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from Busta Rhymes - Anarchy (2000)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
The Anarchy, Busta Rhymes shit c'mon! 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.. 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 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!!) 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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from Busta Rhymes - Anarchy (2000)
"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 maestro 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 *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!) *Repeat 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 Cheddar so thick, sometimes the shit done 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... *Repeat (x4) "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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from Busta Rhymes - Anarchy (2000)
shit is about to get real serious
Busta Rhymes, Flipmode Squad, Swizz Beatz, check it out 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 in Dodge Durangos 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 *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!! 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 *Repeat (x2) 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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from Busta Rhymes - Anarchy (2000)
Huh.. yea yea yea yea yea yea yea
Hah! Uhh, uhh, uhh What, some more some more Some more some more, niggaz didn't want no more Now (now) ready for whylin my niggaz Let's set it like we on the Island my niggaz I'm with it (what what, wha what what) Yo, my clique startle bitches with a remarkable sparkle for my bitches with me (What what, wha what what) You know we stay dumb and keep shop runnin just the like a 24-hour deli The way y'all niggaz be poppin that shit you be talkin Y'all niggaz don't be nothin 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 tellys 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 niggaz and smoke up a ounce Crowd up in whatever amounts, makin bitches skip to my bounce So forever we be shinin like diamond Fresher than the fragrance of limon When we strike it's all in the timin Corporate niggaz bug on how we be stylin Fuckin with huge contracts with wife-beaters on on the day of the signin Makin all my bitches check for this shit My live niggaz know the truth That's why they always got respect for this shit *Bust one for me, Bladow! All my niggaz holdin they guns with me, Bladow! And restin and stackin 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 til they cum with me, Bladow! Whylin they be havin they fun with me, Bladow! In the struggle they be beatin they drums with me, Bladow! In the slums with me, Bladow! Bust one for me, Bladow! And now we mash y'all, harass y'all Until the shit we doin pass y'all You know we steadily readily give it to niggaz And blow up the spot for niggaz fefore we do the dash y'all Eh-eh-ey, eh-eh-ey-yo, ain't nuttin wrong til we perform Y'all niggaz know we bout to blast y'all (hah!) Fast me and my niggaz crash the party Hit my niggaz with shit and splash bitches before we flash y'all Now whassup? All of my niggaz salute When we get busy give me my loot, or lay 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 niggaz back to the root Tyin my laces all up in my boot All the bitches say that I'm cute, blowin on it just like a flute Now now now, before we blind y'all we shine and remind y'all Shit we got be always one of a kind y'all We constructin a new design y'all Better keep up my niggaz because you will get left behind y'all Let us bust a bottle of wine now And celebrate in the name of them niggaz 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 keepin you dumbin And get to breakin all the shit up in club once you know that we comin! My bitches check for this shit My live niggaz know the truth That's why they always got respect for this shit *Repeat Yeah To all my niggaz and all my bitches that just wanna live Live good, feel good, yeah Just bounce to this shit, c'mon, bounce to this shit All my niggaz and my bitches just bounce to this shit C'mon, bounce to this shit Yeah, Flipmode constantly Enough of that |
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from Busta Rhymes - Anarchy (2000)
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!! *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 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 some 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!! *Repeat 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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from Busta Rhymes - Anarchy (2000)
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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from Busta Rhymes - Anarchy (2000)
Busta Rhymes, 2000
We got the fire now 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! Aiyyo 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! *Repeat FIRE! |
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from Busta Rhymes - Anarchy (2000)
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) *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 *Repeat 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 *Repeat (x2) 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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from Busta Rhymes - Anarchy (2000)
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 *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 *Repeat |
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from Busta Rhymes - Anarchy (2000)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Get out)
Such a remarkable sound (Get out) Yeah (Get out of here) Such a remarkable sound Flipmode get down, now Yeah check it out (Get out of here) Such a remarkable sound Busta Rhymes (Get out) Comin' through, get down (Get out) What's the deal now (Get out of here) Yeah, yeah Are you ready to get on? (Who, me?) And cause such a reaction that the motha fucka's go (Ooh wee) It's like a group of happy children Yo, it's such a feelin' To see all of my live nigga's carry on now Oh see how I be gettin' so passionate I get a thrill even when I bust my gun off by accident The God bless glory, success story Whiteboy Billy put a stash up in my armrest for me The way I fucks it up, it's like a fuck-fest for me I get on last and demolish everything before me We run shit and that's a fact now, you're whack now And ain't no fuckin' turnin' back now, so relentless I won't even let you niggas finish a fuckin' sentence Call for my people like a school attendance And then I strike with a fuckin' vengence Finger on my trigger Figure I'll blast every last one of you bitch niggas So (Get out) Bitch nigga just (Get out) You need to just (Get out of here) Police'll try to close the club (Get out) You really should (Get out) You need to just (Get out of here) Bitch, 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) 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 nigga's allowed, there's nothin' you can do Frontin' with your crew while you talkin' to corny bitches too Nevertheless, address the cheddar for the treasure chest And bless the spot before the thugs protest, one time I hope y'all know just what the motherfuck you dealin' with With so much platinum for the street, you thought I was a silversmith We phat now, so look at how we brought it back now And made it possible for street niggas to hold a stack now And become the wealthiest, healthiest And bring the fire that will reach about 1000 degrees celsius Hold on, banker's money better roll on, or sing a broke folk song My nigga's so long he paid with a big brim hat, just like a lampshade And bounce, wildin' in the truck, the joints my nigga Ramp made We be them new millennium prime time niggas Walk a fine line, niggas sippin fine wine niggas Now, if you cross the line and fuck around them blind niggas With so much pressure it's like we did the illest crime, nigga What? You know I'm like a loco man, noble man Turned global man, rippin' bi-coastal 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 ain't fuckin' with it So (Get out) Bitch nigga just (Get out) You need to just (Get out of here) Police'll try to close the club (Get out) You really should (Get out) Please just (Get out of here) Bitch, 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 not (Get out) You really should (Get out of here) Get out, get out, get out of here (x4) |
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from Busta Rhymes - Anarchy (2000)
[Raekwon]
Straight up nigga, I'm a money nigga man You know what time it is wit me, yo That's right Take the track, cut the heads off, split it down the middle man Take the bones out man for real Yeah all applepie yeah Straight up, Flipmode BK king [Ghostface Killah] It was the best heist since ice Precise rituals Skated outta Jacob's wit the Fruit Loop jewels Holdin a navy blue uzi Krush Groovin waves off the atlas Coolin, that's how we make movies Basketball gun brawlers, bounce Black down 'bill-a-head banks, Malibu colorful shanks That's the way we live, Staten Island kid Old dog in it, the thug vaccine wit no pork in it Vivid imagination paper chasin Dufflebag swollen, we holdin Drink chocolate milk before we roll in It's like that ya'll, we gangstas Stickin all you Bay Ridge Benzes I'm out to get erect, terrific shit be the diamond district Tiffany's, pretty Valentine brick is on the second floor balcony Gems is magnificent, diamonds is cryin "Busta Rhymes take me, nevermind help!" [Raekwon] Aiyyo caught em at the ice pavilion Dressy, salad bar style Nestle Four white niggas, covered in vest pieces Think like a mob flick Guessin like Patsy in the mask, piece bust Got aggravated, slapped the glass piece One nigga beamin, faggot ass Lay on the floor ya fuck! Tied his broken arm to his Hush Puppies Wrapped around trauma, everything realer than fuck Tajuana left my nigga niece live comma Three young Italians, suited down personal style I'm in valour white designin on the 'dallions Felt like some crackers was in back of me Spit on the clerk, pass the Harry Winston set Ghost backin me Bust a shot, motored Four male in paper work Lord We get together once more before we blow this Murdered nobody Left em all baseball'd down, brotha Three wicked ass 6's, Gucci colors [Busta Rhymes] MONEY! Drop dead on the floor Nigga, pass the keys to the door Pass me all the cash in the drawer Or I promise you'll be payin the price Feelin like a nigga died twice Execute the world's greatest diamond heist Ya'll niggas know we out to get this MONEY! C'mon MONEY! 7x Raekwon, Ghostface, Rocky Marce C'MON! Let's get this money nigga [Rocky Marciano] Yeah we ?near the mind? out west Somewhere in Africa The Feds is after us, vest on my back Whippin the Acuras, feel like a mac bustin A rug in Preston on percussion I'll bust in your gate, nigga it's nothin A hail storm, ice rainin, mind containin Info, nigga what you in for? Complainin Sick bars deep in this language Did I tell you how my day's spent? Speakin through the face of Ronald Regan Iceberg History, calligraphy Colidescope colors, hollow-head shells and flarin gunmen Hate to see me comin like gray skies on day of judgment Makes you wonder where the love went Hit a nigga, feed him to some buzzards Put up numbers, plus I'm one to push his mug in We duck in the safe, check what I'm huggin Rocks the size of some shit, out in the congo My arms full, let's get the fuck out, Busta I got you [Busta Rhymes] Aiyyo we do great study on fossils and stones like archeologists Gem-ologists, collect the most priceless ices anonymous Canary stones yellow like a pumpkin Dunkin Donut precious size stones make me wanna cut the safe open Rae pass the blowtorch, Ghost brought the dynamite stick Marciano brought a chisel wit an ice pick Princess cuts, invisible settings Plannin the world's greatest diamond heist playin a tune by Otis Redding Icicle cones hang from the ceiling just like still ? Time to throw on a skully and tying a rag tight Throwin light went off and in the basket Grabbed the necklace from off the satin pillow while the glass casket Ice lay across the crushed burgandy velvet Up in the diamond slide-tray Gun in your face, slide it right away Roundtable with Habib, Mirishnokof, and the rest of them Jewish niggas We got them niggas drunk and talkin foolish see You know the way we straight manipulated the shit We swindle them niggas for all their precious things before we skated and shit Yeah, ya'll niggas know we skated early Disguised ourselves as the cidic Jews and even left my sideburns curly Bounce to Mexico and spend some pesos And bury the diamonds on an island your never heard Like Turks in Keikos Everytime we hit, we in and out quick Don't be surprised if we behind supplyin niggas all the platinum and shit MONEY! 17x Yeah, the world's greatest jewel heist Thoroughly and successfully executed By none other than Ghostface Killah, Raekwon the Chef Rock Marciano and Busta Rhymes A job well done fellas, very good piece of work |
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from Busta Rhymes - Anarchy (2000)
[Busta Rhymes]
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 on 'em How they rock silks and tailor made pants And get a matching bally shoe for the silk to step in the dance Washrags hangin from every one of our back pockets >From every fine wine to champagne them niggas'll straight cop it And set up shops in them neighborhoods that was residential Rock laced whips while the workers'll floss the latest rentals How they fuck with arrogant bitches who act pussy And love to hustle wit niggas and stash coke up in they pussy After all of that I wanted ones The way my nigga was talkin so next trip I went to bounce with son So now we out of town with Guyanese cats Up in they gates bubbling packages and layin wit gats Shit was slow until the main fiend was offed Just like a thief in the night And spread the word that we was back with the white [Intermission] "Ayo why don't you tell that crackhead to close the fuckin door and shut the fuck up" "Yeah man and clean the motherfucking spot up, smell like..." "Break the fuckin breakdown in the working city... yo go get the plates and the gym star" "Yo light that up, lemme hit that, gimme a light, yeah man cut that" "Fuck this shit" [Busta Rhymes] Yeah, see how we blowin pa The lookout niggas holdin fort like they was watchtowers Buggin on how we went through, a half a brick every couple of hours So on and so on, shit is good and we eatin First nigga to short a package will catch the most brutal beatin The whole town, see we now own it Carryin on and blemishing all in the hearts of the best moments We stackin cheddar now and shit is all clear And we was growin as workin niggas wit aspiring ideas We love to floss and the feeling of pushing chrome shit But in the grand scheme these niggas'll love to have they own shit Now these niggas was really ready to swell up We decided to separate from them niggas and make our shit develop Off in to the wilderness of the wicked Husid We set up shops and watched the games begin So now we ballin like a motherfucker, money was sick Gas on the cheddar and these bitches ridin the dick Fuckin everything from the local McDonald's bitches with the biggest ass To attorney bitches that'll beat a charge fast We used to takin niggas' custies and leave they set up on tilt And watch 'em angrily scheme on the shit that we built Aint it funny how shit transpire in fact Not too long after our ride we took the winner's stash, house was at Some niggas tried to run a jook with things in they palm Not a problem so immediately reach for the john Right away the gun BUST! straight lifted a nigga How we moved his organs with kickback, shifted a nigga Wild shots fire, everybody scatter like rats Leavin nothing but gunpowder and a trail of smoke in these gats Now we got this faggot nigga blood on our hands But fuck it, determined to fulfill the best of these plans Shit was hot but we was nowhere near ready to fall My son said he shot, but he wasn't bleeding at all Word, I started buggin when my nigga said he feel cold Then I looked up on the right side of his shirt and found a little hole So as we continue to radically blaze the fifth Flame the iron, not giving a fuck, y'all niggas wanna rip? Well we deaded three out of the four niggas who tried to jook One nigga slid and think he got off the hook Now let me find out one out of them three niggas we bodied Was one of them Guyanese niggas who buy drinks up for the party He was the nigga to flood the table with champagnes Stupid motherfucker tried to front, we had to leak his brain Suddenly my nigga fell to the floor And said his legs feel like them shits aint got no feelins no more More the actin up the more the shit I felt in my gut The shit was all over as soon as the director said CUT! That's a wrap, good actin motherfuckers, good actin That's the shit I'm talkin about Y'all ready to watch the playback? Fuck around, that shit'll be a box office smash motherfuckers [applause] THE END |
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from Busta Rhymes - Anarchy (2000)
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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from Busta Rhymes - Anarchy (2000)
(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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from Busta Rhymes - Anarchy (2000)
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 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 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 ou |
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from Busta Rhymes - Anarchy (2000)
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 fuck 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 fuckin' 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 fuckas They ain't even got a clue C'mon now Let me school y'all niggas permanently Like a motha fuckin' 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 fuck 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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from Busta Rhymes - Anarchy (2000)
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! Bouncing, everytime 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! *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! *Repeat 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!! *Repeat (x2) 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! 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!! *Repeat (x2) |
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from Busta Rhymes - Anarchy (2000)
Tri-lateral commission
Berkowitz, Fizzy Wo', Bust-Down (AiYAHHHHHHHHH!) *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!) 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 Y'all motherfuckers is back?! Y'all motherfuckers don't know how to act Y'all motherfuckers attack!! 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! *Repeat 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! *Repeat 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 *Repeat [ad libs for about 8 seconds before fade] |
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from Busta Rhymes - Anarchy (2000)
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 leary 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!) *(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?) 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 *Repeat 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! *Repeat |
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from Busta Rhymes - Anarchy (2000)
*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 Yo, right before I lay your soul to sleep Witness the day of your wreckin and wit god on the street Behold! What the fuck 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 motherfuckers pass the test y'all Prepare for high retribution, and I hope God bless y'all (bless y'all) Fuck 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 Fuck 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 *Repeat [you are now in the current state of Anarchy] 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... *Repeat |
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from Busta Rhymes - Extinction Level Event : The Final World Front (1998)
Intro:
New York, Jersey, Philly, B-more, D.C. Virginia, Atlanta, everybody rise!!! Cmon! N.C., L.A., Texas, Detroit, Chicago, Miami, N.O., Cleveland, rise!!! Cmon! Denver, Boston, Nashville, Seatle, Albany, Kansas city, everybody rise!!! Cmon! Buffalo, St. Louis, New Haven, Kentucky, Oakland, Phoenix, Vegas, everybody rise!!! Cmon! I'll be that live motherfucker from the flipmode squad that readjusts this shit properly and hits you real hard Then we affect with hard shit that sounds so beautiful (Why now?) Couldn't find a better time more suitable to send out a signal and round up all my niggas recruitable Type of nigga to torture your ass, stick some shit in your cutical Wait a minute, let me talk to all my niggas at hand Im'a hit all of my niggas, ya'll just follow the plan just get money and capitalize and hold on your stash Fuck the slouches, we keep it moving and no looking back A lot of lost motherfuckers stuck on what they gonna be they aint gonna be me, gotta get it before the year 2G To all my niggas, let them do your thing and get yours quick whole plan, the whole shabang, nigga fuck the bullshit i meant this ,ever relentless, for dropping these bombs getting paid for securing shit for my seed and my mom for my physical ,and my entire flipmode squad my whole gang is fertilized, my mom's peaced to the gods hold it down for live niggas in the name of hip-hop off with another path where niggas are made to struggle and starve fuck that! im here to fight for mine, adapting your ass if you or the goverment try to do away with my cash one of the most extraordinary that comes from a place we demand to stab you in the back and smile in your face take all entire niggas off the face of the earth and do away with all them niggas before i get to them first so throw it, niggas dont get it and run right thru it get with, is to all of my niggas who know how to do it survival of the most fit for real niggas, no doubt! get whats yours from out this fucker before your time run out X2 and get whats yours from out this fucker before your time run out Welcome all you motherfuckers to a global event warning Here has now come the dawn of the new millenium The extinction level event All my motherfuckers stay tuned! |
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from Busta Rhymes - Extinction Level Event : The Final World Front (1998)
Brand new yea brand new
Ha brand new for all y'all massive and crew people across the world Yea Busta Rhyme hot shit more and more and more Mother fuker Flip mode nigga More advanced technology for y'all niggas Check it out y'all Follow instructions Hop skip jump makin ya flip Dislocate your hip bone vertabrate slip Shut ya lip and talk shit lost ya grip On the realist thing in life niggga pass the clip Makin ya beg for your life quickly strip Oh shit make you give me all of your belongings quick Come up off of that ya get smacked knock ya bitch back Blow make ya go back to the way you use to act Get money fuck the bull shit ain't nuthin funny Nowadays violate quick will ya face bloody Freak show have a nigga whole shit crisp Break ya face from the swing of my hand flick of my wrist Dismiss all y'all niggas and ball up my fist I hate a fake nigga and you at the top of the list Wait regardless how you skip around the fat remains You a bitch now learin how to play these games Exercise the right to rip shit every nite Precisely niggas be nicely doin it right Holy mackerel nuthin less than actual factual Stay reppin even when we conversate casual Read it in your manual Attend to our annual get together Sarinate in luxury doin what ever Doin my thing Trevade bumps King Truck jeweling it watch the medallion swing So fast nigga forget shit as time past Break a piece of glass quick to amputate your ass The title wave movin faster than the speed of sound Gargantua weighing in at a million pounds The more the heavy the more the solid My niggas run thick Fast to bap the John type my niggas murder you quick Yo take it easy while back at the ranch you talk to much you get beat with a tree branch The most influential whether in projects orsuburban residential Fuck that We keep the livest niggas happy then we blow thespot quick give me money make it snappy Oh my God Flipmode is the Squidaud It's war if you dare step foot in my yard My protocol is to create Substances abuse lyrics like alcohol Nigga try to recall When I hit you you ain't even know that you was gonna fall Cut your shit up turned around and bumped your head and all Leavin lizard Always remain grand wizard Fuck around and sleep nigga you get caught up in my blizzard askin who is it My niggas ain't around I ain't with it Aiiyo yo yo yo We here to stay fuck payin a visit So consistent demand everybodys assistant Let us reach for all things without any resistant Fatality for all those in the world that might be mad at me Suffer in the faces of my immortality To the one who didn't make it Now in every way I hope you know where we about to take it In every way I hope you know where we about to take it Now in every way I hope you know where we about to take it In every way I hope you know where we about to take it In every way I hope you know where we about to take it Now in every way I hope you know where we about to take it In every way I hope you know where we about to take it take it take it take it take it take it take it take it take it |
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from Busta Rhymes - Extinction Level Event : The Final World Front (1998)
Uugh, yeah yeah here we go y'all
Here we here we here we go y'all Busta Rhymes Flipmode y'all Yeah yeah y'all extinction level event shit Bomb threat to the whole world What what what is going on What the fuck going on here Check it out yo Holy amazing grace about face Total erase you niggaz off the face of the place Such a shame I had to go grab the calico Pass the dough before you find out what I had to blast you for Extreme laws for ones who did try to go against this Wet your shit up like a sloppy tongue kiss But don't know what you talking about Without a doubt where my live niggaz give me a shout On the strength shit niggaz check for Connect the four shots and guess who blew it from next door Time after time we gonna shine again Feel it like a broad getting fucked from behind again Ay yo, I be the closest thing to the next Like the pain and suffering of about a million deaths I'm only here to present And bring the impact of the extinction level event Sing the song of salvation La la la la laaaa la la (What y'all gonna do where the fuck you gonna go) La la la la laaaa la la (Where the fuck y'all niggaz gonna run Where y'all niggaz think y'all running to son) La la la la laaaa la la (Bomb threat to the world What the fuck going on with y'all niggaz out here) La la la la laaaa la la (We are now a soldier at dawn Of glory emergency motherfuckas) Yo, disregard your whole assignment Crooked ass nigga need some realignment Now all refinement Crazy shit that do make me wanna know where my mind went Blacken out building my ? getting violent Straight giving niggaz an ass whipping on consignment Then I bust your shit 'til the day of my whole retirement Shaking and rattle like we ready to battle Fight seeing at every angle like a motherfucking satellite Quickly bust up your crotches and fuck up your process Bouncing in like even saying adios or even buenos notches Have y'all niggaz wildin having a fit Flame throwing lyrics like a bunch of blowtorch in this shit Grand spectacular, chainsaw massacre Thug fanatics street shit that be on the creep coming after you Then we hit you with the most significant time bomb Ready to designate at the slightest wave of a white arm Best form of advice I could give is remain calm The repercussion is something you could never imagine would be going on Never believe in your eyes When my squad some through at an astronomically large size Moving the mountains Keeping all of my niggaz bouncing Big up my bitches in the place who be screaming and shouting I'm only here to present And bring the impact of the extinction level event Sing the song of salvation La la la la laaaa la la (Once again as we welcome all motherfuckers in the world) La la la la laaaa la la (To experience the extinction level event) La la la la laaaa la la (The dawn of global emergency) La la la la laaaa la la (The moment where we all come together as one unison) La la la la laaaa la la (And completely dominate all global events) La la la la laaaa la la (We about to completely destroy all the whack bullshit) La la la la laaaa la la (That we got going on in our every and any reach) La la la la laaaa la la (All my live niggaz all my live bitches its motherfucking on) La la la la laaaa la la (As we enter the new millenium with this rap shit) |
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from Busta Rhymes - Extinction Level Event : The Final World Front (1998)
Yea, Hmmm
Alright now Yea After the ultimate world blast that ended all things this is how we rebuilt shit from the underground up Bounce nigga bounce bounce bounce nigga bounce bounce When I come THROUGH, hit y'all with the one TWO Break y'all niggas that y'all niggas won't even know what to DO Break fool, make all y'all people wanna come TO Feel the force of my shit kickin?like it was Kung FU Blast THROUGH, don't these corny niggas harass YOU Set a tone in the streets where even the fans blast YOU Ask YOU niggas, do y'all really want the brand NEW? Corny niggas just finish your time and over pass DU HE HA What HO, think it's way pass your CURFEW Hit you with some shit that make doctors come have to nurse YOU YOU YOU YOU I'm rollin?with my whole CREW Bounce threw niggas when ever we surround YOU Flipmode role THICK, and you know we don't QUIT Hit you with some more HITS that make y'all wanna go SHIT SHIT SHIT YO make y'all niggas jump BACK Hit that hurry and pass the rest of the weed BLACK Chorus(2x): Rep my crew yo, Flipmode hit you off YO Y'all know what to do ok, TEAR DA ROOF OFF OFF OFF OFF, TEAR DA ROOF OFF, YO Y'all know what do I'm sayin?TEAR DA ROOF OFF One more time I hit y'all with a crime WHILE I be in my rhyme I hear that a drop of a dime WILDIN?all in my Tim BOOTS Now we stackin?mad LOOT Everybody holdin and 21 gun soLUTE Anyway any HOW, I'ma give it to you NOW You ain't wildin my nigga, that is something I won't ALLOW One Two Three Four, I be knockin?at your DOOR Hit y'all niggas with an effect that y'all never felt beFORE OR leave you with someMORE freaky dicky metaPHOR Rep for all my niggas who stay reppin?the hardCORE Slug it out, bugging out, all off my niggas THUG IT OUT Tired of all these weak niggas now I'ma RUB YOU OUT Yo, what you talkin BOUT, make y'all niggas scream and SHOUT Yo, we bout to blast you out the spot my nigga no DOUBT DOUBT DOUBT DOUBT Yo you know we always stay ON Keep wildin?before you know it the entire day is GONE Left RIGHT left, YO no ned to hold your breath YO, better chill your body up while we beat you to death DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH Blast you right threw your chest YO you know we runnin?shit and we never settle for less YO Chorus(4x) Yea motherfuckers Flipmode Squad eternally imperial, powerful, universal Flipmode Squad, from the underground up motherfuckers Always remember that From the underground up We gonna rebuild this whole shit |
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from Busta Rhymes - Extinction Level Event : The Final World Front (1998)
Baby Sham:
Ay Yo Balls your pencils As hollow tips get in you Bots cutting to slice your face you Rhymes is natural Hold two lives and four wives Up in the crack capsule Flipmode cruddy styles has been past you Rush pass You couldn't touch cash If it was under your nose Like a mustache Nigga What ass Show your whole cheek Slugs with no heat Diamonds that don't break You thugs is so sweet Rampage: I flow so much I can see sick Flipmode is the squad who I bees with Who I get plucks with And push German V's with Rampage I'm psychic I can see shit To the next millenium You not gon be shit Scratch your name off the list Cut your wrist You know the issue I'm official When you die none of your niggas is really gon miss you Chorus: FLIPMODE SQUAD Here to drop bombs AGAINST ALL ODDS Still remain gods GRIP YOUR ARM We always come hard THE WORLD IS OURS Call a National Guard Rah Digga: Here we go Any bitch that rhyme wanna flex she ass I'm stomping all things like I'm plexi-glass Niggas make way like when they hear sorry's Treat you like park and too close to fire hydrants All up in the board Kicking back long islands Get your wig split first solid defiance Rah Earth and sun in this Imperial alliance You do the science Spliff Star: I'm getting money shitting Turn intruders into vixens Fall off Beeper uh-uh Niggas stay getting Dirty nigga for life That's how Spliff's living Throwing niggas in caskets Tired of a yellow ribbons I buck my duck If you touch my one Rather Jamaican than belly boy make you people for fun Fact my son Street educated The colonel of ghetto jurors Still thug related Chorus: Lord Have Mercy: We enemies of three strike felony laws Gorilla dicking K-Y jelly for whores Lapdances Trap grands without laws My baby moms Three eighty for your arms That bust with loud force The ghetto with us That bang makaveli and trucks That whatever the fuck to give a cheddar in chunks Who gazey chase Fake thugs with lazy aid Track marks Rap stars And a rain of aids Busta Rhymes: Yo What you want from us Now visualize more of us Stay toting under my given flavor from Nauticas Destroy every arch rival or any challenger Make you remember this day Nigga mark it on your calendar I'm showing you something You ain't saying nothing My niggas make noise Like a bunch of volcanoes erupting None of y'all niggas really wanna war The type of nigga to crack my plane in your building In the name of the law Chorus: |
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from Busta Rhymes - Extinction Level Event : The Final World Front (1998)
Straight bang up your head shit with
Phenomenal swing like the ass on a black chick Fat dick to all of y'all niggas with whack clicks Hoping they whip paper like a classic Low budget black flick Last victim that I caught was fucking my last chick She hit me off, nearly made me bust through my plastic Took the loot that she had stashed in her panty elastic She got from out my denim, little venom was fast, kid Try to swindle a nigga by giving me putang A new thang, chick wanted to fuck me to Wu-Tang Thug chicks started criticizing my new slang Started hitting the pussy the song from the wusang Watch these rap niggas get all inside your guts man My nuts hang Shorty stay abusing the love thang Gotta camouflage my stash and loot like I'm Bruce Wayne After my money gotta kick the bitch up like Liu Kang Aiyyo I come to give you a little of what you asking for Oh what we asking for Oh yeah I come to give you a little of what you asking for Oh what we asking for Now what you asking for Just give it to me raw Now what you asking for Just give it to me raw Now what you asking for Just give it to me raw Now what you asking for Just give it to me raw Okay Shorty took me on a ride like a cyclone In my zone Strutting with an ass and a fly tone Hold shorty like how I be holding my microphone We thug romancing to the jazzy sound of a xylophone Ass backwards I'ma stick you more than a cactus Lay my thug willy actress across the mattress Knock it off the earth axis and broken glasses Continue when she make me bust blackberry molasses Pussy made me feel like I was drugged up on morphine My movie screen ass stacking more than we've all seen Yo, chick 'bout to make me wile on her real hard A real fraud, fuck I ever fucked with this ill broad Chick still after my loot, she like, "What, son?" Don't act dumb scheming on a robbery outcome Come out from wherever you are and be outdone Acting like you about something And you ain't about none Come on son Thought the chicken head was a little rude The wrong move making me whip it out like live dude Fuck that trick tried to get at my hard-earned stack Too many times Gotta put my foot in her ass crack June for all of my niggas you know shit is all real A chicken head to fuck your mans and cut him a side deal Of all your prized possessions if you let her get yours Bitch we keep it raunchy everything will remain raw Ay Yo I come to give you a little of what you asking for Oh what you asking for Oh yes I come to give you a little of what you asking for Oh what you asking for So what you asking for Just give it to me raw So what you asking for Just give it to me raw So what you asking for Just give it to me raw So what you asking for Just give it to me raw Okay |
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from Busta Rhymes - Extinction Level Event : The Final World Front (1998)
Huh huh-huh huh-huh huh huh-huh-huh huh
Huh huh-huh HUH HUH-huh huh-huh-huh huh Huh huh-huh, huh huh WOOOH!!! WOO-WOO-WOO-WOOH!!! WOO WOO WOOOOH Yeah, everybody, c'mon Here we go party people WOOOH Pull up in the whip, pop the trunk, feel it? Fear for the will of baboon funk, ya hear it? Me and my nigga Richie was itchy to meet some women Met some chickens, they was actin so snobby and bitchy, fuck it Pass me the sticky, the chicky wanted to leave me with a kiss and a hickie I ain't wit it but give me a quicky I ain't in to doin the licky-licky even though you be lookin so pretty, I own all of my shit, never 50-50 Oodle noodles all 'dose fools never refuse Accuse me for the bruise Chick outta rattle and sound, better tighten the screws Runnin and gunnin, kinda stunnin the way we be comin around, slummin, wylin and dollin My nigga Horace kick up a nigga like Chuck Norris Got some other niggas lost way up in the forest Hang you up in a harness, label me and all of my niggas the hardest Fuck around, be the next "Formerly Known As" artist Layed out with a goddess, pretty lilly Adonis Besides all of that, niggas is 'nomous, I make you all a promise The promise is that I'm so dominant and that I am so prominent captured the whole of Asia as a continent Oh shit, I be comin and tumblin down rumblin, stumblin down Freaky prophet with unusual musical sound Bringin the ruckus, you motherfuckers be givin me pounds So many sound, give me the camcorder and a city with plans Me and my fam, hustle and tussle in makin this groove, me and my mans How we gon' do this? (MAKE THEM MOVE) Keepin it live (WHERE MY NIGGAS IS AT?) Stackin my paper (PUT IT AWAT SAFE) Straight buckwild, let me see your hands What we gon' do? (DO IT TO DEATH) What we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH) What we gon' do? (DO IT TO DEATH) What we gon' do? (DO IT TO DEATH) Yo! Pin or a needle, make you wobble or weeble Niggas is feeble, back in the day I used to get money illegal Get some ass, cop a room down at the Regal Hit you wit so much drama make niggas always wait for the sequel Yo there ain't no equal on how we be reppin for the people Yo there really ain't no equal..... Ask Hillary, met her down on Flatbush and Tillory She killin me, got me crazy, wylin, actin straight grizzly We never made it too far together, I left her standin on Franklin and Willoughby Another mystery to me While she still on the corner kissin at me, hissin at me Ignorin these bitches, they're angry, now they're riffin at me Vital and critical, literal lyrical, make niggas pitiful Go to the clinical, examine your physical Frightening and enlightening at the same time Get the goods and price them, and doin the heist again You thinkin we would be nice again We on a mission, we don't need none of your advice again Hold me down BABY, pitter patter, you chitter chatter too much I'ma splitter splatter your blidder bladder, make you spill out your guts How we gon' do this? (MAKE THEM MOVE) Keepin it live (WHERE MY NIGGAS IS AT?) Stackin my paper (PUT IT AWAT SAFE) Straight buckwild, let me see your hands What we gon' do? (DO IT TO DEATH) What we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH) What we gon' do? (DO IT TO DEATH) What we gon' do? (DO IT TO DEATH) Flipmode Squad, HELL YEAH! How we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH) Flipmode Squad, HELL YEAH! How we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH) How we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH) Aiyo, how we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH) How we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH) How we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH) Aiyo, Flipmode Squad, HELL YEAH! How we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH) How we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH) |
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from Busta Rhymes - Extinction Level Event : The Final World Front (1998)
Yeah Flipmode Squad
Yeah their ain't nothing iller Busta Rhymes got another killer Niggas be getting all in playing Cee Lo We be getting money at casinos Gamble my money like gambinos Scarface through like appachino Now my pockets got muscles like Lou Farigno Got the hot shit Big up my nigga Premo Stack loot with my nigga Dino and Enno (Julio) Spliff and my other nigga Chico Uno dos tres quatro cinco (Gimme five) Count from ten all the way back to zero Set it off rep. from here to Puerto Rico Run in the bitches makes me black and Filipino Trick in the hide or on the niko Caught the round trip to Santo Domingo My nigga Spliff criminal like Max Remo Thug think he loud then show me your hero Nigga tried to play me on the dealo Tried to short me couple gram on the D-Low Thought we didn't know better oh yeah we know Stepping them niggas for what its gon be yo Niggas spend money and fuck a preshow Your name was shorty who whip in a little Geo Dare and look niggas get left by the sea show Lock up a nigga and sabotage the keyhole Chorus: Alright y'all (Alright) You know we keepin it tight y'all (Real tight wha) That's how we doin it (Ha, that's how we doin it) That's how we doin it (Yeah, that's how we doin it) Alright y'all (Alright) You know we wildin all night y'all (All night y'all) That's how we doin it (Ha, that's how we doin it) That's how we doin it (Yeah, that's how we doin it) Yo, guess who coming through for dinner (Who) Busta Rhymes bringing another winner Coming with another all night thriller (Yo yo) Shit bang through your bass kicker Don't want the hot shit to boil you move quicker Should've made the club crowd a little thicker Nigga in a club fronting like a killer You ain't eating my nigga you lookin thinner Now you a sinner a partier beginner You better off if dance to who got the keys to my beamer You a killer but you never pulled a trigger How that calculate money yo how you figure Yo, another homerun hitter my nigga Yo we ain't over hit you with a refiller We keep it moving never label me a quitter Flipmode baby you could call me flipper She wildin we wildin along with her My nigga put me on told me she a stripper Fronting like he don't really wanna be with her He told me handle my business cause he already did her He says she used to be Lucy babysitter Fuck a sloppy second hit the highest bidder for realla Keep the champagne in the chiller Keep it cold while I hit you with another wig-splitter Chorus (2x |
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from Busta Rhymes - Extinction Level Event : The Final World Front (1998)
Yeah
As a shorty playing in the front yard of the crib Fell down, and I bumped my head Somebody helped me up and asked me if I bumped my head I said Yeah So then they said oh so that mean we gon, you gon switch it on em I said yeah, Flipmode, Flipmode is the greatest Knowing as a shorty, I was always told that if I ain't gon be part of the greatest I gotta be the greatest myself C'mon C'mon, Yeah, C'mon Yeah nigga what, what a surprise Get ya sumthin, make a nigga comb over your eyes All my niggaz getting money capitalize Die little small guy, we on the rise Everything a nigga touch platinumize Fully equipped, you know we come wit all the supplies Got a big gun, and I'ma show you the size You fuck wit any of my Flipmode family ties Me and my niggaz be comin through stalkin you out Killin off any and everything you talkin about See you in the club, now we walkin you out Should've thought twice before you went and open your mouth Yo, anyway we stay keepin it movin Fuckin with the wrong nigga, hope you know what you doin Now blame me, all the same niggaz is lame It's not a game, makin names still splittin your frames Y'all niggaz had enough Gimme some more Y'all niggaz want the wild shit Gimme some more Yo Spliff where the weed at Gimme some more I know yaw'll niggaz need that Gimme some more Even though we getting money you can Gimme some more With the cars and the big crib Gimme some more Everybody spread love Gimme some more If you want it let me hear you say Gimme some more Blast with a rash gimme my cash flickin my ass Runnin with my money son go out with a blast Do what you want, a niggaz cuttin the corner You fuckin up, oh to go ahead and meet the reporter Yo, she tellin news on how you switch to a bitch Little fake funny style, nigga chill with a snitch So now I pass and trait over your blood and to ask you Make a little roof for me and all my niggaz to pass through Cardiay see party, hey horray shit What with all my niggaz from around the way shit When I come through you niggaz know I do my thing Bring more shit that generate money *Ching Ching* Arrest you lyrically flow and caress you Bless you, then a nigga come to your rescue While you assume a nigga blossom and bloom I'm comin soon hit you with a boom gimme some room Yo, live nigga shit know what I mean I represent while we gettin money your rain supreme Hope you niggaz know we comin through full steam Can't see you better turn on your high beam All my niggaz while I'm ringing the sireen FLIPMODE be the glory niggaz on my team Never should you ever try to fuck wit my cream I O.D. when my shit get all in your bloodstream Everytime we be ripping it be blowing it down Blowing you off fuckin wit the hottest niggaz around Luck is when me and my people bother your town Holdin it down takin awhile and then gimme my crown Ay, all my people need to come and surround A nigga be hittin so much it make you fall on the ground Sure to make you shot that's what I be all about Turning you out makin all you niggaz fall out |
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from Busta Rhymes - Extinction Level Event : The Final World Front (1998)
Yeah yeah
Fix that guitar shit Yeah (25x) Ay yo Mystikal (Here I go wha) Iz they getting' rowdy wit' us Iz they wildin' wit us Yeah yeah Flipmode nigga (wha) No Limit nigga (wha) Flipmode nigga (wha) No Limit nigga (wha) Flipmode nigga Yo yo yo (Here we go) Mystikal: Coincide with yo boy check out with no lines On yo boy look out but don't hide When you bust it up and keep rhymes When you walk towards the tape offline For your boys got instinct rhymes When you bump between the sixteen lines When you bowl win the goal bitches scream Win the goal keep ahead keep it live Before you go get your tattoo rhymes For your boy pick a bell in the bathroom Penalized doing it till he get tired of ya boy That shit between me and you niggas Then trying to figure out what I say I give less than a fuck, what you doing over there Just don't get in my way Hear my records feel my presence now and forever and until Stop what you doing and work it fuck it nice Just complete it with a licking to the man right there Tell you mother fuckerswhat we came to do It's just plain as day but they don't wanna see If you don't wanna fight get the fuck is you'll be In the spot working on my beat Long time I'm having no compromise I'ma open them up and them I'm dumping them out I'm keeping it hard so don't get mad Cause I'm loading 'em up and I'm running 'em out Hit 'em with the bang then I feel a bang Take her in the backyard outside leave 'em in a ring Teach the niggas not to fuck with us And next year we gon do the same thing and Chorus (2x): Now who you is nigga? I'm Mystikal nigga Now who you is nigga? I'm Busta Rhymes nigga Now is they wildin with us And getting rowdy with us Now is they wildin with us And getting rowdy with us Busta: Yo yo yo yo yo yo Me and my nigga Mystikal make a plan that generate Sufficient amount of funds across many lands Generate the heat the place radiate When I break shit I drop create a earthquake Yo, anyway we still double masking And get the gambit and eat super pie niggas All over the track with a kick in your back I know we making you black And you stay fucking with that You my niggas is platinum Can you deal with the fact? Me and the fact getting money With my name on the plaque You know how I blow the spot You niggaz can't fuck with what I got Nigga please Ooh nigga you don't need me to smoke trees Nigga freefall make you feel some of these Oh by hollow tips pinned in your ass Get off the Earth the fact that you even in my class Yo All my live bitches get over here And all my live bitches get with the niggas right there All you other niggas get in the rear All you weak funny niggas you better stand clear Come inside of my storm put on your gear You ain't up here my nigga better be up outta here Yo, when we come you know we the one We only here to get money till the whole shit done Chorus (2x): Flipmode wildin wildin Yeah y'all wildin wildin No Limit rowdy rowdy Getting rowdy rowdy Busta Rhymes wildin wildin Yeah you wildin wildin Mystikal rowdy rowdy Gettin rowdy rowdy Flipmode wildin wildin Yeah y'all wildin wildin No Limit rowdy rowdy Getting rowdy rowdy Busta Rhymes wildin wildin Yeah you wildin wildin Mystikal rowdy rowdy You getting rowdy rowdy What Mystikal and Busta Rhymes Busta Rhymes and Mystikal No Limit and Flipmode Flipmode and No Limit What you talking bout nigga what what What the fuck nigga What you want nigga Who you is nigga |
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from Busta Rhymes - Extinction Level Event : The Final World Front (1998)
Yo, ever since Jimmy Crack Con
Rockin' on ever since the day I was born Yes we get busy whenever we have to perform Shaking your tooshie making your pussy get warm Ha ha ha until all you niggas is gone I be hittin' until the morning got you callin' my storm Bounce my niggas, bounce my bitches (Bounce baby!) With the shit that do really have all you niggas going crazy Suffer from headrushes while niggas be smoking dutches Bitches be gettin' all in and they rippin' they pants crutches Wiggle they belly buttons Ay, wait a minute I wanna get all in it Long as my shorty with it You know I'm comin' to get it Doin' it to you makin' you really wonder who said it Swelling your melon while you yellin' Now check out the credit Giving it to you makin' you gimme back more (Coming through too!) Yes and we be kickin' down your door Keepin' it raw my nigga Chorus: All my bitches right in the front sayin' "Aahh" All my bitches way in the rear sayin' "Aahh" Party is goin' on over here (Say what?) Party is goin' on over here (Say what?) All my niggas right in the front sayin' "Ho!" All my niggas right in the rear sayin' "Ho!" The party is goin' on over here (Say what?) Party is goin' on over here (Say what?) All my people up in the place sayin' "Ho!" Let me just hear you some more Tell me what you lookin' for Told all of y'all already I ain't gonna tell you no more Hittin' you off makin' you niggas blast off! With some shit that'll be tearing your ass off Keppin' it comin', keepin' it movin', keepin' you wylin' We gettin' this paper let's keep the cheddar stacking and piling And now we happy and smiling cause now we living good Doin' it is how we be movin' it in the hood Wishing you could fuck around with me and my niggas How we double and wyle And double our bitches double our figures Turnin' you out Run from my niggas (No doubt!) Keepin' it blazing make all my bitches all shout Then I hit with the new make you take off your see-through While you peekin' around the corner baby I see you! Tell me what you gon' do I'm sayin' now I'm gon' have you wylin' until your ass drop Hit me off, yes now let me take it to the top We never stop my nigga Chorus: All my bitches up in the front sayin' "Aahh" All my bitches up in the rear sayin' "Aahh" Party is goin' on over here (Say what?) Party is goin' on over here (Say what?) All my niggas up in the front sayin' "Ho!" All my niggas up in the rear sayin' "Ho!" The party is goin' on over here (Say what?) Party is goin' on over here (Say what?) All my people up in the place sayin' "Ho!" |
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from Busta Rhymes - Extinction Level Event : The Final World Front (1998)
Uhhh! Yo Bus a Bus (yeah) Yo Bus a Bus (c'mon, c'mon) Yo Bus a Bus, (UHH) rockin to the beat (Flipmode motherfucker Flipmode y'all) Yo Bus a Bus (UHH, yeah yi-yeah yea) Yo Bus a Bus (ka-c'mon, ki-c'mon) Yo Bus a Bus, (UHH) rockin to the beat (Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yi-yeah yea) Floss time, Busta Rhymes shine on every primetime Mastermind gettin this paper now cross the fine line Money plenty sippin gently with the Bentley My Bentley runneth over empty what gifts you sent me Then you broke the last rule, frontin like we was mad cool You damn fool, come around frontin wearin your man's jewels WHOO! Play the part, they want me to start shit Get on your mark quick and target, corner the market Peep how we're movin this, keep improvin this See you in this because you love the way me and my crew be doin this Have a ball, I'm not mad at ch'all, where the alcohol I ain't messin with you at all, girl your ass too small Cop the hot shit, write it off while you bite it off and try to fight it off, you're faggot you wack and your light is off Bite the dust, you like to fuss, look right at us I know you like to cuss, who could you trust to bring the rush? Now do the.. Yo Bus a Bus (a c'mon, keep it movin) Yo Bus a Bus (ay-yeah I like just what you doin) Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat (Aiyyo, yo yo-yo yo all and together now) Yo Bus a Bus (a'cmon, just keep it movin) Yo Bus a Bus (oh yeah I like just what you doin) Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat (Aiyyo, yo-yo yo all and together now) TURN IT OFF, turn back me on go get your mack on and keep the track goin and latch on hope you can catch on Follow the beat you sweet bitches and get your dance on Tipsy off a little Cristi' a little ? Dom Barbeque back at the mansion, feel like a champion Collapse on, my thing orthapedic to rest your back on Nowadays Flipmode money be runnin mad North Fuck around, dig in my treasure, feel my forty-five long Ride through, about to slide through, I'm right beside you Mind you, my system be bangin, adjust my EQ Peek-a-boo, we not seekin you, focus on being you There's only one of me, cause you copy, there might be THREE of you Classic and so essential, we monumental Powerful, we predisential, we BOMB your mental Bite the dust, you like to fuss, look right at us I know you like to cuss, who could you trust to bring the rush? Now do the.. Yo Bus a Bus (hey c'mon, let's keep it movin) Yo Bus a Bus (oh yeah I like just what you doin) Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat (Aiyyo, yo yo-yo yo all and together now) Yo Bus a Bus (a c'mon, let's keep it movin) Yo Bus a Bus (oh yeah I like just what you doin) Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat (Aiyyo, yo yo-yo yo all and together now) HIT ME OFF, you Speak'n'Spell and freak it well so no need to dwell, check in the mirror, my pockets swell Shit sound so intermediate, my ingredient is to immediately rep for everyone you see me with You little eedyot, I exile you and your X-File You and your next trial, and demolish your little rap style Black child, I'm takin offensive, we too impressive To the naked eye, the way we floss sure be expensive OOOH! Run up the fader, ain't nuttin greater Still a little hater be gettin paper go meet your maker Undertaker now go shake whatcha momma gave ya Shake-a shake-a now we trippin the circuit breaker Model up and swallow up and turn the throttle up Break the bottle up in the hip with the greatest follow up Bite the dust, you like to fuss, look right at us I know you like to cuss, who could you trust to bring the rush? Now do the.. Yo Bus a Bus (a c'mon, just keep it movin) Yo Bus a Bus (oh yeah I like it what you doin) Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat (Aiyyo, yo yo-yo yo all and together now) Yo Bus a Bus (oh, c'mon, just keep it movin) Yo Bus a Bus (yeah, oh yeah I like just what you doin) Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat (Aiyyo, yo yo-yo yo all and together now) Yo Bus a Bus (yeah, a yeah keep movin) Yo Bus a Bus (oh yeah I like, what you doin) Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat (Aiyyo, aiyyo yo yo-yo yo yo) Yo Bus a Bus (yo, c'mon, keep movin) Yo Bus a Bus (yeah, I like what you doin) Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat (Aiyyo, yo yo-yo yo all and together now) |
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from Busta Rhymes - Extinction Level Event : The Final World Front (1998)
Take off your shoes
Make you dance in your socks For blocks Nigga be dippin a million. What, hot! Better pause and take a look. There's a whole lot of whores. Run up in a storm. Bitch a try to take you for yours for sure. Word up yo! And just get what you can. Catch it, so just play it on a record And take it off until you ass naked. Word to mother. Shorty stack like a horse. Pushin a force. Lookin to floss. Diana Ross. Flow better. One of the biggest seller. Tell me what ever. Wether a nigga stack mozzarella I'm a get ya. I ain't comin with ya. Hit ya, with another scripture That will really split ya. Make sure the fact you wack. And we don't need none of that. Keepin it movin. Now tell me, where my nigga's is at? Yo, from here to Brook. Nigga's is shook, look. I make you sing the hawk Shake your ass. Wiggle your foot. I make you CHORUS: TAKE IT OFF. Shit so hot we make you. TAKE IT OFF. Give me what you got nigga. TAKE IT OFF. And we hit the right spot baby. TAKE IT OFF. And everybody if you with me just TAKE IT OFF. Shit so hot we make you TAKE IT OFF. Give me what you got nigga TAKE IT OFF. And when I hit the right spot baby TAKE IT OFF And if you with me everybody just TAKE IT OFF. Wiggle and bounce baby. More to the ounce baby That's what I be about baby. Give me a shout baby. All up in your body. Whipping the mazorati Through the city With one of my hottie. I'm on my way to the party. Meet with my nigga Marty And little and Colie Scotti. Sippin Baccardi. 'Till you know we whylin up everybody. Whip about to cause. All in the jam Nigga's whylin out at the bar. (OHH) We keep it movin (OHH) Every time yo. (ooh) Shit that make your DJ Spin it back 4 times yo. Let it rain and let it drizzles Heat in the club be makin you sizzle All of the bitches right in the middle. (WORD UP) I make yall nigga's smooth. Making you sweat. Making you get busy. Got yall nigga's loosin your breath. So I started working this way. Pass the sting rays. See me Kunta Kintai. Check the way me ringai. Hey Mister DJ Hit with a replay Check it Hey why you all in my face. Give me some leeway. Got you doin' what we say. Other nigga's racin And whylin all on a freeway Rushin to get in a club And get all up in the place Get inside and see FLIPMODE in your face (ooh) Now let me take you nigga's straight to the point. Now get the party. Radio be still bangin my joint. Turn it up a little while I make you. CHORUS |
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from Busta Rhymes - Extinction Level Event : The Final World Front (1998)
[Busta Rhymes] Ah ah Ah ah Ah, ah.. c'mon Ah, ah, ah uh uh-uh Uhhh, ahhh Yeah, Busta Rhymes Janet Jackson, here we go, one time! Baby just tell me just how you feel (how you feel) We livin it I'm just givin it to you real, baby c'mon Ev-erytime we crossin the borderline Be giving it to you makin you feel fine, turn the heat up Better believe we gon' shine, make your body wind Baby the pleasure is all mine -- to my people who be regulating the dancefloor (dancefloor) Better step to your business and handle yours, how we do it? Making your people just wanna bounce and get busy because you know that we always'll hit you off, what you say? You wondering why you feeling the force (force force) And don't you worry cause yo we ready to floss (floss floss) Mohicans'll always a put you on And blow the spot til the very second I'm gone - get your groove on Now that you tired I hope your body recoupin because we keepin you movin that's what we doin and you know we're [Janet Jackson] [(Busta Rhymes)] Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet (Yeah, yeah, gonna make your body wet) Gonna make gonna make your body scream again (Yeah yeah, make your body just scream out yeah yeah) Gonna make gonna make you think of naughty things (Ha ha, make you think of naughty things) Like me on you (or me on you) and you on me (yeah, what it's gon' be?) What's it gonna be?! Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet (Ah, ah, ah, make your body wet, c'mon) Gonna make gonna make your body scream again (Hah, make your body scream yeah yeah, yeah yeah!) Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body cream (Make your |
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from Busta Rhymes - Extinction Level Event : The Final World Front (1998)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Just bounce around All my niggas in the place need to bounce around Just bounce around Make ya bounce around All my bitches in the place need to bounce around Make ya bounce around I'll make ya bounce around Shake yo titties and yo ass and bounce around Just bounce around Just bounce around C'mon Yeah nigga this shit here be the boss of me None of y'all niggas is ready run go see the pharmacy Prepare for the coming of another grand larceny Pardon me, you niggas ain't even a little hard to me Shit I spit'll slice you all up in yo main artery For the simple fact we didn't grow together, you ain't a part of me Makin niggas ride my long star singin the choruses Open orifices they gon' go cop another fortresses Meet a couple Delorises Travel when we on the low whippin them ford tauruses Ay yo-yo yo-yo YO Now I be Busta Ryhmes multimedia Latest edition added to the street encyclopedia (Meaning) keep your eyes on greedy niggas gettin greedier (Meaning) keep your eyes on meaty asses gettin meatier Worldwide publication bring tribulation To all whack niggas I smash yo' dedication My purpose is to purchase and really hurt this Bring alla my niggas amongst the wealthy merchants Gently we conquer the spot until its empty Present me and my niggas with arsenal aplenty Break fools, send you to school, follow the rules Violate my tools, lay you in your own blood pool But for now I drop jewels on the mentally strong With shit to say we don't allow niggas to say up in a song Aiyyo, aiyyo, hot shit makin ya bounce One two (two) ride around in large amounts One two (two) high offa half an ounce One two (two), one two (two) One two (two), hot shit makin ya bounce One two (two) ride around in large amounts One two (two) we high offa half an ounce One two (two), one two (two) Caliente, wearing Ferdio Valente Shorty whippin in a Mitsubishi Viamonte Smell the roses, overdoses, givin niggas they diagnosis I got the answer for niggas who need they prognosis Shit for alla y'all niggas to smell up in your noses Hocus pocus, introduce me to the hostess I was dyin'a stroke uh play strip poker In the limo as I directed the limo chauffer Told the nigga to spin over by the club copa Watchin shorty lay as she spread on the limo sofa She asked the chauffer to stop for a frappachino mocha Then she let me blaze it while I still had my gun in my holster Still bonin, word I love the way shorty moanin Zonin, word is born niggas is wide open Yo, have a little fun all in between time And now we focus on the money shit all in the meantime Word to mother- I work hard to keep microphonin And alert niggas to shit like when the devil started clonin What nigga? yeah, we bowlin and shit is rollin Little shitty-ass niggas should run and go clean ya colon Any human that be assumin I check my nigga ruben for the ice cuban Assist him in my Lincoln Ave. boomin Whats the issue? I come to get you May the force be with you Bang your head, rupture your brain tissue I unravel shit faster than sound travel Battle any amphibian or live mammal Don't fret from sunrise to sunset Make a nigga bounce quick and I ain't even grabbed my gun yet I ain't done yet before I go to my permanent home Make sure you put 'One Of The Illest' on my tombstone Aiyyo, aiyyo, hot shit makin ya bounce One two (two) ride around in large amounts One two (two) high offa half an ounce One two (two), one two (two) One two (two) hot shit makin ya bounce One two (two) ride around in large amounts One two (two) we high offa half an ounce One two (two), one two (two) One two (two), one two (two) One two (two), one two (two) One two (two), one two (two) One two (two |
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from Busta Rhymes - Extinction Level Event : The Final World Front (1998)
Flipmode motherfuckas
Flipmode motherfuckas What the fuck you want What the fuck nigga What you want What the fuck nigga (We gon hit it down like this nigga what) Check it out I be Testing your fate and wrecking your face Invading your space And watch the tables turn like you're trading a place I pull stunts like evil kadeival Me and my people fly like an eagle And blow your entire cathingil Hurry hurry Don't worry worry Hit y'all with a flurry flurry of jazz Leaving y'all niggas blurry blurry Brew up some shit like I'm cooking for y'all When I'm done then I come looking for y'all (Huh huh hold up hold up) Federal cases cause nuff bodies end up in medical places In they blood finding them chemical traces Leaving special investigators going through skeptical phases While we getting money the decimal changes I was a seven-day affentice apprentice Now I strike with a vengeance Blowing the door right up off of the hinges This be that put you out of your misery song And make you ask your man is this the joint he dissing me on That's when I ask Chorus: What the fuck nigga what you want What the fuck nigga what you want What the fuck nigga what you want What the fuck nigga what you want What the fuck nigga what you want What the fuck nigga what you want What the fuck nigga what you want What the fuck nigga what you want What the fuck nigga what you want What the fuck nigga what you want What the fuck nigga Moving your muscle and doing the hustle See nowadays we getting money like rustle Who really wanna tussle Challenge the super saber in a nigga Blast the challenger way out of space like Galica nigga Battle star Galactica cross my diameter nigga Derange your whole circular shape into triangular nigga Yo So what it was my fault That I had to bring this shit to a screaming halt What you need to do is open up the vault That's why I make sure that my vest will be on So when I blast you and your additional stress will be gone Then I sprinkle just a little bit of salt on your plans And watch your shit shrivel up right in the palm of my hands I ain't afraid of ya But I thank all of my niggas for saving ya I was about to take you back To when your mother was making ya Clapping you up Slapping you up Trapping you up Holding you hostage Duck taping and Saran wrapping you up Yo First she was sober I smell aroma Put you in a Trans And slip into an irreversible coma Fuck y'all cubic zirconium niggas it's over Closing in on all y'all niggas While we're moving in a little closer Then I evaluate and elaborate Confiscate your shit and dare your ass to retaliate That's when I ask Chorus (2x): |
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from Busta Rhymes - Extinction Level Event : The Final World Front (1998)
Let's make sure those drums are smackin'
(Heavy Breathing) This means war!!!!!! (Verse 1) I work Hard to take care of everyone of my niggaz Feel the love and appreciation from all of my niggaz When I think meditate and contemplate for my swole Watch the troops manifest once the story unfolds Disloyal mothafuckas I'ma banish you all And celebrate all in your absence once I get rid of y'all Sometimes i can't describe the wicked shit I feel in my heart Break my silence and sparaticaly tear you apart Strike with a serious vengeance And before you die put you through the worst And make you take a look in my eye So you can witness the extreme damage caused by betrayal Make you sorry for the fact that you attempted and failed Make you eternally suffer you was on of my mens Turn your back on me I'ma make sure you get it back times 10 Stay true! Now thats the one thing I religiously pledge If you ain't with me I'm throw you way over the edge This means war! (Chorus) Take a Look inside You can't run and you can't hide If you cross my path I'll make sure you feel my wrath Give and you recieve Charish every breath you breath scritpures on the wall those who betray all must fall (Verse 2) As I charish every blessing and I greet you with hugs You my people when I see you I embrace you with love Yeah I be the one to come and get you outta the hole Yeah you be the one to run and leave me out in the cold So amazing how many times you part and you scheme But what you don't realize you'll never conquer my dream Your devilous karma can't penetrate the steel of my armor Time pass by and pressure got you living with drama Paranoid at my retaliation living in fear Disloyalty will have me kill my brother shedding a tear Such a shame how you could easily you can get trapped in a zone And have to go to war with fake niggaz standing alone Until I get with all my loyal niggaz going to lint Don't matter how hard you try you'll never weaken my strength Now I'm with all my loyal niggaz breaking the bread And if you dis the code of honor we taking yo' head This Means War! (Chorus) War! Nobody helps him Nobody has to be there Yeah Yeah! What cha ya gonna do! (x2) Make you think you can run or you can hide Where you think you can run or you can hide? (x3) (Verse 3) Be the best to show love, let's go operate Disloyality is something that we won't tolerate Still with these niggaz let's put them where they properly go On an island far away in a place where nobody knows No room for any bullshit for so many years Watching the danger and niggaz double crossing their peers Yes I always fight for what is right and put my foot down Disrespect my love and I'm gonna be laying ya down This means war! (Chorus to fade) |
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from The Mod Squad (비트 시티) by Bc Smith [ost] (1999)
Yo ever since Jimmy Crack Con Rockin' on ever since the day I was born Yes we get busy whenever we have to perform Shaking your tooshie making your pussy get warm Ha ha ha until all you niggas is gone I be hittin' until the morning got you callin' my storm Bounce my niggas bounce my bitches (Bounce baby!) With the shit that do really have all you niggas going crazy Suffer from headrushes while niggas be smoking dutches Bitches be gettin' all in and they rippin' they pants crutches Wiggle they belly buttons Ay, wait a minute I wanna get all in it Long as my shorty with it You know I'm comin' to get it Doin' it to you makin' you really wonder who said it Swelling your melon while you yellin' Now check out the credit Giving it to you makin' you gimme back more (Coming through too!) Yes and we be kickin' down your door Keepin' it raw my nigga : All my bitches right in the front sayin |
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| from Can'T Hardly Wait (더 이상 참을 수 없어) by David Kitay [ost] (1998) | |||||
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from Set It Off (셋 잇 오프) by Christopher Young [ost] (1996)
Ha Ha Ha Uh Yeah Yeah While we hit you with another one of them old phenomenal shits Nineteen ninety six that nigga comes through with another one of them fucking ill ones Busta Rhymes in the place to be Flipmode Squad Y'all motherfuckers keep it right here You know how it's going down son Blow the spot up one shot Yo check it out Aeiyo son I get busy each and every day Freaky different shit make you bounce around your way So many niggas just away Talking shit on mics with nothing to say When I display freaky bump shit you wanna say Hit you off, make you and your peoples wanna stay Yo, who be that nigga that be coming through? That's me I'll take the mics just overview Ha, who, ha Tell me just what you wanna do Hit with more shit that make you feel brand new Steady solid gold posting like Marilyn Macu Suckers suffocating till their faces turn blue You don't have a clue, of the proper number of my crew How we shoot the spit-shine on niggas like a pair of shoes Any time you wanna set it off I'ma make sure that you all live to regret it : Don't you do something that will catch up with you Watch your back before you die Don't you do something that you live to regret Or feel the heat so bad baby Don't you do something that will catch up with you Watch your back before you die Don't you do something that you live to regret Or feel the heat so bad baby Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Huh! Yo! I be the absolute wicked and that's your first warning When you start falling, my name you will be calling Who's that? You wake up to every single morning, that's me Busta Rhymes with the loudest talking Living to regret what they did to you, stay talking Talking shit you better watch how you be walking Coming through so that you all can really see Rhyme after me, bring you back to reality Ha, check your self nigga Just count from one to three Then I hit you off with another new stylee A-hee, A-hee-hee Dedicated to MC's Break you off something with so much new ferocity So hot, I will burn off your calories Chase you all down like I was your worst enemy Better believe this nigga set it Fuck around and I'ma make sure that you all live to regret it : Don't you do something that will catch up with you Watch your back before you die Don't you do something that you live to regret Or feel the heat so bad baby Don't you do something that will catch up with you Watch your back before you die Don't you do something that you live to regret Or feel the heat so bad baby Yo, yo, yo, yo I be that nigga that you can't see Breaking shit down in all actuality All y'all niggas who misbehave Better count your blessings or make your grave Uh, this goes out to all the ones who talk trash Bring the noise nigga, we will bust your ass If you really wanna set it off I'ma make sure that you all live to regret it : Don't you do something that will catch up with you Watch your back before you die Don't you do something that you live to regret Or feel the heat so bad baby Don't you do something that will catch up with you Watch your back before you die Don't you do something that you live to regret Or feel the heat so bad baby ( to with chanting in background |
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from Space Jam (스페이스 잼) by James Newton Howard [ost] (1996)
(intro)
Greetings, earthlings We have now taken over your radioooo..... (b-real) Goin' straight through the hole You ain't got no game I'm breakin' ya out the frame Coming through like a train Looking to take over the world is my goal With my unstoppable crew takin' all control You can't get none of this, we're runnin' this Well taker, earth shaker, 3 point gunnin' this Get out the lane, I'm comin' through And if you don't wanna move then I'm comin' right through you (coolio) It's like inch by inch and step by step I'm closing in on your position and destruction is my mission Though eight is not enough, your whole squad better duck It's like switch when I bust Now you're whole crew is dust Comin' through my area, i'ma have to bury ya The real scream team on your scream scene It's like showdown on the range Go tell me who wanna tangle with the Ghetto witch-doctor neighborhood superhero? Chorus: (b-real) We want it all (want it all!) Unstoppable, we run the floor (run the floor!) You can't take none of this hardcore (hardcore!) In the game we take you to war (war!) You ain't seen nothin' like this before (all) If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low (method man) Insane like a runaway train I'm in your lane Like it's only 3 seconds to score to win the game Came to bring the ultimate pain upon the brain Untamed, you won't like it when I change And you are type strange Make room, manaical monster in the game And I got my eye on you Deadshot aim, as free throws keep comin' down like rain You feelin' me, I'm feelin' you The monstar again, I'm tellin' you Pass me the rock, now I'm headed to the basket Get up out my way is what you better do My tactics is unsportsmanlike conduct You better ask it Don't get no better than this, you catch my drift? You get stripped by ballhandlers ruled by swackhammer Danger, you're dealin' with offical hoop-bangers With hang time like a coat hanger Jump, with thunderous 360-degree type dunks What up doc? the monstar funk (ll cool j) Lightning strikes and the court lights get dim Supreme competition is about to begin Above the rim, finessin' and moves is animated Once I get to ballin', I can't be deflated I'm rugged raw, my monstars is gettin' money When clicks get to buggin', I'm snatchin' up their bunnies (uhh!) Every step I take shakes the ground I'll make you break your ankles, son, shakes you down This is my planet, I'm bout business The best that ever done it, can I get a witness? (uhhh!) Cumulus clouds bring darkness up above You in it for the money? Or in it for the love, m.j.? 23 ways to make a pay Loungin' in the mothership back around my way (uhh!) I'm 28 light years old If the refs get political, dribble like bob dole Am I gettin' lyrical? Daddy, I think so Monstar droppin' flavor fluid so drink slow Chorus (busta rhymes) Yo, God bless!! Pick up your chest Here's an example of how I can stress your full court press With finesse, I bench-press your stress whenever you test We're speed ballin', on the fastbreak just like the pony express I'm gonna mingle in your face and take the lid off Just use your head and forfeit the game You and your team just need to back off!! Get off my block, gimmie the ball, I said it's my rock!! I'm startin' a line-up by gettin' y'all to bring the livestock Throw all your money in the pot And make sure you bet all your money on my bank shot When we come right through tell me what you really gonna do? We'll leave your team name in shame and take your talent from you While you abandon your ship, we take your championship With nothing left for you to see except the instant replay clip Money spending, goal tending, stay-bending teams like crash cars Who do they be? They be the monstars!!!!!! Chorus |
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| from Why Do Fools Fall In Love (바보들의 사랑) by Stephen James Taylor [ost] (1998) | |||||
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from Busta Rhymes - It Ain'T Safe No More... (2002)
Intro [Lord have Mercy] As we approach the current time frame of 1997.With approximately two and a half years before the year two thousand. Repeatedly it has been reported that there will be a time soon approaching. That major disaster will be striking, all levels of existence. It has also been reported that this disastrous thing will be approaching in the form of many, many as in squad, squad as in Flipmode squad. It has also been reported that everyone out of the many will strike, but this particular motherfucker will strike with an unmeasurable blast and fuck up everything within his 360o radius. Warning. Prepare yourselves. Store your food, stamp your paper, because when this motherfucker gets here, it's about to get real fucked for everyone and everything, everywhere!!!! [Dolomite] Well, Busta Rhymes. Come over here and let me talk to you son. See know. Dolomite just got back from some shit that you about to be it. Well are you prepared, I hope you are prepared nigga, cause you know this is album number two. Yes more bitches than before. There'll be more bitches, more and more and more. More thirsty niggas. Time to get inside your shit. Time to throw your whole chemistry off. Oh yes, there's gonna be a lot more money. Yes a lot more money than before. So son don't you worry about none of that shit. All you gotta do is just slap your dick in the mouth of these bitches that don't wanna act right, and put a hot one in any motherfucker that wants to get in the way of this powerful shit right here. Ok son, all right Busta enough of this shit talkin. Lets be on our way. Cause when disaster strikes there's gonna be a whole lot of motherfuckers pourin in. All right baby, lets go. [Spliff Star] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo. Ladies and Gentlemen. Straight from the motherfuckin street corner. Goin out to all you motherfuckers across the globe. On the return trip. It be the niggas. The niggas that live by the code of blood honor. My Flipmode niggas, ha. Spliff bring you that shit to another extreme. Her to hit you motherfuckers with a strike of disaster. I bring on to you once again. The eight wonder of the world. My nigga Busta Rhymes. And I be that nigga, that live nigga Spliff I Spliff comin through right at you were ever the fuck you at. Flipmode is da Squad comin through right at you were ever the fuck you at. [Busta Rhymes] A yo cut my shit off, get it off. A heh a heh, a heh heh. Here we go again motherfuckers. A heh, lets start this shit. |
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from Busta Rhymes - It Ain'T Safe No More... (2002)
The Surgeon General.. of the Flipmode Squad.. has determined.. that the sounds you about to hear.. can be devestatin.. to your ear.. to your mind.. to your body.. to your souuuuuuuuuuuuuullll! [Chorus: Flipmode Meka] You better, pack up your bags, better get out of town Cause when the God come you know he gon' be puttin it down Everything we do be blowin, better get on the ground It ain't safe no more, it ain't safe no more (nigga) He keeps it wicked by creatin the sound That make the people wanna spaz 'til they give him the crown Fuck around you'll turn up missin just to never be found It ain't safe no more, it ain't safe no more (nigga) [Verse One] Bodies'll turn up missin, I promise you need to listen Abolish the need for bitchin, I polish and shine and glisten Demolishin while I'm whistlin, astonished while you're witnessed Hardest to smash another artist son, regardless if it is a nigga who think he the greatest son I'll lock him in the fridge And hang him from both of his ankles when we drop him from the bridge Blockin your paper really stoppin that dude from gettin his Poppin the safe and splurgin, havin the crew up in the crib Block 'til these niggaz havin 'em rockin gargle with a bib Shittin and fartin, spittin and vomitin all in the crib Fallin into shock from the bullets we shot up in they ribs Hot up the block and blew up the spot and got up out the mix Tried it a couple stops and spotted the Squad up in they whips Plotted and then I signed on the dotted line and made a wish Return us even the hardest makin you garbage niggaz sit The smartest now you a target only the heartless niggaz win |
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from Busta Rhymes - It Ain'T Safe No More... (2002)
Branded... scorned is the one who raaaan What do you do when your branded? And you know you're a man. Wherever you go, for the rest of your life You must proooooove, you're a man [Verse 1: Busta] See now I'm back wit the force, read about the kid from the front to the back of The Source You see me back on the course Scream on every beat untill my voice get crackled and horse Front seat niggas never sit in the back wit a boss Fuck the fact that it cost, the pricetag of the porche Will cost ya life, have ya motha feel an immaculate loss *Breath* But of course, come and speak to the best And watch me spit a jewel sharper to carve the meat of your flesh You lookin weak in the chest, you see the street is a test Women on the stoop smokin holdin a seed to they breast You see the street is a mess Strugglin holdin a couple pounds of weed then the rest Now I proceed to the rest of my niggas Keepin it fresh, Though we must stay on the grind I supersceded the stress, We always seem to finesse from the East to the West, You Know we w-w-we keep the teflon from the street to the vest Kill that nigga slow like how you get defeated in chess Got you under pressurehairline receaded effects Hot air niggas I only feel the heat from your breath, Rap niggas beef in they album probably needed the press And as a man I never found the slightest need to impress Another man because I'm proud and I believe that I'm blessed But yo I always found the need to adress these weaker niggas That speak to the street always keepin the people abreast Now you've been branded... [Chorus] [Verse 2: Busta] Higher science and Ic12 |
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from Busta Rhymes - It Ain'T Safe No More... (2002)
Yeah.. Busta Rhymes now, Flipmode now, check it See we in two-thousand-and-three already, catch up to us Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hah, huh Now motherfuckin case closed The shit blow your speaker, keep turnin your base low Spaz out because I motherfuckin say so Before I blow this bitch like we down in Waco Thick in cock diesel, that's the way we roll Big truck shit, even my bitch whippin the Range Rov' We 'bout to skyrocket and THE WAY WE GO The way the bitches lookin love THE WAY WE BLOW Check it, we light shit up like Broadway yo The crack-head rappers better JUST SAY NO Before I turn stupid and back the heat slow Lay and wait for niggaz in the back street yo Weak flow, take your shit like I'm comin to Repo Create a crowd scene and stack a bunch of people We bustin through the doors, shootin through your peephole The shoot that never miss is like shootin a free throw All you niggaz better go and.. [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people Put they body on the stretcher, carry they ass out Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people I'll put they body on the stretcher, carry they ass out Call the ambulance [Rampage] Catch sixteen to remove your organs H-2-O ridin round in same orbits Notorious from New York to New Orleans House come with the lake swimmin with dolphins Fifty keys with large proportions Caught a few niggaz on money extortions |
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from Busta Rhymes - It Ain'T Safe No More... (2002)
Aiyyo Mega' gimme some of that barefoot jungle shit and let me shake a leg nigga! (Megahertz) Let's give it to 'em Yo, let's give it to 'em Yo, let's give it to 'em Busta Bust, let's give it to 'em Flipmode, let's give it to 'em Check it [Verse One] Ever felt the fire burn like this (burn like this) You shocked that I've returned like this Stern like shit'll make you firm like this C'mon, while we make the bitches yearn like this Pearl white shit'll make the world hype quick and earl like knowin I'm bonin your girl like this Act sweet (BOY) nigga we pack heat so (BACK BOY) Stack money like a Backstreet Boy Track sheet, never whack, bitches hittin in my back seat Love my flick up in the Black Beat boy So move your black feet boy, make bitches bounce to this Don't let me have to let the mac speak boy Track meet boy, hundred meter dash, straight to the trash You corny rhymin on them whack beats boy (C'MON) And you know we rock on and on And make the bitches wanna bounce, all night long and And to my gettin money niggaz keep ballin (c'mon) You know we bout to take it to the next mornin [Chorus: repeat 2X] Get your big ass on the floor! You know we goin' do it to ya (alright) You know we goin' do it to ya (alright) You know we doin' do it to ya (alright) nigga Get your big ass on the floor, C'MON!! [Verse Two] The Range Ro' and everything you see is paid fo' nigga, c'mon Change flow and then we lay low Chase mo' money, fuck I wanna waste dough fo' Stack peso, big money know my small money probably bigger than your WHACK payroll Mone |
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from Busta Rhymes - It Ain'T Safe No More... (2002)
Yeah! Yeah, Busta Bust down, Flipmode now I know what y'all feel like doin Go 'head and crash your whip in the fuckin wall It's cool, niggaz.. we gets busy [Verse One] Fo' sho', spit rogue, get mo' bout to kick in the door Dick sore, split whores 'til they shit on the floor Clique more sick from when you use to see us before Shit, kill a nigga quick, niggaz know my rapport Keep workers on the strip that be ready for war Brick I flip a little quicker if they shit in the store Rip, maybe 'til they drop, and they shit in they drawers Shit crazy when I pop, and I'm grippin the four Thick bitches in the spot, watch 'em strip for the sport Spit vicious for the block, yeah we swingin a torch Stick niggaz for they shit, thank 'em for they support Quick nigga, better quit snitchin down at the court Check track a little slick and try to go on my Forbes Cause we stackin like we rich, and we holdin the fort This time, we had to bring it, guess what we brought The hottest shit to bang from L.A. to the streets of New York [Chorus] All my people, get drunk, get high - WHATTUP? Get money, get rich, get fly - WHATTUP? Get stupid, get busy, get live - WHATTUP? Jump all in your whip, turn the key and drive - WHATTUP? Make a mill' yeah we gon' make about five - WHATTUP? We speak the truth and we ain't talkin no jive - WHATTUP? I'm speakin to the streets and everybody's widdit - WHATTUP? Once again you know we only come to get it - WHATTUP? [Verse Two] AOWWWWWWW!! Ha, I stay wicked now I'm back on the strip Like I went on a vacation and I'm back from my trip Nuff radio rotation like I'm sai |
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from Busta Rhymes - It Ain'T Safe No More... (2002)
(Yeah), Turn me up some (Redman) (Busta)Fuck goin' on?,Yo!,..Uncle Darren,......What up brother Yeah, Yeah Flipmode See we got a whole....we got a gift wrapped package for you mother fuckers Yeah Yo Yo Yo Yeah Bust it, I stay rippin' a niggah track so hotter than wax yo so tell me why you act so?Yo I max 'cause I make make a niggah black 'til it's time to relax yo or 'til you all collapse so Fuck it it's hardly that the god is gettin' tired you don't wanna say that could catch a cardiac relapse niggah (what)the god is back see you don't want nothing no matter how you react, blows to black and blue you frontin' ya back choose whatever the route that you choose ,..wounds so herendous from frensicsing it to analyzing the bruise blows we never come in singular they commin' in twos, my crew be startin' the ruckus once I give them the cues to blast from the triggers that'll bust from all of my dudes,..be the shit that make you niggahs run up outta ya shoes we make you back down havin' the facts down with all the noise we be makin' you could even see the shit on the news (word up) See you don't know nothing about it. Turn me up some Yo, the heat from off the street'll burn you up some,the shit i'm sure to spit'll hurt you up some, i'm sayin', but you don't know nothing about it Turn me up some I drink a fifth of yak and url it up some ,Yo, just bang it in the truck and turn it up some, i'm sayin', now watch me dead a niggah fast like them bitches with no ass you corny niggahs low class, Yo, I flash on them then I go and smash couple a hoes and then splash on them, flickin' a 'lil ash on them...from the blunt we smokin'keep a chick chokin', got them open with flows I suppose and make them soak in they clothes , keep the shit that make th |
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from Busta Rhymes - It Ain'T Safe No More... (2002)
Just make it clap, just make it clap Ay yo we 'bout to take everybody from every street And throw a party in the Grand Canyon, come on!!! Ah ha, yeah yeah, uh ah uh, yeah yeah, ah, ah, ah Flipmode baby, yeah, check it out [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Hey! Hey! Ain't no fakin the fluid Water drippin off asses of women that's shakin it to it While I'm takin you through it, no mistakin my crew is Flipmode baby!!! got you actin all stupid Now I'm back in the cupid, just to tell you the truth is Them niggas that be havin you blacken and ready to lose it Pushin lambos and harley rockin Roberto Cavalli (Huh!) Now I got a new hobby diamonds and tattoos and bodies Watch me crash through the party, go 'head and spaz girl Tatoo in the name of my click across yo' ass girl We 'bout to blast girl, from here to Albuquerque Like jamaican niggas rockin big chains in socker jerseys Take you on hotter journeys, the way we put it down And be hittin be havin you shittin more than a box of hersheys We come to control it we come to command it And just for the record we always come to set a new standard Act like you know [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Incase you ain't know and incase you ain't heard And if you want us to set it just give me the word This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin them birds To all my shorties wigglin they shakin they curves Just make it clap, Just make it clap, Just make it clap Just make it clap [Verse 2: Spliff Star] See you a hot little mama it's only right that I holla Love your face love your smile love that ass in a Prada Make it, bounce up and down like th |
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from Busta Rhymes - It Ain'T Safe No More... (2002)
Yeah, come fuck with us yeah
Y'all know what to do to this shit Yeah, streets We 'bout to do it again, we 'bout to do it again We 'bout to do it again niggas, I hope y'all ready Check it, check it, c'mon Check out the technique C'mon, spit flow and bag up the next freaks Soldier with a quicker hoe that live on the next street Over playa then do this shit again next week Gettin' this paper, phat chicks up in the next Jeep Probably listen closer if you let the check speak I keep fire 'cause niggas respect heat Look, I spit fire then come up the best beats I said I pull the spot from here way down on South Beach major Globalize, then blow down a South Beach ager Check it, banana yellow G wagon for the whole saggin' Feel the fox mink draggin' on the floor watch it You really need to stop Just copped the rob blueberry Lamborghini drop C'mon, stay struntin' with the mini bop Niggas know when we step in the place, the whole city stop Better tell 'em if they ain't know, I'm put 'em on Shorty (We know how you be doin' it baby) How we be doin' it baby? (We know how you be takin' it off) How we take it from 'em? (We know how you be killin' 'em baby) How we killin' 'em? C'mon (We know how you be ready to ball) You know we ready to do it (We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy) Make 'em crazy now, c'mon (We know how you be breakin' 'em off) You know we breakin' 'em off, let's go (So come and get it down for me baby) Put it down now (And make it hotter till they take it off) This is a shake down weakin' your whole shit Until it break down, speak to the whole clique Until we take down dudes, put the heat to 'em and make them Put they cake down dude, scrape down food Niggas stay hungry 'til the shit is over Spit and make the tape sound rude Niggas get screwed, see they ain't really worth not a thing But only gettin' on the stage to get booed Kennedy loft hoe's mackin' at the top of the Trump Towers Rockin' fly Versace, terry cloth robes Like Ghost Face the most ready just for the glow Showcase the most, them niggas sure to blow No waste of time, you know we sure to grow I'm sayin' no place a mine, is for them corny hoe's C'mon, with all this paper and this shit we copin' We keepin' it gully and know we always keep it poppin' Better tell 'em if they ain't know, I'm put 'em on Shorty (We know how you be doin' it baby) How we be doin' it baby? (We know how you be takin' it off) How we take it from 'em? (We know how you be killin' 'em baby) How we killin' 'em? C'mon (We know how you be ready to ball) You know we ready to do it (We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy) Make 'em crazy now, c'mon (We know how you be breakin' 'em off) You know we breakin' 'em off, let's go (So come and get it down for me baby) Put it down now (And make it hotter till they take it off) Ha, get that money come fuck with us Hands in the sky keep on livin' do your own thing All my people holla and let me hear you reply Say take it off (Take it off) Say take it off (You better take it off) Say take it off (Take it off) Say take it off (Better take it off) C'mon baby c'mon, ha, we hold a rock boy The way we on fire call a nigga hot boy Hot, we raise the level till we blow the spot boy And watch the water boil and spill over the pot boy Listen, I hope you know you need to stop boy Frontin' and tryin' be somethin' you not boy Listen again we keep on bangin' and pissin' 'em off Spazzin' on niggas until we silence or finish 'em off Better tell 'em if they ain't know, I'm put 'em on Shorty (We know how you be doin' it baby) How we be doin' it baby? (We know how you be takin' it off) How we take it from 'em? (We know how you be killin' 'em baby) How we killin' 'em? C'mon (We know how you be ready to ball) You know we ready to do it (We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy) Make 'em crazy now, c'mon (We know how you be breakin' 'em off) You know we breakin' 'em off, let's go (So come and get it down for me baby) Put it down now (And make it hotter till they take it off) {Yeah, wait, wait, wait hold on come on let me put it right here What you doin'? What you doin'? Hold on, hold on, wait, wait, wait, got a rubber? I don't need no rubber, you look clean} {Wait the fuck you ain't go no pimples or nothin' Na, na, you ain't runnin' up in here without no Jimmy Ah, you fuckin' actin' like that, you better find one Aight so, aight so, hold on, hold on, don't yo} {Just stay, just like that, don't even, just stay I'm not leavin', aight cool, hold on, hold on I knew I had a condom what the fuck man Where the fuck is a condom when you need one?} {It is I, Trojan Man Oh shit, oh thank God it's you, you got a condom man? No, I only have one trick cover left and my hormones are risin' And I want your bitch to taste it, Trojan Man} {This has been a paid advertisement by Flipmode and Company And I don't give a fuck what you say 'cause I still believe You could catch AIDS from tongue kissing a bitch So remember always strap your shit up, Trojan Man} |
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from Busta Rhymes - It Ain'T Safe No More... (2002)
Here we go Ay yo, ladies where you at c'mon c'mon Ladies where you at c'mon c'mon You ready to freak out ladies? Yeah, soldiers We 'bout to line it up just right Check it, watch how we do it [Verse One] Make way for the kid to come in girl And let me rock cause I love the way you pop that (C'mon) Every single time we come to drop that A lot of freaky women react to a nigga hot track (Lets go) Then we start to cook up the place Women watching the nigga with the ready to do the (UGH!) look on their face (C'mon) Freak nasty, you know the way you do it all on the guard And the way you love to speak nasty, another freak pass me (WOO!) Floss on, in the club ain't even got the draws on You messing with a nigga better, stop that shit mama In other words you better watch that shit cause you got that shit The way your ass sit up all on your back Its like you need to go shop that, see niggas would cock that And definitely won't waste it And while you at it take a lick and just taste it (taste it, taste it, taste it) [Chorus] B-b-baby tell me why tell me so I'd like you to go high you tell me to go low So I go low, taste the shit, taste it again I like it Baby tell me why tell me so I'd like you to go high you tell me to go low So I go low, taste the shit, taste it again I like it [Verse 2] Pass the last courvoisier bottle down the at bar See a chick that kinda look like a star And I'm saying even though I wanna to take you home girl I know its kinda late but you ain't got to come along girl [echo] Wait a sec you know I know a song girl Me and you and one of your oth |
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from Busta Rhymes - It Ain'T Safe No More... (2002)
Here we go now, yea C'mon, yea, check it [Verse One] I said my solo jump off, been boomin since nine-six My solo jump off, been boomin since nine-six Hittin trippin the circuit breaker, flickin the light switch The kid like is he known for givin you wild hits I keep my name on the way on top of the now list Bangin on every level, droppin the now shit It's like the feelin after watchin a couple of (?) flick And once you hear the kid, you'll be knowin the sound sick Spaz in the club, watchin the crowd flip That's when I knew the crown was up for whoever the crown fit Nowadays while I go bag me a fine bitch Bitch watchin my pocket, seein we wild rich Shorty hopin we smellin nothin like foul fish While you swingin ass at the devil, claimin you righteous A lot of haters I'm knowin you like this While you floss unnecessarily, sippin on wild Crist' [Chorus] I say LADIES, my MERCEDES Hold fo' in the back, two if you fat Feel it all in your gut, your neck and your back When you step up in the club I know you know how to act Hey SOLDIERS, get your floss on Va-let in the lot, park the Yukon Shorty shakin her waist, and rippin her thong Now all my people are muggin and singin the song, I'm sayin [Verse Two] Shit still boomin in two-thousand and three My shit still boomin in two-thousand and three And we don't give a fuck about who you claimin to be My jewels blind bitches where they ain't able to see These fools try to talk just a little much to a G They say the wrong shit, they head just might end upside of a tree Clear my thoughts just a little, pass me a cup of tea Takin different constant boats, from the land to the sea I got my pa |
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from Busta Rhymes - It Ain'T Safe No More... (2002)
Yeah Shorty I know what you need I got everything you need I promise I ain't gonna hold out either I'ma give it all to you baby It's on, bust it Baby if you give it to me I'll give it to you I know what you want You know I got it Baby if you give it to me I'll give it to you I know what you want You know I got it Baby if you give it to me I'll give it to you I know what you want You know I got it Baby if you give it to me I'll give it to you I know what you want You know I got it We been together for a few years Shared a few tears Called each other nicknames Like Sugar Plum and Poo Bear I'm always on the road I'm hardly ever home Always busy this busy that Can't talk on the phone I know you aggrevated Walk around frustrated Ya patience gettin' short How long can you tolerate it Listen ma I'm just motivated I do this for us Step on the grind tryin' to elevate it now Hey yo to really be honest You stuck with me through my whole struggle Can't express the words How much the kid loves ya I'ma stand as a man never above ya I can tell that you different from most Slightly approach you And that ill shit about it We gon' sex every day But when we sex we tease In a passionate way I love the way you touch it Those little elaborate ways Got the guard feelin' released To relax for the day It's on you ma Baby if you give it to me I'll give it to you I know what you want You know I got it Baby if you give it to me I'll give it to you I know what you want You know I got it Baby if you give it to me I'll give it to you I know what you want You know I got it Baby if you give it to me I'll give it to you I know what you want You know I got it Shh, mami listen I feel ya love for me baby And how it move through you I been longin' for the moment To talk the truth to you Listen, I'm never home I always get up and go Puttin' you through the unnecessary rigga-ma-ro I never meant to put a thousand pounds Of stress on ya head I love the way we sleep And always cuddle in bed Baby, I stay embracin' ya patience Sheddin' ya tears with me I ask you my mami Please continue to bear with me Cuttin' up in the streets like we would never get old Went from Lucy's and buses to fifty cent sodas And Novas to Hondas to Lexus to Rovers Mad years passed Still got each other back Word is bond never screw none of these industry cats We like Scull and Mulder Walkin' shoulder to shoulder Milkin' this game watchin' our seeds gettin' older |
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from Busta Rhymes - It Ain'T Safe No More... (2002)
Come on, yea, ha, ya, Busta Rhymes baby, yea, ha It's Flipmode baby, yea, come on We bout to cause a riot nigga [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Got a lot of niggaz rollin' with ya holla Cause you know we ripped it hotter than them other niggaz Spot a nigga gettin dollars not another nigga can do it the way that we cocked and shot another nigga Think he deserved the way he was boppin with a cherry copper glitter blood fella send a cop to get 'em It's funny the way the iron just to drop you quicker Why I hit y'all with the fire, think I got a winner Stackin a crib with a chick that make a proper dinner Black in the range with tint, and chrome aqua spinnin' Parked right next to the Benz with a soap opera and the TV up in the dash co-starrin a opera singer That be the type of bullshit I be on and stay hot I stop whippin' a Bentley to whip a Mercedes Maeboch And keep runnin' around the street like my name was Mel Patch nigga Come through your hood and take your whole block, come on And while we give it to ya [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] While with me (Come on) My niggaz stack money to the sky with me (Come on) My niggaz in the place need to riot with me (Come on) And set the whole fire with me (Come on) All of my ladies in the beauty salon look bomb put yo shit on And wait up in the line for me (Come on) You come all in the party lookin' fine for me (Come on) Holdin 'Gnac spill a little red wine for me [Bridge: Busta Rhymes 9x] Let's cause a riot Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo (Come on) [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] It's bout to get a little bit betta, start to get a little cheddar Pack a big beretta Check a nigga resume doinc12 |
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from Busta Rhymes - It Ain'T Safe No More... (2002)
See we, we about to take it where Where it all started We gonna take em' back Busta Rhymes now, Flipmode now My nigga Fingaz now Check it, yo [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Uh huh, Busta Bus is back in this bitch, holding the spot Puttin all the pep all in your step now we controllin the rock (Yeah My Nigga) See how we comin be loadin the docks Floatin and simply stockin the goods that we makin you flop (Ay yo) See now we thicker and we be makin you sicker Stuck like a bumper sticker from how we be dropping it quicker For all these niggas that be riding and whippin in their truck (Crash) And buyin another one and do not be givin a fuck (What!) Flipmode (Yes) cause we knowin we comin to get it Gather around all my niggas who that be already to set it (Set it) Fuckin and just break them off, let the women just shake it off Got them bouncin to take it off for me, Check it! Cause i've been double dutchin and dosey-do' in on music way before A lot of these new niggas could figure then pattend all on my flow Peep on how we coming to rip it and know we gonna wet ya And rep for my niggas cause I'm coming to get ya I said... [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Guess who's comin? With brand new fire to satisfy all the people in the street when it drops (Let's Go) Now! Let me see all the people with me let me see your hand high let me know you up in the spot (Ay yo I'm sayin) Everytime we givin you music we give you the kind of music that makes you bang it loud on your block (C'mon C'mon) This is to know when I'm comin I'm comin to make you wyle out in the place that makes you ge |
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from Busta Rhymes - It Ain'T Safe No More... (2002)
Hey yo Swizz.. This shit sound like some shit The streets wanna do the merengue to (yeah) Or dance around a sombrero to, WHOO!!! Yeah, another special from Flipmode Records Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah here we go! Streets! Flipmode baby, yeah check it Busta Bus baby Yeah, Rah Digga now, c'mon Check it, huh [Verse: Busta Rhymes] If you ain't noticed yet I have come wit a throne See I was gone for a minute but now I'm home The way I touch it you can feel it in your bones Fuck wit the kid cause I'm taking you into another zone See it don't matter what you think or what you say I always love for the street every single day You better get down on your knees, you better pray Cause goin' against the grain of this Squad I promise you will pay! (WHOO!) You see Flipmode is the team that I rep forever Respecting the Code of Honor staying together It's getting hot I think you should take off the sweater Rattle and knock all of your troops who goin to get this cheddar See when we come I'm wondering how they gon' manage Show em mysteriously watch how they vanish See when we finish just analyze all the damage No matter who you are, we accept any and EVERY challenge (yeah) Yeah yeah, I think we got 'em again this time Flipmode c'mon! [Chorus - 1: Mynx (Busta Rhymes ad-libs)] I think I - I think wanna say something like this (like this) People denying that they feeling our shit So we hit 'em with the really crazy flow (crazy flow) To let 'em know that we be hitting it fa' sho Time goes by, in your life And we're still here together [Verse: Busta Rhymes] I hope you know that this is really not a game- |
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from Busta Rhymes - It Ain'T Safe No More... (2002)
Listen; I am the sun, I am the sea I am the land, I am the tree I'm everything you want to be Cause I be struttin' like a G.O.D Cause I be struttin' like a G.O.D Cause I be struttin' like a G.O.D [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Roll out the red carpet baby the god has come No matter who you are or where you from Check it I stay be repin the street and reppin the slum And while you co-starrin' this movie I star is the one, listen You never imagined that I would become one of the most incredible Until when ever I'm done Notice the god like meet you from when I was young Blessed with such a maculess flow and a venomous tongue How we keep you holla until you collapse on the lung With the biggest followin' the nigga slackin a nun Able to move a mountain of niggaz havin then sprung Just check out my women but how be havin then strung ass though Like how the coke be havin them numb Run up in the spot like I was holdin and clappin' the gun Now I'm lose for y'all I'm bringin the proof to y'all Ballin and speckin the truth to y'all [Chorus] [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] The chorus is singin' the words that I fill in my gut That's why I always step with a bop and walk with a strut And I always rep for the block and we all for the bucks And we always step in the spot and be all for the cut Vallet block two parkin' spots all for the turck Bounce to the world when I be tired and be gone for the month And it's all for the slut flowin' like a force of the water Keepin' it runin so were the niggaz be at Well they seein me commin' Summers people keep it clapin' women just give me they lovinc |
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from Busta Rhymes - It Ain'T Safe No More... (2002)
(Chorus)
Now this is the tale of a murderer who comes from the caucus cliffs (Busta in background) happy Thanksgiving he robbed and stole and killed for greed and packed us on slave ships (Busta in background) happy Thanksgiving he took us off to stolen lands it seemed like hell for sure (Busta in background) happy Thanksgiving with the crack and the guns, death and disease they called for you and your (Busta in background) happy Thanksgiving No whips no brew no weed to smoke not a single luxury If not for the bloodshed that it cost the struggle would be lost (Busta) say it again the struggle would be lost (Busta) say it again the struggle would be lost (Busta) say it again the struggle would be lost (Busta) say it again the struggle would be lost (Busta) say it again the struggle would be lost (Verse 1) The struggle will be lost If you continue to do the shit you be doin' with disloyalty nigga Now that explains why in each ward you avoiding me nigga Knowing now it takes nothing to be destroying a nigga Conditioned with a mind to shit on your brother Flossing with jewelry and whips just like a dick and still live with your mother Copping shit that superceded your salary Where is your loyalty to your own blood and taking care of your family Funny how you sit and drink what you drink Thinking the foulest shit and not even knowing why you think how you think Must be the reason why we aren't aware Because the devil know how guilty and filthy he is in all his affairs Fucking with my mind when I was a youngster Cause he know if we knew the truth we'd make his ass run from amongst us That's why we thinking that it's better to ball while the devil be sitting and watching plotting how to murder us all now this (Chorus) (Verse 2) Hey yo That's why I'm hustling harder Now I'm in a huddle seeing the struggle in my mother and father That's why my persona will come with such a karma to be getting this paper Cause I ain't with the slavery labor A lot of niggas in the hood probly relate to me greater than those that believe when they die they going to meet the creator that's crazy how we become slaves to mental death and power that comes with becoming even more of a dumber ass the devil robbing you blind concealing the truth from niggas while we be struggling they murder the mind the wickedness sneak on you quicker when they creep from behind continue to speak the truth ?til it weaken your spine now check it the jewel I give you be the beat the beat for the time you can't see it like you living on a street for the blind young whitty hustler niggas that stick with the grind fly cuisine food poisoned cause you eatin' the swine I stay struggling and doin' for delf Then I dig in my body deeper and do a little knowledge of self They wonder why they catch a nigga on the weed sell Better be careful what you saying on them e-mails Now listen They got your mind in a prison You can do whatever you want but focus if you desire to listen As I say it I hope you feelin' the wrath Create a hammer to make a man that a beat you in the head with the math Now this (Chorus) |
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from Busta Rhymes - It Ain'T Safe No More... (2002)
Ey yo yo yo yo It was the first shine on the day of my birth I enterd the earth blind, Funerabole to everything I would first find, condition of beating nigga's having the wurst mind, becoming weak like we scavangers of the wurst kind, from having nothing to plot and makin the earth mine, making the earth mine, thats kinda big aspirations for a nigga thats just kinda got on his first grind, but it's aight cause im blowing hold on my first shine, kinda gas quiker than spas ready to burst mine, and thoug it seems like obstuckles come at the wurst time, going from being succesful to commiting the wurst crime, so quike like a bitch massaging ya whole dick and bustin up, and it's over sabotagin ya own shit, we always good when we get it and then abuse and regret it, cause it's quike as we get it we fucking lose it, that's what my mother used to tell me. chorus seeing a flash that could take it from you like hocus-spocus, so count your blessings and baby I hope you stay in focus, wide awake like im drinkin cappucino mocus, takin on more stress and get to be come and smoke us, hhhee, like the shit that the setup straight provoc us, and fall riped them to the shit till it's lightfull and choke it, a promise you find thruth when you done diggin it out, stop the shiffering nigga I think I'd just figured it out, you see we thug visicily and mentally soft kep lies to yourself, so that your worth and value is lost, sometime the feeling of the city is wrong, why we appriciet them all now tupac |
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from Blade II (블레이드 2) by Marco Beltrami [ost] (2002)
[Busta Rhymes talking]
Silkk the Shocker, Busta Rhymes Never been done before you motherfuckers Tanks and armored trucks bitches Don't get it fucked up Don't even look at me diagonally You better look at me straight up and down Six o'clock bitch, check it out now [Busta Rhymes] First and foremost I'm only here to knock shit down And push ya shit back and completely lock shit down And make sure niggas know how to act The way we blaze shit, imagine if we really had to resort to the gat [Silkk the Shocker] Yeah, we treat niggas like audiences just clap em' down Well fuck what happened before this what's happenin' now For you niggas who hate, really can't stand for this Break both ya legs, now ya can't really stand for shit [Busta Rhymes] You motherfuckers thought the game was the same Now a days niggas in the hood got dabs to shoot down a plane We bloody niggas so quick and so fast Instead of givin' niggas that gat I prefer to put a foot in they ass [Silkk the Shocker (Busta Rhymes)] I got something for them dudes who be tryin' to be too hard A street sweeper and I ain't talkin' about kind that can move ya car I'm a bad dude (Oh yeah, I'm really talkin' about bad) I'm a big ol' problem (And he ain't really talkin' about math) [Hook: Busta Rhymes] To all my thugs in the street puttin' it down with us, come on My real live soldiers puttin' it down with us, come on My street corner colonels, uh, get down with us, come on My dogs who hold they post down is down with us, where you at Now all my people in the East is down with us, come on My hustlers in the West is down with us, come on My Dirty South gangstas, yeah, is down with us, come on And forever keepin' it gully, ya know it's a must I'm number one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one One, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one I'm number one [Silkk the Shocker] I know I'm the one, I'm supposed to win it No type showin' lots of chips but they mostly twenties Lots of Cris, mostly bottles Lots of chicks, mostly models Lots of bullets solid but they mostly hollow Ya ain't gotta say nothin' nigga for me to dump off Here my nuts can say right hear it's the jump off I'm in the car, smoked when I drive, tear the roof of the coupe off Me jump in the club, make em' tear the roof off [Hook] [Busta Rhymes] To all my cats who think they thuggin' only doin' it wrong The church bell rings only to play ya funeral song You wack nigga throw them lyrics away Before I turn ya to a ghost make angels carry ya spirit away Even though my broad be holdin' a snub A bottle of Cris can end up becomin' the worst weapon inside a club The way we beat you with and the way we come with such brute force This how we party and next time me and my whole crew floss The new boss of this old shit Before ya move me probably there's a million dudes ya have to go get So Busta-Bus be makin' em' run Under studio, every level I say it with conviction I'm number one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one One, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one [Hook] [Busta Rhymes talking] Silkk the Shocker, Busta Rhymes Never been done before you motherfuckers The one |
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from Pussycat Dolls - PCD (2005)
[Pussycat Dolls]
I know you like me (I know you like me) I know you do (I know you do) Thats why whenever I come around She's all over you I know you want it (I know you want it) It's easy to see (it's easy to see) And in the back of your mind I know you should be fucking with me [Chorus:] Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me? Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me? Don't cha Don't cha Don't cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me? Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me? Don't cha Don't cha Fight the feeling (fight the feeling) Leave it alone (leave it alone) Cause if it ain't love It just aint enough to leave a happy home Let's keep it friendly (let's keep it friendly) You have to play fair (you have to play fair) See I dont care But I know She ain't gonna wanna share [Chorus:Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me? Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me? Don't cha Don't cha baby Don't cha Don't cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me? Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me? Don't cha Don't cha See, I know she loves you (I know she loves you) I understand (I understand) I'd probably be just as crazy about cha If you were my own man Baby, this life time (baby this life time) Possibly (possibly) Until you're there for a friend you could a-sleep with me [Chorus:] Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me? Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me? Don't cha Don't cha baby Don't cha Don't cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me? Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me? Don't cha Don't cha Don't cha |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Big Bang (2006)
[Chorus]
[Marsha] Money, cars, clothes, sexy broads, plenty more, go.. get you some [Q-Tip] Mansion, lots, planes, Phantoms, bitch you better... [Marsha] Go.. get you some [Q-Tip] Hustlin, jugglin, robbin, stealin shit, I gotta get this fuckin [Marsha] Money, cars, clothes, sexy broads, plenty more, go.. get you some [Q-Tip] Fortune, power, fame, passion for this shit you need to... [Marsha] Go.. get you some [Q-Tip] Don't stop, nigga we ain't done, gun it through your fuckin road block [Busta Rhymes] I'm sayin who told y'all to let a muhfucker back on the block with the bullshit, see y'all done fucked up now! Turn the volume up and bang it out the trunk now! You gotta problem son? Imagine how the club sound Look and see I'm ready to spark it Soon as I zoom on my target, muhfucker better roll out the carpet See the way I comin through, and how I kick in the door Watch how I coffee grind like never before.. the way I wreck from the door So I mack wit' em, passin em, when I'm speakin I'm preachin, all my niggaz out in EVERY HOOD! You tryin to compete? You better be INCREDIBLY GOOD! Niggaz you want heat? I figured you would! That's I waste no time to give it to you niggaz (this time) And give you all the jewels in (this rhyme), and then I put it down to you all! I can't get enough of it niggaz, I gotta ex-plore (many) All of my options, I gotta get me plenty more... [Chorus] [Busta Rhymes] A lot of niggaz shit sound dated I'm like Shaq, franchise player just got traded to the number one team in the league See I ain't on J Records, I'm on DRE Records, Aftermath BITCH! You need to learn 'cause you ain't knowin the half, BITCH! And while I'm gone I'm puttin dough in the stash, BITCH! So new and fresh I say it again So what it do, don't test see I'ma blaze to the end I'm comin through, so confess you niggaz know who the kid I'm like a newborn nigga, that's securing a win (HOT!) So new and so current and they hate this The streets'll classify in another level of greatness I'm here to fix up the game, I'm givin it a facelift New and improved, watch the way I make the game shift! Now watch me swing it out the ballpark I come to shut it down, don't let the war start while I come to get the... [Chorus] |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Big Bang (2006)
see now you who the god be,
back runnin the city and you know who the squad be flipmode bitch look see ain′t nothin changed now i′m back with the remix with the queens of the game (turn it up!!) when you see me in the spot you niggas better respect it y′all already know where i rep ain′t no reason to check it and i know that you ain′t fuckin with me just for the record so instead i′m a let, mary j. blige come and set it (now get low mary!) maybe you can guess who it is (uh huh) mary j. blige about to handle my biz (uh huh) i′m on my grown woman still i rep for the kids in every hood, and all my peoples doin a bid (turn it up!!) now you know who′s really the queen deliver the mail seven hundred thirty thousand first week of my sales the haters plot and they watch lookin all pale while i′m on a yacht, overseas doin my nails (get low mary!) well let me show you how we do (ha!) i gotta thank everyone for coppin the breakthrough (uh huh) bus did take one the remix is take two you love the way we reinventin how we just stay new (turn it up!!) how we sellin out theb stadiums, arenas and all (ha!!!) only louis and gucci we don′t shop at the mall (huh!) got you partyin and dancin and havin a ball and your lovin the way we reppin how we do it for y′all go ′head and ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ (get Ra digga!) see me rollin up in your hood (uh huh) these jokers screa,in damn rah still be lookin good (yeah) they do they little mack he askin me who i tapped ain′t none of your concern you a g make it hap (turn it up!!) when i give a nigga some play he losin his brain (uh) askin me a bunch of questions actin like he my man wanna stress a bitch out tellin me i did change they sayin damn my bad if you fell for the game (get Ra digga!) now he sittin there lookin stuck (ha!) he thinkin cause he spent a little dough i′m ′gon fuck if money ain′t a thang i′m sayin let a bitch know typed to empty a account, how far you willin to go (turn it up!!) now he hopin on the jet he ain′t wastin no time told me all expense paid anyplace i could find hit the islands in the winter trickin all on his dime ain′t a shorty in the world pussy better than mine, they wanna ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ star symbol are for missy elliott′s adlibs i′m jinglin baby, go ′head mami, don′t i look charmin put your lips up on me (woo!!!) kiss it touch it, good, yes i wish you would (turn it up!!) you like to see me when i dip baby dip (ha) don′t it look like i got beyonce′s hips lookin like i could be nia long boy you smokin that cheech and chong have you ever seen thickness in a thong (come on!) you can hit it like a game of ping pong if you give me two shots of it strong nigga bring it on i might let you take me home (turn it up!!) now busta bus (bus!!) misdemeanor in here this year be clear y′all be beware fake mc′s y′all can′t come near i′m toxic baby like i′m britney spears ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ see i ain′t even gotta talk to y′all!!! i let the queens of the game get at y′all!! se y′all ain′t even in my league!!! flipmode bitch!!!! ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ - |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Big Bang (2006)
[Missy] Bus-a-Bus baby-baby! Nooowww...
[Hook: Missy Elliott] Pop yo' collars like this Bottles up like this Side to side like this Holla if ya like this [Chorus One: Missy Elliott] See the ass? Touch me right there Wanna touch my nookie baby? Touch me right there Make me lose my mind baby? Touch me right there Party over here, ain't shit over there! [Busta Rhymes] See how I'm drillin 'em baby? It's Bus-a-Bus back bitch, I'm killin 'em crazy We off the Relaxic, I'm spillin the gravy Got every club packed thick, creating a frenzy To be the latest greatest for all you niggaz from gazing Bugatti off white tan, interior pastry See my swagger sharp like that, these niggaz amaze me As a matter a fact just salute me and praise me Enough of that [Missy Elliott] We be up in the club, niggaz sportin them minks Tipsy in the club, nigga buyin 'em drinks Walk around lookin like our shit don't stink Ice by my neck so bright, watch 'em blink [Busta Rhymes] Okay, now I got me a clear view I like it when you get up and I'm lovin ya hairdo The way you cross ya legs, ass spread in the chair you The way ya clothes skimpy, so it's easy to tear through Appreciate my presence, while I shine wit' a barrel I came up wit' cut diamonds, obscure in a rare blue Shorty ain't checkin for you, step to the way I do Super senile, I ain't the one to compare to Now she was sayin... [Chorus Two: Missy Elliott] See the ass? Touch me right there Wanna touch my nookie baby? Touch me right there Is that Dr. Dre baby? Touch me right there Party over here, ain't shit over there! [Hook] [Busta] What you sayin Missy!? [repeat Hook] [Break] [Busta] We got some shit for that ass [Missy] Come on give it to me [Busta] We got some shit for that ass [Missy] Come on give it to me [Busta] We got some shit for that ass [Missy] Come on give it to me [Busta] We got some shit for that ass girl [Busta Rhymes] Bounce back, brand new on the scene what? Took a little minute, I'm back with the re-up Switched it up a little bit, back with a clean cut Shorty's lost her head, see all the koochies I cream up I love the way she in all over the girls when I'm teaming up It's gettin hotter in this bitch, windows are steaming up Amazed by the pinky, neck, and wrist be gleaming up How I dominate the scene, how a nigga be cleaning up I see you liking everything, you see me and you You frowning on your girl, like you ain't willing to share boo The hotel ain't far, meet me there and if you Ya girl looking like she wit' it, she can come/cum in too You get impatient Ma, show you just how the kid move I'm bangin in the truck, and let her watch in the rearview See we don't really care about the niggaz who came through over there 'cause over here, see I'ma show ya how we do So check it baby... [Chorus One] [Busta Rhymes] + Missy See it don't matter what ya doin over there See we gets it poppin, that's how we do it over here That's if we toss bottles, that's how we do it over here Check it, floss models, that's how we do it over here Listen, rare throttles, that's how we do it over here Check it, ice collars, that's how we do it over here nigga See it don't matter what ya doin over there See we gets it poppin, that's how we do it over here (over here) |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Big Bang (2006)
[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
DJ Scratch you sick for this one [Swizz Beatz] WOO! Come on! New York we back!!! (Swizzy!!!) [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] If you from New York stand up right now! If your from New York hands up right now!!! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!! [Swizz Beatz] Yeah! Yeah! I'm on my New York shit Hat to the back on my New York shit (WOO! WOO!) Yeah, I'm on my New York shit (Oh!) Tims with the shorts on my New York shit (Come on!) I'm on my New York shit, ridin on the train on my New York shit Burner in the club on my New York shit Razor in my mouth on my New York shit (Ladies and Gentlemen!!!) [Busta Rhymes] Yeah! I'm on my New York shit Got the world followin the New York script Hustle with Tims and hoodies on my New York flip Rubberband stack money with my New York click Yeah! I'm on my New York shit I rep the Giants, the Jets, New York Knicks Taylor made clothin with my New York stitch My chick bangin don't you see my New York bitch Yeah! I'm on my New York shit You niggaz know we deserve the props we get Ridin up in therange I'm in my New York whip International chicks on my New York dick Yeah! I'm on my New York shit See how I kill it with my New York spit Thanks to the boroughs now I'm New York rich The way I flood 'rm thoro with my New York hits [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] If you from New York stand up right now! If your from New York hands up right now!!! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!! (Talk to 'em) [Swizz Beatz] Yeah! Yeah! I'm on my New York shit Kid Capri on my New York shit (Come on!) DJ Red Alert on my New York shit (Bounce!) Funkmaster Flex on my New York shit (Shit!) WOO! I'm on my New York shit B.I.G. on my New York shit (WOO!) Big Pun on my New York shit Jam Master Jay on my New York shit [Busta Rhymes] BVD's and durags nigga Stand on the corners, God build on five percent lessons Got a nickel crack hand on hand niggaz On a hustle rebellin, while the D's calculatin who sellin Sell drugs right in front of the deli Pancho know what we doin and while we bubblin our corner be brewin Introduce you to the new walk nigga, and the new talk nigga That's how we do when we in New York niggaz Yeah! Yeah! I'm on my New York shit Every hood love me for my New York skill I got alot of money on that New York strip Gully rock a scully with a New York fit Yeah! I'm on my New York shit Run up in The Tunnel catch a New York vick O.D.B. reppin New York sick Shit you want the truth take a New York trip [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] If you from New York stand up right now! If your from New York hands up right now!!! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!! [Busta Rhymes] Yeah! I think it's about time for y'all to give New York there shit back Y'all know where the crown belong, y'all know we started this shit You know we gave birth to all of this shit Don't get it confused nigga, Flipmode bitch!!! Full Surface bitch!!! To the family that helped me get rich since day one Chris Lighty, James Cruz, Mona Scott, the whole Violator family bitch!!! Big up to Nas, big up to Jay-Z, big up to Roc-A-Fella, big up to Ruff Ryders DMX, EPMD, Jazzy Joyce, Cocoa Chenelle, Green Lantern, Mister Cee, DJ Enuff DJ Camilo, DJ Envy, Clue, Kay Slay, the voice of New York Angie Martinez Grandmixer DST, yeah, Grandwizard Theodore Grandmaster Flash, I'm a take it all the way back Run-D.M.C., LL Cool J, Ralph McDaniels Cold Crush Brothers, Fab 5 Freddy, Funky Four Plus One More, Zulu Nation Spoony G, Five Percent Nation Of Islam, Yeah! Wu-Tang, Treacherous Three and all of that Busy B whattup!!! Brucie B, Luv Bug Starski ya nah mean, Big Daddy Kane, Rakim, Kool G. Rap We 'gon keep it goin, Public Enemy, B.D.P. I wanna big up producers like Pete Rock, Marley Marl Premo, Eric "Vietnam" Sadler, Keith Shocklee, Large Professor, Easy Mo Bee, Diamond D Howie T, Mantronix, yeah, Awesome Two, hey y'all I can't forget my nigga Biz Markie Just Ice, Lord Finesse, MC Shan, Cutmaster DC, UTFO, Whodini, Doug E. Fresh, Slick Rick Ultramagnetic, X-Clan, Nice N Smooth, yeah, aiyyo, let me big up my ladies!!! My ladies and mothers of hip hop, MC Lyte, Salt N Pepa, Latifah, Sha Rock All the Roxannes, The Real Roxanne, Roxanne Shante, yeah, Pebbly Poo Yeah yeah we fuckin y'all head up boy, we takin it back nigga!!!! NEW YORK YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS STAND UP NEW YORK!!!! Yeah! I ain't finshed yet! Mr. Magic, Chuck Chillout, Audio Two A Tribe Called Quest, De La Soul, Black Sheep, Jungle Brothers Leaders Of The New School nigga! P. Diddy and the whole Bad Boy! Brand Nubian nigga! A ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!! I ain't forgettin shit! Kool Herc, Afrika Bambaata, the fathers of this shit, thank y'all |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Big Bang (2006)
[Chorus: Stevie Wonder]
Been through the storm, through the cold and rain Everything's still the same Can't control how I feel Sometimes it's hard to keep it real You see the luxuries in life, with the fortune and fame Like them Cadillacs with sunroofs mayne So many ways to make a dollar Huh, sometimes I think about my father You see my poppa was broke, and my momma was young Tryin to blend in with them city folk Every day landlord knockin down my do' Wonderin where my next blessing is comin from [Busta Rhymes] My momma and poppa, moved to the U.S. as Jamaicans Struggled to get visas and green cards through immigration Though my pop was po', stayed away from crime and malice Hard living gave him hard hands and callous As a young'n, peep how much they loved each other's space His hard hands rubbin against the pretty skin of my mother's face Dig for treasure 'til his hands looked like hands of a junkie So coarse, slap a mule and take the life from a donkey On the other hand, mommy was the type to work two jobs Never enough money, that's why I got your whole crew robbed Got older, developed ways of grippin the steel Barely home for me to see her, or get a good cooked meal Seek refuge in the alleged land of the free, lookin Blendin in with city folk, down in Flatbush Brooklyn Feel a little of my pain, follow and sing to it Homey I seen it all, if you ain't knowin I been through it In other words I [Chorus] [Busta Rhymes] Got a little older, late teens, me and my crew would huddle On the corner late nights, plottin to escape struggle Nights got cold and still would hustle in the same place In front of Pancho Delis, now the freeze up on a nigga face 1987 Reaganomics ever curious to visit other cities, out of town kick was serious Guayanese jeans bounce, put whatever slinger on Whatever slinger came back, quickly brought me right along Nigga ran away from home Doin different wild shit, just to put a pair of Filas on, 'Didas on Wreck is all for the good, gettin into shit Like we innocent, actin older than should Walk around broke in the hood, watchin all the rich niggaz These younger thugs who try to choke and try to get niggaz Thinkin 'bout my mom and pop, while I'm monopolizin To hell with just gettin by and economizin It's kinda hard bein humble in the belly of struggle Doin things that probably get you in trouble That's why we stay up on the block, gettin money while we keepin it safe In front of churchgoers keepin the faith Mom and pop be worryin for they son Despite they struggle and their honest livin look and see just what I become A scavenger, in brute pursuit to be happy, another young'n that's wildin Across the line until somebody tryin to cap me - ohhhh shit [gunfire] [Outro: Stevie Wonder - singer slower with more ad libs] I been through the storm Through the cold and rain Everything's still the same Can't control how I feel Sometimes it's hard to keep it real Woooooooooooooo-whoahhhhhhhhhhhhh Yeahhhhhhhhhhh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Big Bang (2006)
Busta Rhymes
Greenlatten you got me you know my homey trech from naughty by nature once said "if you aint from the ghetto, dont come to the fuckin ghetto" but imma let one of our most emaculent tall guys take us all through the ghetto : Rick James Rick james (verse 1) When i was a young boy growing up in the ghetto hanging out on corners, singing with the fellas, looking for the cute chics, tryna to find me big fun looking for some trouble for anyone who'd give me some [pre- chorus] I was young and crazy (in the ghetto) didnt know what my life would be (in the ghetto) i was dumb and oh so lazy (in the ghetto) something had a spell on me( in the ghetto) you all know what im talking bout [chorus] talking the ghetto life x2 you all know what im sing bout talking the ghetto life ghetto life talking the ghetto life in the ghetto Busta Rhymes( verse 2) see we be taking them chances while we search for the answers we be smoking them cancer sticks police povoking ma'fuckers we dancing and we be doging dem bullets dey be poping off at us shit but yet we always romance the street and fall in luv wit da hood until somebody can blast the heat always up to no good so take it wit the shine and the struggle thats how money some quicker doing crime I see the way we rep the hood gotta luv me you can take me out the hood but ya cant take it from me gotta luv me [chorus] talking the ghetto life x2 you all know what im sing bout talking the ghetto life ghetto life talking the ghetto life in the ghetto Busta Rhymes (verse 2) thats where we get in dat street shit hustle hard try to get money quick (in the ghetto) thats where i got my name from i learned to get money and dats where i got all my game from( in the ghetto dats where u eat wit a bunch of the wolves and get to hustling as hard as u could(in the ghetto) until yo cake stack up and shit get good and throw a block party for the whole hood(in the ghetto) wit dem burned out cellies talk really sell drungs in front of poncho deli crack heads, chicks still smoke wit babies in they belly and den piss in elevators until alot of yall smellin( in the ghetto) its where i keep my rap, chicks get my instincts and survive all tactics aint nuthin like the hood, i dont care you survived it in the ghetto u can make it anywhere gotta luv it [chorus] talking the ghetto life x2 you all know what im sing bout talking the ghetto life ghetto life talking the ghetto life in the ghetto Busta Rhymes To my East Coast niggas rep yo ghetto West coast niggas rep yo ghetto Mid- West niggas rep yo ghetto down south niggas rep yo ghetto x2 Busta Rhymes (verse 3) Even though they act rude you can always find a good chic that'll hold a brick for the dude beyond the bull me and my clique on the move we under the code on the street and live by the rules(in the ghetto) its where all of the hoods at find the most crooks and they sell the most drugs at where u find beatiful women and rugrats and some of the most powerful people I luv dat come on [chorus] talking the ghetto life x2 you all know what im sing bout talking the ghetto life ghetto life talking the ghetto life in the ghetto Rick James Neva mind who u thought i was Im Rick James BIITTTTCCCHHHHHHH! |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Big Bang (2006)
[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Ai-ya-ya-yio... Busta Rhymes ya gotsa be the sure shot Flipmode ya gotsa be the sure shot Aftermath ya gotsa be the sure shot My live niggaz y'know; who be the sure shot? Live bitches y'know; who be the sure shot? Shhhiiieeettt... [Busta Rhymes] I'm back in ya soul just like a minister I'm big like a movie, I'm on the screen and at the cinema While I'm in the process of slowly gettin rid of ya I'm back over bitches, and then I throw 'em in my videa Yeah, yeah, the God of the block Y'know me killa had you spreadin the spot wet and +Twist It+ like Olivia Oh shit, flow so sick in the committeea We know you a slouch duke, we don't even consider ya Boss nigga, see or hear me in ya area The more niggaz, the murders, the more the money, the more the merrier Smash shit 'til everything become mass hysteria Hungry for street shit, see I be takin care of ya check nigga Fuck all the talk, homey I'm daring ya The lead from the shot'll poision ya blood like malaria made back and sell it over exotic Worm skin interior, my swagger to my bitch the more money It's all superior [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] When we in the spot y'know that we sure to shine (to shine) It's all so holy and so divine Analyze niggaz 'til we can read ya mind Sometimes a real live nigga is hard to find We like, "drugs overdose niggaz every time" (Cocaina baby, cocaina baby, cocaina baby, cocaina baby) (Cocaina baby, cocaina baby, cocaina baby, cocaina baby) We like, "drugs overdose niggaz every time" (Cocaina baby, cocaina baby) [Busta Rhymes] Yo, I'm tired of tellin ya Back on my bullshit, fuckin put a shell in ya Gangster niggaz respect it, salute me on the regular When it comes to the street shit, define me as the emperor Check it my nigga.. most of you muhfuckers amateur I muster the nigga quick and damage any challenger But now y'know, "Oh a nigga flow so spectacular" Break niggaz down and handle you muhfuckin characters Captain of this shit but most of you niggaz is passengers I'm takin it back to the hood, like '87 Maximas Yeah, yeah y'know who the truth, no need for askin the, same question again to get the same answer bruh, fasten ya seatbelt Bitches fuck wit the bachelor wit' money like a thousand coke deals from here to Panama Strike like a brightness, a light.. I'm here to dazzle ya Whole hood from the boroughs, to the niggaz up in Attica Soldiers in the streets, the Middle East, way down to Canada When it comes to the block, y'know I'm the ambassador Follow nobody's footsteps, but said it like a scavenger Wanna talk money bitch!? Then holla at my manager The way y'all niggaz is trash, my crew'll get to blasting ya Twelve shot clip, hollow tips, quick to plaster ya All over the cement, spread ya like I'm mashing Everything, Bus-a-Bus date... but check ya fuckin calendar! [Chorus (w/out the last two "cocaina baby's")] [Marsha + Busta] Take me all the waaayyy, where you are (cocaina baby, cocaina baby, cocaina baby) I really want to mattteee, take me now Take us far awaayyy, to the skkkyyy (cocaina baby, cocaina baby, cocaina baby) I really want to mattteee, some.. time |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Big Bang (2006)
Busta Rhymes
Yeah It's funny how the game change, right? Hehe Shit feel all different Y'all niggaz complainin' left and right about how the game feel all fucked up Niggaz only been talkin' like that since we been sittin' out the game I think the game need us Kamaal, let's talk to them niggaz Huh! Q-Tip So many nights were spent ponderin' Wonderin' how we gon' come again My golden rule is not to focus on the fame game In retrospect, the game ain't the same mayne They heart and soul is divided They ramshack the music, no control up inside it Now - look at this, it's all stretched out and nasty But - lettin' money pass me I doubt that, and niggaz from the bottom now Pumpin' hard, wind sleet hail rain or snow So... you got to get your gate right No matter what, you got to treat your weight right On the block if you focused on greed then Nine out of ten times you be bleedin' The analogy is clear To all of my peers, I'm a muh'fuckin' vet Don't mean to disrespect, cause Q-Tip, Chauncey Black, & Busta Rhymes "I write rhymes, I write checks" (It's clear) Bust, aiyyo what happened to the (love) For the game (love) for the music (I need realness in my life) Aiyyo these niggaz in the game don't sound the same Bust, these niggaz in the game don't sound the same Aiyyo what happened? {They ain't got in 'em to make a classic} Aiyyo what happened? {These niggaz can't hold the torch, so why pass it} Busta Rhymes Aiyyo, I ain't bringin' they names up These niggaz sound trash, straight foulin' the game up Need to change up (change up) sound so trash When I see 'em feel like breakin' they frame up DuPont registry, talkin' 'bout somebody else cars Muh'fuckers better step up your bars Instead of frontin' in the game like niggaz really are stars Like we ain't seein' through the bullshit, we know who you are I'm like a blessing to the game when your shit sound dated I force niggaz to improve, you should be happy I made it Here to rep the game fully, change my style like the weather Givin' you niggaz new shit to make the game feel better I'm sayin', I cook in the kitchen and we make the thoughts connect You forced to humble yourself, give me my big respect You hurtin' the game when your shit sound off y'know A legend in this shit that's why I move like a boss y'know You better be tight, cause you can get tossed fo' sho' Y'all niggaz know whassup, I come correct with money long cause I Q-Tip, Chauncey Black, & Busta Rhymes "I write rhymes, I write checks" (It's clear) Tip, aiyyo what happened to the (love) For the game (love) for the music (I need realness in my life) Aiyyo these niggaz in the game don't sound the same Yo, these niggaz in the game don't sound the same Aiyyo what happened? {They ain't got in 'em to make a classic} Aiyyo what happened? {These niggaz can't hold the torch, so why pass it} Q-Tip & Busta Oh my God, they a (uh) come ridin' around Some (uh) old dream and they (uh) can't get down They (uh) lookin' around outside of themselves And they {HUH} sayin' things that ain't really themselves And they {hah} keep fuckin' regurgitatin' the same script Same hoes, same blow, same glock clip {ha} Same drug strip, what the fuck is this? (uh) C'mon y'all, raise the bar on this body, shit Busta Rhymes You sound stagnant, need to progress and grow (uh-huh) Upgrade your punchlines, progress the flow (uh-huh) Get your concepts and lyrics together, aiyyo (uh-huh) Then drop the bomb shit to step up the pressure, y'know? (huh!) I'm tired of niggaz complainin' how the game changed You niggaz should step up your game, cause you sound strange That's why you ain't sellin' no records, check the SoundScain In this rap shit I command respect muh'fucker cause I Q-Tip, Chauncey Black, & Busta Rhymes "I write rhymes, I write checks" (It's clear) Tip, aiyyo what happened to the (love) For the game (love) for the music (I need realness in my life) Aiyyo these niggaz in the game don't sound the same Yo, these niggaz in the game don't sound the same Aiyyo what happened? {They ain't got in 'em to make a classic} Aiyyo what happened? {These niggaz can't hold the torch, so why pass it} Q-Tip & Busta Rhymes Aiyyo these niggaz in the game don't sound the same Bust, these niggaz in the game don't sound the same Aiyyo what happened? {They ain't got in 'em to make a classic} Aiyyo what happened? {These niggaz can't hold the torch, so why pass it} |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Big Bang (2006)
[Raekwon]
Old dro bottles, and blow, blowin from both zones Layin in them Tahoes we own the projo's Three for tenement we in the lobby with the big (da dun dun dun) Don't move cause I'm a representative Live for the street, ask, you die in the war 'member that -- blast that three atcha -- hide in the wall We gangsta, republicans with them big things, big rings Get your head shot off, daddy you don't believe chains Loose cameras, big hammers, Station Wagon, blue Phantoms Smokin the block up, y'all witness the zoo gamblers We ain't takin no shorts, its just the early 80's That made me, now I sit paid and then maybe Nothing but my Lords and raps, these bags of dope Under the mattress and I clack like a slave key Wash your squad up, I roll double refuse to rock Closed up my door up and murked you on the job (aww) [Hook: Busta Rhymes] Gettin money like back in the days niggaz get like shower posse in a spec of the drug games Slayin niggaz, steady sprayin niggaz, till the task forces roll up In unmarked vehicles and will be layin niggaz Streched out, focus, see you come back triple When we O.T. cut it with bakin soda, acquire now Strategize, gettin paper like the chivey Jamacians And them George Chain niggaz, might we set up a goal? [Busta Rhymes] We got guns tucked in our waistlines, wit raps Hangin from our back pockets miraculous money nigga Can't stop at Sherlock - Home can go's Medallions so big wit strings you could turn 'em into banjos Phenomenal property, drug money, scram wrap em A hundred EX - golden like a hundred graham crackers Sidewindin niggaz tryna infiltrate blindside A nigga hit you wit the eight, three in the club Dumbin out, drunk in fronta the airbrush Backdrop ones out, five dollars for bitches wit the guns out Juggle for a couple days close shop thinkin, To you the bubble until the strip is hotter than a microwave Don't stop, travel all my spare time and keep niggaz wit us To push shit like George Jefferson Airline No fro niggaz better go chill, 'fore this gun Goes up your nose like coke sniffin up your nose dude [Hook] [Raekwon] Ay yo, snoop me kid, coop me in the red room booth And eatin Fruit Loops its all for the loot boo Designated hammer that'll lay ya up scrambling Blant ninjas get 'em more popped up, and start blowin niggaz magnums up Caught me in the mix wit some rich soldiers, that reaction Is a key action, black sent forty doja's up We hunt 'em like big plans, my big mans and them Slick as the shit breaks from outtas you, rip dip, then quakes them [Busta Rhymes] See I was always good at science, in the class I was hopin Ask 'em for the chemistry temperature now I'm cookin the coke up Used to sit and watch them older niggaz for hours And did acknowledge to how cold water quickly harden the powder Took your turn into somethin big to accredit (uhh) But ya needs connect shit up from South America Money calculations, told B.I.G. I sit up on it still Holdin old hundred dollar bills, wit small faces [Hook] |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Big Bang (2006)
[Busta Rhymes] I love my bitch
[Kelis] I love you nigga [x6] My lady never lets me down thats why i never let her go she always here to lift me up when i fall down and hit the floor my baby so amazing let me sit back and count the ways 1...... she the shit 2...... she the shit 3...... she the shit [Busta Rhymes (Kelis)] i love my bitch i love my lady yup yup i love my bitch (i love you nigga) i love my lady yup yup i love my bitch (i love you nigga) i love my lady yup yup i love my bitch (i love you nigga) i love my bitch she the shit [Kelis (Busta Rhymes)] i love my nigga yup yup i love my boy (i love my bitch) i love my nigga yup yup i love my boy (i love my bitch) i love my nigga (i love my bitch) i love my nigga he bring me joy [Busta Rhymes] I love my girl cause she knows the shit she acting kinda ill but she aint scared of the dick got her on tape but though she act kinda rude bet she know my money gone she spent a do on a dude real life chicken let her fucked with a thug sippin martini's drinkin, wanna fuck in the club cause . . . see thats my chick thats my chick, thats my chick yeah she the shit and she the type that keep shit on low never stress the kid when im surrounded with hoes if you knew the shit that she be doing to me in the club, in the crib, or when i'm pushing the v see, shorty ass be all over the place nigga front she probally put her ass all in your face for me cause thats my chick, cause thats my chick cause that my chick, and she the shit My lady never lets me down thats why i never let her go she always here to lift me up when i fall down and hit the floor my baby so amazing let me sit back and count the ways 1...... she the shit 2...... she the shit 3...... she the shit [Busta Rhymes (Kelis)] i love my bitch i love my lady yup yup i love my bitch (i love you nigga) i love my lady yup yup i love my bitch (i love you nigga) i love my lady yup yup i love my bitch (i love you nigga) i love my bitch she the shit [Kelis (Busta Rhymes)] i love my nigga yup yup i love my boy (i love my bitch) i love my nigga yup yup i love my boy (i love my bitch) i love my nigga (i love my bitch) i love my nigga he bring me joy [Busta Rhymes] you see my bitch she a one of a kind i know you wish your bitch was a rider like mine when you see my chick you know my shortys a dime what she doing with them bitches she be skipping the line listen, the type that reserve that ass for a nigga and if i had to skip town she's hold the stash for a nigga i'm saying cause thats my chick cause thats my chick, cause thats my chick and she the shit i know you buggin on the way shit sound but you know you know i love the way my bitch be holdin it down she is truely thoruow(sp) about the way she be reppin it hard travel anywhere my shorty come fuck with the gaurd bust it, mami always creep for you if she can even if she have to get up and even lie on the stand i'm saying . . . thats my chick thats my chick, thats my chick cause she the shit My lady never lets me down thats why i never let her go she always here to lift me up when i fall down and hit the floor my baby so amazing let me sit back and count the ways 1...... she the shit 2...... she the shit 3...... she the shit [Busta Rhymes (Kelis)] i love my bitch i love my lady yup yup i love my bitch (i love you nigga) i love my lady yup yup i love my bitch (i love you nigga) i love my lady yup yup i love my bitch (i love you nigga) i love my bitch she the shit [Kelis (Busta Rhymes)] i love my nigga yup yup i love my boy (i love my bitch) i love my nigga yup yup i love my boy (i love my bitch) i love my nigga (i love my bitch) i love my nigga he bring me joy |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Big Bang (2006)
(feat. Nas)
[Busta Rhymes] Doctor, yeah I think we got some shit for 'em (FLIP-MOOODE!) Yeah I'ma rub these sticks together Check it, and start a bonfire [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] And if you don't see it y'all niggaz can't fuck with our FLIPMODE MOVEMENT - bounce in your truck to us Y'ALL GET STUPID - don't try to fuck with us Because you will get carried away, yeah you'll get carried away [Busta Rhymes] Now I'm subtle, once I pick up my metal Put my foot on the pedal, ridin through every ghetto Analyze the shit I'm seein when I sip Amaretto A lot of bitches on the strip, struttin in they stilettos Then they wave and say hello, when my Lambo' is yellow Everything they got a jingle when they walk like ah-Jello See the niggaz on the corner and I never forget it And I never regret because I see how you get it Now because of you niggaz, I'm a hustler nigga 'Gnac guzzler nigga, rip your jugular nigga In the night I become the type to love when it's dark Cause when I pull up and park, is when I'm makin my mark See the fact's that I'm tryin to strive and capitalize in Start to max-a-mimize and b-build a ent-ter-prise And wh-while I'm stockin this bread, keep ah-stockin the lead And leave a permanent dot, on the top of your head [Chorus] [Nas] Ill Will, Flip-mooode! I'm the enigma, there is none harder, smarter Martyr, Godfather, my interest, your departure Pardon Dre this beat is a monster, catchy Like sleepin under open windows that's drafty Then wakin up my throat scratchy, that's how I spit it nasty They short, a few inches North of a dwarf My flow's Murcielago, ghostin them narcos Toast in the ways of the original Pablos Still a pyramid architect, mix liquors like a chemist Killer lyricist, poetical tyrant Sneaker store terrorist, Mt. Everest I climbed it Heat is drawn, no creepin on me whenever I'm bent My mind spray, my nine spray And freak styles like 3000 Andre To keep pilin, keep pushin them drops Nas, runnin with hot Busta Bust, we don't stop [Chorus] [Busta Rhymes] Now I'm hot, and we runnin the block Watch me run in your spot, fiends comin in flocks Add a little cut to the coke when I'm cookin the pot DRUGS, BITCH! I got what you want come and get what I got Now I almost forgot, I come to close up your shop I love to fold up a knot, love totin the glock Helps me feel safer when niggaz try to scheme on my plot Try to steal paper from me you gotta deal with a lot See I will leave you to rot, only defendin my stock Niggaz know they pussy and struggle to pretend that they not Lose your life in the drop, while I harvest the crop My hot shit; bust a cannon have you run in your socks See we live on the edge, bang shit with a sledgehammer Split up your head, kill a snitch for the feds Let's go, for the streets I'm always spittin a gospel Get Nas holdin a barrel size of elephant nostril [Chorus] |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Big Bang (2006)
(feat. Mr. Porter)
[Mr. Porter] I'm just playin wit y'all niggaz, I'm just playin wit y'all niggaz I'm just playin wit y'all niggaz, I'm just playin wit y'all niggaz! They told me to! [echoes] [Chorus: Mr. Porter] They see my name and lifestyle and say I changed (how I be so raaawww) They so cold... I know... that they're out to get me And alllll those people I call my friends, let it gooooooooo That's why I never call on y'all, to be around 'Cause you see how this monnneeeyyy can change your friends' faaaiiittthhh [Busta Rhymes] Geah! See I done came a long way and now I got me a chauffeur Keep my enemies close, keep my friends even closer Muhfuckers that I grew around, thought I could rock wit 'em Watch my cake so hard, they burn a hole in my pocket I see 'em coming from afar because I been through so much shit They plot a lot, hard or not, they see my dough come quick Invested in my niggaz, took the realtor route Gambled on the wrong niggaz, had to filter 'em out Type of dudes that see my mother and they greet her respectful behind her back and see her son and try to give me a quick full It's cool though, I fucks wit 'em even though I ain't wit it That's why the gats be in the house whenever niggaz come visit Serve 'em drinks and welcome all to the law For let ya drunk friend to show his true side until ya forced to cut him off I seen it one too many times, they disbelieved and they speechless Sometimes having certain friends can end up being a weakness See now my dogs turn to wolves and try to front me and surround me Come up out they sheepskin and act all different around me [Chorus] [Busta Rhymes] Listen! Sometimes I smoke a cigarette and then I think and I choke on how niggaz steal this funny style and I was struggling broke Even though it don't surprise me, shit it's still kinda funny When I ain't have, a nigga still would come and try to take from me Instead of cutting my losses, being smart and just end shit Niggaz was trying to be loyal, just to maintain a friendship In the wrong situation, plus there's always a sequel I'm with the wrong muhfuckers, plus they 'pose to be people's As I get more money, days get colder I learned to realize that power only lies in the hands of the beholder So then I start the heart-on-my-heart as I walk like a soldier Moving so militant, you think I had a chip on my shoulder Living by morals and principles mainly Having heavy thoughts to a kill a brother every time a fucker betrayed me But now I'm winning with the strength of the nation I promise that they not even foreseeing the size of the shit they'll be facing I'm Aftermath now, shit's getting worse Now when those same "friends" see me goin hard that shit be making 'em hurt [Chorus] [Busta Rhymes] Instead they getting together with me so we both can get rich When I'm outta town, these niggaz busy tryna fuck with my bitch Same niggaz spend they money 'til the shit'll diminish I hit 'em off and turn around and come right back when it finish I said I'm tired of these niggaz, that'll owe me so much shit that they can't pay me back for, fuck all the dumb shit Sometime we can't forgive whatever balances off 'Specially when niggaz cross the line that niggaz never should cross Realized and thus I state the same shit, get the Range The more money niggaz get, shit around you will change Even though niggaz'll flip and say, "He the one changed" Fuck you, the dude'll just'll justify.. takin his shit from you The more money I get, I get more dangerous stupid 'Cause I been broke before, and I refuse to go back to it And while I sweep these niggaz up under the rug with a broom If I never see these "friends" again, that shit'll be too soon Shit is real like every wind in my breath And that's on everything I love, BLOOD OF MY BLOOD! FLESH OF MY FLESH! [Chorus] |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Big Bang (2006)
[Busta Rhymes]
Aiyyo; ah to my people on the left (get down!) Uh-huh; to my people on the right (get down!) Uh-huh; ah to my people in the middle (get down!) Check it You see a fresh off the grill nigga keepin it hot Now watch it spread all through the hood I'm back controllin the block With one of rap's greatest ever Timbaland production Y'all niggaz know just what to do; go 'head, follow instructions When the God's in the building (get down!) Uh-huh; I know you niggaz know the feelin (get down!) Alright; and if you ready and you willin (SAY YO!) Okay; throw your hands to the ceiling (get down!) Alright; go 'head and stack another million (get down!) Jumpin around like you ain't really carin (get down!) Ladies rippin off everything they wearin (HEY YO!) I'm on top of the throne nigga, you know I ain't sharin (get down!) Now you know; I wanna hear you say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH) I wanna hear my muh'fuckers say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH) A lil' louder muh'fuckers say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH!) C'mon; a lil' louder nigga, say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH!!!!) Until the block start blowin blowin up (get down!) Uh-huh; and e'rybody throwin up (get down!) 'Til they got the fire marshall showin up (get down!) Or until the club start closin up (get down!) Okay; see how a nigga walk through 'em when the beat put a spark to him Let me just talk to 'em (LADIES) quit'cha man Go 'head put them plans off (LADIES) well okay Go 'head and piss your man off (LADIES) Take your pants off and shake it for 'em (SHAKE IT LIKE A DOG FOR 'EM) And put your ass on 'em (SHAKE IT LIKE A DOG FOR 'EM) Go 'head and spaz on 'em (SHAKE IT LIKE A DOG FOR 'EM) Now put the mash on 'em (SHAKE IT LIKE A DOG FOR 'EM) Okay; now from the root to the tree to the top of the building See they ain't fuckin with me killa (hit 'em) Boom bap as far as you can see, got 'em bouncin and hoppin Nigga you can't stop me scrilla (hit 'em) Well okay; and if you with me say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH) I wanna hear my muh'fuckers say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH) A lil' louder muh'fuckers say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH!) C'mon; a lil' louder nigga, say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH!!!!) Yeah - well okay; and while you niggaz party shit I spit a jewel for the thug Before a nigga try to front make sure your tool in the club That ain't the basis of this shit, though it's true when it's love they'll have you niggaz whylin like a fuckin fool on the drug Now if you with me muh'fucker (get down!) Uh-huh; we gettin gizzle muh'fucker (get down!) Word to God; we make it sizzle muh'fucker (get down!) Uh-huh; I'm on my grizzle holla back (OWWW!) Well okay; see how the God bounce back while you niggaz just sound sloppy Givin you niggaz shit they'll be knowin you can't copy The way the God be spillin all over the track Get off my dick, tell your bitch holla back (OWWW!) C'mon; violate with me up in the spot is a no-no A lot of niggaz shit trash, soundin all so-so Shinin so much D's takin my photo Lower the brim of my fitted while I try to be low-pro We gettin mo' cheddar while you stuntin with no dough Gotta skip the line shit movin in slow-mo Shorty whylin out, try to hit with a low blow With her crotch on my thigh, rubbin all on her cho-cho SHAKE YO' SHIT 'til you fall on the flo' Sho' we be fuckin class bitches, I ain't fuckin with no hoe Bust two shots - let me hear it (BO! BO!) 'Til the security get para' when they callin the po'-po' If you with me say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH) I wanna hear my muh'fuckers say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH) A lil' louder muh'fuckers say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH!) C'mon; a lil' louder nigga, say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH!!!!) (Get down) [4X] (LADIES) [3X] (SHAKE IT LIKE A DOG FOR 'EM) [4X] (Hit 'em) [4X] |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Big Bang (2006)
(feat. LaToiya Williams)
[LaToiya Williams + (Busta)] I-iiii-iiiih, I never thought Thaaaaaaat I, could fiiiind (excuse me miss) Someone, so special (can I have a word wit'chu baby) [Busta Rhymes] Miss can I get a second to speak and quietly mention That I am so into who you are, can I get your attention My observations of you creates conversations for you And if you got a little time, I got the patience for you Okay? Good, you givin me the time to talk? While I figure it out and sort what I'm tryin to say, let's walk Just tryin to keep it gutter, respectfully I won't stutter Don't you agree, we look better when we walk with each other? I've seen you many times, yes I've encountered many dimes I'm feelin somethin special with us, it's just one of the many signs I think that we have to look forward to our go-through Any war with you regardless what it is I'm tryin to score with you Sometimes I think and wonder especially through rain and thunder If I'd ever find the one to ride when I'm on top or under Until we reach the end, ma with love as I be your friend Oh; here you can take my number, I hope we can speak again [Chorus One: LaToiya Williams] No matter how mister, no doubt I'll die wit'cha Until the end of life, lay down on the ground wit'cha I'll give my life to you; I hope it all comes true Ready to start for you, I give all my heart to you And when together I hope we never fall apart you know Now that it feels so good; our thoughts are understood [Busta Rhymes] I'd like to learn from ya, but I'm 'bout to turn from ya It's been about a week and I ain't even heard from ya Is it somethin at all or did I just bump in and fall And even though you did I see how you was reluctant to call But it's nothin to crawl before we walk (OOH) listen And it's nothin to stall before we talk - look To tell the truth I'm happy I found you and that I can be around you And thus I'm diggin you, I ain't just tryin to pound you I'm only tryin to crown you and wife you and wedding gown you Regardless what I'm with, shorty seem like she always down to just spend a little time and then CLICK, you know that kind of chemistry The recipe to then SIP, and a little bit of wine Mami I like your kind that light the fireworks and bombs up The type of chick I wanna talk about when I call my moms up Until the love is empty I credit the one who sent me The most BEAUTIFULLEST woman and she ridin with me [Chorus Two: LaToiya Williams] (I'll do it all) I'll do it all wit'cha, go through any door wit'cha It doesn't matter I will, go against the law wit'cha Just know you live through me; your love is all I need If you ain't know you make me, no one's ever shown you baby To tell the truth {?} you've got me goin crazy Your love so real to me; and that's all that I, can see [LaToiya Williams] This is a thing I wanna feel forever, and I ain't goin nowhere Cause you mean so much to me No matter how my people try to doubt ya, I know the truth about ya It doesn't matter to me Baby I love you and I always told ya, I'm always here to hold ya Cause you do so much for me No matter how they try they can't deceive us, nothin can come between us Cause you mean so much to me [Busta Rhymes] Listen; trust me and I will trust you, I ain't into tryin to fuss boo Deeper than any lust, I'm only tryin to mindfuck you That's probably why and maybe I can nickname you my baby Now that you made me a man you're officially now my lady Despite the stormy weather I cherish your love forever And nourish everything we have 'til we grow old together I'll never trick you, mislead or try to be shaky wit'chu I only wanna make all the rest of my babies wit'chu [Chorus One w/ ad libs + Chorus Two w/ ad libs] |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Big Bang (2006)
[Death; portrayed by Busta Rhymes + sounds of a shovel digging + a heartbeat]
Yeah I know A lot of you niggaz don't plan on the day when you'd have to see me You see - I'm that nigga that you should really be afraid of I dig graves for niggaz like you We gon' get more acquainted at a time when you least expect it [Chorus 2X: female singer] Do you ever think (do you ever think) What life would be (what life would be) Where you will go (where will you go) After you die (after you die) [Death] You fucked up nigga! [Busta Rhymes] You know that when that time comes and nobody is checkin And everything you had is gone in the split of a second That's when it starts hittin the fan and it gets real in this bitch Just face the fact your shit's a wrap and you gotta deal with the shit Despite I talk about it, I ain't makin fun of them niggaz I give thanks cause I've been blessed and I ain't one of them niggaz Can't imagine how difficult it is, I know you suspect that shit around you is lookin dumb, it's gettin hard to accept it Alone in the mirror, you look at yourself and you smile Disregarding the fact your running's been done for a while Refuse to acknowledge the truth like the mind of a child Continue frontin, like it's nothin while you live in denial While all your people around you start to leave you in the same place You overexert the little you have left to save face You tryin to hide your expression from lookin worried on what to do when your career is buried [Chorus] [Busta Rhymes] Niggaz ain't GIVIN a fuck about your flows no more You ain't the star you were, fuckin the same hoes no more Promoters ain't payin and bookin you for shows no more You ain't whippin the Range, you ain't whippin a Rolls no more Reality starts to settle in, you're sweatin every wake up You're broke and now you gotta return your jewelry to Jacob You run around and you front like you're still on fire But nobody believes you; and now you live as a liar You're onnly lyin to yourself cause it's evident in the proof As your world continues to crumble, come to terms with the truth You're still holdin on to them days when everything was about you But niggaz don't even remember you enough to just shout you I remember when you did your thing without a doubt tastefully The problem was you didn't know when to bow out gracefully Once told, never burn out, it's best to fade away Preserve your value so that you can live to see a greater day People see you and it's bugged that you mean nothin You doin shit and front to prove to people you mean somethin It happens in the vicious when the truth starts to settle in You step to the door of the club and see that you ain't gettin in Forgettin you a man first, chasin the fame Got to remember, morals and principles, reppin your name proper but most niggaz don't, and they whole life hurried What do you do when your career is buried [Chorus] [Death; portrayed by Busta Rhymes + (Busta Rhymes)] Okay I told you we was gonna get more acquainted at a time when you least expect it nigga I'm here to lay you to rest once and for all [coughing] You've been dead a long time but you refuse to accept that shit But it's okay [coughing] Nigga shut the FUCK UP AND GET IN THE BOX NIGGA! (WAIT!! Please!) It was custom built for all niggaz like you [lid closes] You just don't wanna accept when it's time to hang it up (Stop! BITCH!) See you in the afterlife nigga (Wait! HELP!!!) WHEVER THE FUCK THAT IS!! (SOMEBODY HELP!!) (I CAN'T BREATHE, NIGGA!) (OPEN THIS SHIT NIGGA!) (OPEN THIS SHIT!! [knocking]) (OPEN THIS SHIT!! [knocking]) [Busta Rhymes screams incoherently] (SOMEBODY HELP!! HEY!!) (OPEN THIS SHIT MOTHERFUCKER WHAT YOU DOIN) (OPEN IT!) [screaming and sounds of the shovel burying him to fade] |
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from Club Bangers (2006)
see now you who the god be,
back runnin the city and you know who the squad be flipmode bitch look see ain′t nothin changed now i′m back with the remix with the queens of the game (turn it up!!) when you see me in the spot you niggas better respect it y′all already know where i rep ain′t no reason to check it and i know that you ain′t fuckin with me just for the record so instead i′m a let, mary j. blige come and set it (now get low mary!) maybe you can guess who it is (uh huh) mary j. blige about to handle my biz (uh huh) i′m on my grown woman still i rep for the kids in every hood, and all my peoples doin a bid (turn it up!!) now you know who′s really the queen deliver the mail seven hundred thirty thousand first week of my sales the haters plot and they watch lookin all pale while i′m on a yacht, overseas doin my nails (get low mary!) well let me show you how we do (ha!) i gotta thank everyone for coppin the breakthrough (uh huh) bus did take one the remix is take two you love the way we reinventin how we just stay new (turn it up!!) how we sellin out theb stadiums, arenas and all (ha!!!) only louis and gucci we don′t shop at the mall (huh!) got you partyin and dancin and havin a ball and your lovin the way we reppin how we do it for y′all go ′head and ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ (get Ra digga!) see me rollin up in your hood (uh huh) these jokers screa,in damn rah still be lookin good (yeah) they do they little mack he askin me who i tapped ain′t none of your concern you a g make it hap (turn it up!!) when i give a nigga some play he losin his brain (uh) askin me a bunch of questions actin like he my man wanna stress a bitch out tellin me i did change they sayin damn my bad if you fell for the game (get Ra digga!) now he sittin there lookin stuck (ha!) he thinkin cause he spent a little dough i′m ′gon fuck if money ain′t a thang i′m sayin let a bitch know typed to empty a account, how far you willin to go (turn it up!!) now he hopin on the jet he ain′t wastin no time told me all expense paid anyplace i could find hit the islands in the winter trickin all on his dime ain′t a shorty in the world pussy better than mine, they wanna ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ star symbol are for missy elliott′s adlibs i′m jinglin baby, go ′head mami, don′t i look charmin put your lips up on me (woo!!!) kiss it touch it, good, yes i wish you would (turn it up!!) you like to see me when i dip baby dip (ha) don′t it look like i got beyonce′s hips lookin like i could be nia long boy you smokin that cheech and chong have you ever seen thickness in a thong (come on!) you can hit it like a game of ping pong if you give me two shots of it strong nigga bring it on i might let you take me home (turn it up!!) now busta bus (bus!!) misdemeanor in here this year be clear y′all be beware fake mc′s y′all can′t come near i′m toxic baby like i′m britney spears ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ see i ain′t even gotta talk to y′all!!! i let the queens of the game get at y′all!! se y′all ain′t even in my league!!! flipmode bitch!!!! ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ - |
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from Busta Rhymes - When Disaster Strikes (1997)
Intro
[Lord have Mercy] As we approach the current time frame of 1997.With approximately two and a half years before the year two thousand. Repeatedly it has been reported that there will be a time soon approaching. That major disaster will be striking, all levels of existence. It has also been reported that this disastrous thing will be approaching in the form of many, many as in squad, squad as in Flipmode squad. It has also been reported that everyone out of the many will strike, but this particular motherfucker will strike with an unmeasurable blast and fuck up everything within his 360o radius. Warning. Prepare yourselves. Store your food, stamp your paper, because when this motherfucker gets here, it's about to get real fucked for everyone and everything, everywhere!!!! [Dolomite] Well, Busta Rhymes. Come over here and let me talk to you son. See know. Dolomite just got back from some shit that you about to be it. Well are you prepared, I hope you are prepared nigga, cause you know this is album number two. Yes more bitches than before. There'll be more bitches, more and more and more. More thirsty niggas. Time to get inside your shit. Time to throw your whole chemistry off. Oh yes, there's gonna be a lot more money. Yes a lot more money than before. So son don't you worry about none of that shit. All you gotta do is just slap your dick in the mouth of these bitches that don't wanna act right, and put a hot one in any motherfucker that wants to get in the way of this powerful shit right here. Ok son, all right Busta enough of this shit talkin. Lets be on our way. Cause when disaster strikes there's gonna be a whole lot of motherfuckers pourin in. All right baby, lets go. [Spliff Star] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo. Ladies and Gentlemen. Straight from the motherfuckin street corner. Goin out to all you motherfuckers across the globe. On the return trip. It be the niggas. The niggas that live by the code of blood honor. My Flipmode niggas, ha. Spliff bring you that shit to another extreme. Her to hit you motherfuckers with a strike of disaster. I bring on to you once again. The eight wonder of the world. My nigga Busta Rhymes. And I be that nigga, that live nigga Spliff I Spliff comin through right at you were ever the fuck you at. Flipmode is da Squad comin through right at you were ever the fuck you at. [Busta Rhymes] A yo cut my shit off, get it off. A heh a heh, a heh heh. Here we go again motherfuckers. A heh, lets start this shit. |
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from Busta Rhymes - When Disaster Strikes (1997)
Chorus: repeat 3x
All my niggas dirty Hungry and thirsty Hitcha like 30 30 for watcha worst see Ya know we got to get this money Survival hungry Verse One: A yo ooh baby What I feel is just, ha The type of shit that make you act stupid for real, but a Ya'll, before ya try to wear these you need to hear these Welcome all ya'll to my world series Ya ya ya Elaborate on Busta Rhymes theories Ya ya ya I could bust your ass from half a ball Mcs Ya ya ya Never disrespect these monumental creating new flow The full blast we'll hit'em hit'em hit'em high hit'em low And while your style will soften, then my mind will drift often To illusions of my lyrics given you massages in the coffin The boom shock ooh wee Horny nigga crash into a motherfuckin tree I visualize shit and we in the place to be Extra strength nigga bett's ta mind the party Full fears I just pierce of in the place Make the spot look scarce and peruse Needles in ya face Fuck dumb shit straight up Keep it bouncin baby make sure you hold your wait up A ha Yea, just watch how the flow will change up for sure Rippin until my niggas walk out the door Chorus Verse Two: Ya'll, I refuse to lose Look at the news and read the interviews Flipmode is da squad A unit made of many crews Give me the whole entire wheel of fortune Makin a sacrifice no matter what the shit be coustin And while you coughing I be flawsine like a fuckin dolphin A lot of bitch rich niggas expernce extortion This hours born when I'ma form I drop a million in a one stony rocks on niggas like a fuckin hailstorm I pulnternal my new flow Put on your funeral home suit And exacuted with a bang shoop The blow torch been ignited Those who seem exited, ha I'ma bout ? bunch of bitch niggas and they extradited You soundin so sloppy Like a broken muffler draggin behind an older lobby Once the bomb drops here's to aftermath Scientist tried to disscet my way and formulate my craft Worrying bout how I achieve things The way I antilze shit and how I proceed things My style is real like bear skin imported from the Pursuance Follow my excoriation all the way till you feelin the newer vibe version I complete the after feat Destroy who ever complicate the way how I eat Survival hungry nigga Chorus |
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from Busta Rhymes - When Disaster Strikes (1997)
Yea, good God
Yea, for all you motherfuckers across the whole entire galaxy Busta Rhymes and the whole entire flipmode squad Back and jivin motherfuckers in 1997 Ha, when disaster strikes, when disaster strikes Take a look and sit on the side lines and be a witness, ha All in all Return for the future like a sanitariann All of my aphelion Lets stack a million While you learn on how the birds go to the motherfucking song Watch me puts it on It keeps you open all day long The way we fuck shit up you thikin something must be wrong Set the high standards for corny niggas to get the gone Bleach your ass blonde and black your color back to bronze On happy days I be the coolest nigga like Dafanze So spectacular how I turn souls from hear to Africa A Zimbabwe nigga bangin my joints up in they Acura Ooh makin you feel the funk from bumper to bumper Drivin a portafide 100 deforeign license plate number Ha Ha Laugh at cha oh Me and my passengers flip ass niggas over quick like flyin pan spactulmer Why do you be wasting your time being mad at us Everyone should sing and help The music miraculous Yes yes ya'll Flipmode squad ya'll We remain supreme in 1997 When disaster strikes you will all feel When disaster strikes you will all see When disaster strikes you will all be a witness to the most high exulting Ya'll, I keep the flow so ridiculous Rhyme flow taste good like a handful of cherry licorish Practice your rhyme or be the local Practishonist Well you can try being a doctor or being a local Obsatritionist See, you can be something Quit tryin to work so fuckin hard towards nothing This rhyme shit was never designed for every sole of muffin Ya'll I'm sayin why ya'll niggas think that you could really see my squad And when we hit you hard that's when you feel the power of the God Do it right and big up my peeps in Allis All of life will appall and especially feel when disaster strikes Extremely delicate like the blowing out of candle lights The quite killings of proviso niggas when ever they wanna fight That type of shit that shine and blind a nigga's eye sight, all right We keepin a triant ya'll niggas don't want it right You will never ever get no winds inside because of We killin all impostures like we kill a cruchahahas Bounce to the awards and romonies like we winning Oscars Rhyme and rasters Eating enough exotic pasta, ha Ya'll keep it movin for all of ya'll Break ya'll niggas out while I makin ya'll niggas fall Disaster will hitcha quick in a time you will aural Perm, press, a nigga back peel them of the wall So tell me, why do you be wasting your time being mad at us Every voice should sing and help the music sound miraculous Oh yes ya'll This situation is now embarked before your very eyes And as we carry on Flipmode continues to conquer the world When disaster Strikes you will all fear When disaster Strikes you will all be a witness to the most high exulted, ha |
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from Busta Rhymes - When Disaster Strikes (1997)
Yo, I walk through brick walls
Fuck around hijack your whole shopping malls I be rippin shit, that's my word bond Scream then I watch the whole planet earth respond Do just what ya told The remote control Crash cars and shit Ya know how we role When I tumble and drive then you reply my my my my my my Yo I execute all plans Run up in two bitches for me and my mans Ha, breakin flows, ha for my fans ???????? Strike matches, golden egg hatches Request line is open send all your faxes Freaks the flows with no rehersan Pull the skate back which when the beat start reversin Just so wak you make people start cursin Flows contradict worser than the King James version Turn on the mic but your shit will stop workin Beats brudlized your whole rhyme, your head hurtin Broom sticks and britches from rags to riches Forget mad love Well ya'll niggas britches Amateur, why won't you look right at the calender A matter of time before I start to damage ya So starting to just bust my rhyme calbo Consecutive wounds like a nigga stamager Ya, my whole team get wild cream Poloticin every move to the extreme Chorus(4x) So hardcore like Gwackjaw McGraw Fuck what you heard you ain't heard this before Ha, yo I come right through the door With rhymes galore Busta Rhymes be the imbasator Explore my metaphor you beg for more Hardcore serious surely insurcure I said my whole squad of niggas come through and break the law My family tight more than collect four I come through and create the master pieces Bend your mind with rhyme colictalictist Ya'll, I will break shit down Lost or found floor will blast like a four pound Right before I hit you off with my vaccine Starch, cobohidrates lots of protein Vaccine baby girl yo I hope your ass clean Magazine frontine fly lips is lime green Ya'll, every time ya'll, I'm on the scene High beam the lights and watch will remain supreme, ha Don't ya know when I keep it comin Blow the fort Make ya wrist hard to hand cuffin Bounce on the beat and watch how a nigga work it Buck wild makin ya speaker short curcit This heavy weight tip the scale on the triple beam Busta Rhymes blast and still bang the main screen, blow I had ta make ya all mad Hit ya off, interlude Bounce to Trinidad Know I see a bitch nigga soft Make a nigga cough, breakin and turn ya ass off Extra raw l Lay on your back and on the floor Busta Rhymes got to headline the whole ball Cause we so hardcore like Gwackjaw McGraw Fuck what you heard we ain't heard this before Chorus(3x) Ya'll ...... |
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from Busta Rhymes - When Disaster Strikes (1997)
[Busta Rhymes]
Ah yeah, Flipmode Here we come, bout to fuckin explode Flipmode, Busta Bust Nine-seven Hot shit Check it out Hit you with no delayin so what you sayin yo Silly with my nine milly what the deally yo When I be on the mic yes I do my duty yo Wild up in the club like we wylin the studio You don't want to violate nigga really and truly-o My main thug nigga named Julio he moodio Type of nigga that'll slap you with the toolio Bitch nigga scared to death ask fruity-o Fuck that look at shorty she a little cutie-o The way she shake it make me want to get all in the booty yo Tap mistresses and bangin bitches in videos Wild up in my freak like we up in the freak shows Hit you with the shit make you feel it all in your toes Hot shit got all you niggas in wet clothes Stylin my metaphores when I formulate my flows If you don't know you're fuckin with the real player pros (like that) Chorus: repeat 2X Do you really wanna party with me Let me see just what you got for me Put all your hands where my eyes could see Straight buck wylin in the place to be If you really wanna party with me, in God we trust Yo its a must that you heard of us yo we murderous A lot of niggas is wonderin and they curious I'm makin my niggas deal with it so mysterious Furious all of my niggaz is serious Should niggaz be walkin around fearin us Frontin nigga like you don't wanna be hearin us Gotta listen to the radio be playin us 30 time a day shit'll make you delirious Damagin everything all up in your areas Yo its funny how all the chickens be always servin us All up in between they ass where they wanna carry us Hitcha gonnana hit em off with the illiest Varias chickens they wanna marry us Yo its Flipmode my nigga you know we bout to bust Settle for your money the label preparin us Bite the dust instead of you makin a fuss Niggas know better cause there aint no comparin us Mad at us niggas is never we fabulous Hit my people off with the flow that be marvelous Oh shit my whole clique victorious Takin no prisoners niggaz is straight up warriors While you feelin that I know you be feelin so glorious Then I blitz and reminisce on my nigga Notorious CHORUS Do you really wanna party with me let me see just what you got for me put all your hands where my eyes can see straight buck wylin in the place to be If you really wanna party with me let me see just what you got for me put all your hands where my eyes can see straight buck wylin in the place to be If you really wanna party with me ... |
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from Busta Rhymes - When Disaster Strikes (1997)
(Jamal:)
Come on, yeah.. villain Come on, aight? I got this side right here Take this side right there Come on do this Busta Bus Come on. Alright? Come on (here we go) stayin' street. (Jamal:) Paws, to the wall, with the dirty dog, raw rap-ture If you ain't with it bite crotch til it break your jaw (Your jaw) For tryin' to knock us Tryin' to kill or stop us, jack our propers Busta Bus, they fakin' the cake is for the takin' While they runnin' they face, I'm lettin' the plan bake Formulate, now look at the plot, we got more and more shit that's hot, show to rock the spot Clock or knot, nigga the whole pot Ready or not, we comin' snatchin' every comer witcha hoe in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a muthafucker. (Busta Rhymes:) You can be my lady, you coul even be my lollipop sucker The road dawg baby comin' like the mad trucker Lot of jealous niggas lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker God bless, oh yes, I stay fresh Full of finesse, my congress show progress Stylish, hit you with the shit to digest In this rhyme shit we be some of the world's finest Your Highness, leavin' corny niggas spineless Attack it with the classic rhyme flow timeless. (Chorus: Busta Rhymes) Not a problem my squad can't fix Cause we can do, it in the mix So when you niggas talk trash, you can get a bust ass Cause you know we don't fuck around When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground, ground ground, ground ground When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground, ground ground, ground ground. (Jamal:) This is how we ride, throw your hands from side to side It's party time, and don't forget get yours, cause I'm a get mine (Who that?) The villain til I'm peelin' a million Ridin' dirty, and bustin' like 30-30 til a nigga end Knowin' that the shit is fucked I'm still here to win, cheddar If you ain't about it then I think you better hang the little plot you got, don't sweat it main My nigga, my life's uncut like Kane, real _Raw_ Y'all don't know shit about Jamal or what I'm in it for: cash, cars, fly whores and tours Fillin' my pipe, with no messes and no limits Them other one scrimpin' has the tent froze frigid Fall as a gimmick, dick lickin' chasin' chickens I mash for the cash with the click and rip a show then I'm dippin' in the whip and high trippin'. (Busta Rhymes:) While y'all niggas hoppin' and skippin' I stick the clip in, yo Accelerate on the gas, move fast Blast, find a nigga foot in your ass Colorful niggas, just peep the whole contrast Flipmode is the Squad, a news flash Bust your shit up, what the fuck, nigga get up Violate, niggas get they whole shit lit up! Break fool, niggas know the rules, rob jewels Champagne bath, throw the Mo-et in the pool Nigga caught a muthafuckin' strain on the brain ridin' on the train, I'm a whip a Benz in the rain Oversized click on the rise so realize we be Them niggas that dead up all you funny little small fries The franchise, Flipmode damagin' all of you Fall Guys Yo I'm tired of niggas they full of True Lies No time... we got the right surprise Need a new beginnin' need to get a baptise You need to get a baptise Word is bond, aiyyo. Not a problem my squad can't fix Cause we can do, it in the mix So when you niggas talk trash, you can get a bust ass Cause you know we don't fuck around When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground, ground ground, ground ground When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground, ground ground, ground ground. Ground, a-ground, a-gr-gr-ground-ground Just party to the shit like this come on Just bounce to the muthafuckin' beat come on You niggas don't know my brand new song come on Aiyyo, hear me out y'all, uhh Yo, and just feel my shit. Come on, bounce what the fuck? |
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from Busta Rhymes - When Disaster Strikes (1997)
Verse 1:
I'm a natural born killa that's born to rise Flipmode is the squad so it's no surprise Niggas want to advertise about how we get down You fuck around leave your body in the lost and found How you like me now? We got the industry on lock The world is on shock I'm a take a piece of the rock Yo, you feel it in the heart when we took you to the park Midnight after dark, I'm the raider of the lost ark (ark echo's) Now na na na na na na, nana nah Super size, super size, right before your eyes I bring in treats like giant sweet potato pies Wise, sword shift and I spit on flies Killing all the tips from studio spies Head to bed, beddie bye, beddie bye Don't ask why, we'll take your ass to paradise Flipmode's the squad don't rest, don't try Peace to my people in the friendly sky Peace to my outer space ties I'm in leather like the ladies Bigger than crack in the 80's (80's echo's) Drive the buggy I Mercedes Blow up like C-4 Got so much to live for Can't play the game no more Pick up the cain no more Brothers ain't the same no more Try to sweat me, what am I aiming for Get yourself caught up Faggot ass tore up In the worst way, the only way you can stop me is cock your glock and shot me Drop me, pop me, make sure you that you got me Cause anytime I live I'm comin back to find you poppy Chorus: What y'all niggas wanna do? Yo we can take it outside Ya'll niggas want something? Yo we can take it outside What y'all niggas wanna do? Yo we can take it outside Ya'll niggas want something? Yo we can take it outside Verse 2: Push up in the hot rod, alley cats a rah rah All my flipmode in the backseats with chrome nods Hear to bust mine Nigga frat child let his brain fry Pretty boy sliced up philly contact from his red eye You failed to realize when you macks me you drop the plastic Run up in your crib, now you heat me from the mattress My crew expanded, QB is where we landed Yellow strip you crossed it Now I'm forcing you to drink this champotion Show me were loaded The desert eagle hear it cockin' Lovin my doggie While we shinin' continue flossin Steppin on toes I crush the whole shoe Pronto like Cru till I'm Triumphant like Wu The shit you talkin crazy like niggas turnin in their hand guns I be burnin mc's like betty grandson Smokin grey poupon boy Two lines, I chew rhymes and make niggas fall like they was futons All day outsiders, this squad be flipmode We get a dick rode a whole shitload Chorus Verse Three: We the official g-u-rilla to lead militias Stack peelin, americana Spit sentences like one of missy wanna's Reminisce the promise Bring drama like Nicaragua Fatigues march, army leaders, they count crooked drug dollars And sip fresh squeezed milk from the titties of llamas Leave cities in carnage Prettiest farmers that pour whisky at harvest and hold 16 guananas Maintain, maintain, maintain I pray like Gussalini Zion fists Try on this, you can't see me like vagina lips Smugglin diamond chips, bubblin anonymous The dominant will resource and count script crews and world wars (world wars echo's) Yo, you better practice what you preach, I got 7 MC's And 10 g's, I'll show each Never interfere and shit, souvenirs for your ears and shit Clear poetry like William Shakespeare and shit Word is bond checkin me out Hey what you talkin about You lost and walkin about Niggas got beef they want to say and start talkin it out Hey, oh my god, y'all nigga be buggin me out Wish they could lay me down and have the police start chalkin me out Now I zoom in on you and my niggas start stalkin you out Chuck down that bullshit that you be callin about This one's for my people and my niggas up North The ruler shit dynasty but Flipmode finally come fourth Exports and imports hittin you with flavors of all sorts My squad comin through, chop off your ear Chorus 2x |
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from Busta Rhymes - When Disaster Strikes (1997)
Rhymes galore(7x)
This is for the motherfuckers out there on some real hiphop shit. Ya'll, ya'll, ya'll Mayday mayday, mayday mayday Walk bare foot on niggas like kuntakinta So what you say What is you doin you walkin this way I burn you like I'm smokin a jalis with helta censa I be design fashion like Marvin Kanhan Yes I keep it slamin shit just be bangin just like a loose canon, blow You better park, niggas are spark, niggas like sharp niggas a stay up ripen shit a part, niggas float over water like Noa's ark niggas cover your face and don't get caught up in the scene when nigga dark Eh, excuse me misses Sure ta hit you with the fitness Give you niggas the sickest jumpin johva witness Beamin in on niggas plotin and skimin And steady dreamin on how niggas do they double teamin Fuck the bullshit My nigga it be best shit on by day before you get secret indidit Make me slap a nigga lop sided Hold up son listen It be so beautiful when we catch you like a nigga so there's to much pharmasuitable Come and get it quick When Busta Rhymes be up in the place Does who don't like go get the dick I give you a taste A yo you need just focus on my earth trembalin Rhymes that ya'll be feel-e-in by the million Fucka your opin-e-ion Dominatin like Kings Dominion Leanin on niggas like we on motorcycles pop a wheel-e and A yo number one Roman numeral completing the exscutanal shit is usual I ain't scared of ya Takin all of ya powafenalia That's my words on misses Mahelia Hope you know your best bet Just to get the fuck out of my area Before I rip you from myintrea And hope you know you got to keep a corny nigga smothered grab the gat off the covet you never know when shit is safe so keep your face covered While I be scorchin it A lot of niggas be lookin for alternates They still just lose their life that's so unfortunate Trail blazin me since my mother started raisin me Hit you with the powerful shit that sometimes amazes me I create junkies just like 12 monkeys Spreadin right threw out your block Catchin suspects who thinkin they so lucky Violen clear for those who cannot properly hear Frequency so loud shatter a couple a pair of your chandler Now when I'm in the place give me space Nothin left for me to do my niggas blew up the place What the fuck, ha ha I got rhymes galore Rhymes galore, ya'll I got rhymes galore, rhymes galore My Flipmode niggas got rhymes galore, rhymes galore Busta Rhymes got rhymes galore, rhymes galore A yo yo I got rhymes galore, yo we got rhymes galore Rhymes galore, rhymes galore, rhymes galore, rhymes galore Me and my squad got rhymes galore Fuck that |
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from Busta Rhymes - When Disaster Strikes (1997)
Huh, yeah, fuck that,
Niggas go out to get it, Niggas is out there holding until I see niggas, Niggas is out there holding, Starving nigga, fuck that, I'm a broke nigga, And I gotta see any nigga out here holding something, Fuck that. Everyday, me and my son stay scheming, On how to maximise the level on day to day creaming, While you remain faking, Yo, I ain't tolerating, no mistaking, We on the move to study paper-making, Round up the whole squad quick, Plot the scheme with my niggas, get on some full clip bullshit, Before I solidify manslaughter, my unit form on the streetcorner, We suprise like fiends in disguise, Laying for the right shit so I can receive another grand prize, Greeting niggas like a homeless nigga, The way it happened son, you'd never figure, How the homeless nigga gun is much bigger, Now give me everything you walking with and everything your man is holding, Even the watch that got the platinum moulding, And as the situation start unfolding, You scared to death you little bitch, go ahead, Report it stolen, see what happen... Cocks drwan nigga, holding my dick, Wilding for the night, splurging with my click from the fit, Open like a motherfucker, itching and ready to do the next stick, Get any my nigga Dit can pick, What you said I said even if it causing bloodshed, Getting paid for even if we robbing a fucking chickenhead, Word to mother son, I ain't fronting, I'm taking everything I been always wanting, So I continue to peep out, in the jam will be the most blidded, Rob 'em in the corner bounce to the bar with they money and buy drinks with it, I stay on some real trife shit, test your life shit or even stab you on some knife shit, Fake it if you wanna fake it, if I see it, then I want it, then I take it, Leaving niggas ass naked, Sometime I know it seems so shocking, How you the next victim to be listening of the sounds of a trigger cocking, All in your ears, cold steel all against your face, I feel your blood chilling, your heart racing at a rapid pace, And if you thinking that's strong, I dare you even to flinch wrong, fuck around, You feel the full five long, The victim contemplating what to do, Or how the fuck top get out of the situation that he's going through, This nigga tried to grab the gat, you know I started clapping, Bet y'all niggas wanna know how the rest of the story happened... |
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from Busta Rhymes - When Disaster Strikes (1997)
Yo it's 3:25 in the morning My baby mom still yawning Kiss my little daughter on the forehead 'Nuf said beeper goes off Five hundred it's Busta Bust In God We Trust another one bites the dust Hey Ramp fuck that! I was 'bout to see this cat Some niggas pulled up in a black suburban jumped out the back Tried to put it on me while we fighting over the gat The way them niggas tried to play me son, them niggas is wack Aeiyo, Ramp, yo, you know it's only right to react Call the whole squad, let's lay these niggas down - face flat Aeiyo, Bust, chill, calm down I'll be there in twenty minutes Uptown 1-51 at St. Nick I'm there quick I tell my baby mom I got's to go I walked out the do' then grabbed the two nines out the flo' Driving through South, yo, we takin' niggas war Still on the run Always running for cover when its necessary I'm out numbered for now But all that shit is temporary Fuck with the wrong clik, the way we get down If your violatin', leavin you lost, you never be found Number whatever on missing persons Any minute them niggas gon' feel blast of my squads gats bursting I through the tri-borough bridge In my fat land with my two nines and my mans I'ma second from the spot I cross the street from the parking lot My trigger finger is hot I'm seeing Bust in a phone booth Niggas on the roofs Spiff Star is in the range The atmosphere change Lord's in the forerunner with machine guns, big ones Now we 'bout to have mad fun Me and the whole squad meet up, Know shit about to heat up Went the whole entire street up Blast from the car seat-er My enemies wouldn't even wanna be you I see you, hunting me down I knowing that my crew arrive We gon' see who be the last alive While we creep all over the place Looking for space In case, see him, rinse my whole clip up in his face As my squad hold they post down We patiently waiting for them to pass through Carefully timing the way we put it on their whole crew Aeiyo, Bust give me the queue I'm here for you, close to you Blood in and blood out We goin' all out, bullets just ringing out Guns is just spraying out Yo Bust, hit the dirt layflat You my nigga to the end I gotcha back Turn around quick Oh shit! You started blasting, grazed me on the hip Lord Have Mercy dumped five on a nigga Suck his whole shit, his whole crew busting Shit ain't going according to plan Goddamn, my shit jam |
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from Busta Rhymes - When Disaster Strikes (1997)
hat I'm gonna do with Erykah Badu
I'm gonna have some fun What do you consider fun? Fun, natural fun I said what I'm gonna do with my man Buster Rhymes I'm gonna have some fun What do you consider fun? Fun, natural fun Yeah, yeah, uh huh, uh huh, yeah, yeah Buster Rhymes and Erykah Badu, you'all Just one One Love Everbody's just one Well thats how I universally greet the whole entire world And focus on the energy that would make your skin curl The one strategy, the one universal plan The master blueprint, one survival for all man I self Lord am So divide with me and my woman co aside it's one mind Bear witness, one respect, one culture, one way of thinking, one vision, making the one decision, the one way of living Common destiny amongst all One understanding amongst me and my woman So that we can't fall And keep moving forward based on actual fact Yes you'all my beautiful Mother Earth Respect it to the max Can't mix up or tamper with it no more We're on the highest form of emotion, holy sacred and pure And whats mine is yours, specially if we move in the same direction Just for one common cause Just one Opportunity to handle our biz Just one My stake so we can equally live Just one You know we only have one life to live Just one Come together as one As one One family As one One little kiss now As one One entire tear As one And let us all love, live now How about you Uh huh, uh huh They know about me What, what I gave you tea Thats right girl You should agree? Oh, yes love A family One family baby Is one with thee Uh huh, uh huh, yes So that you see? Right Hey you'all, you'all I know my womans love for me The way she cherish me Fulfil my every appetite With a good degree? Or the ways to inspire or encourage me The right amount to nourish me Secure enough so I don't have to ask her where my loving went When times is hopeless Sometimes I had to focus on the priceless moments When my wisdom by,? went by unnoticed Cos you're my everything And what is mine is yours Moving in the same direction for one common cause Just one Opportunity to handle our biz Just one My stake so we can equally live Just one You know we only have one life to live Just one Come together as one As one One family As one One little kiss now As one One entire tear As one So let us all love, live now Ask my son right, he bears witness to you Being the foundation you can come home and watch the babies too The one way we agree on how to follow tradition This one family coming first Play your position You make the sacrifices, I make the same too The mother struggle That I see, thats why my love is for you You always hold it down for me, so I'm a hold it for you And watch the babies while you secure the food that come through Now don't let my ambition make you feel like competition We should both play a role in our whole living condition True indeed I know you symbolise the strength inside the family Then show me you can handle womanly responsibilities Not a problem I know you hold me down when I fall on the ground But make sure when you bring the food home there's enough to go round And because you are my everything what's mine is yours Moving in the same direction, just for one common cause Just one Opportunity to handle our biz Just one My stake so we can equally live Just one You know we only have one life to live Just one Come together as one As one One family As one One little kiss now As one One entire tear As one So let us all love, live now As one One family One little kiss now As one One entire tear As one So let us all love, live now Fade out ... |
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