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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 f**kin 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 f**k 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 f**kin door and shut the f**k up" "Yeah man and clean the motherf**king spot up, smell like..." "Break the f**kin 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" "F**k 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 motherf**ker, money was sick Gas on the cheddar and these bitches ridin the dick F**kin 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 f**k 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 f**k, 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 motherf**ker 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 motherf**kers, good actin That's the shit I'm talkin about Y'all ready to watch the playback? F**k around, that shit'll be a box office smash motherf**kers |
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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)
yo, it all began like, bust it
My nigga City bout to bounce on a trip We met some niggas with alot of things they want em to flip I told my nigga get the dough and keep the blau on your hip Travel safe, you know that I'ma hold it down on the strip Good lookin, word to mother son I give you my wit But when I get back, I'ma bounce straight to your crib On the strength, son slid until you to the Greyhound Wit a burner in the knapsack, headed straight outta town Now, three days pass I'm still on the strip Doin hand to hand with twelve collapsible, stashable clips With little magnets on the side of the clips we planted like a project When police come we stick the clips in any metal object Throwin a nigga on the walls and try to search me down I laugh knowin that my stash'll never be found Well anyway, on the third day, son came straight to the strip Wit a new floss and shiny shoes on the whip My nigga hit me with the latest, greatest He told me get inside the whip so I can know just what the up to date is He said he fuckin wit some Guyanese niggas how ill them niggas is What kind of dough they get, and how they handle they biz How they connect with Jamaician niggas who speak American And how they chains swung a medallion iced out pelicans And how they stay wit four pounders And speak American to try to blend in Like they aint obvious out of towners Okay, I've never heard of workers gettin five G's pay For trips that last for only 2-3 day How these Guyanese niggas be eatin pasta but they love zucchini Rockin valor tennis suits by Sergio Tecchini Them type of cats that call you because you can't call 'em Rockin baseball fitters with wild animal skins |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Coming [Clean Version] (1996)
UHHHH!! You don't know what we doin right here!
Intro/Chorus One: repeat 2X One two three we gon' turn it out And make you rock to the beat and then scream and shout We gonna hit you with the shit we got here We gonna blow your miiiinnnd (blow your miiiinnnd) Keep it movin like this keep it movin like that If I die I'ma only come back Yo I'm saying if you think that you can step to me wrong Don't even waste your tiiiimmme (waste your tiiiimmme) Chorus Two: You niggaz talk shit then abandon ship Niggaz talk shit then they abandon ship Niggaz talk shit, then they abandon ship Niggaz talk shit then they abandon ship Verse One: Rampage the Last Boy Scout, Busta Rhymes I 8Off like the Assassin, now I'm blastin I'm takin over Stick you for your blue Range Rover I told ya, Rampage a real live soldier Been in the game, sinc the age of thirteen A microphone fiend, so I'm goin to see my P.O. It's August the 1st, so I guess I'm a Leo My P.O., look like Vanessa Del Rio She pulled my rap sheet, just like, Neo Geo Hahahaaa! I always roam through the forest Just like a brontosaurus, born in the month of May so my sign is Taurus, kick you in your face like my fuckin name was Chuck Norris, make you sing my chorus Rock to the beat and then, turn into a walrus You remain nameless, my victory remains flawless Acting like you wild, but I know you really harmless While your time is coming, I make the fat shit regardless Many niggaz wanna know when the Ramp return Yo I'm gettin phone calls from that nigga Howard Stern He wants to know about my Flip Mode click The way we get down and BUST NIGGAZ SHIT LP after LP, we make G's I run up in your ganks den take you for your keys I'm not lying or joking, you get broken Dead in Flatbush, back to Roanoake and... People always askin me, how your shit be sellin For makin shit guaranteed to bust your fuckin melon Police throwed me up on charges like I was a felon There was no tellin, when I was strikin had you swellin Cruisin in my Lands, watch the police how they be gellin Lock you up for days and got a nigga ass smellin Yo FUCK THAT! You best believe there ain't no time for dwellin If you ain't makin noise you need to kill the fuckin yellin Chorus One Chorus Two Verse Two: Rampage, Busta Yo, yo, yo I run up in your set like a New York city... I can't slip, I beat you down with my vice grip Your lost, that means you way off course No remorse, I'm gettin five in The Source I be saddleback biting motherfuckers like a horse Turn and toss, niggaz all up in my applesauce Watch me reinforce, my shit feel good like intercourse Ever since I was a shorty rockin Hugo Boss Aiyyo bust it Bust (why) you just made my day If you didn't put me on I'd be locked like O.J. Now I'm writin rhymes hittin shorties everyday In the full runnin drinkin ice Tanqueray I don't eat pork I take a fish fellet Now I'm knockin out niggaz from .. to .. touche! Now I'm goin back around the way I'm rippin shit, like my name was Marvin Gaye Yo, now I'm back with more Bionic like my name was Colt Seavers Got you niggaz open like a bunch of wide receivers Time is on the meter, go clean your act up in the cleaners Chickenhead, give me some of your chicken fajitas Yo I beg your pardon, I write my rhymes way past the margins Squeeze the Charmin, peace to one million men marchin When you talk shit you really don't know what you startin Now your shit is done like a fuckin empty milk carton It's on for the nine-six, mad shows at the Ritz Now we got you open like Fixx Stickin to your stomach like Quaker Oat Grits Fisherman hat with my brand new kicks On the low, I still rock my Girbauds See the show, I got my nickel plated fo'-fo' All my rough niggaz open the do' Cause Boy Scout brings the ruckus and I'm still hardco' Yo, when I walk streets you know my blade's a little sharper Fuck Peter Parker, I cross you like a magic marker Everytime I hit I always hit a little harder Blazing to the point where niggaz look a little darker Catching suntans from my music, fans understand Making fat shit, I always love to lend a helping hand Organized rhyme unit like the Poison Clan While your ride is busted, I be your luxury Sedan Number one nigga in the chain of command Breakin fool in school like my nigga Geechie Dan Aiyyyyyo, I see intruders on my scan Singin at your funeral like Bobby Bluebland Chorus One |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Coming (1998)
UHHHH!! You don't know what we doin right here! Intro/Chorus One: repeat 2X One two three we gon' turn it out And make you rock to the beat and then scream and shout We gonna hit you with the shit we got here We gonna blow your miiiinnnd (blow your miiiinnnd) Keep it movin like this, keep it movin like that If I die, I'ma only come back Yo, I'm saying if you think that you can step to me wrong Don't even waste your tiiiimmme (waste your tiiiimmme) Chorus Two: You niggaz talk shit then abandon ship Niggaz talk shit then they abandon ship Niggaz talk shit, then they abandon ship Niggaz talk shit then they abandon ship Verse One: Rampage the Last Boy Scout, Busta Rhymes I 8Off like the Assassin, now I'm blastin I'm takin over Stick you for your blue Range Rover I told ya, Rampage a real live soldier Been in the game, sinc the age of thirteen A microphone fiend, so I'm goin to see my P.O. It's August the 1st, so I guess I'm a Leo My P.O., look like Vanessa Del Rio She pulled my rap sheet, just like, Neo Geo Hahahaaa! I always roam through the forest Just like a brontosaurus, born in the month of May so my sign is Taurus, kick you in your face like my fuckin name was Chuck Norris, make you sing my chorus Rock to the beat and then, turn into a walrus You remain nameless, my victory remains flawless Acting like you wild, but I know you really harmless While your time is coming, I make the fat shit regardless Many niggaz wanna know when the Ramp return Yo I'm gettin phone calls from that nigga Howard Stern He wants to know about my Flip Mode click The way we get down and BUST NIGGAZ SHIT LP after LP, we make G's I run up in your ganks den take you for your keys I'm not lying or joking, you get broken Dead in Flatbush, back to Roanoake and... People always askin me, how your shit be sellin For makin shit guaranteed to bust your fuckin melon Police throwed me up on charges like I was a felon There was no tellin, when I was strikin had you swellin Cruisin in my Lands, watch the police how they be gellin Lock you up for days and got a nigga ass smellin Yo FUCK THAT! You best believe there ain't no time for dwellin If you ain't makin noise you need to kill the fuckin yellin Chorus One Chorus Two Verse Two: Rampage, Busta Yo, yo, yo I run up in your set like a New York city... I can't slip, I beat you down with my vice grip Your lost, that means you way off course No remorse, I'm gettin five in The Source I be saddleback biting motherfuckers like a horse Turn and toss, niggaz all up in my applesauce Watch me reinforce, my shit feel good like intercourse Ever since I was a shorty rockin Hugo Boss Aiyyo bust it Bust (why) you just made my day If you didn't put me on I'd be locked like O.J. Now I'm writin rhymes hittin shorties everyday In the full runnin drinkin ice Tanqueray I don't eat pork I take a fish fellet Now I'm knockin out niggaz from .. to .. touche! Now I'm goin back around the way I'm rippin shit, like my name was Marvin Gaye Yo, now I'm back with more Bionic like my name was Colt Seavers Got you niggaz open like a bunch of wide receivers Time is on the meter, go clean your act up in the cleaners Chickenhead, give me some of your chicken fajitas Yo I beg your pardon, I write my rhymes way past the margins Squeeze the Charmin, peace to one million men marchin When you talk shit you really don't know what you startin Now your shit is done like a fuckin empty milk carton It's on for the nine-six, mad shows at the Ritz Now we got you open like Fixx Stickin to your stomach like Quaker Oat Grits Fisherman hat with my brand new kicks On the low, I still rock my Girbauds See the show, I got my nickel plated fo'-fo' All my rough niggaz open the do' Cause Boy Scout brings the ruckus and I'm still hardco' Yo, when I walk streets you know my blade's a little sharper Fuck Peter Parker, I cross you like a magic marker Everytime I hit I always hit a little harder Blazing to the point where niggaz look a little darker Catching suntans from my music, fans understand Making fat shit, I always love to lend a helping hand Organized rhyme unit like the Poison Clan While your ride is busted, I be your luxury Sedan Number one nigga in the chain of command Breakin fool in school like my nigga Geechie Dan Aiyyyyyo, I see intruders on my scan Singin at your funeral like Bobby Bluebland Chorus One |
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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 - 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)
Turn it up (ha ha ha)
Flimode (ha ha ha) Busta Rhymes (ha ha ha) Another banging niggas (ha ha ha) Another banging niggas (ha ha ha) Another banging niggas (ha ha ha) Another banging niggas (ha ha ha) Chorus: All night To my east niggas West Coast and dirty south, we make ya wave your hands up high Light L's and drink some liquor it make ya wild out All night To my niggas and my bitches get money If ya running with me Wave your hands up high A yo I can't see y'all You know we hang out in the streets y'all All night Yes yes y'all I be the god up in the flesh y'all Bless y'all With nothing but the best y'all Finesse shit and leave the spot up in a mess y'all Bitches, you know the street shit caress y'all Sex y'all And put a bounce up in your breast y'all Yes y'all we about to taste the success y'all And quiz niggas like a fucking drug test y'all And check y'all And let the livest niggas step in I keep the burner, what you think I'm turning mine in? What the fuck, Now all my live motherfuckers boggart or bring it straight to the front And let me give y'all niggas just what you want More fire for ya fresh off the press Shit blazing to death Bitches lust talking under they breath Hope you niggas know to put on your vest Or get a hole in your chest Who in this motherfucker Take you a guess Chorus Yeah-Yeah All my niggas Yeah-yeah all my bitches Yeah-yeah all my thugs Yeah-yeah all my soldiers Yeah-yeah all my honeys Yeah-yeah all my playas Yeah-yeah all my live niggas c'mon Yeah-yeah The grand finale y'all Put it down and always repping for my family y'all What, lets form a nation wide rally y'all Of gutter niggas that will piss up in the alley y'all Fuck it, now I know you know my rep nigga And how it's hard to figure out my next step nigga So step nigga, nigga sit your ass down The way I mash down Will only leave a legacy for me to pass down Don't speak unless you're spoken to Get broke in two Flipmode we be the chosen few Yeah nigga entrap y'all I know some niggas that'll clap y'all And strap y'all Up to a post and back slap y'all Put y'all in a mailbox and leave open the flap y'all That's the hap's that make niggas take forever naps y'all Strap y'all all up inside of your seatbelts The beats felt like a fire watch the heat melt Your patent leather stack cheddar nigga Now or never Better, whatever nigga feel this hot Beretta Cause when we come you know we hit you with that shit for the head With nough shit just like the Lox and the dread Me and my niggas we be breaking this bread With all the blood that we bled See we was broke, now we flossing instead The shit I drop will never leave you mislead Might leave you tired of bed Shit ain't over till' the party is dead Chorus: repeat 2X Yeah all my live bitches let me see you just Wave your hands up high And all my niggas running around getting pussy All night |
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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) Chorus: All night To my east niggas West Coast and dirty south, we make ya wave your hands up high Light L's and drink some liquor it make ya wild out All night To my niggas and my bitches get money If ya running with me Wave your hands up high A yo I can't see y'all You know we hang out in the streets y'all All night Yes yes y'all I be the god up in the flesh y'all Bless y'all With nothing but the best y'all Finesse shit and leave the spot up in a mess y'all Bitches, you know the street shit caress y'all Sex y'all And put a bounce up in your breast y'all Yes y'all we about to taste the success y'all And quiz niggas like a fucking drug test y'all And check y'all And let the livest niggas step in I keep the burner, what you think I'm turning mine in? What the fuck, Now all my live motherfuckers boggart or bring it straight to the front And let me give y'all niggas just what you want More fire for ya fresh off the press Shit blazing to death Bitches lust talking under they breath Hope you niggas know to put on your vest Or get a hole in your chest Who in this motherfucker Take you a guess Chorus Yeah-Yeah All my niggas Yeah-yeah all my bitches Yeah-yeah all my thugs Yeah-yeah all my soldiers Yeah-yeah all my honeys Yeah-yeah all my playas Yeah-yeah all my live niggas c'mon Yeah-yeah The grand finale y'all Put it down and always repping for my family y'all What, lets form a nation wide rally y'all Of gutter niggas that will piss up in the alley y'all Fuck it, now I know you know my rep nigga And how it's hard to figure out my next step nigga So step nigga, nigga sit your ass down The way I mash down Will only leave a legacy for me to pass down Don't speak unless you're spoken to Get broke in two Flipmode we be the chosen few Yeah nigga entrap y'all I know some niggas that'll clap y'all And strap y'all Up to a post and back slap y'all Put y'all in a mailbox and leave open the flap y'all That's the hap's that make niggas take forever naps y'all Strap y'all all up inside of your seatbelts The beats felt like a fire watch the heat melt Your patent leather stack cheddar nigga Now or never Better, whatever nigga feel this hot Beretta Cause when we come you know we hit you with that shit for the head With nough shit just like the Lox and the dread Me and my niggas we be breaking this bread With all the blood that we bled See we was broke, now we flossing instead The shit I drop will never leave you mislead Might leave you tired of bed Shit ain't over till' the party is dead Chorus: repeat 2X Yeah all my live bitches let me see you just Wave your hands up high And all my niggas running around getting pussy All night |
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from Busta Rhymes - Anarchy (2000)
(CHORUS)
What this world is comin to, to, to Can you see, see, see, see What's in store for you, for you, you, you, you, you, you, you (Verse 1) Yo, right before I lay your soul to sleep Witness the day of your wreckin and wit god on the street Behold! What the f**k y'all niggas come around here for We massacre the masses so therefore Here's your, invitation to explore The way we gather up niggas to thoroughly rep for My street niggas, C'mon! Stressed niggas, C'mon! Hungry niggas, C'mon! Yes, yes y'all, C'mon! Hope my live motherf**kers pass the test y'all Prepare for high retribution, and I hope God bless y'all (bless y'all) F**k shit up and watch the truth manifest y'all (fest y'all) Feel it in your guts and the burnin in your chest y'all (chest y'all) Pushin through just like a wild flood With such a pain that's so intense it make y'all wanna cry blood My slang talk earned a scholarship, from how to style a chick Influnce rulership and earn another dollar quick (quick) You need to do the philisophical research F**k around and be the next to die you better leave first Yo, my whole crew extra large, stay charged Like polytheism havin belief in many gods I gotta handful of niggas wit a sick disease Die close to destructive anti-social tendencies Yo, turn up the treble just a level Analyze the science deeper than when Musa symbolized the devil Now let me ask y'all CHORUS (you are now in the current state of Anarchy) (Verse 2) Ha, all hell break loose Yo, we fight to the end and never call for a truce Y'all niggas better pick and choose and select the battles wisely Always with the same approach and never once surprised me Ha, however how clever Niggas is fighting for mad cheddar Yo, cold like the wind blow in the winter Make you remember the torture like the frostbite that bit off your finger This Means War, I said it before Adrenaline rush, heart beat rapid, sweat wet up the floor Try to threat and wanna battle me nigga I'ma show you the major differnce between a dream and reality nigga Yo, then I continuously hype up a nation Huddle wit my niggas plan for tomorrow go into isolation And analyze how many niggas gon lose Tryin to squeeze they foot up in a pair of great man shoes And analyze how we was needed to live Carry out my dooney give the most thanks and be appreciative Pass this to all my seeds after me Represent and fight to be that everything my seeds want me to be The economy has been at it's best, to all my niggas hungry Let's keep weavin and magical methods of makin money So I'ma rep at my fullest, you can't spark me And fight the hardest in the grim current state of Anarchy... CHORUS |
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from Busta Rhymes - Anarchy (2000)
(CHORUS)
What this world is comin to, to, to Can you see, see, see, see What's in store for you, for you, you, you, you, you, you, you (Verse 1) Yo, right before I lay your soul to sleep Witness the day of your wreckin and wit god on the street Behold! What the f**k y'all niggas come around here for We massacre the masses so therefore Here's your, invitation to explore The way we gather up niggas to thoroughly rep for My street niggas, C'mon! Stressed niggas, C'mon! Hungry niggas, C'mon! Yes, yes y'all, C'mon! Hope my live motherf**kers pass the test y'all Prepare for high retribution, and I hope God bless y'all (bless y'all) F**k shit up and watch the truth manifest y'all (fest y'all) Feel it in your guts and the burnin in your chest y'all (chest y'all) Pushin through just like a wild flood With such a pain that's so intense it make y'all wanna cry blood My slang talk earned a scholarship, from how to style a chick Influnce rulership and earn another dollar quick (quick) You need to do the philisophical research F**k around and be the next to die you better leave first Yo, my whole crew extra large, stay charged Like polytheism havin belief in many gods I gotta handful of niggas wit a sick disease Die close to destructive anti-social tendencies Yo, turn up the treble just a level Analyze the science deeper than when Musa symbolized the devil Now let me ask y'all CHORUS (you are now in the current state of Anarchy) (Verse 2) Ha, all hell break loose Yo, we fight to the end and never call for a truce Y'all niggas better pick and choose and select the battles wisely Always with the same approach and never once surprised me Ha, however how clever Niggas is fighting for mad cheddar Yo, cold like the wind blow in the winter Make you remember the torture like the frostbite that bit off your finger This Means War, I said it before Adrenaline rush, heart beat rapid, sweat wet up the floor Try to threat and wanna battle me nigga I'ma show you the major differnce between a dream and reality nigga Yo, then I continuously hype up a nation Huddle wit my niggas plan for tomorrow go into isolation And analyze how many niggas gon lose Tryin to squeeze they foot up in a pair of great man shoes And analyze how we was needed to live Carry out my dooney give the most thanks and be appreciative Pass this to all my seeds after me Represent and fight to be that everything my seeds want me to be The economy has been at it's best, to all my niggas hungry Let's keep weavin and magical methods of makin money So I'ma rep at my fullest, you can't spark me And fight the hardest in the grim current state of Anarchy... CHORUS |
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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 - Arab Money (2008)
HaLaShegeHaLitlFaLa
MiliAlaySheNitiMala We gettin Arab Money We gettin Arab Money Now there ain't no way that you could kill the beats dead Middle East women and Middle East bread I got Oil Well money in the desert playin Golf Don't? with a Louis Scarf Chest cold diamonds make a - wanna cough In Dubai 20 million on a few lofts I stay up in da club - The way I make the people wanna sing the hook in Arabic LaLaLa HaleHeloHaLow HelaBalaHeHeleBalo We gettin Arab Money We gettin Arab Money HaLaShegeHaLitlFaLa MiliAlaySheNitiMala We gettin Arab Money We gettin Arab Money Seven Star Hotels, Maybach, Movies Sick big - knock - cameltoe - Women walkin around while security on camelback Club on fire now - dunno how to act Sittin in casino's while I'm gamblin with Arabs Money so long watch me purchase pieces of the Almanac Ya already know I got the streets bust While I make ya bow down makes a lot out a - LaLaLa HaleHeloHaLow HelaBalaHeHeleBalo We gettin Arab Money We gettin Arab Money HaLaShegeHaLitlFaLa MiliAlaySheNitiMala We gettin Arab Money We gettin Arab Money Heyyy! See now I take trips to Baghdad - Use a stack of chips to count Arab money now I don't need to get fresh I'm bout to grow a beard dude So much cake even the money look wierd too Don't mess the bread and the broad I'm tryna eat like Prince - respect the value of ma work In Maui, Malaysia, Iran and IraQ, Saudi Arabia! LaLaLa HaleHeloHaLow HelaBalaHeHeleBalo We gettin Arab Money We gettin Arab Money HaLaShegeHaLitlFaLa MiliAlaySheNitiMala We gettin Arab Money We gettin Arab Money |
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from Busta Rhymes - Back On My B.S. (2009)
HaLaShegeHaLitlFaLa
MiliAlaySheNitiMala We gettin Arab Money We gettin Arab Money Now there ain't no way that you could kill the beats dead Middle East women and Middle East bread I got Oil Well money in the desert playin Golf Don't? with a Louis Scarf Chest cold diamonds make a - wanna cough In Dubai 20 million on a few lofts I stay up in da club - The way I make the people wanna sing the hook in Arabic LaLaLa HaleHeloHaLow HelaBalaHeHeleBalo We gettin Arab Money We gettin Arab Money HaLaShegeHaLitlFaLa MiliAlaySheNitiMala We gettin Arab Money We gettin Arab Money Seven Star Hotels, Maybach, Movies Sick big - knock - cameltoe - Women walkin around while security on camelback Club on fire now - dunno how to act Sittin in casino's while I'm gamblin with Arabs Money so long watch me purchase pieces of the Almanac Ya already know I got the streets bust While I make ya bow down makes a lot out a - LaLaLa HaleHeloHaLow HelaBalaHeHeleBalo We gettin Arab Money We gettin Arab Money HaLaShegeHaLitlFaLa MiliAlaySheNitiMala We gettin Arab Money We gettin Arab Money Heyyy! See now I take trips to Baghdad - Use a stack of chips to count Arab money now I don't need to get fresh I'm bout to grow a beard dude So much cake even the money look wierd too Don't mess the bread and the broad I'm tryna eat like Prince - respect the value of ma work In Maui, Malaysia, Iran and IraQ, Saudi Arabia! LaLaLa HaleHeloHaLow HelaBalaHeHeleBalo We gettin Arab Money We gettin Arab Money HaLaShegeHaLitlFaLa MiliAlaySheNitiMala We gettin Arab Money We gettin Arab Money |
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from Busta Rhymes - Back On My B.S. (2009)
HaLaShegeHaLitlFaLa
MiliAlaySheNitiMala We gettin Arab Money We gettin Arab Money Now there ain't no way that you could kill the beats dead Middle East women and Middle East bread I got Oil Well money in the desert playin Golf Don't? with a Louis Scarf Chest cold diamonds make a - wanna cough In Dubai 20 million on a few lofts I stay up in da club - The way I make the people wanna sing the hook in Arabic LaLaLa HaleHeloHaLow HelaBalaHeHeleBalo We gettin Arab Money We gettin Arab Money HaLaShegeHaLitlFaLa MiliAlaySheNitiMala We gettin Arab Money We gettin Arab Money Seven Star Hotels, Maybach, Movies Sick big - knock - cameltoe - Women walkin around while security on camelback Club on fire now - dunno how to act Sittin in casino's while I'm gamblin with Arabs Money so long watch me purchase pieces of the Almanac Ya already know I got the streets bust While I make ya bow down makes a lot out a - LaLaLa HaleHeloHaLow HelaBalaHeHeleBalo We gettin Arab Money We gettin Arab Money HaLaShegeHaLitlFaLa MiliAlaySheNitiMala We gettin Arab Money We gettin Arab Money Heyyy! See now I take trips to Baghdad - Use a stack of chips to count Arab money now I don't need to get fresh I'm bout to grow a beard dude So much cake even the money look wierd too Don't mess the bread and the broad I'm tryna eat like Prince - respect the value of ma work In Maui, Malaysia, Iran and IraQ, Saudi Arabia! LaLaLa HaleHeloHaLow HelaBalaHeHeleBalo We gettin Arab Money We gettin Arab Money HaLaShegeHaLitlFaLa MiliAlaySheNitiMala We gettin Arab Money We gettin Arab Money |
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from Busta Rhymes - Genesis (2001)
Here we come yo,
here we go, here we come yo, here we go, here we come yo, here we go, here we come yo, here we go Busta Rhymes nigga, here we go, flipmode nigga, here we go, neptunes nigga, here we go, once again my niggas, here we gooahhhh (come on) guess who's back in town bitches get on the dance floor and pull your shit on downnahh from miles around the way we fuck you niggas up and flip a brand new sounddahhhh the most hot shit all around so hot it make a bitch wanna give me a powwaahh huh! fall on the ground (come on) pull up a backwood and stay steamin the browwahhh the way we come in your town see we controllin your fort now come on give me your crownaahh talk that shit to me girlahh, what you say? ah! strip for me I got the camcorder shorty make a flick for meeahhh and how wide yo ass can split for meeahhh see how we be makin you black and fuck the party up and keep the dj bringin it back i'm sayin uh uh uh all over the track man, uh pardon me uh as I come back nigga uh uh uh all over the track man uh pardon me uh as I come back nigga uh uh uh all over the track man uh pardon me uh as I come back uh uh uh all over the track man uh pardon me uh as I come back nigga what we gonna do in 2002 even though we havin fun in 2001aah stay strapped grippin my gun whippin the truck pack wit bitches and stackin my oneaahh and while we wildin and fun and all my bitches show me yo ass and rep where your frommaahhhh come on ahh! cuttin it down in such a way it make police come shuttin it downahhh I hope to see how we takin it there while we at it mothafucka throw ya hands in the airahhh valet parkin the car while we up in the club buyin every drink at the barrahhh we givin you this shit come on show you niggas how we always flip the script come on ahhh back off, get out my face and every time we come through nigga give me my space i'm sayin uh uh uh all over the track man uh pardon me uh as I come back uh uh uh all over the track man uh pardon me uh as I come back nigga uh uh uh all over the track man uh pardon me uh as I come back uh uh uh all over the track man uh pardon me uh as I come backahhh fo my doggs who be keepin it raw while bitches be gaskin a nigga please gimme some moreahhh the way you be shakin yo shit to da floorahhh damn! ahhhh i'm a give to you mommy fo sho and if you couldn't take it then what is you fuckin me forahhh ya'll niggas know how to act when we get robbed niggas know we come push da shit back im sayin uh uh uh all over the track man uh pardon me uh as I come back uh uh uh all over the track man uh pardon me uh as I come back nigga uh uh uh all over the track man uh pardon me uh as I come back uh uh uh all over the track man uh pardon me uh as I come baaaackahh |
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from Busta Rhymes - Genesis (2001)
Here we come yo,
here we go, here we come yo, here we go, here we come yo, here we go, here we come yo, here we go Busta Rhymes nigga, here we go, flipmode nigga, here we go, neptunes nigga, here we go, once again my niggas, here we gooahhhh (come on) guess who's back in town bitches get on the dance floor and pull your shit on downnahh from miles around the way we fuck you niggas up and flip a brand new sounddahhhh the most hot shit all around so hot it make a bitch wanna give me a powwaahh huh! fall on the ground (come on) pull up a backwood and stay steamin the browwahhh the way we come in your town see we controllin your fort now come on give me your crownaahh talk that shit to me girlahh, what you say? ah! strip for me I got the camcorder shorty make a flick for meeahhh and how wide yo ass can split for meeahhh see how we be makin you black and fuck the party up and keep the dj bringin it back i'm sayin uh uh uh all over the track man, uh pardon me uh as I come back nigga uh uh uh all over the track man uh pardon me uh as I come back nigga uh uh uh all over the track man uh pardon me uh as I come back uh uh uh all over the track man uh pardon me uh as I come back nigga what we gonna do in 2002 even though we havin fun in 2001aah stay strapped grippin my gun whippin the truck pack wit bitches and stackin my oneaahh and while we wildin and fun and all my bitches show me yo ass and rep where your frommaahhhh come on ahh! cuttin it down in such a way it make police come shuttin it downahhh I hope to see how we takin it there while we at it mothafucka throw ya hands in the airahhh valet parkin the car while we up in the club buyin every drink at the barrahhh we givin you this shit come on show you niggas how we always flip the script come on ahhh back off, get out my face and every time we come through nigga give me my space i'm sayin uh uh uh all over the track man uh pardon me uh as I come back uh uh uh all over the track man uh pardon me uh as I come back nigga uh uh uh all over the track man uh pardon me uh as I come back uh uh uh all over the track man uh pardon me uh as I come backahhh fo my doggs who be keepin it raw while bitches be gaskin a nigga please gimme some moreahhh the way you be shakin yo shit to da floorahhh damn! ahhhh i'm a give to you mommy fo sho and if you couldn't take it then what is you fuckin me forahhh ya'll niggas know how to act when we get robbed niggas know we come push da shit back im sayin uh uh uh all over the track man uh pardon me uh as I come back uh uh uh all over the track man uh pardon me uh as I come back nigga uh uh uh all over the track man uh pardon me uh as I come back uh uh uh all over the track man uh pardon me uh as I come baaaackahh |
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from Busta Rhymes - Genesis (2001)
(People talking)
(Hook: Kokane) Likes to go, eventual Lead you home, come inside Why you got your ass on your shoulders Now, tryin' to spit at a bitch I lead inside Why you got your ass on your shoulders (Busta Rhymes) Yeah bitch put on an outfit, dazzle ya hair Come in the club fit to take you home and frazzle the hair Bitch understand I must have got a handle in here Why you open up ya ass and let me travel in there Create a scandal in there Don't talk, let me pull it out to add another angle in there Let me ride the back of yo ass like a camel in there Pussy hot like she lit a fuckin' candle in there Remember I was tryin' to get my drink in the slot And you was same girl actin' all stinkin' the spot It was funny how I thought I wasted breath on the broad A friend couldn't find her cause shorty left with the God And then I took her back to the crib, you can figure it out I'm diggin' it out with the dick in her mouth Get cha' homegirl to come start lickin' ya out And swingin' about until I start kickin' em' out Because ya... (Hook: Kokane) (Busta Rhymes) I'm sayin' she fuck a nigga like she want the God to lay in a hearse Makin' me curse, hope you relate to my verse And what be makin' it worse That they be the same bitches frontin' like they wasn't with it at first Actin' too good for niggas with your ass on your shoulders But now you'll be fuckin' a nigga till he fall in a coma I remember how you acted in the front of ya friends As I remember now you give me head in front of my Benz So now I'm smackin' it up, while you backin' it up With a car load of bitches now I'm packin' it up Now ya whole crew comin' and we whackin' em' up Let me beat the pussy till I start blackin' it up Got bitches diggin' in my back scratchin' it up Got em' screamin' shatterin' glass crackin' it up Get cha' homegirl to come start lickin' ya out Ass swingin' about till I start kickin' em' out Because ya... (Hook: Kokane) (Busta Rhymes) Sayin' in ya crib gettin' ya shit right sprayin' yourself With perfume that mean the dude start playin' yourself Ya too fly to let ya friends know ya lovin' a nigga So instead ya front like you ain't really fuckin' a nigga But still I really love to sit on my dough And there's nothin' I love when ya keep ya shit on the low Get cha' homegirl to come start lickin' ya out Ass swingin' about till I start kickin' em' out Because ya... |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family - We Invented The Remix [Explicit Version] [remix] (2002)
P. Diddy:
Aiyyo, you ready? Let's do it Mmm, yeah.. Yeah.. c'mon I'm the definition of half man, half drugs Ask the clubs - Bad Boy, that's whassup After bucks, crush crews after us No games, we ain't laughin much Nothin but big thangs, check the hitlist How we twist shit, what changed but the name? We still here, you rockin wit the best Don't worry if I write rhymes - I write checks (hah!) Who's the boss? Dudes is lost Don't think cause I'm iced out, I'ma cool off Who else but me? (who else?) And if you don't feel me That mean you can't touch me, it's ugly, trust me Get it right dawg, we ain't ever left We just, moved in silence and repped to the death (yeah) It's official, I survived what I been through Y'all got drama, "The Saga Continues..." We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't goin nowhere, we can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't goin nowhere, we can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life Black Rob: Hey yo straight from the Harlem streets I don't play, I push it down with the Harlem Heat (uh-huh) All a sudden niggaz got a problem wit me (Black, what happened?) They run around actin like the Black-o can't eat And you know what? (what?) For some strange reason (uhh) I'm off of this medication, feelin deranged needin For y'all to put the word out (c'mon, c'mon) we ain't leavin We tryin to be rich before we all stop breathin Therefore (what?) we kinda hustle lames Stay layin down our muscle games (c'mon) Still turn niggaz dreams to flames (yeah) you got the wire If not I ain't sayin no names, you'll soon expire (heh) No pain (nothin) I feel remorse Yes of course it's me and Diddy up first racin Porsches Wit the big twin valve exhaust-es {*screeching*} (yeah) On the cover of ya Vibe's, XXL's and Source's bitch (c'mon, let's go) We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't goin nowhere, we can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't goin nowhere, we can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life Mark Curry: Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah It ain't shit changed, since the Notorious (We miss you B.I.G.) See everything still glorious (yeah) We still got Warriors, still be the Victorious (that's right) See it's a lot of them, but it's more of us Still got cash to blow, raps to flow Still them cats that know, pack ya flow, that's fo' sho', Bottles that pop, joints that rock Played the background, hand on my jock, holdin my glock (hahaha) Money to get (yeah), cars to flip (uhh) Bars to sit at and sip Cognac wit jewels that drip (c'mon) Hoes to see (uhh), make sure they knowin it's me (they know it's you) Drop that beat, can't believe that I MC (haha) Bad Boy 'til the casket drop (Bad Boy) gotta love it Place nuttin above it (nuttin) it's on like that (c'mon) Don't believe, we ain't goin like that we're always gonna be here (yeah) We there (uhh) every motherfuckin year! We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't goin nowhere, we can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't goin nowhere, we can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't goin nowhere, we can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't goin nowhere, we can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life (Bad Boy.. we ain't goin nowhere Uh-huh.. uh-huh.. what? We ain't goin nowhere.. we gon' stay right here For ever, and ever, and ever, and ever.. c'mon We ain't goin nowhere.. we gon' stay right here We ain't goin nowhere.. we gon' stay right here Yeah, uh-huh.. uh-huh, uh-huh) |
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from P. Diddy - Diddy/ Featuring The Neptunes [single] (2005)
P. Diddy:
Aiyyo, you ready? Let's do it Mmm, yeah.. Yeah.. c'mon I'm the definition of half man, half drugs Ask the clubs - Bad Boy, that's whassup After bucks, crush crews after us No games, we ain't laughin much Nothin but big thangs, check the hitlist How we twist shit, what changed but the name? We still here, you rockin wit the best Don't worry if I write rhymes - I write checks (hah!) Who's the boss? Dudes is lost Don't think cause I'm iced out, I'ma cool off Who else but me? (who else?) And if you don't feel me That mean you can't touch me, it's ugly, trust me Get it right dawg, we ain't ever left We just, moved in silence and repped to the death (yeah) It's official, I survived what I been through Y'all got drama, "The Saga Continues..." We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't goin nowhere, we can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't goin nowhere, we can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life Black Rob: Hey yo straight from the Harlem streets I don't play, I push it down with the Harlem Heat (uh-huh) All a sudden niggaz got a problem wit me (Black, what happened?) They run around actin like the Black-o can't eat And you know what? (what?) For some strange reason (uhh) I'm off of this medication, feelin deranged needin For y'all to put the word out (c'mon, c'mon) we ain't leavin We tryin to be rich before we all stop breathin Therefore (what?) we kinda hustle lames Stay layin down our muscle games (c'mon) Still turn niggaz dreams to flames (yeah) you got the wire If not I ain't sayin no names, you'll soon expire (heh) No pain (nothin) I feel remorse Yes of course it's me and Diddy up first racin Porsches Wit the big twin valve exhaust-es {*screeching*} (yeah) On the cover of ya Vibe's, XXL's and Source's bitch (c'mon, let's go) We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't goin nowhere, we can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't goin nowhere, we can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life Mark Curry: Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah It ain't shit changed, since the Notorious (We miss you B.I.G.) See everything still glorious (yeah) We still got Warriors, still be the Victorious (that's right) See it's a lot of them, but it's more of us Still got cash to blow, raps to flow Still them cats that know, pack ya flow, that's fo' sho', Bottles that pop, joints that rock Played the background, hand on my jock, holdin my glock (hahaha) Money to get (yeah), cars to flip (uhh) Bars to sit at and sip Cognac wit jewels that drip (c'mon) Hoes to see (uhh), make sure they knowin it's me (they know it's you) Drop that beat, can't believe that I MC (haha) Bad Boy 'til the casket drop (Bad Boy) gotta love it Place nuttin above it (nuttin) it's on like that (c'mon) Don't believe, we ain't goin like that we're always gonna be here (yeah) We there (uhh) every motherfuckin year! We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't goin nowhere, we can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't goin nowhere, we can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't goin nowhere, we can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't goin nowhere, we can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life (Bad Boy.. we ain't goin nowhere Uh-huh.. uh-huh.. what? We ain't goin nowhere.. we gon' stay right here For ever, and ever, and ever, and ever.. c'mon We ain't goin nowhere.. we gon' stay right here We ain't goin nowhere.. we gon' stay right here Yeah, uh-huh.. uh-huh, uh-huh) |
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from Busta Rhymes - Genesis (2001)
(Busta Rhymes)
Yo me and my niggas and my clique be getting mad cream Balling the club, now I'm drunk having a bad dream This mothafucker tried to greet me with wealth I never knew that I would see that day that I would meet the devil himself This nigga was eagerly waiting to prove it Astonishingly, already dancing to his own burial music Well anyway, he plottin' to do it to me In a certain kind of way, and started off directly popping shit to me While he spoke a couple of fires would spark While he sat in the shadow talking his shit we watch the sky getting dark (he said) (Devil) (?) Where it hurts I'll leave you in a (?) straight up leaking in the back of a church Let a ghosting crib and haunt you like a ghost in your home Leaving you old and crippet like them ruins in Rome Watch your body shrivel up and turn your asses to smoke Fuck your flesh don't get yo blood sucked, the blood of ya foes I be that nigga that'll torture your spouse And leave a thousand body bags like truth.com in front of your house (Busta) Got me bugging on a whole notha level Tell me how the fuck a nigga really end up having beef with the devil Shit bomb the whole effect the nigga had on my dreaming Body reacting mentally, going to war with the demon Semi-chaotic like the typical storm So embellished in the dream a nigga felt it in the physical form The dream got my nose runny and shit Eyes watery, shorty watching my body twitch funny and shit Giving shorty sleeping with me the creeps She bugging off how a nigga just sweating and breathing so hard in his sleep Determined to conquer this nigga so let it begin Absolutely focused on killing the demon within So now we fight in the name of my brethren And every blow connect during the fight you can hear the thunder roll into heaven, Ain't hell a deep breath of fresh air The devil's presence blows a cold draft leaving a scent of death in the air While my mind was reassembling now Simultaneous wifey watching a nigga body trembling now Couldn't conquer me so now the devil wanted me dead Stabbing a nigga with the same bone he ripped from his head Yo its funny how the devils'll test us But if fully select, niggas bless with something some'll raggle with impressions Til I'm dead I'm always battling through You can't believe you cut my main vein that all my blood be traveling through Somebody gotta die, settle the score Because it's me or this nigga, I'm fighting to the death, I'm ready for WAR (devil laughing fades) |
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from Busta Rhymes - Genesis (2001)
(Busta Rhymes)
Yo me and my niggas and my clique be getting mad cream Balling the club, now I'm drunk having a bad dream This mothafucker tried to greet me with wealth I never knew that I would see that day that I would meet the devil himself This nigga was eagerly waiting to prove it Astonishingly, already dancing to his own burial music Well anyway, he plottin' to do it to me In a certain kind of way, and started off directly popping shit to me While he spoke a couple of fires would spark While he sat in the shadow talking his shit we watch the sky getting dark (he said) (Devil) (?) Where it hurts I'll leave you in a (?) straight up leaking in the back of a church Let a ghosting crib and haunt you like a ghost in your home Leaving you old and crippet like them ruins in Rome Watch your body shrivel up and turn your asses to smoke Fuck your flesh don't get yo blood sucked, the blood of ya foes I be that nigga that'll torture your spouse And leave a thousand body bags like truth.com in front of your house (Busta) Got me bugging on a whole notha level Tell me how the fuck a nigga really end up having beef with the devil Shit bomb the whole effect the nigga had on my dreaming Body reacting mentally, going to war with the demon Semi-chaotic like the typical storm So embellished in the dream a nigga felt it in the physical form The dream got my nose runny and shit Eyes watery, shorty watching my body twitch funny and shit Giving shorty sleeping with me the creeps She bugging off how a nigga just sweating and breathing so hard in his sleep Determined to conquer this nigga so let it begin Absolutely focused on killing the demon within So now we fight in the name of my brethren And every blow connect during the fight you can hear the thunder roll into heaven, Ain't hell a deep breath of fresh air The devil's presence blows a cold draft leaving a scent of death in the air While my mind was reassembling now Simultaneous wifey watching a nigga body trembling now Couldn't conquer me so now the devil wanted me dead Stabbing a nigga with the same bone he ripped from his head Yo its funny how the devils'll test us But if fully select, niggas bless with something some'll raggle with impressions Til I'm dead I'm always battling through You can't believe you cut my main vein that all my blood be traveling through Somebody gotta die, settle the score Because it's me or this nigga, I'm fighting to the death, I'm ready for WAR (devil laughing fades) |
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from Busta Rhymes - Genesis (2001)
(Busta Rhymes)
Yo me and my niggas and my clique be getting mad cream Balling the club, now I'm drunk having a bad dream This mothafucker tried to greet me with wealth I never knew that I would see that day that I would meet the devil himself This nigga was eagerly waiting to prove it Astonishingly, already dancing to his own burial music Well anyway, he plottin' to do it to me In a certain kind of way, and started off directly popping shit to me While he spoke a couple of fires would spark While he sat in the shadow talking his shit we watch the sky getting dark (he said) (Devil) (?) Where it hurts I'll leave you in a (?) straight up leaking in the back of a church Let a ghosting crib and haunt you like a ghost in your home Leaving you old and crippet like them ruins in Rome Watch your body shrivel up and turn your asses to smoke Fuck your flesh don't get yo blood sucked, the blood of ya foes I be that nigga that'll torture your spouse And leave a thousand body bags like truth.com in front of your house (Busta) Got me bugging on a whole notha level Tell me how the fuck a nigga really end up having beef with the devil Shit bomb the whole effect the nigga had on my dreaming Body reacting mentally, going to war with the demon Semi-chaotic like the typical storm So embellished in the dream a nigga felt it in the physical form The dream got my nose runny and shit Eyes watery, shorty watching my body twitch funny and shit Giving shorty sleeping with me the creeps She bugging off how a nigga just sweating and breathing so hard in his sleep Determined to conquer this nigga so let it begin Absolutely focused on killing the demon within So now we fight in the name of my brethren And every blow connect during the fight you can hear the thunder roll into heaven, Ain't hell a deep breath of fresh air The devil's presence blows a cold draft leaving a scent of death in the air While my mind was reassembling now Simultaneous wifey watching a nigga body trembling now Couldn't conquer me so now the devil wanted me dead Stabbing a nigga with the same bone he ripped from his head Yo its funny how the devils'll test us But if fully select, niggas bless with something some'll raggle with impressions Til I'm dead I'm always battling through You can't believe you cut my main vein that all my blood be traveling through Somebody gotta die, settle the score Because it's me or this nigga, I'm fighting to the death, I'm ready for WAR (devil laughing fades) |
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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 - Genesis (2001)
(Busta Rhymes)
Yea, I know it's kinda cold outside Bring your nasty ass inside ("Eddie you should know better.." - (C. Mayfield)) Play yourself a dark corner motherfucker, yea ("Brother, you know you're wrong.." - (C. Mayfield)) Come on, can't stop, won't stop, rockin' for you niggas 'Cause I rep the street and Johnnie Cochran for you niggas And I, got a state gun cockin' for you niggas (twenty-one) legal (gun) shots (Rah Digga) Poppin' for you niggas And I, blow tones, more force than cyclones Shit is on everytime I catch a Ron Jones Thug bitch, rock boots and hoops with rhinestones (Got the) key (to the) city and (run the crime zone) (Busta Rhymes) Now come on, take something, shake something, break something Stop, close your shop, you niggas ain't sayin' nothin' Niggas be frontin' and knowin' they ain't really weighin' nothin' Betta (stop) 'fore we (pop) and really (get to sprayin' something) (Busta) Flood it up (Digga) Whip it up (Busta) Smoke it up (Digga) Blooded up, Niggas straight tryin' to brake, I tell 'em shut it up, I spit the ill for real, ain't nothin' buttered up, (Flipmode) doin' it (everybody) love it up (Chorus) East coast, what up? West coast, what up? Midwest, what up? Dirty South, what up? All my chickenheads, put it in your mouth, It's Flipmode, better stay up in your house All my thugs, what up? Thug bitches, what up? Street niggas, what up? Stack riches, no doubt We got the block locked take another route, It's Flipmode, better stay up in your house My niggas HOOK (Rah Digga) Dirtiest, wordiest, Jersey it's wetter than a mile I stalk like pedophiles, no body get's saved when I bless the child Gettin' (eight) like (snapper) you too fessed to vow (Busta) Hold up (Digga) Run on (Busta) Get up (Digga) Come on (Busta Rhymes) Ahhooo! And put every single nigga where I'm from on (Bitches) all in the (spot) go head (and get your) fun on (Niggas keepin' it) movin' (go head) and get your (thug on) (Rah Digga) (What on) earth possesed y'all to try a lil' (drunk) lil' (high) Big heads in the sky make (niggas) straight (cry) Without Mo' and Dry, take it down (homeboy) got bigger fish to fry Fuck that (Other nigga) Rush that (sucker nigga) (Busta Rhymes) Niggas love the way we sound up on another Digga (Hot D) but I got another younger brother bigger (Digga) pass me the Henny so I can take another swigger (Chorus) (Rah Digga) Switch it up like Ak-Nel Why you hit a dry spell, Cats like you get no reply on the Skytel (Hate y'all) Raps like Eminem hate Britney (Bonafide) MC (Who) fuckin' with me? (Busta Rhymes) Top niggas better give props nigga ('Fore you get dropped) fuck around and get your shit popped nigga, Flip-flop niggas, you could (really get your shit mopped) Or left to lay up in a pit stop nigga (Digga) Spillin' it (Busta) Feelin' it (Digga) Killin' it (Busta) Come on! (Rah Digga) The hardest MC don't want flex no more (Make it hot) everytime I rock, rest assured Shit'll have that (who could rock) the raw best award, nigga (Busta) Look it up (Digga) Cook it up (Busta) Shook it up (Digga) Book it up (Busta Rhymes) When we (rock) you shouldn't watch (promoters) nook it up (Raise the level a little) you know (my niggas) took it up (In and outta big) figgas while me and (Digga) cook it up (Chorus) |
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from Twista - Category F5 (2009)
Caution and Velly (Caution and Velly)
[Chorus: Twista] Been go go-getters, e'ryday money getter Gotta make a billion, everyday go-getter Donald Trump makin big money go-getter Fast lane ridin, young stack of go-getters He's a billion dollar boy, she's a billion dollar girl Billion dollar boy, billion billion dollar girl Billion dollar boy, billion billion dollar girl He's a billion dollar boy, she's a billion dollar.. [Twista] Yeah we get that money, yeah we get that cash E'ry day, all day, gotta make that cash Got them haters everywhere tryin to plot on ya ass That's why I keep the flash just to push they ass back Twista gotta get that paper e'ry day If you wanna play in them big league games Stack yo' money to the sky all day When you tryin to make a billion ain't no time for you to play [Interlude: Twista] Money money money, money money money Favorite color green cause they like money Money money money, money money money Favorite color green cause they like money Twista gettin dough, Twista gettin green Countin them stacks, makin that cream Twista gettin bread, Twista gettin presidents Billion dollar mindstate, just for the hell of it [Chorus] [Busta Rhymes] We gettin A-rab money Let's get this A-rab money, ay I'm bilingual, I be freakin it in Spanish I speak English but billions is my proper language Funny you could wrap it like a mummy with a honey And I'll make the people love me while they hug me with they money And I'm always in a hurry just to come and cook it curry Or bake, MORE CAKE, shinin like the day was sunny And I knew the Lord love me, bless and bestow all upon me While I embellish all in it, that's the basis of the story Pardon all of my aggressions, still get it in a recession And I got the antedote, you could pay me for the confession And it's money in the air, hope you niggaz fill it up in here YOU GOT IT? Let me show you how to be a billionaire [Interlude] [Chorus] [Twista] Steppin in the spot, GMG is the team We don't know about y'all but we stack our cream Haters everywhere, we don't really care When they be talkin that shit over here you know we don't play fair He's a billion dollar boy, she's a billion dollar girl Money money money is the root of all worlds Never let it make you, make that money G's on the Louie 13 gettin scummy [Chorus] |
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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)
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 (Verse One) 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 (Chorus) 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! (Verse Two) 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 (Chorus) (Outro) 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)
Now (now)
Ready for wylin' my niggas Let's set it like we on an island my niggas I'm with it (What what what what) Yo My clique startle bitches With a remarkable sparkle For my bitches with me (What what what what) You know we stay dumb And keep shop running Just the like the 24-hour deli The way y'all niggas be popping that shit you be talking Y'all niggas don't mean nothing But a 24-hour celly To talk that funny shit To someone you know While I bag these bitches And take them to 24-hour telly Type of chickens to let me get in they belly Little sexy thug bitches Who want me to fuck them to Makeveli Then get with my niggas and smoke up a ounce Crowd up in whatever amounts Making bitches skip to my bounce So whenever we be shining like diamond Fresher than the fragrance of limon When we strike It's all in the timing Corporate niggas ball on how we be stylin' Fucking with huge contracts With white beaters on On the day of the signing Making all my bitches check for this shit My live niggas know the truth That's why they always got respect for this shit Bust one for me, Bladow! All my niggas holding they gun with me, Bladow! And resting and stacking they ones with me, Bladow! My peeps who hang around where I'm from with me, Bladow! Who run with me, Bladow! Bust one for me, Bladow! My bitches that'll fuck till they cum with me, Bladow! Wylin' at me, having they fun with me, Bladow! In this club all they keep beating they drums with me, Bladow! In a slung with me, Bladow! Bust one for me, Bladow! And now we mash y'all Harass y'all Until the shit we doing pass y'all You know we steadily, readily Give it to niggas And blow up the spot for niggas Before we do the dash y'all Yo Ain't nothing wrong until we perform Y'all niggas know we bout to blast y'all Fast Me and my niggas crash the party If my niggas were shitters Splash bitches before we flash y'all Now what's up All of my niggas salute Where we get busy Gimme me my loot All way up in a box with a suit Shit that I tell you will all be the truth Stay on a live nigga recruit And take y'all niggas back to the root Tying my laces all up in my boot All the bitches say that I'm cute Blowing on it just like a flute And now Before we blind y'all We shine and remind y'all Should be gappy Always one of a kind y'all We constructing a new design y'all Better keep up my niggas Because you will get left behind y'all Let us bust a bottle of wine now And celebrate in the name of them niggas That control the times now Now watch it As we just pick up the pace You just might a hole in your face My crew might take a whole of the space Completely Obligated just to keeping you dumming And get the breaking all the shit up in club Once you know that we coming My bitches check for this shit My live niggas know the truth That's why they always got respect for this shit Bust one for me, Bladow! All my niggas holding they gun with me, Bladow! And resting and stacking they ones with me, Bladow! My peeps who hang around where I'm from with me, Bladow! Who run with me, Bladow! Bust one for me, Bladow! My bitches that'll fuck till they cum with me, Bladow! Wylin' at me, having they fun with me, Bladow! In this club all they keep beating they drums with me, Bladow! In a slung with me, Bladow! Bust one for me, Bladow! Yeah To all my niggas and all my bitches That just wanna live Live good Feel good Yeah Just bounce to this shit Come on Bounce to this shit All my niggas and my bitches Just bounce to this shit Come on Bounce to this shit Yeah Flipmode constantly Enough of that |
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from Busta Rhymes - Genesis (2001)
(Busta Talking)
Bounce, Bounce, Bounce niggas Come on bounce, come on bounce, bounce Come on bounce bitches, come on bounce Come on bounce, come on bounce Everybody bounce niggas, come on bounce What come on, come on I'm sayin bounce bitches, come on bounce now (Verse 1) Yes, yes yall, you know we talkin it all See how we bringin the street corner to Cargenie Hall It be so funny to see how badly they want it The fall, fuckin up somethin me and my niggas is ready to brawl (ha!) Now I'm ready to call my niggas get off of the wall I run up in the club like how these bitches will run in the mall While we poppin the collar holla you need to folla the scholar (aiyyoo!) Hustle for dollas and rock it until manana My niggas, KNOW HOW WE DO IT I do it for the love and the riches, my niggas hittin them switches I got the rent from my bitches (You fuck around, youse a gonner!); Put this shit back in order And keep in mind that I might be fuckin somebodys daughter My niggas that be keepin it gully and hang on the corner Bitches get the strippin and shakin they shit how they wanna Let me see it mama, and start showin ya shit I love the way you make it bounce and get the throw on ya shit (Chorus) Bounce, represent where you from (Bounce) Let me see ya throw it (bounce), Let me see ya throw it (bounce) To all my ladies (bounce), I love the way you make it (bounce) Let me see ya throw it (bounce), Let me see ya throw it (bounce) EAST COAST NIGGAZ! (bounce); Now let me see ya throw it (bounce) WEST COAST NIGGAZ! (bounce); Now let me see ya throw it (bounce) MY DIRTY SOUTH NIGGAZ! (bounce); Now let me see ya throw it (bounce) MY MIDWEST NIGGAZ! (bounce); Now let me see ya throw it (bounce) (Verse 2) Now let me warn ya (bounce) The way we comin you we bringin the storm ya'll Pack the garden up watchin all of my niggas form ya'll The way we always do it, you sayin we wrong ya'll (ah-roo) You still be lovin the way we put it on ya'll OH BABY! I know you know I really mean well Mizzy givin me head all up inside of my V-12 Female bitches throwin they pussy at retail All up in ya face see every inch of it get detailed (ah-hah!) Now we rollin wit bigger money we foldin (ah-hah!) Crackin (?) in the safe in money we holdin (ah-hah!) Hold on, pause, these bitches be droppin they drawers Layin flat on they stomache and poppin it all on the floor Comin to get us, we tossin ya niggaz like lettuce (uh-auh) Leavin you beat up we threaten the moment you met us Bitches open for bonin' and fuckin they starvin the let us Sweatin and drippin on niggaz and startin to wet us (so!) Check out the way that we reppin we comin to get it (ah-roo!) Get the fuck out the club if you aint rollin wit it I be givin you bitches some shit you be wontin to goggle Hittin these bitches that focus on wantin' to model Wether you whippin up in the truck or you revin' the trottle Or you wlyin up in the club or you throwin the bottle Just let me see it mama! and start showin ya shit I love the way you make it bounce and get the throw on ya shit (Chorus) Bounce |
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from Busta Rhymes - Genesis (2001)
(Busta Talking)
Bounce, Bounce, Bounce niggas Come on bounce, come on bounce, bounce Come on bounce bitches, come on bounce Come on bounce, come on bounce Everybody bounce niggas, come on bounce What come on, come on I'm sayin bounce bitches, come on bounce now (Verse 1) Yes, yes yall, you know we talkin it all See how we bringin the street corner to Cargenie Hall It be so funny to see how badly they want it The fall, fuckin up somethin me and my niggas is ready to brawl (ha!) Now I'm ready to call my niggas get off of the wall I run up in the club like how these bitches will run in the mall While we poppin the collar holla you need to folla the scholar (aiyyoo!) Hustle for dollas and rock it until manana My niggas, KNOW HOW WE DO IT I do it for the love and the riches, my niggas hittin them switches I got the rent from my bitches (You fuck around, youse a gonner!); Put this shit back in order And keep in mind that I might be fuckin somebodys daughter My niggas that be keepin it gully and hang on the corner Bitches get the strippin and shakin they shit how they wanna Let me see it mama, and start showin ya shit I love the way you make it bounce and get the throw on ya shit (Chorus) Bounce, represent where you from (Bounce) Let me see ya throw it (bounce), Let me see ya throw it (bounce) To all my ladies (bounce), I love the way you make it (bounce) Let me see ya throw it (bounce), Let me see ya throw it (bounce) EAST COAST NIGGAZ! (bounce); Now let me see ya throw it (bounce) WEST COAST NIGGAZ! (bounce); Now let me see ya throw it (bounce) MY DIRTY SOUTH NIGGAZ! (bounce); Now let me see ya throw it (bounce) MY MIDWEST NIGGAZ! (bounce); Now let me see ya throw it (bounce) (Verse 2) Now let me warn ya (bounce) The way we comin you we bringin the storm ya'll Pack the garden up watchin all of my niggas form ya'll The way we always do it, you sayin we wrong ya'll (ah-roo) You still be lovin the way we put it on ya'll OH BABY! I know you know I really mean well Mizzy givin me head all up inside of my V-12 Female bitches throwin they pussy at retail All up in ya face see every inch of it get detailed (ah-hah!) Now we rollin wit bigger money we foldin (ah-hah!) Crackin (?) in the safe in money we holdin (ah-hah!) Hold on, pause, these bitches be droppin they drawers Layin flat on they stomache and poppin it all on the floor Comin to get us, we tossin ya niggaz like lettuce (uh-auh) Leavin you beat up we threaten the moment you met us Bitches open for bonin' and fuckin they starvin the let us Sweatin and drippin on niggaz and startin to wet us (so!) Check out the way that we reppin we comin to get it (ah-roo!) Get the fuck out the club if you aint rollin wit it I be givin you bitches some shit you be wontin to goggle Hittin these bitches that focus on wantin' to model Wether you whippin up in the truck or you revin' the trottle Or you wlyin up in the club or you throwin the bottle Just let me see it mama! and start showin ya shit I love the way you make it bounce and get the throw on ya shit (Chorus) Bounce |
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from Busta Rhymes - Genesis (2001)
Yea.. Check it out, see
The only thing you need to do right here is, Is nod your fuckin head Yeah, yeah Break ya fuckin neck bitches Yeah, yeah Here we go now.. Where we goin now? Where we goin now? Give it away, give it away, give it away now Give it away, give it away, give it away now Just give it away nigga Yeah, here we go now [Verse 1] Tell me wat'chu really wanna do (Come here ma) Talk to a nigga, talk with me You look like you could really give it to a nigga, from the way you talk and the way ya try to walk for me The way you really try to put it on a dawg Threw ya hips like ya never did before for me The way you break yo' back, and I break yo' neck, and the way you try to put it on the floor for me (Come on!) Come on (Come on!) Oh yeah Tell me where my niggas is at (Ok!!) Lemme address y'all niggas one time, while I lock that down, and I hit'cha wit that (YOU GONE!) That bomb shit, y'all niggas gone all day Be the nigga in the drop, Y'all niggas know every time I come through, this motherfucker, where we always takin the ride (So let me do this bitch) Y'all niggas know when we come, we be makin it flop, the way we makin it hot'll make a nigga wanna stop... [pause] Get money, then cash that check for me All my niggas just bust yo' tech for me Everybody from every hood bang yo' head, 'til you break your motherfuckin head for me! [Chorus] Just let me give you real street shit, to rap in yo' shit with Recline yo' seat rewind this heat Keep bouncin up and down these streets So nod yo' head and Break yo' neck nigga! Break yo' neck nigga! Break yo' neck nigga! Bang yo' head until you start to Break yo' neck nigga! Break yo' neck nigga! Break yo' neck nigga! Break yo' neck! [Verse 2] Come along now (Let's put it down nigga!) When I bounce back and you know I done caught my breath, y'all niggas all know how we do, when the way we bang niggas in the head, and we do it to death (We fold 'em back whodi!) The fire boy, you know we bakin a ounce I know you love the way we be givin you the music, makin you bounce Now fuck it up just a little for my niggas, everytime we come through niggas know that we did it for y'all (Uh-huh) And the way we do it for the people, niggas know we always give it to y'all I said bounce (Come on!) In the day time or the night, when ya creepin along, Well just bang this shit up in the truck, while you break yo' neck, now motherfucker try to figure my flow See the way we come right through (When we come right through!) We be always blowin the spot, again and again, and make a nigga really wanna STOP... [pause] Better tell yo' crew, yo' peeps, all my niggas better put they troops on And gather up your soldiers nigga, you know you better keep yo' boots on All my niggas in the place (Aiyyo!) Wave your hands high now, and the way we put it down, make a nigga wonder what he really gonna try now What'cha really wanna do? Just place your bet, and put'cha money where ya mouth is (Ah-hoo) All my niggas in the street just break yo' neck and keep on boun-cin! [Chorus] [Verse 3] Here we go, and you know everytime Busta-Bus be holdin the fort, my nigga watch how we shuttin it down, The way we put it on, comin through like a steamroller, me and Dre nigga ain't no fuckin around My nigga (WHAT!) Yeah whattup, Me and my team got a link cuz you know we stay choppin it up And when get up in the club, or how my niggas at the bar how we lockin it up And we get a little (High!) And we get a little (Drunk!) And we get a little (Crunk! Come on!) Lemme give y'all niggas some shit, that'll make you wanna bang this out yo' trunk (Come on!) Get money, then cash that check for me All my niggas just bust yo' tech for me Everybody from every hood, bang yo' head, 'til you break yo' motherfuckin neck for me! [Chorus] |
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from Busta Rhymes - Genesis (2001)
Yea.. Check it out, see
The only thing you need to do right here is, Is nod your fuckin head Yeah, yeah Break ya fuckin neck bitches Yeah, yeah Here we go now.. Where we goin now? Where we goin now? Give it away, give it away, give it away now Give it away, give it away, give it away now Just give it away nigga Yeah, here we go now [Verse 1] Tell me wat'chu really wanna do (Come here ma) Talk to a nigga, talk with me You look like you could really give it to a nigga, from the way you talk and the way ya try to walk for me The way you really try to put it on a dawg Threw ya hips like ya never did before for me The way you break yo' back, and I break yo' neck, and the way you try to put it on the floor for me (Come on!) Come on (Come on!) Oh yeah Tell me where my niggas is at (Ok!!) Lemme address y'all niggas one time, while I lock that down, and I hit'cha wit that (YOU GONE!) That bomb shit, y'all niggas gone all day Be the nigga in the drop, Y'all niggas know every time I come through, this motherfucker, where we always takin the ride (So let me do this bitch) Y'all niggas know when we come, we be makin it flop, the way we makin it hot'll make a nigga wanna stop... [pause] Get money, then cash that check for me All my niggas just bust yo' tech for me Everybody from every hood bang yo' head, 'til you break your motherfuckin head for me! [Chorus] Just let me give you real street shit, to rap in yo' shit with Recline yo' seat rewind this heat Keep bouncin up and down these streets So nod yo' head and Break yo' neck nigga! Break yo' neck nigga! Break yo' neck nigga! Bang yo' head until you start to Break yo' neck nigga! Break yo' neck nigga! Break yo' neck nigga! Break yo' neck! [Verse 2] Come along now (Let's put it down nigga!) When I bounce back and you know I done caught my breath, y'all niggas all know how we do, when the way we bang niggas in the head, and we do it to death (We fold 'em back whodi!) The fire boy, you know we bakin a ounce I know you love the way we be givin you the music, makin you bounce Now fuck it up just a little for my niggas, everytime we come through niggas know that we did it for y'all (Uh-huh) And the way we do it for the people, niggas know we always give it to y'all I said bounce (Come on!) In the day time or the night, when ya creepin along, Well just bang this shit up in the truck, while you break yo' neck, now motherfucker try to figure my flow See the way we come right through (When we come right through!) We be always blowin the spot, again and again, and make a nigga really wanna STOP... [pause] Better tell yo' crew, yo' peeps, all my niggas better put they troops on And gather up your soldiers nigga, you know you better keep yo' boots on All my niggas in the place (Aiyyo!) Wave your hands high now, and the way we put it down, make a nigga wonder what he really gonna try now What'cha really wanna do? Just place your bet, and put'cha money where ya mouth is (Ah-hoo) All my niggas in the street just break yo' neck and keep on boun-cin! [Chorus] [Verse 3] Here we go, and you know everytime Busta-Bus be holdin the fort, my nigga watch how we shuttin it down, The way we put it on, comin through like a steamroller, me and Dre nigga ain't no fuckin around My nigga (WHAT!) Yeah whattup, Me and my team got a link cuz you know we stay choppin it up And when get up in the club, or how my niggas at the bar how we lockin it up And we get a little (High!) And we get a little (Drunk!) And we get a little (Crunk! Come on!) Lemme give y'all niggas some shit, that'll make you wanna bang this out yo' trunk (Come on!) Get money, then cash that check for me All my niggas just bust yo' tech for me Everybody from every hood, bang yo' head, 'til you break yo' motherfuckin neck for me! [Chorus] |
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from Busta Rhymes - Genesis (2001)
Yea.. Check it out, see
The only thing you need to do right here is, Is nod your fuckin head Yeah, yeah Break ya fuckin neck bitches Yeah, yeah Here we go now.. Where we goin now? Where we goin now? Give it away, give it away, give it away now Give it away, give it away, give it away now Just give it away nigga Yeah, here we go now [Verse 1] Tell me wat'chu really wanna do (Come here ma) Talk to a nigga, talk with me You look like you could really give it to a nigga, from the way you talk and the way ya try to walk for me The way you really try to put it on a dawg Threw ya hips like ya never did before for me The way you break yo' back, and I break yo' neck, and the way you try to put it on the floor for me (Come on!) Come on (Come on!) Oh yeah Tell me where my niggas is at (Ok!!) Lemme address y'all niggas one time, while I lock that down, and I hit'cha wit that (YOU GONE!) That bomb shit, y'all niggas gone all day Be the nigga in the drop, Y'all niggas know every time I come through, this motherfucker, where we always takin the ride (So let me do this bitch) Y'all niggas know when we come, we be makin it flop, the way we makin it hot'll make a nigga wanna stop... [pause] Get money, then cash that check for me All my niggas just bust yo' tech for me Everybody from every hood bang yo' head, 'til you break your motherfuckin head for me! [Chorus] Just let me give you real street shit, to rap in yo' shit with Recline yo' seat rewind this heat Keep bouncin up and down these streets So nod yo' head and Break yo' neck nigga! Break yo' neck nigga! Break yo' neck nigga! Bang yo' head until you start to Break yo' neck nigga! Break yo' neck nigga! Break yo' neck nigga! Break yo' neck! [Verse 2] Come along now (Let's put it down nigga!) When I bounce back and you know I done caught my breath, y'all niggas all know how we do, when the way we bang niggas in the head, and we do it to death (We fold 'em back whodi!) The fire boy, you know we bakin a ounce I know you love the way we be givin you the music, makin you bounce Now fuck it up just a little for my niggas, everytime we come through niggas know that we did it for y'all (Uh-huh) And the way we do it for the people, niggas know we always give it to y'all I said bounce (Come on!) In the day time or the night, when ya creepin along, Well just bang this shit up in the truck, while you break yo' neck, now motherfucker try to figure my flow See the way we come right through (When we come right through!) We be always blowin the spot, again and again, and make a nigga really wanna STOP... [pause] Better tell yo' crew, yo' peeps, all my niggas better put they troops on And gather up your soldiers nigga, you know you better keep yo' boots on All my niggas in the place (Aiyyo!) Wave your hands high now, and the way we put it down, make a nigga wonder what he really gonna try now What'cha really wanna do? Just place your bet, and put'cha money where ya mouth is (Ah-hoo) All my niggas in the street just break yo' neck and keep on boun-cin! [Chorus] [Verse 3] Here we go, and you know everytime Busta-Bus be holdin the fort, my nigga watch how we shuttin it down, The way we put it on, comin through like a steamroller, me and Dre nigga ain't no fuckin around My nigga (WHAT!) Yeah whattup, Me and my team got a link cuz you know we stay choppin it up And when get up in the club, or how my niggas at the bar how we lockin it up And we get a little (High!) And we get a little (Drunk!) And we get a little (Crunk! Come on!) Lemme give y'all niggas some shit, that'll make you wanna bang this out yo' trunk (Come on!) Get money, then cash that check for me All my niggas just bust yo' tech for me Everybody from every hood, bang yo' head, 'til you break yo' motherfuckin neck for me! [Chorus] |
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from Busta Rhymes - I Know What You Want [single] (2003)
Yea.. Check it out, see
The only thing you need to do right here is, Is nod your fuckin head Yeah, yeah Break ya fuckin neck bitches Yeah, yeah Here we go now.. Where we goin now? Where we goin now? Give it away, give it away, give it away now Give it away, give it away, give it away now Just give it away nigga Yeah, here we go now [Verse 1] Tell me wat'chu really wanna do (Come here ma) Talk to a nigga, talk with me You look like you could really give it to a nigga, from the way you talk and the way ya try to walk for me The way you really try to put it on a dawg Threw ya hips like ya never did before for me The way you break yo' back, and I break yo' neck, and the way you try to put it on the floor for me (Come on!) Come on (Come on!) Oh yeah Tell me where my niggas is at (Ok!!) Lemme address y'all niggas one time, while I lock that down, and I hit'cha wit that (YOU GONE!) That bomb shit, y'all niggas gone all day Be the nigga in the drop, Y'all niggas know every time I come through, this motherfucker, where we always takin the ride (So let me do this bitch) Y'all niggas know when we come, we be makin it flop, the way we makin it hot'll make a nigga wanna stop... [pause] Get money, then cash that check for me All my niggas just bust yo' tech for me Everybody from every hood bang yo' head, 'til you break your motherfuckin head for me! [Chorus] Just let me give you real street shit, to rap in yo' shit with Recline yo' seat rewind this heat Keep bouncin up and down these streets So nod yo' head and Break yo' neck nigga! Break yo' neck nigga! Break yo' neck nigga! Bang yo' head until you start to Break yo' neck nigga! Break yo' neck nigga! Break yo' neck nigga! Break yo' neck! [Verse 2] Come along now (Let's put it down nigga!) When I bounce back and you know I done caught my breath, y'all niggas all know how we do, when the way we bang niggas in the head, and we do it to death (We fold 'em back whodi!) The fire boy, you know we bakin a ounce I know you love the way we be givin you the music, makin you bounce Now fuck it up just a little for my niggas, everytime we come through niggas know that we did it for y'all (Uh-huh) And the way we do it for the people, niggas know we always give it to y'all I said bounce (Come on!) In the day time or the night, when ya creepin along, Well just bang this shit up in the truck, while you break yo' neck, now motherfucker try to figure my flow See the way we come right through (When we come right through!) We be always blowin the spot, again and again, and make a nigga really wanna STOP... [pause] Better tell yo' crew, yo' peeps, all my niggas better put they troops on And gather up your soldiers nigga, you know you better keep yo' boots on All my niggas in the place (Aiyyo!) Wave your hands high now, and the way we put it down, make a nigga wonder what he really gonna try now What'cha really wanna do? Just place your bet, and put'cha money where ya mouth is (Ah-hoo) All my niggas in the street just break yo' neck and keep on boun-cin! [Chorus] [Verse 3] Here we go, and you know everytime Busta-Bus be holdin the fort, my nigga watch how we shuttin it down, The way we put it on, comin through like a steamroller, me and Dre nigga ain't no fuckin around My nigga (WHAT!) Yeah whattup, Me and my team got a link cuz you know we stay choppin it up And when get up in the club, or how my niggas at the bar how we lockin it up And we get a little (High!) And we get a little (Drunk!) And we get a little (Crunk! Come on!) Lemme give y'all niggas some shit, that'll make you wanna bang this out yo' trunk (Come on!) Get money, then cash that check for me All my niggas just bust yo' tech for me Everybody from every hood, bang yo' head, 'til you break yo' motherfuckin neck for me! [Chorus] |
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from Busta Rhymes - Anarchy (2000)
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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)
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All my niggas in the place What now Talk to my bitches All up in the place See my niggas They be laying all up in the cut now Anyhow I'ma doing my thing And blow the spot baby Maybe bust a little nut now Funny how the older bitches get familiar And try to give a nigga just a little butt now Sing along (smoke now, nigga get high) And get all in this money nigga (before we die) Bitches let me know that you up in the spot (whoop whoop wooo) All of my niggas just shout it at me (yeah yo) Even though it's kind of ill Nigga follow the flow Nigga wanna know where we shine Try'na ball and glow Watch for the sound round When I swallow the dough I'ma do it to ya Like I never did it before Now let me give it to you (flipmode squad baby) Now what the f**k y'all niggas wanna know about the (God baby) Ha Then I jump right out of the whip And I park it My pinky gleam Like a motha f**kin' third of the antarctic Everybody get wild in the spot All my niggas just pile in the spot It's such a shame Somebody might just lose they child in the sky C'mon all my niggas c'mon (what) My niggas that be reppin' with me (what) My niggas that be holding me down (ha hooo) And high steppin' with me (what) C'mon all my bitches c'mon (what) My bitches that be reppin' with me (what) My bitches that be holding me down (whoop whoop woo) And high steppin' with Now Tell me what you niggas really wanna do C'mon now (excuse me) We coming through C'mon now Hit you with the brand new When I'm bumping You don't need to ask who Nigga please (c'mon now) Where the trees (c'mon now) Shit When I'm bouncing And hit you with the flow Then I make you just act a fool One two (one two) Wild like another mad nigga To be ready to back it too Here we go (here we go) A lot of motha f**kas They ain't even got a clue C'mon now Let me school y'all niggas permanently Like a motha f**kin' tattoo C'mon now Hey (hey) Hey (hey) You know you shouldn't (try it) My nigga Before we do shit to (start up a riot) Everytime we come through All the bitches shout (whoop whoop woo) All of my niggas shine if you ready (yeah yeah) Let me blow for a few Nigga c'mon Bounce in the street With the heat stashed under the seat In a range that's blue nigga (c'mon) Cats like you be searching the crib All the weakling niggas in your crew nigga (c'mon) Everytime a nigga come step in the spot Y'all niggas know we come to blow the venue nigga (c'mon) But wait Guess what (guess what) Flipmode to the rescue nigga (c'mon) Y'all (y'all) Know (know) When we put it down Niggas really wanna blow this shit (shit) It's (it's) Like I got a grenade in my hand And you know I wanna throw this shit (yo) Everybody get stuck in the spot You don't really give a f**k in the spot Better watch your whip Because they might just tow your truck from the spot C'mon all my niggas c'mon (what) My niggas that be reppin' with me (what) My niggas that be holding me down (ha hooo) And high steppin' with me (what) C'mon all my bitches c'mon (what) My bitches that be reppin' with me (what) My bitches that be holding me down (whoop whoop woo) And high steppin' with me |
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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 - 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 - (A)Dangerous (B) I Won't Tell, You Won't Tell (1997)
Yo, everytime I MC I'm coming off
Yes it's coming back to me The B-U-S-T-A, HEY!! Yo when I MC I'm coming off Yes it's coming back to me (repeat 3X) The B-U-S-T-A, HEY!! Salute in sight/site, or get caught in the crossfire Crush and trip the circuits, my niggaz is haywire For sure corny nigga your time will soon expire Retire cause your name ain't no longer on the flyer You abuse your every blessing, go say another pray-er Still on the first floor, I take you a level higher Your Miss O'Hara a la sweater smear off your mascara Can't take the heat, switch to eyeline, yo call Sara Rhymes penetrate the flesh and effect the bone marrow Your dry spell flows sound like they stranded in de Sahara Smoke bombs, salute all my niggaz who smoke charms Let's take it to the garden or fields and smoke out the fat farms OD'ing on the beat like the needles up in my arm Then I whip your ass if you do not listen just like your moms When I count to five, by the time I open my palm I'ma fuck you up, like the United States got by Vietnam I go... Yo, everytime I MC I'm coming off Yes it's coming back to me The B-U-S-T-A, HEY!! Yo when I MC I'm coming off Yes it's coming back to me (repeat 3X) The B-U-S-T-A, HEY!! Rhyme flows cause damage on niggaz that's unforgiven Faggot must be getting dick in the ass yo, how ya livin? You must been driven two up your ass when you was in prison Up in the streets frontin like you hardcore, that's done forbidden Everytime I bomb this be predictions from Nostradamus Busta Rhymes to fan bombs on your head and that's a promise The one thing that seems to be funny yet never stated is that I been creatin shit niggaz think they originatin My displays make you feel like you need some x-rays My music make y'all celebrate like important holidays We got to break fool tactics and carry on with tradition Whippin in the Tahoe, and we wild in the Exhibition Wild bend your mindstate, smash your transmission With no permission, you crossed the line and catch a whippin Before I wash y'all niggaz down like liquid detergent Watch the flame before I overcook shit, and start the burnin So, watch me turn it on y'all niggaz that try to learn it Gotta work to earn it, can't come in without a permit So hot, the wicked shit soundin so official Little whistles sign with the blast of my SCUD missile Pass the peas international paper stackin G's Overseas please you drivin nothin, pass the keys Get subdued, watch me shoot dope, y'all know my attribute HUH, make y'all niggaz jump with no parachute, like Yo, everytime I MC I'm coming off Yes it's coming back to me The B-U-S-T-A, HEY!! Yo when I MC I'm coming off Yes it's coming back to me (repeat 3X) The B-U-S-T-A, HEY!! |
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from Busta Rhymes - (A)Dangerous (B) I Won't Tell, You Won't Tell (1997)
Yo, everytime I MC I'm coming off
Yes it's coming back to me The B-U-S-T-A, HEY!! Yo when I MC I'm coming off Yes it's coming back to me (repeat 3X) The B-U-S-T-A, HEY!! Salute in sight/site, or get caught in the crossfire Crush and trip the circuits, my niggaz is haywire For sure corny nigga your time will soon expire Retire cause your name ain't no longer on the flyer You abuse your every blessing, go say another pray-er Still on the first floor, I take you a level higher Your Miss O'Hara a la sweater smear off your mascara Can't take the heat, switch to eyeline, yo call Sara Rhymes penetrate the flesh and effect the bone marrow Your dry spell flows sound like they stranded in de Sahara Smoke bombs, salute all my niggaz who smoke charms Let's take it to the garden or fields and smoke out the fat farms OD'ing on the beat like the needles up in my arm Then I whip your ass if you do not listen just like your moms When I count to five, by the time I open my palm I'ma fuck you up, like the United States got by Vietnam I go... Yo, everytime I MC I'm coming off Yes it's coming back to me The B-U-S-T-A, HEY!! Yo when I MC I'm coming off Yes it's coming back to me (repeat 3X) The B-U-S-T-A, HEY!! Rhyme flows cause damage on niggaz that's unforgiven Faggot must be getting dick in the ass yo, how ya livin? You must been driven two up your ass when you was in prison Up in the streets frontin like you hardcore, that's done forbidden Everytime I bomb this be predictions from Nostradamus Busta Rhymes to fan bombs on your head and that's a promise The one thing that seems to be funny yet never stated is that I been creatin shit niggaz think they originatin My displays make you feel like you need some x-rays My music make y'all celebrate like important holidays We got to break fool tactics and carry on with tradition Whippin in the Tahoe, and we wild in the Exhibition Wild bend your mindstate, smash your transmission With no permission, you crossed the line and catch a whippin Before I wash y'all niggaz down like liquid detergent Watch the flame before I overcook shit, and start the burnin So, watch me turn it on y'all niggaz that try to learn it Gotta work to earn it, can't come in without a permit So hot, the wicked shit soundin so official Little whistles sign with the blast of my SCUD missile Pass the peas international paper stackin G's Overseas please you drivin nothin, pass the keys Get subdued, watch me shoot dope, y'all know my attribute HUH, make y'all niggaz jump with no parachute, like Yo, everytime I MC I'm coming off Yes it's coming back to me The B-U-S-T-A, HEY!! Yo when I MC I'm coming off Yes it's coming back to me (repeat 3X) The B-U-S-T-A, HEY!! |
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from Busta Rhymes - When Disaster Strikes (1997)
Hey, another one of them Flipmode joints
Busta Rhymes y'all, word mother y'all, check it out y'all Just swing to the left, swing to the right Make ya feel good, feel alright One time, feel good yeah y'all Busta Rhymes in the place y'all Makin you feel real good y'all Flipmode is the Squad in the place y'all Verse One: Busta Rhymes Buckwild to all of my niggaz who don't care Floss like a bunch of young black millionaires Makin ya run, me and my Dunn, stackin my ones Floss a lil', invest up in a mutual fund Blowin the horn, a sense of every day I was born Never dream I see a nigga landscaping my lawn Dangerous, my nigga shit be accurate Have to get, the flow be so immaculate Aiyyo, aiyyo, watchin my dough, sippin my Moe' Slippin in slow, them pretty bitches sayin hello Anyway go 'head and diss, play your Oil of Olay Little honeydip within a little Cariola I don't mean to hold you up but I got somethin to say Swear to only give you hot shit everyday Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us You strange to us, that's when we gettin dangerous, come on Chorus: Busta Rhymes This, is, serious We could make you delirious You should have a healthy fear of us Cause too much of us is dangerous So dangerous, we so dangerous My Flipmode Squad is dangerous So dangerous, we so dangerous My whole entire unit is dangerous Verse Two: Busta Rhymes Hold your breath, we swingin it from right to left Word to Wyclef, nigga shit be hot to death Stayin Alive, you know only the stronger survive Holdin my heat, under my seat, whippin my five Bassline for all of my people movin around Give me a pound, all of my niggaz holdin it down Cuttin you up, the new shit, ruckin you up Fuckin you up, my black hole, suckin you up Back in the days, a nigga used to be ass out Now a nigga holdin several money market accounts Blaze the street, and then I would just like to announce Feelin my groove, my jigga jigga makin you bounce Others is fair, me and my niggaz breakin the bread Straight gettin it, we got you niggaz holdin your head Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us You strange to us, that's when we gettin dangerous, come on Chorus Interlude: Busta Rhymes One time y'all Throw your hands real high y'all Yea, get down y'all Let me see you all y'all Busta Rhymes, Flipmode y'all Nineteen ninety eight y'all Ha, get down ya'll Let's have a ball y'all Verse Three: Busta Rhymes Feelin the heat up in the street rockin the beat Step up in the club, take me to my reserved seat Comin around, all of my niggaz surround me So much bottles of liquor, y'all niggaz'll drown me Makin ya drunk, feelin the funk, blazin the skunk Stay hittin with the shit that blow a hole in ya trunk Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us You strange to us that's when we gettin dangerous, come on Chorus |
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from Busta Rhymes - (A)Dangerous (B) I Won't Tell, You Won't Tell (1997)
Make ya feel good , make ya feel all right
One time Feel good yea ya'll Busta Rhymes in the place ya'll Make you feel real good ya'll Flipmode is the squad in the place ya'll Buck wild for all of my niggas who don't care floss like a bunch of young black millionaires Makin ya run, me and my gun Stackin my ones floss a little, invest up in a mutual funds Blowin the horn since the very day I was born never dreamed I see a nigga landscapimg my lawn Dangerous, my niggas shit be accurate Have to get, the flow be so emaculate A yo a yo watchin my dough, sippin my moe Slippin in slow, them pretty bitches sayin hello Any wiggle hittin this play oil of oley Little honey dip whip in within a little cabriolet I don't mean to hold you up But I got somethin to say Swear to only give you hot shit everyday Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us You strange to us That's when we gettin dangerous Come on Chorus: This is serious We can make you delirious You should have a healthy fear of us Cause to much of us is dangerous So dangerous we dangerous My Flipmode squad is dangerous So dangerous we dangerous My whole entire unit is dangerous Hold your breath We swingin it from right to left Word to Wyclef nigga'z shit be hot to death Stayin alive, you know only the strongest survive Holdin my heat under my seat , whippin the five Baseline for all of my people movin around Give me a pound All of my niggaz holdin it down cuttin you up The new shit wrekin you up fuckin you up My black hole suckin you up Back in the days niggaz use to be ass out Now a nigga holdin several money market accounts Blaze the street and then I would just like to announce Feelin my grove My jiga jiga makin you bounce Others is fare, me and my niggas breakin the bridge Straight gettin it, we got you niggas holdin your head Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us You strange to us that's when we gettin dangerous Come on Chorus One time ya'll Throw your hands real high ya'll Yea, get down ya'll Let me see you all ya'll Busta Rhymes, Flipmode ya'll Nineteen ninety eight ya'll Ha, get down ya'll, lets have a ball ya'll Feelin the heat up in the street rockin the beat Step up in the club, take me to my reserved seat Comin around, all of my niggaz surround me So much bottles of liquer, ya'll niggaz will drown me Makin ya drunk, feelin the funk, blazin the skunk Stay hitten with the shit that blow a hole in ya trunk Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us You strange to us that's when we gettin dangerous Come on Chorus |
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from Busta Rhymes - (A)Dangerous (B) I Won't Tell, You Won't Tell (1997)
Make ya feel good , make ya feel all right
One time Feel good yea ya'll Busta Rhymes in the place ya'll Make you feel real good ya'll Flipmode is the squad in the place ya'll Buck wild for all of my niggas who don't care floss like a bunch of young black millionaires Makin ya run, me and my gun Stackin my ones floss a little, invest up in a mutual funds Blowin the horn since the very day I was born never dreamed I see a nigga landscapimg my lawn Dangerous, my niggas shit be accurate Have to get, the flow be so emaculate A yo a yo watchin my dough, sippin my moe Slippin in slow, them pretty bitches sayin hello Any wiggle hittin this play oil of oley Little honey dip whip in within a little cabriolet I don't mean to hold you up But I got somethin to say Swear to only give you hot shit everyday Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us You strange to us That's when we gettin dangerous Come on Chorus: This is serious We can make you delirious You should have a healthy fear of us Cause to much of us is dangerous So dangerous we dangerous My Flipmode squad is dangerous So dangerous we dangerous My whole entire unit is dangerous Hold your breath We swingin it from right to left Word to Wyclef nigga'z shit be hot to death Stayin alive, you know only the strongest survive Holdin my heat under my seat , whippin the five Baseline for all of my people movin around Give me a pound All of my niggaz holdin it down cuttin you up The new shit wrekin you up fuckin you up My black hole suckin you up Back in the days niggaz use to be ass out Now a nigga holdin several money market accounts Blaze the street and then I would just like to announce Feelin my grove My jiga jiga makin you bounce Others is fare, me and my niggas breakin the bridge Straight gettin it, we got you niggas holdin your head Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us You strange to us that's when we gettin dangerous Come on Chorus One time ya'll Throw your hands real high ya'll Yea, get down ya'll Let me see you all ya'll Busta Rhymes, Flipmode ya'll Nineteen ninety eight ya'll Ha, get down ya'll, lets have a ball ya'll Feelin the heat up in the street rockin the beat Step up in the club, take me to my reserved seat Comin around, all of my niggaz surround me So much bottles of liquer, ya'll niggaz will drown me Makin ya drunk, feelin the funk, blazin the skunk Stay hitten with the shit that blow a hole in ya trunk Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us You strange to us that's when we gettin dangerous Come on Chorus |
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from Busta Rhymes - (A)Dangerous (B) I Won't Tell, You Won't Tell (1997)
Make ya feel good , make ya feel all right
One time Feel good yea ya'll Busta Rhymes in the place ya'll Make you feel real good ya'll Flipmode is the squad in the place ya'll Buck wild for all of my niggas who don't care floss like a bunch of young black millionaires Makin ya run, me and my gun Stackin my ones floss a little, invest up in a mutual funds Blowin the horn since the very day I was born never dreamed I see a nigga landscapimg my lawn Dangerous, my niggas shit be accurate Have to get, the flow be so emaculate A yo a yo watchin my dough, sippin my moe Slippin in slow, them pretty bitches sayin hello Any wiggle hittin this play oil of oley Little honey dip whip in within a little cabriolet I don't mean to hold you up But I got somethin to say Swear to only give you hot shit everyday Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us You strange to us That's when we gettin dangerous Come on Chorus: This is serious We can make you delirious You should have a healthy fear of us Cause to much of us is dangerous So dangerous we dangerous My Flipmode squad is dangerous So dangerous we dangerous My whole entire unit is dangerous Hold your breath We swingin it from right to left Word to Wyclef nigga'z shit be hot to death Stayin alive, you know only the strongest survive Holdin my heat under my seat , whippin the five Baseline for all of my people movin around Give me a pound All of my niggaz holdin it down cuttin you up The new shit wrekin you up fuckin you up My black hole suckin you up Back in the days niggaz use to be ass out Now a nigga holdin several money market accounts Blaze the street and then I would just like to announce Feelin my grove My jiga jiga makin you bounce Others is fare, me and my niggas breakin the bridge Straight gettin it, we got you niggas holdin your head Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us You strange to us that's when we gettin dangerous Come on Chorus One time ya'll Throw your hands real high ya'll Yea, get down ya'll Let me see you all ya'll Busta Rhymes, Flipmode ya'll Nineteen ninety eight ya'll Ha, get down ya'll, lets have a ball ya'll Feelin the heat up in the street rockin the beat Step up in the club, take me to my reserved seat Comin around, all of my niggaz surround me So much bottles of liquer, ya'll niggaz will drown me Makin ya drunk, feelin the funk, blazin the skunk Stay hitten with the shit that blow a hole in ya trunk Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us You strange to us that's when we gettin dangerous Come on Chorus |
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from Busta Rhymes - Rhino Hi-Five: Busta Rhymes (2006)
Make ya feel good , make ya feel all right
One time Feel good yea ya'll Busta Rhymes in the place ya'll Make you feel real good ya'll Flipmode is the squad in the place ya'll Buck wild for all of my niggas who don't care floss like a bunch of young black millionaires Makin ya run, me and my gun Stackin my ones floss a little, invest up in a mutual funds Blowin the horn since the very day I was born never dreamed I see a nigga landscapimg my lawn Dangerous, my niggas shit be accurate Have to get, the flow be so emaculate A yo a yo watchin my dough, sippin my moe Slippin in slow, them pretty bitches sayin hello Any wiggle hittin this play oil of oley Little honey dip whip in within a little cabriolet I don't mean to hold you up But I got somethin to say Swear to only give you hot shit everyday Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us You strange to us That's when we gettin dangerous Come on Chorus: This is serious We can make you delirious You should have a healthy fear of us Cause to much of us is dangerous So dangerous we dangerous My Flipmode squad is dangerous So dangerous we dangerous My whole entire unit is dangerous Hold your breath We swingin it from right to left Word to Wyclef nigga'z shit be hot to death Stayin alive, you know only the strongest survive Holdin my heat under my seat , whippin the five Baseline for all of my people movin around Give me a pound All of my niggaz holdin it down cuttin you up The new shit wrekin you up fuckin you up My black hole suckin you up Back in the days niggaz use to be ass out Now a nigga holdin several money market accounts Blaze the street and then I would just like to announce Feelin my grove My jiga jiga makin you bounce Others is fare, me and my niggas breakin the bridge Straight gettin it, we got you niggas holdin your head Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us You strange to us that's when we gettin dangerous Come on Chorus One time ya'll Throw your hands real high ya'll Yea, get down ya'll Let me see you all ya'll Busta Rhymes, Flipmode ya'll Nineteen ninety eight ya'll Ha, get down ya'll, lets have a ball ya'll Feelin the heat up in the street rockin the beat Step up in the club, take me to my reserved seat Comin around, all of my niggaz surround me So much bottles of liquer, ya'll niggaz will drown me Makin ya drunk, feelin the funk, blazin the skunk Stay hitten with the shit that blow a hole in ya trunk Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us You strange to us that's when we gettin dangerous Come on Chorus |
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from Rhino Hi-Five: Rap [Vol 1] (2006)
Make ya feel good , make ya feel all right
One time Feel good yea ya'll Busta Rhymes in the place ya'll Make you feel real good ya'll Flipmode is the squad in the place ya'll Buck wild for all of my niggas who don't care floss like a bunch of young black millionaires Makin ya run, me and my gun Stackin my ones floss a little, invest up in a mutual funds Blowin the horn since the very day I was born never dreamed I see a nigga landscapimg my lawn Dangerous, my niggas shit be accurate Have to get, the flow be so emaculate A yo a yo watchin my dough, sippin my moe Slippin in slow, them pretty bitches sayin hello Any wiggle hittin this play oil of oley Little honey dip whip in within a little cabriolet I don't mean to hold you up But I got somethin to say Swear to only give you hot shit everyday Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us You strange to us That's when we gettin dangerous Come on Chorus: This is serious We can make you delirious You should have a healthy fear of us Cause to much of us is dangerous So dangerous we dangerous My Flipmode squad is dangerous So dangerous we dangerous My whole entire unit is dangerous Hold your breath We swingin it from right to left Word to Wyclef nigga'z shit be hot to death Stayin alive, you know only the strongest survive Holdin my heat under my seat , whippin the five Baseline for all of my people movin around Give me a pound All of my niggaz holdin it down cuttin you up The new shit wrekin you up fuckin you up My black hole suckin you up Back in the days niggaz use to be ass out Now a nigga holdin several money market accounts Blaze the street and then I would just like to announce Feelin my grove My jiga jiga makin you bounce Others is fare, me and my niggas breakin the bridge Straight gettin it, we got you niggas holdin your head Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us You strange to us that's when we gettin dangerous Come on Chorus One time ya'll Throw your hands real high ya'll Yea, get down ya'll Let me see you all ya'll Busta Rhymes, Flipmode ya'll Nineteen ninety eight ya'll Ha, get down ya'll, lets have a ball ya'll Feelin the heat up in the street rockin the beat Step up in the club, take me to my reserved seat Comin around, all of my niggaz surround me So much bottles of liquer, ya'll niggaz will drown me Makin ya drunk, feelin the funk, blazin the skunk Stay hitten with the shit that blow a hole in ya trunk Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us You strange to us that's when we gettin dangerous Come on Chorus |
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from Busta Rhymes - Back On My B.S. (2009)
I made a decision,
despite all the things that we go thru I’m going to take more time with you, and be a friend indeed I made a decision, that everything will be alright Going to stay strong and keep it tight, I’ll be there indeed Let me talk to you, when it feels like the sun ain’t shining bright enough It’s like the devil’s trying to work to give ???? And though I’m blessed, I still gotta handle of things I go through It’s good to have a friend, with another perspective to show you Someone you know that knows you, and gives you motivation Someone that you can go to, and vent your frustration We always talk about our peeps, how we be everywhere When you need ‘em the most, are they really ever there? See , every thing be all good when we be havin’ fun The difference is really needing a friend than having one It’s good when your peoples are there to help your problems And help you smile about i t while finding a way to solve it Look at hear, let me keep it at 100 and let me tell ya How you hold me down is something I genuinely value I got a clearer view, and being that you’re always here for me I’ll be here for you I made a decision, despite all the things that we go thru I’m going to take more time with you, and be a friend indeed I made a decision, that everything will be alright Going to stay strong and keep it tight, I’ll be there indeed Well, how you been baby? But I’m sayin’ Even though we probably link up every now and then With minimal convo, look it’s real good to see you friend Something that we allow that I don’t even have to mention Is whether or not you got me, that’s something that I never question Sometimes I feel that the people that I love don’t appreciate me And some hate to see the shit I’ve been going through lately See you was here, when it started to haywire You’re still here, walkin with me going thru the fire And I really love you for it, I know you all relate too On everything that I believe a nd I appreciate it you And just for that, it don’t matter you can put that on my name The way you rep me, let me be there just for you the same Sometimes the pressure and the pain, it be wearin’ me out But I thank you for just bein’ there and for hearin’ me out I got a clearer view, I thank God that you’re here for me and I’m here for you I made a decision, despite all the things that we go thru I’m going to take more time with you, and be a friend indeed I made a decision, that everything will be alright Going to stay strong and keep it tight, I’ll be there indeed I, look in your eye, and I see the pain in it Life’s a game, maybe the game did it I know I changed, t hey say the fame did it Life’s changed, maybe the game did it Two friends, now in two different places And the mister catchin’ planes, and you catching cases Friendship, we never based it on position No matter the game, we both shared the same vision Decisions to split us in the place that life seemed to hit us I would come to town and never get up, with you Around then, things weren’t so simple I had my own issues that I was trying to get through Outside chatter, messing with our mental On the chase of ???? trust, you can’t forget to It’s the real friends, that you’ve got to tend to No matter how far, just know that I’m with you I made a decision, despite all the things that we go thru I’m going to take more time with you, and be a friend indeed I made a decision, that everything will be alright Going to stay strong and keep it tight, I’ll be there indeed I made a decision.. |
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from Royce Da 5'9" - Street Hop (Deluxe) (2010)
[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Aiyyo Royce Da 5'9" Why you wan' share your food with these niggaz? We don't share food in the recession Bite these niggaz like you bite the microphone [Royce Da 5'9"] Livin legend inside of a Smith & Wesson slidin out of the barrel I'm fire, don't try me cause I am HOT! Police cars with they sirens combined when I'm rhymin Sayin they got a call that somebody 'round here done fired SHOTS! Mac-11's in order, the flow is like water Each quote's a quarter of blow, the chorus is followed by the DOT! Goons, goblins and creatures and monsters are bouncin And beat ya and stomp ya and eat ya, don't get swallowed by the BLOCK! I pay a shrink every week to basically tell me "Lay here and speak to me" just to say how psychotic I am NOT! I'm too fly with the viral and physical copies, niggaz sloppy Look up what you under, I'm what you tryin to TOP! I'm scared and compared to no man, I'm like the big hand on Big Ben I get in and I'm hittin my numbers 'round the CLOCK! I'm 'bout to give it back to my nigga Busta Bust and have a seat It's convenient I'm already coppin a SQUAT! {*echoes*} [Interlude: Busta Rhymes] Nowadays when niggaz walk around They start to look like hamburgers and frankfurters Aiyyo Royce Da 5'9" Feed on these motherfuckers homie, c'mon! [Royce Da 5'9"] Take him, gut him and take out his organs and smorgasbord him The more important he is I'm toe-taggin his BEAT! Turn him to chicken chowder, dip him in some sniffin powder Season him with gasoline and THROW his ass in the CREASE! Mention my name in a record I'ma come get you lyrically Individually I'ma take it back to the STREETS! Cannibalistic mentality, rappers hatin, decapitate him Rap 'bout what I naturally happen to BE! Flow is superb and you heard us forget it, two verses Two murders acquitted, personally it's a wrap, CAPICHE? Fingers snappin and tappin they feet, clappin what happened the street 'Bout to happily bring it back to the D! Niggaz claimin harder that all of this time Niggaz believe him until I see him and then slap him and SEE! I ain't havin it, havoc is average to me War's normal, only thing I'm havin is havin a FEAST! {*echoes*} [Interlude: Busta Rhymes] Royce Da 5'9", you my dawg and I'm yo' dawg Bein that I already sic'ed you on these motherfuckers It's yo' turn to sic me on they ass Let's go! [Busta Rhymes] Every time that I marry the rhyme and the beat I go hairy and grind in the street then I'm fuckin up E'RYBODY Mobilizin shit like we gorillas and peelin your skin Like we banana peelers, it's hazardous if you copy Don't you know that I'm one of the coldest courageous, the boldest contagious Ain't no one can phase this thing that I do Well you know since I report the latest that niggaz can't fuck with me Cause I'm the greatest, my shit is sick like the FLU You see I'm animalistic, the cataclysmic events That'll happen whenever I grab the mic and talk Indeed them bag us specifically that I'm hickory dickory dock Of this rizzy, the diddy bop in my walk Now I'm the messenger to set the temperature nigga Whenever the heat will be needed to hot the block up, I'm sayin I got the dillinger, Harry Kissinger with the ratchet The fact is I'm back with the clack and the click, see I ain't playin! [Outro: Busta Rhymes] {*laughs*} Why oh why oh WHY! Royce Da 5'9" please tell me why! Why the fuck these niggaz gon' let us get together and do this shit to 'em It's so fuckin unfair! Shit is so unfair! {*chuckles*} |
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from Mos Def 1집 - Black On Both Sides (1999)
[Mos Def] Back up, back up, back up, back up Back up back up back up back up EASE off This goes out to all area crew (yes yes) To my BK crew (ooh-OOOOOOOH-WHEEE) to my QB crew My LI crew, my Shaolin crew My Dirty South crew (What cha'll niggaz about the Dirty South?) Atlanta, North Cakalak' For all my fam, all area crew (AOWWWWWWWWW) Yeah mon!! Yes, the first cut should be the deepest to penetrate beyond the muscle wall's inner regions First you was icin me, connect with the starin at the speakers Heard the rhyme, head high, what ya starin at ya sneakers You shy now, got a lot of things on your mind now You don't feel fly now, you huntin the exit sign down Fuck what you heard, cause I snatch the grapevine down (yea yeah) Don't understand how I ran the line down, rewind now [Busta Rhymes] YO!! We be the most magnetic, so athletic Leave your peeps on the side so they can watch you and your mans get it Take the arch rivalry stance up on the podium And give the flavor to niggaz but keep it low on sodium Posess shit that got you wonderin how we holdin em Things that'll lay you out like a piece of linoleum Bring who-ever you want, we bout to bug son and bounce down to Henry Hudson, after I bust one! [BR] Yo Mos Def! [MD] Alright okay [BR] How you feel? [MD] Feelin great [BR] Whatcha want? [MD] I wan' do it to death, whassup wit you? [BR] You know my steez [MD] True indeed [BR] Say it loud [MD] Black and proud Ain't no time to hesitate at the gate Do it now! Bus-a-Bus [BR] What-a-gwan? [MD] How you feel? [BR] Feelin GREAT! [MD] Whatchu want? [BR] I wanna do it to death, whattup wit you? [MD] You know my steez [BR] True indeed [MD] Say it loud [BR] Black and proud [MD] Ain't no time to hesitate at the gate Do it now! [Mos Def] Hay dios mio, me and Bustarimo ?? The hottest negroes en Los Estados Unidos Hotter than Reno when discovered by Bugsy Siegal I'm black like Don Cheadle shoutin power to the people My rhymes dipping like the lifeline on the e-boat The raw sugar cane, NutraSweet, never Equal If you in a Benzito or your mother's Buick Regal I get up like Chino shoutin power to the people!! [Busta Rhymes] Yo, me and the Mighty Mos shine like a light post Live nigga shit be straight FUCKIN UP THE WHITE FOLKS That's why they with it now, because niggaz like me and you we did it now, brought it to that level so they GET IT NOW We graduated saturated the game now Infatuated with the fame now let me explain how we doin this, at any time or any place ready willin and able let's get the dough secure the FOOD ON THE TABLE [BR] Ay Mos Def [MD] Oh my God.. [BR] How you feel? [MD] I'm feelin great [BR] Whatcha want? [MD] Wanna do it to death, whassup wit you? [BR] You know my steez [MD] True indeed [BR] Say it loud [MD] Black and proud Ain't no time to hesitate at the gate Do it now! Bus-a-Bus [BR] Rhymes Galore! [MD] What the deal? [BR] Feelin GREAT! [MD] Whatchu want? [BR] Wanna do it to death, WHATTUP wit you?! [MD] You know my steez [BR] True indeed [MD] Say it loud [BR] Black and proud [MD] Ain't no time to hesitate at the gate Do it now! [Mos Def] From East West North and South I got joints for all of those Heavy aquatic water flows keep them on they toes Tell them thugs that wanna be CEO's to be derobed 'Fore I wear your little dumb ass out like Easter clothes! [Busta Rhymes] Yo, yo-yo yo-yo It's like a freak show, soon as my heat blow Sometime I speak slow so people understand my street flow And while we keep it hot, we got the most shine up in this WHOLE SHIT, me and Mos spit and blow the show quick [Mos Def] WATCH OWT! Your pussy sound get bucked Souf Mos 'n Bussa Rhymes too bad man-a-shutout WATCH OWT! Give a damn whut fancy car ya hop owt Shut down your game like da NBA lockout [Busta Rhymes] Ya betta WATCH OWT! I'm bout to black on niggaz like I'm blowin on a sax, blowin my gats on niggaz Blowin my raps on niggaz - now let me mash out We fatter than the biggest ass chicks pokin they ass out! [BR] Hey Mos Def [MD] Magnetism [BR] How you feel? [MD] Feelin great! [BR] Whatcha want? [MD] I wan' do it to death, whassup wit you? [BR] You know my steez [MD] True indeed [BR] Say it loud [MD] Black and proud Ain't no time to hesitate at the gate Do it now! Bus-a-Bus [BR] Woo-HAH! [MD] How you feel?! [BR] Feelin GREAT! [MD] Whatchu want? [BR] I wanna do it to death, WHATTUP wit you?! [MD] You know my steez! [BR] True indeed [MD] Say it LOUD! [BR] Black and proud! [MD] Ain't no time to hesitate at the gate Do it now! [Mos Def] What what, we got to do it, do it We got to do it, do it, make me do it, do it What.. wha-what-what, we got to do it, do it Make me do it, do it Do it do it do it now! What what, we got to do it, do it Do we do it, do it, do it, ah do it now! What what, we got to do it, do it Got to do it, do it Do it now! AOWWWWWWWWWWWW! |
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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 - The Coming [Clean Version] (1996)
Hahahhahhhhhahhhh, ah!
(in background:) Watch me get down and just do my thing baby (8X) Whoooo! Yes yes y'all Busta Rhymes in the place to be, in the place to be Hah, Flipmode is the place to be, in the place to be Hah, party people it's me, let me do my thing Let me do my thing, let me do my thing Baby doll follow me baby Let me do my thing, just, check me out now Open up your door, let me on in I just be wonderin -- if I could "do my thing baby" Y'all think fast, before I get, all in your ass Bend your frame like plexiglass You motherfuckers, be actin like you, don't know the half You and your whole staff, make me laugh Hah-hah-hah, hoh, y'all, you need to sing my song With your similar features like Olivia Newton-John Damn, OHH! I make the whole place warm, then hit you with some shit that make you niggaz look deformed Now, stay tuned to every Busta Rhymes, coming soon I will King Kong on niggaz like guerilla monsoon, soon Whoaahhh, what seems to be the whole analysis? Busta Rhymes just be rippin shit, type miraculous Bang you on your head so hard, shit be formin callouses Let me get this loot so we can move up in these palaces (in background:) Watch me get down and just do my thing baby (8X) Word is bond Let me do my thing, let me do my thing Let me do my thing Flipmode is the Squad, let us do our thing Let us do our thing, hah Yes yes baby, Busta Rhymes Let me do my thing! Let let let me do my thing, hah! When I step in the place you should keep your mouth closed Take your fat finger out your nose You should just pay attention, and watch how I wild on records Make you sing, "The Lord is my shepherd!" In the process I do away with all nonsense Hit you with magic like my name was Pocahontas The dread, gon' make you party til you dead Niggaz quick to talk shit.. OOPS! Upside your head Put your head to bed -- let me do my thing -- nuff said Shit so hot make your chickenhead do the spread Tell me what you said -- I said I never leave you misled While you bullshit, I'd rather get the lucci instead Hah-huh-hah-hee-hah! Flip until you fall Whylin in your whip, til you crash into a brick wall Through the nine-six, I be that nigga that be priceless Always blowin up your spot, bringin more surprises You, you know you really need to come clean Let me do my thing, don't you even try to intervene I will endanger your species like an ostrich Hold you hostage, and crazy feed you swine sausage HAH! I be the number one chosen just to keep you open Chill with your thoughts I got your brain frozen Pay the prices made the needed sacrifices To present the grand opening of Flipmode Enterprises (in background:) Watch me get down and just do my thing baby (8X) Hah hah, hahhahhh! Whohh, let me do my thing! Let me do my thing, please! Let me do my thing - Flipmode is the Squad y'all! Let us do our thing, please, let us do our thing Oh yes it's me, yes it's the Squad Flipmode, we gon' do our thing Let me do my thing for nine-five, nine-six, suck dick Yes I got the bag full of brand new tricks Dead in the face, yes I'm gon' hit you with hits Oh my God, me and my niggaz.. (drowned out by:) Let me get down, do my thing (4X) |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Coming (1998)
Hahahhahhhhhahhhh ah! (in background: Watch me get down and just do my thing baby) *8X* Whoooo! Yes yes y'all Busta Rhymes in the place to be in the place to be Hah Flipmode is the place to be in the place to be Hah party people it's me let me do my thing Let me do my thing let me do my thing Baby doll follow me baby Let me do my thing just check me out now Open up your door let me on in I just be wonderin -- if I could "do my thing baby" Y'all think fast, before I get, all in your ass Bend your frame like plexiglass You motherfuckers, be actin like you, don't know the half You and your whole staff, make me laugh Hah-hah-hah, hoh, y'all, you need to sing my song With your similar features like Olivia Newton-John Damn, OHH! I make the whole place warm, then hit you with some shit that make you niggaz look deformed Now, stay tuned to every Busta Rhymes, coming soon I will King Kong on niggaz like guerilla monsoon, soon Whoaahhh, what seems to be the whole analysis? Busta Rhymes just be rippin shit, type miraculous Bang you on your head so hard, shit be formin callouses Let me get this loot so we can move up in these palaces (in background: Watch me get down and just do my thing baby) *8X* Word is bond Let me do my thing, let me do my thing Let me do my thing Flipmode is the Squad, let us do our thing Let us do our thing, hah Yes yes baby, Busta Rhymes Let me do my thing! Let let let me do my thing, hah! When I step in the place you should keep your mouth closed Take your fat finger out your nose You should just pay attention, and watch how I wild on records Make you sing, "The Lord is my shepherd!" In the process I do away with all nonsense Hit you with magic like my name was Pocahontas The dread, gon' make you party til you dead Niggaz quick to talk shit.. OOPS! Upside your head Put your head to bed -- let me do my thing -- nuff said Shit so hot make your chickenhead do the spread Tell me what you said -- I said I never leave you misled While you bullshit, I'd rather get the lucci instead Hah-huh-hah-hee-hah! Flip until you fall Whylin in your whip, til you crash into a brick wall Through the nine-six, I be that nigga that be priceless Always blowin up your spot, bringin more surprises You, you know you really need to come clean Let me do my thing, don't you even try to intervene I will endanger your species like an ostrich Hold you hostage, and crazy feed you swine sausage HAH! I be the number one chosen just to keep you open Chill with your thoughts I got your brain frozen Pay the prices made the needed sacrifices To present the grand opening of Flipmode Enterprises (in background: Watch me get down and just do my thing baby) *8X* Hah hah, hahhahhh! Whohh, let me do my thing! Let me do my thing, please! Let me do my thing - Flipmode is the Squad y'all! Let us do our thing, please, let us do our thing Oh yes it's me, yes it's the Squad Flipmode, we gon' do our thing Let me do my thing for nine-five, nine-six, suck dick Yes I got the bag full of brand new tricks Dead in the face, yes I'm gon' hit you with hits Oh my God, me and my niggaz.. (drowned out by: Let me get down, do my thing) *4X |
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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 - Back On My B.S. (2009)
[Intro: Akon (T.I.)]
When they tell you that you'll never get over (ha ha ha) Just tell 'em they're number one (el capitan partner) You're a champion (yeah, the Ali of my day, you know me) Don't believe 'em when they try to say it's over! (I can't hear ya, I'm way up here, what you say?) Just tell 'em they're number one (it's over for who, numero uno partner) You're a champion (ha ha ha, let's go Bust!) [Busta Rhymes] Now, there's, nothin you can do to stop a nigga from within With the hunger of a lion I secure another win (hey!) So passionate, you might even misinterpret it as arrogant I'm goin in (hey!) I'ma make the world feel my pain while I'm showin you my muscle and I hustle through the game And even though they leave us in the hood like we ain't SHIT We ain't got nothin but EVERYTHING to gain Look, even if a muh'fucker try to pop me I'm so BLESSED - do anything that you could do to stop me (STOP ME) Now I'm climbin up the ladder and I'm jumpin at the top You might wanna call me - ROCKY See there's more of us - UGLY You don't really wanna war with us - TRUST ME So glorious, that we from the bottom Still we victorious - HUG ME [Chorus: Akon (Busta Rhymes)] I see it in your eyes, it ain't hard to tell They're watchin you (can't nobody ever stop what I'm doin) They just tellin you lies, they want you to fail They're plottin on you (and they can never stop my movement!) Sooooo, don't believe 'em when they try to say it's over (You know exactly what to tell 'em!) Just tell 'em they're number one (number one) You're a champion! [T.I.] Hey, see the websites lyin tryin to block my shine Don't you know you never will stop my grind? In a drop-top flyin like I don't got time Got e'rybody surprised that I won't drop dimes What's on yo' mind? Best get me off it At least quit lyin if you must keep talkin Go on with the nonsense, best keep walkin Boy how you sue us, send the lawyers to the office A lot of y'all got sprung like that shawty Couple months off, I'll be right back shawty With a brand new swag and a brand new .40 And a brand new ride, give a damn who saw it Nation-wide news, nigga yeah you saw it Shawty need a bodyguard for his bodyguard, don't he? Tip fallin off sound kinda odd, don't it? Y'all hate to see me ball? Take it up with God homie [Chorus] [Busta Rhymes] Any situation where you might get FED UP Gotta stay focused, homie keep your head up It don't really matter what the next one is doin Homie gotta handle your business and then you better STEP UP Live to the fullest for the dream you're pursuin Ain't nothin in the work gon' really stop what you're doin (OHH!) Go hard no matter what they be sayin Nigga don't quit cause you know we gotta keep it movin (OHH!) Take a look and see yourself in me Cause it's all about we (WE) Me and you securin a win together So we could be the best that we could ever be (OHH!) Stay up on your grind, be the first one to - SET IT People try to shut me down, I won't - LET IT I'm so stubborn for the success You know my motto - don't stop, get it, get it! [Chorus] [Akon] Tell 'em they're number one [repeat to fade] |
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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)
(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 - Don't Touch Me (Throw Da Water On 'Em) (2008)
This is a national
security alert Ground music Flipmode Aftermath Here we go Back with the most venomous rap I be the god father of the club banger let me hear you clap You can applause me from the very beginning You can give me yo standing ovation while I'm banging your face in With another banger now call it a cliff hanger Watch me mangle and strangle this whole rap shit Come On You can see the way I make em act sick from down bottom The way I got em gimme my cash quick Come On Rock on you better grab on to something Because I'm about to shake shit again to make a black bitch Come On I can hear the shots ring off my bitches taking everything off Each other got em wilding one of a kind By the King Kong Big Foot gully with a scully bully of rap Still ugly with the money running a trap Now they giving me dap As far as I'm concerned in this motherfucker look how I got em Now they ready to shout So don't touch me nigga you might burn yourself Ha Don't touch me nigga you might burn yourself We got em hot in this bitch so throw the water on em Hey We got em hot in this bitch so throw the water on em Hey We got em hot in this bitch so throw the water on em Hey We got em hot in this bitch so throw the water on em Hey Here We Go Now you see the alcohol spilling And we got em hands in the ceiling You know we only come to rattle the building And break it on down just a little once again knowing we holding The bank so let me keep the dice rolling And keep it traditional the way I keep my money falling While you slacking on your macking dude we always keep it going Right to the left do it to def Now watch me come through with a chisel That make the game sizzle And I Pull out the skillet prepare for the cooking How I'm wilding niggas wondering when I'm gonna bring the hook in Thugs ice grilling every time they get to looking Got em wilding over seas all the way back to GO BROOKLYN Now they ready to spaz cause we bring the best to them Shit that shut it down on the regular That's with the fly 80's nigga that was whipping in a Creseda Fresher than most of these niggas killing the rest of them Villains that was thinking that they rushing in and busting in But the way we was doing we was muscling their hustling So don't touch me nigga you might burn yourself Ha Don't touch me nigga you might burn yourself We got em hot in this bitch so throw the water on em Hey We got em hot in this bitch so throw the water on em Hey We got em hot in this bitch so throw the water on em Hey We got em hot in this bitch so throw the water on em Hey Here we go You don't really want it my dude I'm saying most my niggas is rude And when we come we eat a nigga food Back to the fact of the matter at hand For me to come and control this whole shit was only part of the plan The other part of the plan for you to understand That nothing can fuck with the kid Let me say it again The Broad Back B Busta Bust back to put out the trash And just for the record we got it on smash now How the fuck they even got the audacity To fire marshal come and try to talk about the capacity Every time I'm in the spot I hope you know it has to be Extremely packed to shut it down you'll probably cause a tragedy Don't you know that when I'm in the place I change the mood again I be wilding with raunchy bitches and a bunch of hooligans Now don't get it fucked up just because I flaunt it Niggas think that they can test me bring it if you really want it See I be the type to always beat you to the punch faster I keep a smile on my face but carry the bush master So don't touch me nigga you might burn yourself Ha Don't touch me nigga you might burn yourself We got em hot in this bitch so throw the water on em Hey We got em hot in this bitch so throw the water on em Hey We got em hot in this bitch so throw the water on em Hey We got em hot in this bitch so throw the water on em Hey Keep it going You already know I said it word to the mother Shit is so hot you niggas think its cold up in the summer Shh calm the noise down lets get a little quiet Cause the neighbors call the police they know we cause riots And they know that we'll have them thinking they dancing with the devil When they play the music turn the volume to the highest level You got it right let's keep the bombs going like we lit a stick Of dynamite now you know you need to follow whenever you hear the god spit Aww shit You see me nigga back in the cockpit I be getting this money I'll give you all a stock tip First buy a nigga till you see the sweat drop drip So don't touch me nigga you might burn yourself Ha Don't touch me nigga you might burn yourself We got em hot in this bitch so throw the water on em Hey We got em hot in this bitch so throw the water on em Hey We got em hot in this bitch so throw the water on em Hey We got em hot in this bitch so throw the water on em Hey here we go |
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from Justin Bieber - Under The Mistletoe [Deluxe Edition] (2011)
Come they told me
pa rapa pum pum A new born king to see pa rapa pum pum Our finest gifts we bring pa rapa pum pum To lay before the king pa rapa pum pum rapa pum pum rapa pum pum Rum pa pa pum rapa pum pum pum Yeah I'm on the drum yeah i'm on the snare drum Yeah i'm on the beat cuz the beat goes dumb and I only spit heat cuz i'm playing for the sun Playing for the king playing for the title I'm surprised you didn't hear this in the bible I'm so tight I might go psycho Christmas time so here's a recital I'm so bad like Michael I know i'm still young but I go I go Stupid stupid love like Cupid Imma drummer boy so do it do it Little baby pa rapa pum pum I am a poor boy too pa rapa pum pum lets gather round the mistletoe real quick I have no gifts to bring pa rapa pum pum matter of fack lets gather round the fire place its 'bout to get hot in here Thats fit to give our king pa rapa pum pum rapa pum pum rapa pum pum Now lemme get straight to it yo At the table with the family havin dinner Blackberry on our hip and then it gave a little flicker Then I took a look to see before it activates the ringer came to realize my homie Bieber hit me on the Twitter Then I hit him back despite I had some food up on my finger sippin' eggnog with a little sprinkle of vanilla even though it's kinda cold pullin out a chinchilla Bieber hit me back and said Let's make it hot up in the winter I said Cool Ya know Imma deliver let's collaborate and make the holiday a little bigger Before we work I gotta get this off see the other family members and drop gifts off Then I'm headed to the studio cause ain't nothing stopping how you know we bout to turn it up and really get it poppin now People everywhere and all our Twitter followers Merry Christmas Kwanza Happy Hanukkah Mary nodded pa rapa pum pum The ox and lamb kept time pa rapa pum pum I played my drum for him pa rapa pum pum I played my best for him pa rapa pum pum rapa pum pum rapa pum pum If you wanna give it's the time of year JB on the beat yeah yeah I'm on the snare It's crazy how some people say say they don't care when there's people on the street with no food it's not fair It's about time for you to act merrily it's about time for you to give to charity Rarely do people even wanna help at all 'cause they warm by the fire getting toys and their dolls Not thinking there's a family out hungry and cold wishin' wishin' that they had somebody they could hold So I think some of you need to act bold give a can to a drive let's change the globe Imma Drummer Boy so do it do it Imma Drummer Boy so do it do it Imma Drummer Boy so do it do it Imma Drummer Boy so do it do it Imma Drummer Boy so do it do it |
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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)
(Busta Rhymes)
"We just sparkle now" "Yeah, We just sparkle now" "We just gon' sparkle now" "All niggas, yeah, we gon' sparkle now" "Yeah, we gon' shiiine aaand we are gon' sparkle now" "Yeah, Yeah we gon....ha" Yo, Yo You know I be the meistro Rages are (brand spankin' fresssshhh!!) And always with the right glow Get ya hyper like a nitro taebo cycle We 'bout to knock it outta sight yo..ha Ya know I keep a tight flow, ever since a little nigga yo They always say they might blow Nowaday we shinin bright yo Even the cool joints'll make a nigga straight to wanna fight though High roller, mind blowin', wild bonin' Take y'all niggas for a little ride just like they motherfuckin cyclonin' Yo, you know my niggas stay holdin' Now we see some jealous niggas on the side all in they mouth foamin' While we roamin' and we zonin' play the right role White bowl, we still'll take a nigga white goal Before we break fast break glass take trash I'll bust ya shit and go and chase ass I'm sayin' this now Chorus (2x) (Busta Rhymes) All my party people (party people!) You need to come inside (come inside now!) Because we got it people (ya know we got it for ya!) So just enjoy the ride (yeah, enjoy the ride now bitches!) Yo, you know I be the captain Blaze it out and bring you all the hottest scene of action I gotta gotta give it give it to ya (Oooooh!) Let me light a L pass a glass of henny to ya (Woooh!) Now let me get my little shine on rhyme on And give ya shit to keep ya mind on Check it, I keep toast and rock the most Break it down blow the sheet up and vanish like a ghost Whether you're spanish or speak another language I hope The way we damage shit I hope you're the cult, my nigga Check it, eh, you know I be the champion hands on And make the bitches get they dance on Black it out from the back of da house To the front, whatever you want Fuck what they yappin about Eh eh, before we ride we check ransom Smokin' the spot, like how we smoked the live in the mansion Yeah, the way we hold bank roll ????????? sometime this shit it made me have to stack folds Ha, we all up in ya asshole So hot shit possess you and get all in ya damn soul We got you drenched drippin up in the spot We took it from you now we holdin' the rock (D-O!) The type of shit that make ya rush sometin' touch sometin' buss sometin' And make you wanna go and fuck sometin' I'm only talking to... Chorus (4x) (Busta Rhymes) "Just float just like we all in the ocean" "Yeah, yeah, see, we 'bout to sparkle now" "We are gon' sparkle now please, now" "Just let us sparkle now, yeah, yeah, we gon...ha" "Yeah, ha ha...we gon' sparkle nooowww!" |
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from Busta Rhymes - Anarchy (2000)
(Busta Rhymes)
"We just sparkle now" "Yeah, We just sparkle now" "We just gon' sparkle now" "All niggas, yeah, we gon' sparkle now" "Yeah, we gon' shiiine aaand we are gon' sparkle now" "Yeah, Yeah we gon....ha" Yo, Yo You know I be the meistro Rages are (brand spankin' fresssshhh!!) And always with the right glow Get ya hyper like a nitro taebo cycle We 'bout to knock it outta sight yo..ha Ya know I keep a tight flow, ever since a little nigga yo They always say they might blow Nowaday we shinin bright yo Even the cool joints'll make a nigga straight to wanna fight though High roller, mind blowin', wild bonin' Take y'all niggas for a little ride just like they motherfuckin cyclonin' Yo, you know my niggas stay holdin' Now we see some jealous niggas on the side all in they mouth foamin' While we roamin' and we zonin' play the right role White bowl, we still'll take a nigga white goal Before we break fast break glass take trash I'll bust ya shit and go and chase ass I'm sayin' this now Chorus (2x) (Busta Rhymes) All my party people (party people!) You need to come inside (come inside now!) Because we got it people (ya know we got it for ya!) So just enjoy the ride (yeah, enjoy the ride now bitches!) Yo, you know I be the captain Blaze it out and bring you all the hottest scene of action I gotta gotta give it give it to ya (Oooooh!) Let me light a L pass a glass of henny to ya (Woooh!) Now let me get my little shine on rhyme on And give ya shit to keep ya mind on Check it, I keep toast and rock the most Break it down blow the sheet up and vanish like a ghost Whether you're spanish or speak another language I hope The way we damage shit I hope you're the cult, my nigga Check it, eh, you know I be the champion hands on And make the bitches get they dance on Black it out from the back of da house To the front, whatever you want Fuck what they yappin about Eh eh, before we ride we check ransom Smokin' the spot, like how we smoked the live in the mansion Yeah, the way we hold bank roll ????????? sometime this shit it made me have to stack folds Ha, we all up in ya asshole So hot shit possess you and get all in ya damn soul We got you drenched drippin up in the spot We took it from you now we holdin' the rock (D-O!) The type of shit that make ya rush sometin' touch sometin' buss sometin' And make you wanna go and fuck sometin' I'm only talking to... Chorus (4x) (Busta Rhymes) "Just float just like we all in the ocean" "Yeah, yeah, see, we 'bout to sparkle now" "We are gon' sparkle now please, now" "Just let us sparkle now, yeah, yeah, we gon...ha" "Yeah, ha ha...we gon' sparkle nooowww!" |
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