them to Makeveli Then get with my niggas and smoke up a ounce Crowd up in whatever amounts Making bitches skip to my bounce So whenever we be shining like diamond Fresher than the fragrance of limon When we strike It's all in the timing Corporate niggas ball on how we be stylin' Fucking with huge contracts With white beaters on On the day of the signing Making all my bitches check for this shit My live niggas know the truth That's why they always got respect for this shit Bust one for me, Bladow! All my niggas holding they gun with me, Bladow! And resting and stacking they ones with me, Bladow! My peeps who hang around where I'm from with me, Bladow! Who run with me, Bladow! Bust one for me, Bladow! My bitches that'll fuck till they cum with me, Bladow! Wylin' at me, having they fun with me, Bladow! In this club all they keep beating they drums with me, Bladow! In a slung with me, Bladow! Bust one for me, Bladow! And now we mash y'all Harass y'all Until the shit we doing pass y'all You know we steadily, readily Give it to niggas And blow up the spot for niggas Before we do the dash y'all Yo Ain't nothing wrong until we perform Y'all niggas know we bout to blast y'all Fast Me and my niggas crash the party If my niggas were shitters Splash bitches before we flash y'all Now what's up All of my niggas salute Where we get busy Gimme me my loot All way up in a box with a suit Shit that I tell you will all be the truth Stay on a live nigga recruit And take y'all niggas back to the root Tying my laces all up in my boot All the bitches say that I'm cute Blowing on it just like a flute And now Before we blind y'all We shine and remind y'all Should be gappy Always one of a kind y'all We constructing a new design y'all Better keep up my niggas Because you will get left behind y'all Let us bust a bottle of wine now And celebrate in the name of them niggas That control the times now Now watch it As we just pick up the pace You just might a hole in your face My crew might take a whole of the space Completely Obligated just to keeping you dumming And get the breaking all the shit up in club Once you know that we coming My bitches check for this shit My live niggas know the truth That's why they always got respect for this shit Bust one for me, Bladow! All my niggas holding they gun with me, Bladow! And resting and stacking they ones with me, Bladow! My peeps who hang around where I'm from with me, Bladow! Who run with me, Bladow! Bust one for me, Bladow! My bitches that'll fuck till they cum with me, Bladow! Wylin' at me, having they fun with me, Bladow! In this club all they keep beating they drums with me, Bladow! In a slung with me, Bladow! Bust one for me, Bladow! Yeah To all my niggas and all my bitches That just wanna live Live good Feel good Yeah Just bounce to this shit Come on Bounce to this shit All my niggas and my bitches Just bounce to this shit Come on Bounce to this shit Yeah Flipmode constantly Enough of that |
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| 6. |
| 3:54 |
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(Busta Rhymes)
Yeah.. this one appears to be very forceful.. Very forceful.. yeah, here we go now Niggaz, bitches, where you at talk Thug niggaz let me see y'all, yeah Hah, before we slap niggaz silly with somethin and put you out your misery and your sufferin Uh-oh! Yeah, and just for frontin, you got me bustin two nines with one hand tied together or somethin Ain't no mistakin we takin your trap In case you niggaz didn't know, you fuckin with the GLADIATORS of rap On some John Reno shit in Professional, how we accurate and precise when we bust and every move is intentional Violate and I will get at yo' ass And if I can't catch you track star we'll start throwin SHIT at yo' ass Wait a minute nigga, hold up second, see youse a bitch and while we bust yo' ass yo' faggot peoples ain't even checkin Yo y'all need to send the coroner, shit Leave you lookin out a place like youse a tourist on some foreigner shit I be that nigga and I love to experiment with specific high-explosives just to take y'all niggaz out of this element, NOW!! Chorus: Busta Rhymes Cause we got new shit for y'all (All my niggaz in the spots, y'all know we tear the shit down and how we hold it nigga) And we come to take shit over y'all (Yes we here to regulate and put our foot down, the shop is closin nigga) Always rep the street for all y'all (Constantly hittin y'all off with street shit and keep y'all niggaz open yeah All my niggaz, all my bitches) Whatcha'all gon' do now, everytime we come with that street shit (Busta Rhymes) Hah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeah, we move like stonefaced cold-hearted niggaz Baldfaced straight retarded niggaz Aiyyo the shit we do be so off the hook, fuck around and get yo' leg broke and beat all in yo' face with ya foot We here to stay, FUCK payin a visit I only fuck with certain LIVE niggaz like my niggaz Tash and Xzibit Ever since I vowed to keep the shit raw I stay hittin niggaz with shit that'll leave they fuckin face on the floor Everytime niggaz know when we black Smack a nigga so fuckin hard he'll fall and probably spin on his back Funny how niggaz'll always shit talk The very next day they will notice the difference in the way they bitch walk My street niggaz need to come for the ride Cause when we step up in the place you funny niggaz need to slide to the side I love to watch these funny niggaz diminish and while we slowly murder them niggaz they prayin on the MOMENT we finish I take you back to the very beginnin and beat you in yo' head from birth and watch you grow lovin the SHIT we be bringin Street niggaz keep they mind on they dream Focus the most on gettin they paper and be thoroughly reppin they team You know we quick to mash it down for ?? hours Quick to leave some of these niggaz shook runnin with the rest of them cowards And leave the rest of niggaz ready to dumb and rep the street until we all die could give a fuck wherever you from, NOW!! Chorus w/ minor variations (Busta Rhymes) For all my motherfuckers that live in the urban city areas Only the urban city areas The ghettoes The neighborhoods where they got, delis, liquor stores and churches right across the streets from alla that Yeah.. Motherfuckers sellin weed, crack, and all of that shit on the corner - it ain't the right thing to do But niggaz is put in the motherfuckin, living conditions that have to do that shit The street motherfuckers All y'all survival of the fittest motherfuckers, SURVIVE This is dedicated to y'all Street shit |
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| 7. |
| 3:42 |
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Yeah
Pick up the pace now C'mon Yeah This feel like that tight shit That make you just go get the keys to your whip And just bounce Bounce bounce bounce N'ah mean Go stop at the little spot Get you a little bag of the lye And just bounce bounce Yo Now watch a nigga tongue kiss the track like it was fried chicken Spicy seasoning was finger licking Everything looks grand and I feel so good today Jewels jingling below my belly You know we steady talk shit to them bitches when we be on the celly Four wheelin' with a fifth of henny See now we whippin' and we dippin' through traffic Like we don't give a fuck Niggas follow how we bounce in the truck Then we whylin and we thugging a little Yo we ain't wylin' much A little mellow from the spark of the dutch Down shift, throw it in the fifth gear with my foot on the clutch Speed balling, like we all in a rush While we switch a couple of lanes Flick my little hazard light on Better pull over and get on the lawn Yo, move the barricade, and let my niggas park on the block Make a grand entry up in the spot You know we only here to take all of the food out the pot It's only right cause niggas know we be taking they slack Now let's get high, and let's get drunk You feel that bounce, then turn it up You light your L, and blaze it up Get in the game, and change it up Come in the spot, and flame it up Let's get this dough, and live it up Let's get this dough, and live it up Let's get this dough, and live it up Yeah, so amazing, we blazing and changing the bounds Grazing y'all niggas, with something aiming to taking you out We never resort to any measure to keep you with me Wylin' with a sinky rinky dinky ring on pinky Follow the simple flow that'll cripple y'all niggas Drop the shit that'll shake and just ripple y'all niggas What, your boom scheme, get with the new thing Hit you and get y'all niggas, all into the new swing Ah, tally it up, rally it up From the streets to the alley, from the Eastern Cali and up I'm talking dope, all of my niggas, all of my bitches Give you something that'll split you up And leave you with stitches Looking pathetic, I hit y'all niggas with the kinetic Make you respect it, and beat you in the head till you get it Take off my jacket, hope you can match it When the DJ go scratch up the bounce I hope you could catch it So what Now let's get high, and let's get drunk You feel that bounce, then turn it up You light your L, and blaze it up Get in the game, and change it up Come in the spot, and flame it up Let's get this dough, and live it up Let's get this dough, and live it up Let's get this dough, and live it up Let's get this dough, and live it up Now let's get high, and let's get drunk You feel that bounce, then turn it up You light your L, and blaze it up Get in the game, and change it up Come in the spot, and flame it up Let's get this dough, and live it up Let's get this dough, and live it up Let's get this dough, and live it up Let's get this dough, and live it up Let's get this dough, and live it up Let's get this dough, and live it up Yeah, live it up now, yeah You know when you got shorty in the passenger side of the whip You bouncing from the club, step on the gas And just bounce bounce bounce, yeah Then shorty come with you to the nearest short stay Get up on top of that and just Bounce bounce bounce That's what I'm talking about niggas, yeah If you pushing down the Belt Parkway The Grand Central, the Long Island Expressway The Cross Island Expressway Southern state, Northern state, Parkway You know 95 South, Brooklyn Expressway, you know However way y'all traveling You just bounce bounce bounce You N'ah mean Blunts burning and all Just keep the windows up though Let the smoke stay in the mutherfucking ride, yeah All my bitches in the passenger seat Now just bounce bounce bounce, yeah |
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| 2:50 |
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Come on!
Hey, come on, hey Whether it's from all of us You best believe Busta rhymes more flavor than all the rest From all the mess, hardcoreness from all the stress Gotsta get this flawless flow from off my chest Whose impossible folding impossible flow Ain't a thing in the world that ain't culpable so so I make you anticipate great Type shape real live niggas appreciate To the utmost I pack toast, keep the gat closed Run niggas to the island I pack most After the gun burst quench my blood thirst We will be leavin' you much worse so one hearse Yo, now we embellish fuck the jealous And they mark on niggas now what you gon' tell us Skydiver, short circuit just like a live wire And give it the niggas because we got the FIRE! All my people in the place (Iyyiiiyyiiiiyyiiiiyyiiiii) Just put your hands up in the air And while we blow the spot and keep it hot You got that FIRE! Jump, shake, bounce when we come to you turn you out It's Flipmode Squad that keeps on right your rightest place We got that FIRE! Rock until I'm gone Till the party's over and he start turnin' the lights on Type of shit, right inside your whole crew be on Be the bullshit, so keep movin' on No I ain't havin' it Why you grabbin' it, my flow is immaculate Passionate when it comes to the fire that you have to get Then I tackle it and kill like we Jackal and Jaffolit Rob niggas and give it to the church so they can raffle it Now you can distinguish how Afro-English flowin' broke in English Witness how we stay hot and how we keep us goslin' Women flawsin' blow the spot often (WHAT) niggas say (WHAT) you need to calculate Re-evaluate the shit off so we retaliate Marinate, when I give the hustle and carry weight And bust up niggas like you would have the Bleat Estate It's the niggas like y'all I hits for only when it counts Black on the set and make motherfuckers bounce Connected the raw types of shit To make your bitch bug and make niggas pull out cake Hey I think it's whack yo, I stack dough, and pack a rap show And then let all of my niggas in the back door And let the spot short circuit just like a live wire And give it the niggas because we got the FIRE! |
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| 9. |
| 3:44 |
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Turn it up (ha ha ha)
Flimode (ha ha ha) Busta Rhymes (ha ha ha) Another banging niggas (ha ha ha) Another banging niggas (ha ha ha) Another banging niggas (ha ha ha) Another banging niggas (ha ha ha) Chorus: All night To my east niggas West Coast and dirty south, we make ya wave your hands up high Light L's and drink some liquor it make ya wild out All night To my niggas and my bitches get money If ya running with me Wave your hands up high A yo I can't see y'all You know we hang out in the streets y'all All night Yes yes y'all I be the god up in the flesh y'all Bless y'all With nothing but the best y'all Finesse shit and leave the spot up in a mess y'all Bitches, you know the street shit caress y'all Sex y'all And put a bounce up in your breast y'all Yes y'all we about to taste the success y'all And quiz niggas like a fucking drug test y'all And check y'all And let the livest niggas step in I keep the burner, what you think I'm turning mine in? What the fuck, Now all my live motherfuckers boggart or bring it straight to the front And let me give y'all niggas just what you want More fire for ya fresh off the press Shit blazing to death Bitches lust talking under they breath Hope you niggas know to put on your vest Or get a hole in your chest Who in this motherfucker Take you a guess Chorus Yeah-Yeah All my niggas Yeah-yeah all my bitches Yeah-yeah all my thugs Yeah-yeah all my soldiers Yeah-yeah all my honeys Yeah-yeah all my playas Yeah-yeah all my live niggas c'mon Yeah-yeah The grand finale y'all Put it down and always repping for my family y'all What, lets form a nation wide rally y'all Of gutter niggas that will piss up in the alley y'all Fuck it, now I know you know my rep nigga And how it's hard to figure out my next step nigga So step nigga, nigga sit your ass down The way I mash down Will only leave a legacy for me to pass down Don't speak unless you're spoken to Get broke in two Flipmode we be the chosen few Yeah nigga entrap y'all I know some niggas that'll clap y'all And strap y'all Up to a post and back slap y'all Put y'all in a mailbox and leave open the flap y'all That's the hap's that make niggas take forever naps y'all Strap y'all all up inside of your seatbelts The beats felt like a fire watch the heat melt Your patent leather stack cheddar nigga Now or never Better, whatever nigga feel this hot Beretta Cause when we come you know we hit you with that shit for the head With nough shit just like the Lox and the dread Me and my niggas we be breaking this bread With all the blood that we bled See we was broke, now we flossing instead The shit I drop will never leave you mislead Might leave you tired of bed Shit ain't over till' the party is dead Chorus: repeat 2X Yeah all my live bitches let me see you just Wave your hands up high And all my niggas running around getting pussy All night |
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| 10. |
| 3:43 |
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Hoo!
Yeah it's another one of them marvelous shits Yeah, Flipmode, huh, Busta Rhymes shit, yeah So remarkable, yeah As I say it over and over again From song to song, yeah, so remarkable Hah, heh, yeah, so remarkable Yo, yo, Busta Rhymes the immaculate raw Hardcore, riggady raw, lay niggas flat on the floor We climb into the back of the four Nonchalant flavor fo' sure, Timbs wit a aqua valor Flava like you never seen it before Ha, holy, sacred, and pure Flipmode, be on it fo' sure Be incredible to settle the score Like a nigga shot you in the face, through the peephole in the door From New York, down to Singapore Keep you niggas jumpin' around, had the bitches beggin fo' more Street niggas, yeah we speak for the poor Now we stack cheddar galore, when we shop and buy at the store Metaphor like nuclear war I warned niggas if you try to bite, shit I'll leave a crack in your jaw Take the livest niggas out on a tour Make a nigga black in the spot, make you wanna take off a door (CHORUS:) All my dogs who hustle everyday All my dogs who hustle everyday now Own a store laundrymat around the way And own a store laundrymat around the way now We got to get it, YEAH! My niggas, all my niggas Show Me What You Got for me, what you got for me All my niggas what ya got for me All my shorties who stay fresh everyday All my shorties that stay fresh everyday My get money bitches who still hang around the way All my get money bitches that chill around the way now We got to get it, YEAH! We gotta... My bitches, all my bitches, c'mon Tell me what you got for me What you got for me, all my bitches what you got for me Now, yo, we stay packin the toast Could give a fuck, bust at a ghost And end up on the front of the post Niggas know that I be rockin the most Fuckin Ethiopian bitches, living in the ivory coast Let me drug y'all niggas up wit a dose Make you act just like you suppose' Watch a nigga playin me close Nowadays type of dough that we gross I celebrate and throw me a roast And get an old face for a host We get it hype even when we be calm Niggas know my word is my bond When we come you know we the bomb Hypnotic shit, get you retarded Shoulda known it was a bad move Fuckin around and gettin me started Still whippin in the back of the truck So what, not givin a fuck In the streets, livin it up So what happened to the last nigga bust Could give a fuck whoever he was Throw them niggas outta the clubs Them niggas all, shit turnin me off Tie 'em up, makin 'em cough Gag 'em in the throat wit a cloff After that we go and wild for the night Make 'em know the style for the night Car low, pile for the night You know we always give y'all niggas a blaze Black it out and party for days Let y'all niggas fuck with the strays Fuckin dimes at the end of the days Gettin money but it's too late Got a nigga stuck in his ways (CHORUS:) All my dogs who hustle everyday All my dogs who hustle everyday now Own a store laundrymat around the way And own a store laundrymat around the way now We got to get it, YEAH! My niggas, all my niggas Show Me What You Got for me, what you got for me All my niggas what ya got for me All my shorties who stay fresh everyday All my shorties that stay fresh everyday My get money bitches who still hang around the way All my get money bitches that chill around the way now We got to get it, YEAH! We gotta... My bitches, all my bitches, c'mon Tell me what you got for me What you got for me, all my bitches what you got for me |
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| 11. |
| 3:04 |
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(Busta)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (get out) Such a remarkable sound (get out) Yeah, such a remarkable sound (get out of here) Flipmode get down now Yeah check it out, such a remarkable sound (get out of here) Busta Rhymes comin through get down (get out, get out) What the deal now (get out of here) Yeah, yeah (Verse 1) Are you ready to get on? (Who, me?) I cause such a reaction makin all my people go (Ooh-wee!) Just like a group of happy children Yo its such a feelin To see all of my live ballers (Carry on now) Oh see how I be gettin so passionate I get a real eagle and I bust my shit off by accident The God bless glory Success story Whiteboy better but a stash up in my armrest for me The way I blow shit up its like a bomb threat for me I gotta blast and demolish everything before me I throw your shit in the back now You're wack now And ain't no kind of turnin back now So relentless I won't even let you fools finish a freakin sentence Call for my people like a school attendance And then I strike with a triflin vengeance Reppin like a winner And do away with every last one of you wack niggas (Chorus) So (Get out) If you's a fake just (Get out) You need to just (Get out of here) Police you try to close the club (Get out) You really should (Get out) You need to just (Get out of here) Chick if you ain't got your own dough (Get out) You need to just (Get out) You really should (Get out of here) If you frontin like you really live (Get out) And you know you not (Get out) You need to just (Get out of here) (Verse 2) The one world alliance Flipmode the most reliant for the thorough guidance On how to get most of this money like a secret science Only the live soldiers allowed there's nothin you can do Frontin with your crew while you talkin to corny chickens too Nevertheless address the cheddar for the treasure chest So bless the spot before the thugs close chest One time I hope yall know just what the motherfuck your dealin with Got so much platinum for this beat you thought I was a silversmith We phat now so look at how we brought it back now We made it possible for streets to hold a stat now And become the wealthiest, healthiest And bring the fire that will reach about 1000 degrees celsius Hold on, bank this money, better roll on Or sing a broke folk song I'll be for so long Paid with a big brim hat just like a lampshade with bells Wylin in the truck, the choice to roll with me We be them new millennium prime time niggas Walk the fine line niggas, sippin fine wine niggas Now, if you cross the line we fuck around and blind niggas With so much press it's like we did the illest crime niggas What? You know I'm like a loco man, noble man Turned global man, rippin bicoastal like a postal man And when we come you know we came to get it And what you need to do is BOUNCE if you aint rollin with it! (Chorus) So (get out) If you be frontin just (get out) You need to just (get out of here) Police you tryin to close the club (get out) You really should (get out) PLEASE just (get out of here) Chick if you ain't got your own dough (get out) You need to just (get out) You really should (get out of here) And if you frontin like you really LIVE (get out) And you know you're not (get out) You really should (get out of here) Get out, get out, get out of here (Repeat x 4) |
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| 13. |
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yo, it all began like, bust it
My nigga City bout to bounce on a trip We met some niggas with alot of things they want em to flip I told my nigga get the dough and keep the blau on your hip Travel safe, you know that I'ma hold it down on the strip Good lookin, word to mother son I give you my wit But when I get back, I'ma bounce straight to your crib On the strength, son slid until you to the Greyhound Wit a burner in the knapsack, headed straight outta town Now, three days pass I'm still on the strip Doin hand to hand with twelve collapsible, stashable clips With little magnets on the side of the clips we planted like a project When police come we stick the clips in any metal object Throwin a nigga on the walls and try to search me down I laugh knowin that my stash'll never be found Well anyway, on the third day, son came straight to the strip Wit a new floss and shiny shoes on the whip My nigga hit me with the latest, greatest He told me get inside the whip so I can know just what the up to date is He said he fuckin wit some Guyanese niggas how ill them niggas is What kind of dough they get, and how they handle they biz How they connect with Jamaician niggas who speak American And how they chains swung a medallion iced out pelicans And how they stay wit four pounders And speak American to try to blend in Like they aint obvious out of towners Okay, I've never heard of workers gettin five G's pay For trips that last for only 2-3 day How these Guyanese niggas be eatin pasta but they love zucchini Rockin valor tennis suits by Sergio Tecchini Them type of cats that call you because you can't call 'em Rockin baseball fitters with wild animal skins |
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| 14. |
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Intro:
yeah this next joint right here... is dedicated to all my niggas that I love all the niggas that held it down with me through the whole shit from the beginning of the fort, to the now current day of the fort from the beginning and the birth of this whole shit to the now success of this whole shit and all my peoples that be holdin it down for their peoples ridin with them through thick and thin, love y'all niggas peep it CHORUS 2X: 1, 2 Everytime I sit and take a look at how we grew so much my niggas 1, 2 All the things I do, you know I will hold my flags for you my niggas (verse 1) now, this how the shit all started was like doctors of ? I was being conceived kinda retarded like, and while my moms was conceiving this beautiful baby doctors was the this woman's stress out of this Jamaican lady Pops beef and straight carrying on nobody realizing how the god was now being born ayo, yo, 1, 2 while they was wildin and shit they couldn't even find my pulse, sonogram on the frisk so, they tried a natural birth, but had to stop production baby stuck all up in the womb, another malfunction 1, 2 and now the doctors discover they had to cut this lady's gut, and c-section me out of my mother Pop duke could only sit and ask why looked up in the sky and begged for mercy from the most high c'mon, now, 1, 2 see now the day would feel blessed watching the birth of a precious baby life manifest see how that bugged me out CHORUS (over chorus) that shit, that type shit be buggin me out cuz... y'know niggas, nigga look back to them days when you know shit is kinda ill like y'knawmean? nigga, niggas like fall out, y'knawmean? motherfuckers is, niggas live long enough to look back and shit and laugh and shit, y'knawmean? (verse 2) young and learnin shit that started is thick started inquiring alot, started using my dick like I knew it all but I wasn't really knowin and shit buggin when my pubic hairs started growin and shit now hold up, a young nigga now a couple years pass searchin desperate to experience my first piece of ass now, gettin into mischief and caught my first arrest started smoking weed and started totin on them cigarettes eyes bloodshot like I was starin at a highbeam nigga only twelve so why he lookin like he nineteen? 1, 2 the fast life baby, young with an old soul from the past life baby a young nigga wanted things and wanted money quick ambitious on the Amtrak, wit a quarter brick my nigga, 1, 2 it got hot in the streets my nigga campaign the cops who started walkin the beat, my nigga trouble causin too much problems just me and my brother made mommy a grandma and shacked up with my babymother now it a seed, I was always ready to clap shit strugglin, so then I start fuckin 'round with this rap shit moved to Long Island and got up with a few niggas believin we could show the world we was the Leaders Of the New niggas a crew of niggas that was hot like an infirmary blazin til they started actin like bitches internally so now, Flipmode is how we own it fo' sho tried to fuck with niggas but I couldn't do it no more fo rilla, 1, 2 and then I got with some niggas always wit it to multiply the gross and double the figgas and then I, hit with bombs and hold a stack in my palms whippin Bentleys, floss icy shit and take care of moms give the local little old man a job as my chaeuffeur hold it down for all my niggas til the movement is over it's kinda beautiful CHORUS repeats to end (over chorus) yeah, y'knawmean? how we have acquired so much where we can look back and, and actually laugh and lavish in the, in the, in the moment as we prime in life look at how we, we struggled all this way and went through the bullshit motherfuckin, little obstacles situations they try to set up for niggas to fuckin fall off and lose they hard earned shit, y'knowmean? I holds it down for my niggas though give my last to my niggas all the niggas that was wit me through the whole shit love y'all niggas, word my Flipmode niggas, man |
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| 15. |
| 3:29 |
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(feat. Flipmode Squad)
(Rampage) Yeah (Uh) The Rulership (Word) Anarchy niggas (Yeah yeah) Spliff Starr (Spliff Starr) Bus-a-bus (Bus-a-bus) Roc Marci (Roc Marci) Rah Digga (Rah Digga) Baby Sham (Baby Sham) Rampage (Rampage) Yeah Another Voyage nigga (Another one) (Busta Rhymes) ONE TWO THREE Come on (Chorus) (Busta Rhymes) Here we go again Y'all niggas know we have to give it to you Here we go again Now feel this banger while it's running through you Here we go again We come to hit y'all with that nigga music Here we go again More shit for y'all gon hear the drug abuse it Here we go again Now watch the way we always blow the spot Here we go again We fuck shit up and take the shit you got Here we go again Flipmode you know we always bring it (What) Bring it (What) Bring it (What) Bring it (What) Bring it (Rampage) I'm a real wise guy, you can't fuck with me You could catch a quick bullet like Brandon Lee Carry my squad on my back like a MPV I got a sick paddle log that's banned from TV Charge your whole squad a hundred CC Straight from the streets, learn from OG's Rocks ain't nothing my jewels is deep freeze Blood, sweat, and tears, gotta stack the G's (Roc Marciano) They don't Wanna see me twenty pounds heavier On the cellular They wanna see me shot And bellied up I tell you what When I'm switching my whips I bury one Walk around in the streets With heavy guns Bust it Marinate in your self-source A couple shells to dry you out To a pale horse Smashing your image Take it back Then we crack with a villian Scratching my d-dick Plus be the rapper to liquid (Busta Rhymes) Spliff Starr Rampage Rah Digga Roc Marci Baby Sham Busta Rhymes DJ Scratchator FLIPMODE SQUAD Mutha fucker What y'all niggas want Yeah you know we always gonna give it to you HARDCORE (Spliff Starr) I double drop kick niggas Run around evict niggas Give it to you full blown Like HIV sick niggas Act like you know B I watch you die slowly Tapped action Like Charles Dick to Kobe Was a blood spilling Smack a faggot from the village Steam boil cabbage And hurt your momma feelings Run you off the court Defeat you at your sport Spit, pop, and twist niggas Like Moet corks (Baby Sham) What now Hardcore sounds We snatch crowns Too much mouth You lay down We clear crowds Send a large threat What you expect For me to get rich nigga And blow off my set Never that I'ma rep Flipmode Till the sky's black Turn to macks And hear how we murdered this track Do you feel me dogs Six blocks Ninety-six buildings Brick walls Still push rock Cause I'm the source (Rah Digga) Now Make noise one time for the tight little swinger Posing in flicks sticking up my middle finger Everybody trying to get they little shine these days Make a bitch cold flip back to my grimy ways Ball in my court, those who lack sport Tear they ass to the roof without the black thought Coming on the scene thinking you the Don Juan Type crimes have you pissing all in your Sean Don (Busta Rhymes) HERE WE GO NOW Now what the fuck y'all niggas want And how we blow And give you all exactly what you want SEE FLIPMODE IS THE SQUAD Whatever niggas wanna try We smash you in your face And make it black around your eye WE ?BOUT TO WRECK IT NO DOUBT I'm ?bout to hit y'all with some shit that make you BUG THE FUCK OUT And make y'all niggas get real arrogant and THUG THE FUCK OUT And everytime we in the spot We always smash shit and make y'all niggas BUST A SLUG OUT (Chorus) (Busta Rhymes) Here we go again Y'all niggas know we have to give it to you Here we go again Now feel this banger while it's running through you Here we go again We come to hit y'all with that nigga music Here we go again More shit for y'all gon hear the drug abuse it Here we go again Now watch the way we always blow the spot Here we go again We fuck shit up and take the shit you got Here we go again Flipmode you know we always bring it (What) Bring it (What) Bring it (What) Bring it (What) Bring it Ha Flipmode New album Labor Day 2000 Fuckers The Rulership LP Flipmode Squad Unstoppable Cut the shit off Cut it off |
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| 16. |
| 3:00 |
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Yeah
Serious now Serious All my niggas ONE TWO Line up and COME THROUGH I got shit for all of you to wild out and DUMB TO Back and bust your gun too Nowhere to run to This shit is the jerk So run your jewels and your ones too All my bitches WHAT WHAT I like your whole strut Bounce and hold your ass out Make it open and close shut Watch me bust a whole nut Right over your whole butt Slice you down with the dick Just like you was a cold cut OH FUCK Now watch me dig all in your whole gut Stuff it like a roast duck Fucking packing a toast WHAT WHAT What about you slapping the shit up out ya Flipmode We them niggas And I'ma always shout ya See how we high rollers Smoking till we high zoning Niggas on the corner Clutter the streets in the nights roaming Now see how we got you open My niggas hold your post Bitches if your riding with me Let's see who rocks the most (Chorus:) All my niggas (What what) We coming through (What what) Repping for my niggas and my bitches too (What what) Back and bust your gun too Nowhere to run to Black out in the truck Until there's no club to come to All my bitches (What what) We coming through (What what) Repping for my bitches and my niggas too (What what) Bounce and shake your ass out Break fool and black out Hit you with some shit That will make all y'all just pass out Know I keep that hot shit Fuck up your block shit Have y'all niggas stupid On some straight cock your glock shit Everytime we drop shit There's no way to stop shit Bust y'all niggas ass Then like to sit back and pop shit Yo we bout to lace y'all Deface the place y'all With shit that feel just like A fucking foot in your face y'all Is you with me? (HELL YEAH!) Before I hit y'all Flipmode be the niggas That will be sure to split y'all We will never quit y'all We won't permit y'all Whack niggas to come inside Like they be the shit y'all FUCK THAT! Yeah you know we blaze And we wreck shop Put it down for live niggas While we watch the next fly All my niggas pass through Before we blast you This shit so real I don't have no need to gash you We will never calm down We won't put the bombs down Rep for all my niggas And we won't put the arms down (Yeah you know we keep it coming) Yo people is good for nothing (Ay yo!) Hot to death with shit that always keep you jumping And rush the dance hall Until all they ass fall I make you other corny niggas Get off the damn wall And then we bless y'all With the currently fresh y'all And hit y'all niggas with flavor Nothing less than the best y'all Now we see how we got you open My niggas hold your post All my bitches wylin with me Let's see who rocks the most (Chorus:) All my niggas (What what) We coming through (What what) Repping for my niggas and my bitches too (What what) Back and bust your gun too Nowhere to run to Black out in the truck Until there's no club to come to All my bitches (What what) We coming through (What what) Repping for my bitches and my niggas too (What what) Bounce and shake your ass out Break fool and black out Hit you with some shit That will make all y'all just pass out |
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| 17. |
| 2:55 |
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Yo
All my niggas in the place What now Talk to my bitches All up in the place See my niggas They be laying all up in the cut now Anyhow I'ma doing my thing And blow the spot baby Maybe bust a little nut now Funny how the older bitches get familiar And try to give a nigga just a little butt now Sing along (smoke now, nigga get high) And get all in this money nigga (before we die) Bitches let me know that you up in the spot (whoop whoop wooo) All of my niggas just shout it at me (yeah yo) Even though it's kind of ill Nigga follow the flow Nigga wanna know where we shine Try'na ball and glow Watch for the sound round When I swallow the dough I'ma do it to ya Like I never did it before Now let me give it to you (flipmode squad baby) Now what the f**k y'all niggas wanna know about the (God baby) Ha Then I jump right out of the whip And I park it My pinky gleam Like a motha f**kin' third of the antarctic Everybody get wild in the spot All my niggas just pile in the spot It's such a shame Somebody might just lose they child in the sky C'mon all my niggas c'mon (what) My niggas that be reppin' with me (what) My niggas that be holding me down (ha hooo) And high steppin' with me (what) C'mon all my bitches c'mon (what) My bitches that be reppin' with me (what) My bitches that be holding me down (whoop whoop woo) And high steppin' with Now Tell me what you niggas really wanna do C'mon now (excuse me) We coming through C'mon now Hit you with the brand new When I'm bumping You don't need to ask who Nigga please (c'mon now) Where the trees (c'mon now) Shit When I'm bouncing And hit you with the flow Then I make you just act a fool One two (one two) Wild like another mad nigga To be ready to back it too Here we go (here we go) A lot of motha f**kas They ain't even got a clue C'mon now Let me school y'all niggas permanently Like a motha f**kin' tattoo C'mon now Hey (hey) Hey (hey) You know you shouldn't (try it) My nigga Before we do shit to (start up a riot) Everytime we come through All the bitches shout (whoop whoop woo) All of my niggas shine if you ready (yeah yeah) Let me blow for a few Nigga c'mon Bounce in the street With the heat stashed under the seat In a range that's blue nigga (c'mon) Cats like you be searching the crib All the weakling niggas in your crew nigga (c'mon) Everytime a nigga come step in the spot Y'all niggas know we come to blow the venue nigga (c'mon) But wait Guess what (guess what) Flipmode to the rescue nigga (c'mon) Y'all (y'all) Know (know) When we put it down Niggas really wanna blow this shit (shit) It's (it's) Like I got a grenade in my hand And you know I wanna throw this shit (yo) Everybody get stuck in the spot You don't really give a f**k in the spot Better watch your whip Because they might just tow your truck from the spot C'mon all my niggas c'mon (what) My niggas that be reppin' with me (what) My niggas that be holding me down (ha hooo) And high steppin' with me (what) C'mon all my bitches c'mon (what) My bitches that be reppin' with me (what) My bitches that be holding me down (whoop whoop woo) And high steppin' with me |
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(feat. Lenny Kravitz)
Hoo, hah, hoo, hah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Rock star shit niggas From the street, to the stadium From the street, to the stadium From the street, to the stadium niggas Now c'mon! (Verse 1) Bouncing, every time I be hittin y'all niggas with shit That be makin y'all niggas really wanna black up in the fucking spot We keepin hot for my niggas fresh up off the block Now all my people bust a shot BLOW, BLOW, BLOW! Bus a Bus is back all in your face and I'm back to replace And lace y'all niggas with shit that'll totally erase These other corny niggas up outta your head As far as I'm concerned none of them niggas can fuck with the dreds WHAT, WHAT, WHAT! Yeah, yeah, I be keepin it movin, and be keepin it groovin Rep for my niggas by showin and provin That we the illest when it comes to this here Now go get the drinks, go get the blunts, and get the fire What you say? YEAH, YEAH, YEAH! What the fuck is bounce up in your truck when you start to conduct Yourself in a way that be makin you wanna fuck Wild out in the spot, and get to actin like savages Tell the one who manages the spot, I got the damages HO, HO! CHORUS 2X: I know y'all niggas want it (I know y'all bitches want it) WHAT I know y'all really need it HO The shit to keep you bouncin WHAT To keep the party heated Make Noise, Make Noise, Make Noise, Make Noise, c'mon! (Verse 2) Busta Rhymes givin it to y'all niggas so check me out While I pick up my crew and pick up Rah Digga I'm talkin 'bout how we be puttin it down wit my Flipmode familia That's a fact we comin through, so step back MOVE, MOVE, MOVE, MOVE, MOVE! Get the fuck up off of me and please release me from my shackle Watch me and my crew and how we tacklin corner the market Y'all niggas know exactly how we about to spark it Makin all of you the target, BLAU, BLAU, BLAU!! See how we be keepin it comin regardless whatever the reason It never matters whatever the season Now peep how we wildin', and breezin on through When you know that we will keep it together whatever, get the cheddar YEAH, YEAH, YEAH!! Yeah now, lemme continue to talk to my people and continue To blow the roof off the building and right before we get to Wreckin the spot everybody climb up on something and tear the lights Up off of the ceiling, BO, BO, BO, BO!! CHORUS 2X Hoo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ha, Busta Rhymes, Lenny Kravitz, Make Noise now, c'mon! From the streets, to the stadium, Busta Rhymes, Lenny Kravitz Here we go now, Make Noise now, everybody now, c'mon! Ha! (Verse 3) How's about to keep it kinda raw and just give it to motherfuckers And how we smash it and cash it we rip it from motherfuckers You know we got it, you niggas know we rockin And get all up in your pocket, YO, YO, YO!! Yeah, yeah me and brother named Lenny Kravitz We tearin it down and blowin the spot in the Jacob Javitz However you wanna do it grab the gas and the matches and start the fire Take it up a little higher! YEAH, YEAH, YEAH!! CHORUS 2X |
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| 19. |
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(feat. M.O.P.)
(Busta Rhymes) Tri-lateral commission Berkowitz, Fizzy Wo', Bust-Down (AiYAHHHHHHHHH!) Chorus: Busta Rhymes + M.O.P. Everytime I take a look, the only thing I see is MY LIVE NIGGAZ IN THE SPOT Tell me what y'all want GIVE ME EVERYTHING YOU GOT Y'all niggaz ready to do it LET'S BLOW THE MOTHERFUCKIN SPOT All my niggaz ATTENTION.. (LOUD AND CLEAR) WHERE MY NIGGAZ READY FOR WAR? (WE RIGHT HERE!) GET EM (WHEN WE SPOT EM) HIT EM (KID WE GOT EM) WHERE MY NIGGAZ READY FOR WAR? (WE RIGHT HERE!) (Billy Danze) I got reason to believe, some of you niggaz feel the man isn't live and direct (GET AT EM BILL!) LONG, breathe easy pop, this is Hip-Hop in the HARM WAY, we do it the war way, all day I never procrastinate (you shouldn't) I'm from where the war games fascinate (you couldn't) You wouldn't believe what they've been tellin me The perfect match is jail and me cause I was born with a felony (uh uh uh) Fuck that! How this shit look when a nigga stretched out, with his chest out and a mess out in Brooklyn, HI-YAHHHHHH (Busta Rhymes) Y'all motherfuckers is back?! Y'all motherfuckers don't know how to act Y'all motherfuckers attack!! (Billy Danze) And those motherfuckers are wack, I travelled a rocky road Swift to the Flipmode, quick grip for the unload Father forgive me for my sins but I'ma raise hell to the bitter end - I'm a soldier! Chorus (Lil' Fame) Fuck the bullshit! I kick a bone out yo' ass Hardrock nigga?! I kick a stone out yo' ass! Warning, to all those, caps get peeled quicker than e-mail to your ass sayin, "Kill kill kill!" Curb chasin, straight lacin, with a Mac-10 blazin Split yo' ass up like a Temptation You cats is animated cartoons (WHO YOU?) The return of Goodfellas Part Two BITCH throw your fuckin guns up, put your fuckin hands down HOT FLAMES UP, (buck you with), (BUSTA BUST DOWN) We sneak the guns right in, y'all keep tryin and I'ma check all pussies like a G-Y-N Open up your can of "Whoop Ass"; I'll open up a fresh can of "I'll Fuck Yo' Ass Up Quick Fast" Flipmode, M.O.P. Fizzy Wo-mack, Wo-mack Y'all know who the fuck I am! Chorus (Busta Rhymes) Aiyyo yo-yuh-yo, and now I hear no one (you) would let less than a motherfucker fear no one None of y'all niggaz don't really wanna fuck with the dread The street brawler stomp your face into the back of yo' head C'mon now, I'm quick to roast fry boil and even toast a guy Multiply the ghosts like the world's greatest coke supply Shit changed, you sellin WEED over the damn computer Introduce the millenium STOMP nigga for the future I be that prime honorary nigga that'll voluntarily blast the last, Tom & Jerry ass nigga And write raps to the sound of these gats Perhaps my raps will paralyze a bitch-ass and make him collapse Yo, see they be quick to bust they fashion of a calico My niggaz Berkowitz and that other motherfucker Fizzy Wo' Mashin through the city yo, and the foot it don't lie Ready to blow this bitch up at the drop of a dime Chorus (ad libs for about 8 seconds before fade) |
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| 3:59 |
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(feat. DMX & Jay-Z)
(DMX) Uhh, that's some shit.. ..that that that niggaz ain't even seen before That's that shit! (Motherfuckers ain't never seen nothing like this before, for real man) It's goin down baby, uhh.. UHH! Busta Rhymes WHAT?! Uhh, DMX nigga Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh I see ghosts clearly; even though, most don't hear me They still wanna get near me - fear me, so I'm leery Kinda eerie what I'm feelin - from the floor, to the ceilin Straight through the roof, want the truth? I kinda miss robbin and stealin cause it kept a nigga hungry, only eatin when I starved I was ugly, so I robbed, no one loved me, shit was hard Went to God once in a while when it got a little too hectic He was the only one I knew that I respected (WHY?) Didn't know why, didn't know what I was livin was a lie If I ain't shit then, why should I try See, plenty niggaz die, over dumb shit, up in the hood Real good heart, but up to no good Thought I did what I could, but I guess it, wasn't enough The Devil told me it would happen but I kept callin his bluff When it rains it pours now, my pains are yours as yours are what's mine, define, revolvin doors (nigga!) Chorus: Busta Rhymes (Why?) All my niggaz tell me (why) tell me (we die) Cause we crazy with it, quick to blaze you with it From in my soul to every word that I curse with all the agony expressed in this verse; let me ask my niggaz (why?) My niggaz tell me (why) tell me (we die) Because we Gods nigga (and) we go the yard nigga Because I walk the ground under my feet and keep it live and stay in tune with the street Now let me ask my niggaz (why?) (Jay-Z) They say the good die young, in the hood where I'm from I only got one question to that - why the fuck am I here? I look to the air, I ask God, "Love me please," but in reality, only people that hug me is thieves Same niggaz that send shots through my rugby sleeves They wanna, slug me and leave, I'm thinkin it must be me Please shed light, the hood's dark I did my dirt but got a good heart Shouldn't that count for somethin? I was told I'd amount to nothin, most of my childhood Liked by folks it was stuntin my growth Seperated me from the shit I was wantin the most Felt myself comin close to pumpin them O's Lump in my throat, chest poked out, face was poker Tryin to, erase my ghostes, chase the smokers Got demons on both shoulders, tryin to chauffeur my life through the streets In other words nigga my will was weak Please feel what I speak, this ain't your average ordinary jargon weak rap niggaz be talkin This shit is deep, from the mind of Busta, 'X and me To all my fallen soldiers, rest in peace, til we meet niggaz Chorus w/ minor variations (Busta Rhymes) I must be cuckoo, like I respect the new-you, never See you too could get it through your FUBU sweater like a nigga when he walk in the dark, trespassin on a nigga land, shots echo loud in the park I live and die for all the shit I believe And rep for everything I stand for with every single breath I breathe Like the intake from cigarette smoke, it's like you inhale the demon in the gutter stressed struggled and broke If the shit was all over tomorrow, I'd leave a treasure for my kids with a legacy for my CHILDREN to follow You know it's funny how the good die first Get the peppin in your steppin faggot nigga cause you could die worse Hold on, you know I cut off my arm, in the name of reppin REAL NIGGAZ in the midst of droppin this bomb Allah blessin me to rep for the better, and carry on somethin great and keep a nigga name livin forever! Chorus w/ minor variations |
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(CHORUS)
What this world is comin to, to, to Can you see, see, see, see What's in store for you, for you, you, you, you, you, you, you (Verse 1) Yo, right before I lay your soul to sleep Witness the day of your wreckin and wit god on the street Behold! What the f**k y'all niggas come around here for We massacre the masses so therefore Here's your, invitation to explore The way we gather up niggas to thoroughly rep for My street niggas, C'mon! Stressed niggas, C'mon! Hungry niggas, C'mon! Yes, yes y'all, C'mon! Hope my live motherf**kers pass the test y'all Prepare for high retribution, and I hope God bless y'all (bless y'all) F**k shit up and watch the truth manifest y'all (fest y'all) Feel it in your guts and the burnin in your chest y'all (chest y'all) Pushin through just like a wild flood With such a pain that's so intense it make y'all wanna cry blood My slang talk earned a scholarship, from how to style a chick Influnce rulership and earn another dollar quick (quick) You need to do the philisophical research F**k around and be the next to die you better leave first Yo, my whole crew extra large, stay charged Like polytheism havin belief in many gods I gotta handful of niggas wit a sick disease Die close to destructive anti-social tendencies Yo, turn up the treble just a level Analyze the science deeper than when Musa symbolized the devil Now let me ask y'all CHORUS (you are now in the current state of Anarchy) (Verse 2) Ha, all hell break loose Yo, we fight to the end and never call for a truce Y'all niggas better pick and choose and select the battles wisely Always with the same approach and never once surprised me Ha, however how clever Niggas is fighting for mad cheddar Yo, cold like the wind blow in the winter Make you remember the torture like the frostbite that bit off your finger This Means War, I said it before Adrenaline rush, heart beat rapid, sweat wet up the floor Try to threat and wanna battle me nigga I'ma show you the major differnce between a dream and reality nigga Yo, then I continuously hype up a nation Huddle wit my niggas plan for tomorrow go into isolation And analyze how many niggas gon lose Tryin to squeeze they foot up in a pair of great man shoes And analyze how we was needed to live Carry out my dooney give the most thanks and be appreciative Pass this to all my seeds after me Represent and fight to be that everything my seeds want me to be The economy has been at it's best, to all my niggas hungry Let's keep weavin and magical methods of makin money So I'ma rep at my fullest, you can't spark me And fight the hardest in the grim current state of Anarchy... CHORUS |
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