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Daddy, can I sing this song, please?
Thank you Hush other rap for niggas, don't you cry Flip Mode is back, and you are gonna dye Now they are niggas and they make it fall good It can be alot safer, when they move off the hood It's too late for you to try to call a truce You tell him and your nigga like the cipher on lose Better watch your head You better watch how you talk Watch me sleep, watch me walk Always beware of a choice you make Every time you click every route you take Crazy shit of you everytime I had to talk I get really pass, since the fallin' of New York Now we sayin' shit I never thought we'd say before You might realize It Ain't Safe No More If you would realize It Ain't Safe No More If You would realize It Ain't Safe No More. Yeah, unfortunatly for alot of you muh'fuckers We 'bout to wet up in your shit And give it to you in the way that you might not be prepared to deal with What it is, what it is And It Ain't Safe No More!!!! |
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| 2. |
| 4:14 |
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(Busta Rhymes)
Let's get it goin Yeah... yeah I'm about to Picasso a new picture for you mufuckas I'm baaack... yeah I just want every one of you mothafuckas that here to do one thing with me C'mon (Chorus) Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise C'mon, New York, Jersey, Philly, Bemore, D.C., Virginia, come on! Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise N.C., ATL, Chicago, Cleveland, Miami, LA, Houston (Verse 1) We bite the nigga straight outta jail, give me the money nigga I'll smack you stupid, ain't nuttin funny nigga I'll lay a nigga out and use they ass to shoot like a marble black floor Bloody something like a hacksaw And then we stash a couple gats in the bag because we at war Pistol whip some of these niggas, leavin em wit cracked jaws Battlin like we in costalon, niggas see you supposed to know We extremely serious niggas You see it's so marvelous how we just strap more, pack more No chichi niggas allowed, just throw em out the back door This lone menace got it wicked for the protenants You niggas soft like limp dick and lead progenes Blessin the younger thug wit shit to look forward to The god is back, so niggas is quick and to fast forward you Yo, this shit be straight energy You've been fuckin wit Flip Mode, nigga, while I'm refreshin your memory C'mon! (Chorus) Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise N.O., Seattle, Detroit, St Louis, Dalas, South Carolina, niggas c'mon! Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise Connecticut, Pennsylvania, Boston, Buffalo, Delaware, Okland, Little Rock, c'mon! (Verse 2) You see it's hectic, respect it Blow up your deck until my cassette is ejected How I will beat you just like your father, don't even bother However nigga, whatever nigga, who wanna follow? It gets coarse like the calice of a struggling black foot under privilege I'm quick to stick you for your whole bank book Bitches follow my bounce and follow my flow Follow me now, follow me later, follow my glow Ayyo, follow instructions and follow the pro And to follow my magic, bitches wanna follow my doe Keepin ya bouncing, got all my people singin the hook Got bitches buggin like how niggas be wild in the brook Look, we street niggas, while you live by the book Funny nigga, ain't no need to shoot yourself in the foot Fuck wit bitches that's gettin doe and they know how to cook In every struggle, I always did whatever it took! So all my niggas (Chorus) Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise Maryland, Michigan, Kansas, Kentucky, Alabama, Indiana, Utah, c'mon! Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise Phoenix, Memphis, Nashville, Mississippi, Rhode Island, Colorado, Wyoming, fuck it Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise Idaho, Illinois, Minnesota, Missouri, Oklahoma, Overgod, South Dakota, come on! Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise Almafon boroughs, Brooklyn, Queens, Yorksman, Hatinstaton alley niggas, come on! Ha, yeah, everybody rise, come on Everybody rise again, rise wit me mufuckas As I welcome you all to the genesis A whole new foundation, A whole new idea A whole new experience A whole... entire... new... movement Busta Rhymes, Flip Mode Squad, I salute y'all Yeah, yeah, come on, everybody riiiiiiiiiiiiiiise Yeah, yeah, enough of the intro shit, let's get straight to it |
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| 3. |
| 3:20 |
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Here we come yo,
here we go, here we come yo, here we go, here we come yo, here we go, here we come yo, here we go Busta Rhymes nigga, here we go, flipmode nigga, here we go, neptunes nigga, here we go, once again my niggas, here we gooahhhh (come on) guess who's back in town bitches get on the dance floor and pull your shit on downnahh from miles around the way we fuck you niggas up and flip a brand new sounddahhhh the most hot shit all around so hot it make a bitch wanna give me a powwaahh huh! fall on the ground (come on) pull up a backwood and stay steamin the browwahhh the way we come in your town see we controllin your fort now come on give me your crownaahh talk that shit to me girlahh, what you say? ah! strip for me I got the camcorder shorty make a flick for meeahhh and how wide yo ass can split for meeahhh see how we be makin you black and fuck the party up and keep the dj bringin it back i'm sayin uh uh uh all over the track man, uh pardon me uh as I come back nigga uh uh uh all over the track man uh pardon me uh as I come back nigga uh uh uh all over the track man uh pardon me uh as I come back uh uh uh all over the track man uh pardon me uh as I come back nigga what we gonna do in 2002 even though we havin fun in 2001aah stay strapped grippin my gun whippin the truck pack wit bitches and stackin my oneaahh and while we wildin and fun and all my bitches show me yo ass and rep where your frommaahhhh come on ahh! cuttin it down in such a way it make police come shuttin it downahhh I hope to see how we takin it there while we at it mothafucka throw ya hands in the airahhh valet parkin the car while we up in the club buyin every drink at the barrahhh we givin you this shit come on show you niggas how we always flip the script come on ahhh back off, get out my face and every time we come through nigga give me my space i'm sayin uh uh uh all over the track man uh pardon me uh as I come back uh uh uh all over the track man uh pardon me uh as I come back nigga uh uh uh all over the track man uh pardon me uh as I come back uh uh uh all over the track man uh pardon me uh as I come backahhh fo my doggs who be keepin it raw while bitches be gaskin a nigga please gimme some moreahhh the way you be shakin yo shit to da floorahhh damn! ahhhh i'm a give to you mommy fo sho and if you couldn't take it then what is you fuckin me forahhh ya'll niggas know how to act when we get robbed niggas know we come push da shit back im sayin uh uh uh all over the track man uh pardon me uh as I come back uh uh uh all over the track man uh pardon me uh as I come back nigga uh uh uh all over the track man uh pardon me uh as I come back uh uh uh all over the track man uh pardon me uh as I come baaaackahh |
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| 4. |
| 2:56 |
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(Busta Rhymes)
Yeah.. back by popular demand, it's about to get Godly Yeah.. hold it now! AOWWW! C'mon, c'mon (c'mon).. yeah Huh.. c'mon, c'mon (c'mon).. yeah Huh! Bear witness on the way we stay cuttin 'em down In two-thousand-two, shuttin 'em down Have you sippin on it 'til you start suckin it down I hope you know that we ain't FUCKIN around Niggaz you betta BELIEVE when you see me the shit be double trouble I overLOAD and take this SHIT to another level I shut it down, sho' nuff, pack ya bags Let me work, make it hurt, cause I'm next wreck Lay flat nigga hit the deck, or face big DISrespect In addition the SHIT we wreck Firework flow, spit and make a BIG effect Bang it in the truck until ya whole SHIT eject, c'mon Stop nigga, close ya shop SCUD missile launched fire burn quick, every SHIT we drop From the GROUND with another sound yes we put it down and always BOOM and pound, so we shut 'em down (Chorus: Busta Rhymes + (Pete Rock) I shut 'em down (shut 'em down, shut shut shut 'em down) I shut 'em down (sh-sh, sh-sh, shut shut 'em down) I shut 'em down (shut 'em down, shut shut shut 'em down) I shut 'em down (shut 'em, sh-shut, shut shut 'em down) I shut 'em down (shut 'em down, shut-sh-shut 'em down) I shut 'em down (sh-sh, sh-sh, shut shut 'em down) I shut 'em down (shut 'em down, shut shut shut 'em down) I shut 'em down (shut 'em down, shut shut 'em down) (Busta Rhymes) Hah! One two three four five six seven eight nine Comin THROUGH, betta tuck in ya shine Once ya lookin for the HEAT, if ya seek it will find I had these devils watchin me sayin these sneakers is mine! Now hold up - we drop the bomb first then get under ya mom's skirt to get her frenzied like a motherfuckin rock concert While you're busy and tryin to FIGURE what the God's worth I'll malfunction your plans 'til the motherfuckin sound work Now I'ma CUSS when I BUST ya ass And leave 'em stiff when I hit 'em like a MUSTARD gas Steam fire when I puff, then I flick the ash You wack and I had enough, put your shit in the trash Now you know we got the shit in the smash Wild until you slip and you crash, y'know we keep the SHIT in the stash From the GROUND when we come around, yes we put it down and always BOOM AND POUND, when we shut 'em down (Chorus - w/ minor variations) (Intro to "Genesis") As we rockin you all to the future Ahhh, we come to give you that Operatin like we be official Yeah, we come to multiply And we're plannin the scheme for the long win Yeah, our shit be always right Every move you'll see how it's related.. |
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| 3:57 |
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(Busta Rhymes)
Genesis, Genesis Genesis, Genesis Genesis, Genesis Genesis, Genesis (Hook) I'd like to introduce you all to the motha fuckin' new millenium bounce Oh! We come to give you that Operating like we be official Yeah! We come to multiply And we're plannin the scheme for the long run Yeah! Our shit be always right Every move you'll see how it's related (Busta) Genesis, Genesis, Genesis (Hook) (Busta) Genesis, Genesis, Genesis (Verse 1) While we continuously stay sculpturin bombs Love unconditional greetings with opening arms And for my worthy niggaz I'ma die tryin for y'all With the blessing of an angel's tear cryin' for y'all Back to the foundation, takin you under back where it all started With a whole new beginnin and a brand new hunger Starvin to where my skin was suffocatin my ribs Now we got bitches interior decoratin my crib Touch the love I got like you holdin my heart in my hand And watch my manifesto, shit was all a part of the plan The fashion that I choose to deal with this shit Sometimes it's so hard to describe the passion that I feel for this shit How many struggles I survived just to eat this meal Never thought y'all meet a nigga that could be this real Flipmode up in this bitch now let me make you aware Too late for turnin back my nigga cause we takin it there (Hook) (Busta Rhymes) Genesis, Genesis, Genesis And leave! (Verse 2) And leave a mark until it's deep in the floor Y'all niggaz fucked up never should've let let me get my feet in the door And then I step through, FUCK wipin my feet at the door I be the deacon I'm beatin niggaz and speakin the raw Strictly raw shit is what niggaz be seekin me for Testin my strength, that's what the devil's try to weaken me for C'mon, yes and y'all off to the next step.. for sure Rep and make you wanna accept more Niggas analyze the jewel that I reveal in a rhyme I'm like somethin that has evolved about a million times Peep the display with all the new features The way we really doin it, these mu'fuckas probably wouldn't believe us Flipmode Squad by all means, a pledge of allegiance With the great feelin of people like the comin of Jesus While a lot of other niggaz don't be tellin you nothin That be the same bullshit that's always pushin my buttons Godly is how we rep this undeniable force You like a weak preacher, swearin smacked dead on a cross Kick niggaz like the two back legs of a horse Chop ya fingers for tryin' to put your hands in the sauce Sometimes I think that it would be best if you run And do yourself a favor, cause you got your whole life ahead of you son! A whole new thang startin for me Smell so much ass in a spot, the beat got the world fartin for me When I spit you know I always love to garnish it hard While you love-it hate-it niggaz trying to tarnish the God I know some dudes that would love to bring the hatred to y'all While I continue to bless you with shit that's is sacred to y'all Even if I had to bend you in place I always put it down and rep my niggaz from the most genuine place From my street corner niggaz to my live niggaz everywhere Too late for turning back, we takin it there (Hook) (Busta: repeat 35X) Genesis |
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| 3:18 |
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(Busta Rhymes)
Yea, I know it's kinda cold outside Bring your nasty ass inside ("Eddie you should know better.." - (C. Mayfield)) Play yourself a dark corner motherfucker, yea ("Brother, you know you're wrong.." - (C. Mayfield)) Come on, can't stop, won't stop, rockin' for you niggas 'Cause I rep the street and Johnnie Cochran for you niggas And I, got a state gun cockin' for you niggas (twenty-one) legal (gun) shots (Rah Digga) Poppin' for you niggas And I, blow tones, more force than cyclones Shit is on everytime I catch a Ron Jones Thug bitch, rock boots and hoops with rhinestones (Got the) key (to the) city and (run the crime zone) (Busta Rhymes) Now come on, take something, shake something, break something Stop, close your shop, you niggas ain't sayin' nothin' Niggas be frontin' and knowin' they ain't really weighin' nothin' Betta (stop) 'fore we (pop) and really (get to sprayin' something) (Busta) Flood it up (Digga) Whip it up (Busta) Smoke it up (Digga) Blooded up, Niggas straight tryin' to brake, I tell 'em shut it up, I spit the ill for real, ain't nothin' buttered up, (Flipmode) doin' it (everybody) love it up (Chorus) East coast, what up? West coast, what up? Midwest, what up? Dirty South, what up? All my chickenheads, put it in your mouth, It's Flipmode, better stay up in your house All my thugs, what up? Thug bitches, what up? Street niggas, what up? Stack riches, no doubt We got the block locked take another route, It's Flipmode, better stay up in your house My niggas HOOK (Rah Digga) Dirtiest, wordiest, Jersey it's wetter than a mile I stalk like pedophiles, no body get's saved when I bless the child Gettin' (eight) like (snapper) you too fessed to vow (Busta) Hold up (Digga) Run on (Busta) Get up (Digga) Come on (Busta Rhymes) Ahhooo! And put every single nigga where I'm from on (Bitches) all in the (spot) go head (and get your) fun on (Niggas keepin' it) movin' (go head) and get your (thug on) (Rah Digga) (What on) earth possesed y'all to try a lil' (drunk) lil' (high) Big heads in the sky make (niggas) straight (cry) Without Mo' and Dry, take it down (homeboy) got bigger fish to fry Fuck that (Other nigga) Rush that (sucker nigga) (Busta Rhymes) Niggas love the way we sound up on another Digga (Hot D) but I got another younger brother bigger (Digga) pass me the Henny so I can take another swigger (Chorus) (Rah Digga) Switch it up like Ak-Nel Why you hit a dry spell, Cats like you get no reply on the Skytel (Hate y'all) Raps like Eminem hate Britney (Bonafide) MC (Who) fuckin' with me? (Busta Rhymes) Top niggas better give props nigga ('Fore you get dropped) fuck around and get your shit popped nigga, Flip-flop niggas, you could (really get your shit mopped) Or left to lay up in a pit stop nigga (Digga) Spillin' it (Busta) Feelin' it (Digga) Killin' it (Busta) Come on! (Rah Digga) The hardest MC don't want flex no more (Make it hot) everytime I rock, rest assured Shit'll have that (who could rock) the raw best award, nigga (Busta) Look it up (Digga) Cook it up (Busta) Shook it up (Digga) Book it up (Busta Rhymes) When we (rock) you shouldn't watch (promoters) nook it up (Raise the level a little) you know (my niggas) took it up (In and outta big) figgas while me and (Digga) cook it up (Chorus) |
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| 3:52 |
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(Busta Rhymes)
Yeah I though all y'all was goin' Uh, Yeah, yeah, yeah Were gonna take y'all on a little ride and shit You mean now, now, now, yeah We gonna sail in one of them big fat ocean liners on the street Swim through this mutha fucka Busta-Bus now, now, now (Busta Rhymes) Hop scotch I found a new bounce Just rock back and fourth while my beat knock (Aurgh!) Stop chips and cock glocks wit' clips Go sailing in hot ships and park big whips (oh!) Getting' them whips and bounce outta town Take trips ride slow through them hoods and park at the main strip Baby girl gimme yo hand cock fast (c'mon!) With a number in your hand, hot ass (hold up!) Shorty actin' just like she had a hit (on me!) Fuckin' while shorty's busy shakin' her shit (on me!) Man stop, just let 'em flop watch girlfriend let alone cock block Hot shit make a bitch wanna whine just like a reggae tune Make y'all niggaz wanna act and bust the AK boom! Everyday create a may lay today is pay day mutha fucka you better make way! (Hook) It's your night go get your money Get that dough bounce if ya want And light that blunt smoke if you got to Shake yo shit bounce if you have to Flimode squad back in the spot With all yo shit bounce in the truck Yes yes y'all bounce we go what ya want All my niggaz, all my niggaz All my bitches! C'mon! (Busta Rhymes) We stay spittin' on See what we sittin on Shittin' you see how my 20' be fittin' on nigga A 100 dollar bill shorty number was written on Hittin' shorty on the sink wit' the lights in the kitchen on C'mon! move quiet with all the DL chicks Who carry on Lincoln head up on my CL 6 Hit y'all wit' the shit split y'all Chicks all on my whip hoping ya ass fit y'all We suppose to reach most shit bang Watch how niggaz bounce in East Coast (Heaighh!) Choke y'all provoke y'all Killin' street everytime we distribute the coke all Check it, see now a days we caught cribs And caught big fat loss Fuck big fat bitches that make cliques back off The way we prove it to y'all Is just bang niggaz every time we do it to y'all (Hook) (Busta Rhymes) Yeah Straight black out shit fo show Making you back yo mack out quick Aiyo (huh) Yeah we floss and drop pricy things Talk slick and money and rock icy things She tried to get that score By throwing the pussy begging me to hit that raw (uh oh) We puts it on and watch bitches getting' a getsy Flimode up in this mutha fucka just for the record (Hook) |
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| 3:35 |
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(BUSTA:)
Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah. Turn my music up (C'MON) Turn my music up (C'MON) Truck shit now (C'MON) Truck shit now (C'MON) Truck shit now (C'MON) Truck shit now (C'MON) Turn my music up (UHH) Turn my music up (UHH) Truck shit now (C'MON) Live nigga bully foot brassed up on rap shit now. Check it out now (VERSE 1:) Yeah, yeah, yeah re-lax that shit you talk Before I sick my bitch on you that'll bounce with your dick on a fork I'll bring a bigger storm to calm your clouds I own a couple things; I even own a farm with cows I own the moment when my niggas run deep through crowds Like how a pregnant woman breast milk leek through her blouse A lot of niggas like to wish on a star don't give a fuck who you are I know some niggas that'll piss on your car Now see, every time we step in a place I give y'all niggas shit that put a foul look on your face And rob ice like I was never more able Don't drink coffee 'cos my diamond be cutting the glass on the table Hey, I be the lost found tribe of "Jabas" Bust niggas then I plant another bomb in your ass And then I put my students all in a class To clear my ruler ship And make y'all niggas fucked up doin' the math (HOOK:) One time now (C'MON) Truck shit now (C'MON) Truck shit now (C'MON) Turn my music up (C'MON) Turn my music up (UHH) Truck shit now (C'MON) Truck volume (C'MON) Truck volume (C'MON) (CHORUS:) I know ya-wanna-get up-on it Let me-show ya- how we do Every-time we-drop that-shit you Know we-put it-down for you (HEY, HEY) (VERSE 2:) How many times you gon' crush down somethin' You need to change your name up, to Bus-A-Bus down somethin' You fuckin' with the highest my nigga Tryin' to fuck with the giants, might as well call me Goliath my nigga C'mon, drop hot shit on the spot; sop it up with a mop Before the hungry come and shop on your block I know some niggas that'd love to blood suck you all A thing of the past, because them niggas stuck you all One shot bustin' the same bullet, struck you all And when they bounce you hear voices screamin' "FUCK YOU ALL" Gathered up about a thousand young ?box? who brawl As decoys, in case they needed to duck you all That's why you better move tight with your click Niggas be thirsty and quick Just to be off into the night with your shit C'MON, we keep it street to give a damn who you are Make niggas wile, and bitches spread, and put they hands on the car Now let me frisk 'em, and shake they asses down to the floor One dude wonderin', "What them niggas is poundin' me for? What them niggas grillin'? What them niggas houndin' me for?" Before the poundin', "What them niggas was surroundin' me for?" Well let me tell you what the fuck we was surroundin' you for We came to get you once but now I come to get you for more And while they get and got, niggas drinkin' ten-dollar-henne a shot Getting' drunk and wilin' out in the spot (HOOK:) What the fuck now (C'MON) Truck shit now (C'MON) Truck shit now (C'MON) Turn my music up (C'MON) Turn my music up (UHH) Hot shit now (C'MON) Street shit now (C'MON) Truck volume (C'MON) (CHORUS x2) |
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| 4:36 |
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(feat. P. Diddy)
[P.Diddy] w/ (Busta Rhymes) Oh yeah, I like this, ladies and gentlemen The time you all been waitin for (let's do it, do it, do it) This is a Bad Boy, Flipmode collaboration (Come on) [P. Diddy] Shake ya ass (come on), watch yourself (okay) I'm the man (let's go) and no one else Rrraah, rraah [Busta Rhymes] Like a dungeon dragon Still king of the flow, while my mink be draggin I said I'm sick with the flow, stick a dick in ya hoe Make them shut down the club, we threw a brick in da door [P. Diddy] Shit, I'm the number man, hot like Summer Jam [Busta] (Puff) Slick like Fonzarelli, and Rich like Cunningham I stretch them like rubber bands (I make them say) Oh shit, the bitch got up and left with another man (Saaay what!?, wha is you talkin bout?) There's nothin to talk about (see), you just a walk about I light a long L, and just blowin the smoke about [P. Diddy] See, we serious wit it, they ain't nothin to joke about [Busta] And while I scope it out, I love the way you bounce Shake ya shit tuck in ya ass in poke it out, come on [Chorus: Busta & P. Diddy] [Busta] Give me the Henny, you can give me the Cris You can pass me the Remi, but the pass the Courvoisier [Diddy] Give me the ass, you could give me the dough You can give me 'dro, but pass the Courvoisier [Busta] Give me some money, you can give me some cars But you can give me the bitch make sure you pass the Courvoisier [Diddy] Give me some shit, you can give me the cribs You can give me whaever just pass the Courvoisier [P. Diddy] We got these hoes lovin it They gettin familiar man, they screamin out my government (Sean John) I like them in twins like doublement (Don Juan) [Busta] We be bangin all types of chicks from here to (Hong Kong) The best dressed bitches actin all cute to my shit And get the wlyin out they actin like a boot to my shit Sorta go a distance from yours, we holdin Jewish money now Down to the credit card different from yours [Diddy] It's the law for me to get in ya drawers I run the city of cars, they call me Mr. Diddy, the boss You know me, the only G to willy a porshe [Busta] We get dough in all land the size of philly of course Can imagine the price that my jewlery really would cost We go to clubs with a briefcase and a half milli to floss (damn) Fuck around and you can really get tossed Ken Griffey flow, call me Alaska 'cause I be the king of the frost What you can do is [Chorus] [Hook: Busta] Five thousand boomin watts I got a thousand karats all over my watch Travel lighty, flow back easy Back with the bus-a-bus and the P.D We stay livin at the top of the charts The shit we be spittin, be state of the art We rockin ya block shit, wlyin like rock shit Strapped with the gun and the street corner hot shit [Diddy] Now we sittin' in the drop top pretty Knock, knock who is he? [Busta] Bus-a-bus, I put it down and this I get busy (Excuse me bus-a-bus) Full control of the city, if you aint know [Diddy] By the way, the name is Puff It aint my fault ya dane corrupt We went form Henny, to Remi to Moe to Belve to.. [Busta] The game is us; we gettin money motherfucker And the game we trust Everytime we put it down, reppin the name is a must Flipmode! [Chorus 2x] [P. Diddy] Yea, yea, yea just pass the Courvoisier Yea, pass me that louie that motherfuckin' that that iron groove Nineteen vintage motherfuckin' medievil Ow, bitch. Yea, just pass the courvoisier That that shit make, that dark shit just me wanna fuck Straight up, I just need to know Dis nigga Diddy dick hard as a..(*mumbles*) |
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Yea.. Check it out, see
The only thing you need to do right here is, Is nod your fuckin head Yeah, yeah Break ya fuckin neck bitches Yeah, yeah Here we go now.. Where we goin now? Where we goin now? Give it away, give it away, give it away now Give it away, give it away, give it away now Just give it away nigga Yeah, here we go now [Verse 1] Tell me wat'chu really wanna do (Come here ma) Talk to a nigga, talk with me You look like you could really give it to a nigga, from the way you talk and the way ya try to walk for me The way you really try to put it on a dawg Threw ya hips like ya never did before for me The way you break yo' back, and I break yo' neck, and the way you try to put it on the floor for me (Come on!) Come on (Come on!) Oh yeah Tell me where my niggas is at (Ok!!) Lemme address y'all niggas one time, while I lock that down, and I hit'cha wit that (YOU GONE!) That bomb shit, y'all niggas gone all day Be the nigga in the drop, Y'all niggas know every time I come through, this motherfucker, where we always takin the ride (So let me do this bitch) Y'all niggas know when we come, we be makin it flop, the way we makin it hot'll make a nigga wanna stop... [pause] Get money, then cash that check for me All my niggas just bust yo' tech for me Everybody from every hood bang yo' head, 'til you break your motherfuckin head for me! [Chorus] Just let me give you real street shit, to rap in yo' shit with Recline yo' seat rewind this heat Keep bouncin up and down these streets So nod yo' head and Break yo' neck nigga! Break yo' neck nigga! Break yo' neck nigga! Bang yo' head until you start to Break yo' neck nigga! Break yo' neck nigga! Break yo' neck nigga! Break yo' neck! [Verse 2] Come along now (Let's put it down nigga!) When I bounce back and you know I done caught my breath, y'all niggas all know how we do, when the way we bang niggas in the head, and we do it to death (We fold 'em back whodi!) The fire boy, you know we bakin a ounce I know you love the way we be givin you the music, makin you bounce Now fuck it up just a little for my niggas, everytime we come through niggas know that we did it for y'all (Uh-huh) And the way we do it for the people, niggas know we always give it to y'all I said bounce (Come on!) In the day time or the night, when ya creepin along, Well just bang this shit up in the truck, while you break yo' neck, now motherfucker try to figure my flow See the way we come right through (When we come right through!) We be always blowin the spot, again and again, and make a nigga really wanna STOP... [pause] Better tell yo' crew, yo' peeps, all my niggas better put they troops on And gather up your soldiers nigga, you know you better keep yo' boots on All my niggas in the place (Aiyyo!) Wave your hands high now, and the way we put it down, make a nigga wonder what he really gonna try now What'cha really wanna do? Just place your bet, and put'cha money where ya mouth is (Ah-hoo) All my niggas in the street just break yo' neck and keep on boun-cin! [Chorus] [Verse 3] Here we go, and you know everytime Busta-Bus be holdin the fort, my nigga watch how we shuttin it down, The way we put it on, comin through like a steamroller, me and Dre nigga ain't no fuckin around My nigga (WHAT!) Yeah whattup, Me and my team got a link cuz you know we stay choppin it up And when get up in the club, or how my niggas at the bar how we lockin it up And we get a little (High!) And we get a little (Drunk!) And we get a little (Crunk! Come on!) Lemme give y'all niggas some shit, that'll make you wanna bang this out yo' trunk (Come on!) Get money, then cash that check for me All my niggas just bust yo' tech for me Everybody from every hood, bang yo' head, 'til you break yo' motherfuckin neck for me! [Chorus] |
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| 11. |
| 3:20 |
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(Busta Talking)
Bounce, Bounce, Bounce niggas Come on bounce, come on bounce, bounce Come on bounce bitches, come on bounce Come on bounce, come on bounce Everybody bounce niggas, come on bounce What come on, come on I'm sayin bounce bitches, come on bounce now (Verse 1) Yes, yes yall, you know we talkin it all See how we bringin the street corner to Cargenie Hall It be so funny to see how badly they want it The fall, fuckin up somethin me and my niggas is ready to brawl (ha!) Now I'm ready to call my niggas get off of the wall I run up in the club like how these bitches will run in the mall While we poppin the collar holla you need to folla the scholar (aiyyoo!) Hustle for dollas and rock it until manana My niggas, KNOW HOW WE DO IT I do it for the love and the riches, my niggas hittin them switches I got the rent from my bitches (You fuck around, youse a gonner!); Put this shit back in order And keep in mind that I might be fuckin somebodys daughter My niggas that be keepin it gully and hang on the corner Bitches get the strippin and shakin they shit how they wanna Let me see it mama, and start showin ya shit I love the way you make it bounce and get the throw on ya shit (Chorus) Bounce, represent where you from (Bounce) Let me see ya throw it (bounce), Let me see ya throw it (bounce) To all my ladies (bounce), I love the way you make it (bounce) Let me see ya throw it (bounce), Let me see ya throw it (bounce) EAST COAST NIGGAZ! (bounce); Now let me see ya throw it (bounce) WEST COAST NIGGAZ! (bounce); Now let me see ya throw it (bounce) MY DIRTY SOUTH NIGGAZ! (bounce); Now let me see ya throw it (bounce) MY MIDWEST NIGGAZ! (bounce); Now let me see ya throw it (bounce) (Verse 2) Now let me warn ya (bounce) The way we comin you we bringin the storm ya'll Pack the garden up watchin all of my niggas form ya'll The way we always do it, you sayin we wrong ya'll (ah-roo) You still be lovin the way we put it on ya'll OH BABY! I know you know I really mean well Mizzy givin me head all up inside of my V-12 Female bitches throwin they pussy at retail All up in ya face see every inch of it get detailed (ah-hah!) Now we rollin wit bigger money we foldin (ah-hah!) Crackin (?) in the safe in money we holdin (ah-hah!) Hold on, pause, these bitches be droppin they drawers Layin flat on they stomache and poppin it all on the floor Comin to get us, we tossin ya niggaz like lettuce (uh-auh) Leavin you beat up we threaten the moment you met us Bitches open for bonin' and fuckin they starvin the let us Sweatin and drippin on niggaz and startin to wet us (so!) Check out the way that we reppin we comin to get it (ah-roo!) Get the fuck out the club if you aint rollin wit it I be givin you bitches some shit you be wontin to goggle Hittin these bitches that focus on wantin' to model Wether you whippin up in the truck or you revin' the trottle Or you wlyin up in the club or you throwin the bottle Just let me see it mama! and start showin ya shit I love the way you make it bounce and get the throw on ya shit (Chorus) Bounce |
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| 12. |
| 4:35 |
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Yeah, yea
This shit sound like.. one two o'clock in the mornin with the full moon out Niggaz in they trucks creepin With a fresh box of ecstasy pills for these bitches (Verse One) Yeah, team select, please collect, G's connect Thieves nigga direct the trees to the SmokeFest Wanna take a toke? YES! The newest zone I'm in I'm like Smithsonian nigga, fuck it call me Napoleon Wave the torch, cut the head off the Leviathan The terminology I'm rhymin in cause a frenzy up in Ireland Hit ya, I'm gon get ya And drop the bomb scripture at your barmitzvah Yo, map shit out, blast through the speakers With a wifebeater on, Bushe below, a new pair of sneakers Street niggaz hang on the sidewalk, that's where I learned my fly talk Pimp-strut, and how to skywalk Moderatin how we establish the whole conglomerate The way we honor it, you'll never conquer it See how we wreck, has a global effect, on even Polish people Young and restless down to the old and feeble Peep them, Czechoslovakian to Yugoslavian niggaz Be all into my bounce so don't be botherin niggaz So NOW you should feel the whole cathedralish bounce Put one in your stomach leave you in a fetalish crouch, nigga My vernacular is spectacular Strategic plans'll have you lookin wacker than a postal office massacre Is that so? Make moves just like a fatso Bounce in a minivan Astro after my gat BLOW! (Chorus) Aiyyo, get up, get up, get dough (get dough nigga) Roll up, light up, and smoke that 'dro (smoke 'dro now) Bitch shake yo' hips and bounce real slow Niggaz rep yo' hood, I'm with that -- All my nig-gaz (all my niggaz) if you with me (if you with me) Yeah I see you (yeah) HOL-LA (Throw yo' guns in the motherfuckin air, c'mon!) All my bitch-es, if you're with me (yeah all my bitches where you at now) Yeah I see you (you know I see y'all) HOL-LA (Verse Two) Yeah, my whole entire mindstate deeper than astronomy and mathematics like Galileo Smash you niggaz like mashed potato Back when niggaz used to rock Ballys and Clarks I used to watch, little niggaz shouldn't hustle nickel crack in the park Barrels spray the brighter flame in the dark Blood spill stain on the street, that's how niggaz be leavin they mark Fuckin with diplomats who love Bailey's Monopolize and quickly get other money fuckin with Israelis So solid how we be symbolic to a handful of niggaz that be all schemin on the same wallet Them type niggaz that be conspirin and kidnappin Shit happens! Gun clap for you in a GIFT wrappin You should follow how the style switch up Like a group of religious niggaz schemin to kill they arch-bishop You big pussy nigga actin all hard Call me atheist, because I don't believe in you God It's like a grand feast celebratin the bounce of the century I tote the recipe quick for any type of discrepancy Busta Rhymes the great renaissance artist and architect Like how a Felipe (?) portrait is so hard to get We got the obscure shit for the street Nevertheless we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat Yo, we got the obscure shit for the street Nevertheless we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat (Chorus w/ slightly different (ad libs)) (Busta Rhymes) Holla at me now, c'mon! Yeah.. Busta Rhymes, cookin up a little brown stew chicken Dr. Dre niggaz, yea |
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| 13. |
| 4:03 |
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(Jaheim)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, Yeah yeah yeah yeah... Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah... Jah and Busta-Bus (Heh) Jaheim and Busta baby (Heh) Jah and Busta baby... (Busta Rhymes) Yeah.. wife in law, my bitch for the triflin whore Type of bitch to make a nigga get the right things for Bitch sexy, and beautiful, and gangsta, and golden Love to fuck a nigga till the pussy dry and swollen My lil' bitch had a figure like a wine glass Slim bitch stackin like a muhfucker with a fine ass Word to mother; bitch nasty like me Love to fuck a nigga in places where people could see The bitch send a chill like cold freezin a nigga The way she holdin and bitin and suckin and squeezin a nigga Down and dirty bitch never dick teasin a nigga Got her own paper and focused on pleasin a nigga She ain't out for gettin a nigga or fuckin my life She only wanna fuck a nigga while he fuckin his wife There was nuttin she couldn't achieve In the mornin bitch was across the street waitin for wifey to leave Called me on the cell while the wife was runnin a bath She can't wait for me to fuck her, till I cum in her ass Just a long-time chick I used to fuck from the past She love to out-fuck a nigga, see how long I could last It be nice the way she always let me dig in her rib The bitch fuck a nigga like she wanna move in my crib Bitch I always knew ya ass was a star In the daytime, whippin the droptop, givin me head in my car (Chorus - Jaheim) When a woman needs love, just like you do Oh, don't kid yourself, into thinkin that you don't Cuz she will fool around, just like you do Ohh, don't kid yourself, into thinkin that she won't (Busta Rhymes) C'mere bitch and place ya pussy right where it belong And put me in the mood to fuck just like a Jodeci song I love the little freaky shit you be approachin me on Dick all in ya mouth, you know what type of shit I be on The way the pussy lock feel like we about to be stuck All outside busy, givin me the balcony fuck Hold on get up off of me quick Bitch grab the X.O. and suck the Hennessey up off of my dick So quick, so fast, bitch'll come out her skirt Fuck a nigga till it hurt, while the wifey at work The bitch'll even call her girl so I can fuck with her friend And fall asleep to wake up and start fuckin again Straigh nasty little bitch no horsin around The bitch even want me to fuck her when she walkin around Hold up, it's kinda ill how we be workin the caper She ain't only good for pussy, she be givin me paper Wife-in-law, my bitch be always keepin it raw Always slidin out before the wifey walk in the door They way she fuck me on straight for the night Wifey still ain't make it home, I wonder if she workin late for tonight Wifey actin funny style but I ain't fuckin with that She ain't call the crib so I wonder where wifey was at Hmmm.. shit kinda had me buggin before But now I laugh because wifey had a husband-in-law (Chorus 2x) Heh... Heh... |
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| 14. |
| 4:43 |
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(People talking)
(Hook: Kokane) Likes to go, eventual Lead you home, come inside Why you got your ass on your shoulders Now, tryin' to spit at a bitch I lead inside Why you got your ass on your shoulders (Busta Rhymes) Yeah bitch put on an outfit, dazzle ya hair Come in the club fit to take you home and frazzle the hair Bitch understand I must have got a handle in here Why you open up ya ass and let me travel in there Create a scandal in there Don't talk, let me pull it out to add another angle in there Let me ride the back of yo ass like a camel in there Pussy hot like she lit a fuckin' candle in there Remember I was tryin' to get my drink in the slot And you was same girl actin' all stinkin' the spot It was funny how I thought I wasted breath on the broad A friend couldn't find her cause shorty left with the God And then I took her back to the crib, you can figure it out I'm diggin' it out with the dick in her mouth Get cha' homegirl to come start lickin' ya out And swingin' about until I start kickin' em' out Because ya... (Hook: Kokane) (Busta Rhymes) I'm sayin' she fuck a nigga like she want the God to lay in a hearse Makin' me curse, hope you relate to my verse And what be makin' it worse That they be the same bitches frontin' like they wasn't with it at first Actin' too good for niggas with your ass on your shoulders But now you'll be fuckin' a nigga till he fall in a coma I remember how you acted in the front of ya friends As I remember now you give me head in front of my Benz So now I'm smackin' it up, while you backin' it up With a car load of bitches now I'm packin' it up Now ya whole crew comin' and we whackin' em' up Let me beat the pussy till I start blackin' it up Got bitches diggin' in my back scratchin' it up Got em' screamin' shatterin' glass crackin' it up Get cha' homegirl to come start lickin' ya out Ass swingin' about till I start kickin' em' out Because ya... (Hook: Kokane) (Busta Rhymes) Sayin' in ya crib gettin' ya shit right sprayin' yourself With perfume that mean the dude start playin' yourself Ya too fly to let ya friends know ya lovin' a nigga So instead ya front like you ain't really fuckin' a nigga But still I really love to sit on my dough And there's nothin' I love when ya keep ya shit on the low Get cha' homegirl to come start lickin' ya out Ass swingin' about till I start kickin' em' out Because ya... |
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| 15. |
| 3:23 |
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We gon' change things
Yea, Genesis niggaz We gotta introduce y'all to the motherfuckin new millenium bounce Yea, two - thousand and one hot shit hot shit c'mon All my niggaz in the place, all my bitches in the place C'mon, c'mon, let's get to it Let's get to it, let's get to it All my niggaz and my bitches let's get to it New milleni - nigga bounce, new millenium bounce C'mon, c'mon, c'mon {Verse One} Aiyyo it's colder than a muh'fucka, who just let the hawk in? Nigga guess who just walked in? Lynch, most (?) makes them other niggaz sit upon the bench broke Then I step up in a trenchcoat nigga Got no time to be fuckin with them wonderama niggaz Let me loosen up your bra - strap mama nigga LISTEN UP! Look how we be rippin up and got the party pickin up And got you niggaz spittin up SHIT No pain, nigga never no gain, nigga no strain O. D. into my cocaine music Spit that venom; pretty thick bitches walk by If you let 'em pussy printin through they denim Take her for a ride 'round the block, let her enjoy the whip Drop her off, let her walk the strip Ain't it funny how nature work? Make bitches wanna bounce on a nigga 'til they make it hurt, c'mon Chorus Shake yo' shit until you make it hurt Throw yo' pussy 'til you make it hurt Pop that shit until you make it hurt Bounce 'til you really wanna make it hurt Now bang yo' head until you make it hurt C'mon, stomp yo' feet until we make it hurt Pound that shit until we make it hurt Until we make it hurt, now let's make it hurt {Verse Two} Are we ever gonna stop nigga? HECK NO! Shit now let me rip the muh'fucka from the get - go, nigga Let go 'fore you make a nigga wanna let the tec blow Bitches dancin like a stepshow, nigga Violate nigga, you gets no love, ghetto Only give a nigga show love ditto Your clique too little, fuck givin niggaz a riddle Fuck around I turn your wife into a widow Nitro nigga, make you wanna wild on the floor Like a bunch of little psycho niggaz Presto, shit we got a expo of bitches in here Whylin like a bunch of lesbo bitches The best show of bitches, so electro bitches, c'mon Get on your mark, get ready set go bitches Then we go and add a little propane to it Then we send another whole flame through it Clear everything in my path, before I split you in half You wack nigga, better get you a staff The freak bitches try to hit me with math Brushin off wack niggaz while them same bitches givin me ass, yo Now let me give you more hot shit, just for the record And make bitches wanna get ass - naked, c'mon Party 'til you wanna lash out Better yet, y'all niggaz party 'til you motherfuckin pass out! Chorus {Verse Three} C'mon! Throw yo' hands up high y'all Light yo' L, get high y'all Shit you can't deny y'all Don't lie y'all, don't try y'all All my niggaz inside y'all C'mon, let's start that shit y'all C'mon, and you know we won't quit Then bang niggaz with hit after hit y'all, c'mon In the meantime nigga just pass me the Henny, c'mon Little Cris' and a bottle of the Remi Write a bit and STILL sortin it out Flipmode up in this muh'fucka nigga, whatchu talkin about? Hold up - a lot of people ain't compatible nigga They be buggin on how a nigga spend capital nigga Ain't it funny how nature work? Hot shit'll make 'em bounce 'til she really wanna make it hurt, c'mon Chorus repeat 2X |
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| 16. |
| 3:39 |
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Yeah
Flipmode Neptunes nigga What you want nigga, yeah What you want bitches Keep it goin, c'mon Keep it goin, c'mon Keep it goin, c'mon C'mon, c'mon (Verse 1) Who be the father to this Bounce right here niggas be followin this Modelin bitches be frontin and be swallowin this Carry on and yellin, screamin, be hollerin this Flipmode co-signed to be the sponsor for this What? To conquer this you need to march on for this What? Ha, bitches just shake it and wiggle And start to bake and just giggle And then get naked a little and shit Sweat drippin off they face and they nipple and shit Niggas wildin til they be all tired and crippled and shit Yeah you buggin on how we be doin it to ya Til you hate our niggas and shit just like bullets was travelin through ya Now, from right to left with a capital F We gon' keep this shit hot to death and we stoppin your breath Drinkin and buggin and fuckin with them hoes again But it's nothing cuz y'all niggas know we 'bout to blow again HOOK: Kelis and Busta Busta, what it is right now Yeah Busta, what it is right now Eh-heh, eh-heh Busta, what it is right now Yeah, eh-heh, eh-heh Busta, what it is right now What you want? Eh-heh, eh-heh Busta, what it is right now Yeah, eh-heh, eh-heh, eh-heh Busta, what it is right now Yeah, what-chu... Busta, what it is right now What you want now Busta, what it is right now Flipmode Nigga, c'mon, c'mon (Verse 2) Let me show you what it is right now Let me... step up and handle my biz right now Niggas don't even know what it is right now Got 'em mad as if I was bonin they wiz right now So let me dig right now all in your ass way she bouncin got my... Bubbly startin to fizz right now Ayo, fuck it shit is feeling kinda big right now Got 'em ready to split a couple of wigs doin tricks wit her ass Shoulda seen what shorty did right now Got me stuck on just takin her back to my crib right now C'mon, the way shorty throwin that ass all over the place Why shorty dizzy tryin to throw it all up in my face Oooh... so what you got right now Cuz we comin to blow the whole entire spot right now Nigga we hot right now, all you other niggas move your shit over Because we comin take your slot right now HOOK (Kelis) This be the beat to rock for the street More hot shit we givin you more heat Feelin that bounce bangin the concrete Bangin in the club and bangin it in your jeep Flipmode Squad 2001 Wave your hands and rep where you from We keepin it street cuz that's how we live It's what it is baby, it's what it is baby (Verse 3) C'mon See what it is is that we smokin got you open my nigga Reppin til the very last word is spoken my nigga Think we jokin we be makin niggas soakin they clothes While niggas is runnin and wildin busy scopin these hoes Bitches is runnin and wildin scopin niggas wit dough While we keepin niggas open like we smokin the 'dro Heh, see what it is is that we create a ruckus Cuz that's what we love to do muh'fuckas, c'mon HOOK Flipmode nigga, c'mon Violator muh'fucka, c'mon We got Kelis muh'fucka, c'mon Neptunes muh'fucka, c'mon, yeah Bus-A-Bus muh'fucka, c'mon , yeah Everybody in the spot, c'mon, yeah What it is right now, c'mon Bus'll tell ya what it is right now, c'mon Bus'll tell ya what it is right now, c'mon 2001 hot shit, c'mon Hot shit, hot shit, hot shit, c'mon |
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| 17. |
| 4:24 |
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(Busta Rhymes)
Roll wit a nigga, put on some roller skates (laughs) yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Come on! Hot shit! More more more more more more! We gon continue to give it to you muhfuckas like this Put ya fuckin roller skates on! Yeah, hennessy niggas Yeah, more weed niggas I know it feel good come on, talk to ya beat (Huh) Thug niggas, yo we here to straight recruit y'all New millini niggas yo we here to straight salute y'all (Shoot y'all) Wack niggas we here to mute y'all And drop shit to make all you niggas just get the boot y'all, baby Wiggle ya shit one time (come on) Fuck you and your whole entire click combined (come on) ...Whatever the cost now, floss now Show you niggas who be the boss now All across the board wild they be bouncin my obstacle course now Sparkle with a gloss pushin a force now Now I get my wine and dine on, slide on A dick of a nigga who bust in you to get his shine on See some real live chicks sippin them mistics They buggin on how they let a nigga up in 'em this quick Don't get it twisted or we'll bring the most reliable (what!) We bringin that shit that be so undeniable (Chorus: Mary) Y'all wanna know who we with Busta Rhymes and there's only one You know my man is always rockin shit We keep it street cause that's where we're from You comin out to do your thing Underground heat to the club we bring And you know that we got this And you know that we got this (Busta) (Hugh) Brand new, all the way down the line From the new bounce the new money down to the newest shine Wit the new blue nine though I had to bust it a few times Watch these funny niggas and analyze all the true signs In due time we will accumulate, illuminate My click will fuck up the money you allowin your crew to make Yeah, and while we step up in the hot spot And fuck with these bitches until somebody start to bust shots Niggas duck for a second make sure they ain't the ones got To start the party against me (Ho) and yell blood clot! Everything be goin on from chicks blowin kisses Straight wildin out while these niggas surround these freak bitches Once somebody else started bustin they heat vicious I started holdin my toast, defendin all my street riches Up in the club champagne up in the ice bucket Now these niggas is wildin and throwin they drinks (Fuck it!) (Chorus) (Mary) Now don't get mad, cause what you had Too bad it didn't last And now we're back on this Busta track And now the games on smash (Busta) Yeah, all my live niggas get yours Floss heavy, all my bitches bounce on the floor Check it, squads deep with niggas everybody on Make the livest motherfuckers wanna bounce to my song Check it, my niggas organize, analyze the teamwork And how a bad shorty rockin that Rah Digga T-shirt And keep it goin while you tag along, swing along And see my niggas that be reppin while you sing along (Chorus - repeat 2X) (Busta and Mary ad lib) |
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| 18. |
| 3:27 |
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Yea.. aiyyo Uncle Pat, turn up the beat just a lil' more for me bruh
Yea.. (imitating the beat) This sound like Frankenstein's baby, yea (Verse One) Busta Rhymes! You know we live and in color (color) Shit butter hot, but just a little mo' gutter (gutter) Smash shit regularly, word to my mother Show love for the bitches and put it down for my brudda (brudda) Hot butter funk make it rain, close the shutter - violate Catch it from one of my bitches, boxcutter (cutter) Ahh, articulate! Feels so great that I can bless my niggaz with shit they appreciate ('ciate) No jive y'all niggaz can take a nosedive Shit so live bitches wanna give me a high five (five) UNGHHH! Fuck it, it is a must we hold grands Get with the program and fuck bitches who love to hold (hands) Foul shit, way out of order Fuck shit up leave bitches hot and sweaty drippin buckets of water (water) Disorderly conduct, will erupt When the live shit come on niggaz do what they wanna (wanna) Aight bitches, now show yo' asses (Chorus) The shit we droppin be sure to get y'all movin (get the fuck up) We keep it poppin, feel how gangsta the loop is (we keep it boppin) (we keep it gangsta muh'fucka) And it ain't no stoppin the way that we gon' do this Now what you want me to say? Say you ain't fuckin with me-ahhhhhhh (what the fuck, c'mon) (Verse Two) Huh, you see I got so much new hot shit stored Got you givin me an award, floored a couple on the come up Stretched a few, put 'em flat on they back And laid 'em stiffer than a board, the way I make my niggaz applaud My price tag, just to show up the shit Might be somethin you can't afford Make you say the Lord is my shepherd, how we astonish Move forward on novice niggaz like Cedric Ceballos with a hot song Now niggaz know we rock on, cock-strong All y'all niggaz is straight popcorn, AHH! Talk the trash, comin forth get past lie duke Pass shorty with the big horse ass (ASS) Now ain't no stoppin how we comin full blast Mix the fire with gas, that's how we put it on smash (smash) No lie, never deny - so hot we cook the shit well done just like a deep fish fry; UNNNGHH, snap crackle and pop What we drop and how we keep shit comin How we maneuver so fly (fly), so high is where we gon' take it Controllin the land, controllin the sea Now we control the whole sky; perhaps make niggaz collapse Make bitches shake they shit to the floor And feel the soul up in my raps and your face is the gutter we slap Make you crash all in your whip when you drive I hope your seatbelt's strapped, aight niggaz! Now throw yo' hands up.. (Chorus) (Busta Rhymes) Yeah, this sound like.. the music to Frankenberry or some shit The fuckin.. groovy ghoulies and friends or somethin (laughing) |
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| 19. |
| 5:59 |
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(Busta Rhymes Talking)
Greatness, yeah, yeah Aiiyo, turn the beat up a little bit louder Truck Volume (Busta Rhymes) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah We bout to play a lil' game, match the name with the voice So when you pick your favorite emcee you makin' the right choice SO WHO ARE YOU? (Baby Sham) Baby Sham, I'm known for the crud First night pops off with a couple of slugs (Busta Rhymes) AND HOW YOU DOIN'? (Baby Shaman) You see what I'm workin' wit, it's beyond rap Stick to the fact, that chapped lips get convexed Palm that, look where the arm's at, nigga need to launch that Now tell me what the problem be, is that I'm scorching dem To flood these streets, hot not partially, cock back the toast Put your heart for free, so what it feels like to hear me crushin' a beat (Busta Rhymes) SO WHO ARE YOU? (Rah Digga) The illest broad Digga, reppin' Brick City If I'm lying may the Lord come strike my left tittie (Busta Rhymes) AND HOW YOU DOIN'? (Rah Digga) Undisputed metaphor rap queen, always cookin' up some shit Like mom's a crack fiend, so what's the word Strike a nerve when I'm speakin' Any emcee whether black or white, or Puertorriquen I'm the big dog, you just a cat stuck in a tree Not one of y'all cocksuckers fuckin' wit me (Hook) (Busta Rhymes) SO WHO ARE WE? (Flipmode) Got you gaspin' for air, hot shit muthafuckas Throw your hands in the air WATCH HOW WE DO IT How we rep and yo we solemnly swear To put it down until it's over and our time is up here SO WHO ARE YOU? (Rampage) Rampage, new tenant, pack big still Fuck what ya heard, I'm ready to kill (Busta Rhymes) AND HOW YOU DOIN'? (Rampage) Day criminal, street thug material Flipmode Imperial, top breakin' officer Fuck around we warnin' ya, 21 gun salute 6 official conrads, ain't afraid to shoot Niggas see us, we got them shakin' in they boots Flipmode, the streets, bigger than Bayroots (Busta Rhymes) SO WHO ARE YOU? (Spliff Starr) Yeah, Spliff Starr, cunt-crusher, gun-busta Hard-to-toucha, one bad muthafucka (Busta Rhymes) AND HOW YOU DOIN'? (Spliff Starr) Gangsta bitch, deadly like cancerous I bring it where your parents live, show you what your status is Steam-boil your cabbages, I can't take y'all nigaz faggotness You about to die, show him where his casket is You wanted beans, I had your hood under siege Guns get squeezed, and bullets hit your knees (Busta Rhymes) SO WHO ARE YOU? Bus-A-Bus now, somethin' fo' sho' Keep 'em whilin' till somebody's left a leak on the flo' AND HOW YOU DOIN'? We've been awaitin' the God, to make an undernovel entry Controllin' everything in the yard Rugged like General Custard it seems How we crush grapefruit, niggaz, and make a mustard out of your team You know we hotter than the 4th of July So sit back and watch the fireworks show light up my name the sky (Hook) |
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(Busta Rhymes)
Yo me and my niggas and my clique be getting mad cream Balling the club, now I'm drunk having a bad dream This mothafucker tried to greet me with wealth I never knew that I would see that day that I would meet the devil himself This nigga was eagerly waiting to prove it Astonishingly, already dancing to his own burial music Well anyway, he plottin' to do it to me In a certain kind of way, and started off directly popping shit to me While he spoke a couple of fires would spark While he sat in the shadow talking his shit we watch the sky getting dark (he said) (Devil) (?) Where it hurts I'll leave you in a (?) straight up leaking in the back of a church Let a ghosting crib and haunt you like a ghost in your home Leaving you old and crippet like them ruins in Rome Watch your body shrivel up and turn your asses to smoke Fuck your flesh don't get yo blood sucked, the blood of ya foes I be that nigga that'll torture your spouse And leave a thousand body bags like truth.com in front of your house (Busta) Got me bugging on a whole notha level Tell me how the fuck a nigga really end up having beef with the devil Shit bomb the whole effect the nigga had on my dreaming Body reacting mentally, going to war with the demon Semi-chaotic like the typical storm So embellished in the dream a nigga felt it in the physical form The dream got my nose runny and shit Eyes watery, shorty watching my body twitch funny and shit Giving shorty sleeping with me the creeps She bugging off how a nigga just sweating and breathing so hard in his sleep Determined to conquer this nigga so let it begin Absolutely focused on killing the demon within So now we fight in the name of my brethren And every blow connect during the fight you can hear the thunder roll into heaven, Ain't hell a deep breath of fresh air The devil's presence blows a cold draft leaving a scent of death in the air While my mind was reassembling now Simultaneous wifey watching a nigga body trembling now Couldn't conquer me so now the devil wanted me dead Stabbing a nigga with the same bone he ripped from his head Yo its funny how the devils'll test us But if fully select, niggas bless with something some'll raggle with impressions Til I'm dead I'm always battling through You can't believe you cut my main vein that all my blood be traveling through Somebody gotta die, settle the score Because it's me or this nigga, I'm fighting to the death, I'm ready for WAR (devil laughing fades) |
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