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from Space Jam (스페이스 잼) by James Newton Howard [ost] (1996)
(intro)
Greetings, earthlings We have now taken over your radioooo..... (b-real) Goin' straight through the hole You ain't got no game I'm breakin' ya out the frame Coming through like a train Looking to take over the world is my goal With my unstoppable crew takin' all control You can't get none of this, we're runnin' this Well taker, earth shaker, 3 point gunnin' this Get out the lane, I'm comin' through And if you don't wanna move then I'm comin' right through you (coolio) It's like inch by inch and step by step I'm closing in on your position and destruction is my mission Though eight is not enough, your whole squad better duck It's like switch when I bust Now you're whole crew is dust Comin' through my area, i'ma have to bury ya The real scream team on your scream scene It's like showdown on the range Go tell me who wanna tangle with the Ghetto witch-doctor neighborhood superhero? Chorus: (b-real) We want it all (want it all!) Unstoppable, we run the floor (run the floor!) You can't take none of this hardcore (hardcore!) In the game we take you to war (war!) You ain't seen nothin' like this before (all) If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low (method man) Insane like a runaway train I'm in your lane Like it's only 3 seconds to score to win the game Came to bring the ultimate pain upon the brain Untamed, you won't like it when I change And you are type strange Make room, manaical monster in the game And I got my eye on you Deadshot aim, as free throws keep comin' down like rain You feelin' me, I'm feelin' you The monstar again, I'm tellin' you Pass me the rock, now I'm headed to the basket Get up out my way is what you better do My tactics is unsportsmanlike conduct You better ask it Don't get no better than this, you catch my drift? You get stripped by ballhandlers ruled by swackhammer Danger, you're dealin' with offical hoop-bangers With hang time like a coat hanger Jump, with thunderous 360-degree type dunks What up doc? the monstar funk (ll cool j) Lightning strikes and the court lights get dim Supreme competition is about to begin Above the rim, finessin' and moves is animated Once I get to ballin', I can't be deflated I'm rugged raw, my monstars is gettin' money When clicks get to buggin', I'm snatchin' up their bunnies (uhh!) Every step I take shakes the ground I'll make you break your ankles, son, shakes you down This is my planet, I'm bout business The best that ever done it, can I get a witness? (uhhh!) Cumulus clouds bring darkness up above You in it for the money? Or in it for the love, m.j.? 23 ways to make a pay Loungin' in the mothership back around my way (uhh!) I'm 28 light years old If the refs get political, dribble like bob dole Am I gettin' lyrical? Daddy, I think so Monstar droppin' flavor fluid so drink slow Chorus (busta rhymes) Yo, God bless!! Pick up your chest Here's an example of how I can stress your full court press With finesse, I bench-press your stress whenever you test We're speed ballin', on the fastbreak just like the pony express I'm gonna mingle in your face and take the lid off Just use your head and forfeit the game You and your team just need to back off!! Get off my block, gimmie the ball, I said it's my rock!! I'm startin' a line-up by gettin' y'all to bring the livestock Throw all your money in the pot And make sure you bet all your money on my bank shot When we come right through tell me what you really gonna do? We'll leave your team name in shame and take your talent from you While you abandon your ship, we take your championship With nothing left for you to see except the instant replay clip Money spending, goal tending, stay-bending teams like crash cars Who do they be? They be the monstars!!!!!! Chorus |
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from Busta Rhymes - Woo-Hah!!Got You All In Check/Everything Remains R (1996)
Word up, let me just fuck with your mind, please
Aiy! Aiyyo-yo-yo, yo! Let me fuck up your mind On time, showin, you the, rhythm as I get wreck and get raw Yeah I be the man, comin off, that be raw It's Busta Rhymes givin you much more So... Yo y'all (y'all) one more time I come Knucklehead flow that make you act REAL DUMB Yo (yo), I burn your food like Florence Run up in your crib like my name was search warrants Shut your mouth nigga don't you complain Fix you up, mix you with cut like pro-caines Ooh!! Insane to your brain Right on your subconscious, I leave my SHIT stain I be the mostest with rhyme overdoses Hot stepping over shit like Ini Kamoze's Sick lyrics like multiple sclerosis Focus, while I display flows ferocious Weak niggaz just fall and keep tumbling Distribute lyrics like I'm hand to hand herb hustling Hardcore like Quick Draw McGraw Fuck what you heard you ain't heard this before I make sure everything remains raw (4X) Yo, when I step in the place I leave damages Nuff bandages on pussy from miscarriages Yo, watch me bring the newest recipe Fuck you up quick and condemn you all with leprosy Let me hit you with flows, that come various Hahh, send you home and make you lie bout your alias Ha-ha, niggaz can't see my routine When I round up my Flipmode niggaz and get cream Hey, you! You know what the fuck I mean Now I'm on the scene, stepping through like Mean Joe Green Now I'm making you feel the extreme Till I black you out then turn on my real high beam Oh shit, now I got your brains fried Once you inhale smoke from my flow, CARBON MONOXIDE! Use your imagination, let me take you higher Rain hail snow earthquakes, Earth Wind & Fire Yo, hit the dirt, get on the floor I'm that outlaw nigga living right next door You should just roll out the red carpet All movin targets, I got you open like supermarkets (Word up, word up) Yo yo, there's only five years left While niggaz is scared to death they breathe they last breath Days of my Life goes on, word is bond I make you feel my proton, neutron, and electron Yo, I be the number one icon Word to the holy Qu'ran, I rock on and on On and on, hey, on and on and on You won't understand when I form Voltron Hahahaha, everything remains raw * in background: I make sure everything remains raw * (7X) Word is bond, niggaz don't really understand shit Niggaz don't motherfuckin know y'all, hahah Flipmode is the motherfuckin Squad y'all, hahah I make sure everything remains raw, hahah Word is bond, niggaz don't know the real shit There's only five years left! Word is bond Niggaz don't know though There's only five years left! Hahah Remember that nigga, all you, remember that There's only five years left! Hahaha |
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from Busta Rhymes - Woo-Hah!!Got You All In Check/Everything Remains R (1996)
Word up, let me just fuck with your mind, please
Aiy! Aiyyo-yo-yo, yo! Let me fuck up your mind On time, showin, you the, rhythm as I get wreck and get raw Yeah I be the man, comin off, that be raw It's Busta Rhymes givin you much more So... Yo y'all (y'all) one more time I come Knucklehead flow that make you act REAL DUMB Yo (yo), I burn your food like Florence Run up in your crib like my name was search warrants Shut your mouth nigga don't you complain Fix you up, mix you with cut like pro-caines Ooh!! Insane to your brain Right on your subconscious, I leave my SHIT stain I be the mostest with rhyme overdoses Hot stepping over shit like Ini Kamoze's Sick lyrics like multiple sclerosis Focus, while I display flows ferocious Weak niggaz just fall and keep tumbling Distribute lyrics like I'm hand to hand herb hustling Hardcore like Quick Draw McGraw Fuck what you heard you ain't heard this before I make sure everything remains raw (4X) Yo, when I step in the place I leave damages Nuff bandages on pussy from miscarriages Yo, watch me bring the newest recipe Fuck you up quick and condemn you all with leprosy Let me hit you with flows, that come various Hahh, send you home and make you lie bout your alias Ha-ha, niggaz can't see my routine When I round up my Flipmode niggaz and get cream Hey, you! You know what the fuck I mean Now I'm on the scene, stepping through like Mean Joe Green Now I'm making you feel the extreme Till I black you out then turn on my real high beam Oh shit, now I got your brains fried Once you inhale smoke from my flow, CARBON MONOXIDE! Use your imagination, let me take you higher Rain hail snow earthquakes, Earth Wind & Fire Yo, hit the dirt, get on the floor I'm that outlaw nigga living right next door You should just roll out the red carpet All movin targets, I got you open like supermarkets (Word up, word up) Yo yo, there's only five years left While niggaz is scared to death they breathe they last breath Days of my Life goes on, word is bond I make you feel my proton, neutron, and electron Yo, I be the number one icon Word to the holy Qu'ran, I rock on and on On and on, hey, on and on and on You won't understand when I form Voltron Hahahaha, everything remains raw * in background: I make sure everything remains raw * (7X) Word is bond, niggaz don't really understand shit Niggaz don't motherfuckin know y'all, hahah Flipmode is the motherfuckin Squad y'all, hahah I make sure everything remains raw, hahah Word is bond, niggaz don't know the real shit There's only five years left! Word is bond Niggaz don't know though There's only five years left! Hahah Remember that nigga, all you, remember that There's only five years left! Hahaha |
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from Busta Rhymes - Woo-Hah!!Got You All In Check/Everything Remains R (1996)
It's Busta Rhymez, they do much more
So yo you one more time, knucklehead flow that You act real dumb, yo, I'm pert near fool Lights out when, let it riplike my neck With search warrant, I make sure verything we make is raw I make sure everything we make is raw... Yah, yah, yah... 1-When I step up in the place, ay you I step correct Woo hah woo hah Got you all in check, I got that head nod That make you break ya neck Woo hah, woo hah, got you all in check And you know we come through, to reck the disco tech Woo hah, woo, I got you all in check Throw your hands up in the air, and never disrespect Woo hah, woo hah, I got you all in check Busta Rhymes up in the place, true indeed Yes, I catch wreck and that's word on my seed I'm guaranteed to give you what you need One blood everybody like junior reed Make up every morning, I must succeed Nationwide ruckus make the world stampede Yo, Willie make we roll some-- Made charge...now I must proceed Yo, we bout to make moves set speed Peace to baby phife cue-tip ali-shaheed Watch me knock you out like apollo creed Body blows bustin' you... makin' you bleed Just feed off the dynamic flows and take heed Need more information, homeboy then just read Ayyy, you can read all about the pure breed Do the bogle dance man, do the pepperseed (repeat 1) How dare you ever try, to step on my suede shoes Top Gun...down your firm like Tom Cruise Please, let me get down and blow a fuse Actin' fools, brakin'...down to molecules Yo, let me hit you with my ill street blues Busta Rhymez always headlines the street news Woo hah, woo hah Ah, baby girl, don't be confused Sail my Seven Seas and enjoy my boat cruise I know you really want to know who's Comin' through leavin...stains and residues Sorry homeboy, but your flow sounds used Got to pay your dues, baby, you know the rules Whenever I travel the world I landcruise If you choose to...around, you get bruised Now, I got you gas on super unleaded fuels Give me room gimme some space yo excuse (rpt 1) You're now rockin' with the best Busta Rhymez coming through from the flip mode squad Boyscouts who I be straight to your dome We comin' straight to your dome Bringin' all the ruckus, to all you rad mother... Boyscouts who I be flipmode is da squad Busta Rhyme break it down like this Yo, which mother...stole my flow, eenie meenie minie moe Throw them type a...right out my window Blast they...hit them from a direct blow Bo, comin' through like G.I. Joe Star wars movin' like Han Solo Make you bounce around like this was calypso Always shine 'cause I got the hi-pro glow You think that you can hide, you think you can lay low Roll up on you...like Hawaii 5-0 Make out with my dreads in my kangol Forget the moe... just pass the cisco Yo, take a trip down to Mexico Come back with that...that might make you psycho Maximum frequency through your stereo Sorry, this is it, but homeboy I gotta go (rpt 1) Yeah, hey, hey, yo hey... |
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from Busta Rhymes - Woo-Hah!!Got You All In Check/Everything Remains R (1996)
It's Busta Rhymez, they do much more
So yo you one more time, knucklehead flow that You act real dumb, yo, I'm pert near fool Lights out when, let it riplike my neck With search warrant, I make sure verything we make is raw I make sure everything we make is raw... Yah, yah, yah... 1-When I step up in the place, ay you I step correct Woo hah woo hah Got you all in check, I got that head nod That make you break ya neck Woo hah, woo hah, got you all in check And you know we come through, to reck the disco tech Woo hah, woo, I got you all in check Throw your hands up in the air, and never disrespect Woo hah, woo hah, I got you all in check Busta Rhymes up in the place, true indeed Yes, I catch wreck and that's word on my seed I'm guaranteed to give you what you need One blood everybody like junior reed Make up every morning, I must succeed Nationwide ruckus make the world stampede Yo, Willie make we roll some-- Made charge...now I must proceed Yo, we bout to make moves set speed Peace to baby phife cue-tip ali-shaheed Watch me knock you out like apollo creed Body blows bustin' you... makin' you bleed Just feed off the dynamic flows and take heed Need more information, homeboy then just read Ayyy, you can read all about the pure breed Do the bogle dance man, do the pepperseed (repeat 1) How dare you ever try, to step on my suede shoes Top Gun...down your firm like Tom Cruise Please, let me get down and blow a fuse Actin' fools, brakin'...down to molecules Yo, let me hit you with my ill street blues Busta Rhymez always headlines the street news Woo hah, woo hah Ah, baby girl, don't be confused Sail my Seven Seas and enjoy my boat cruise I know you really want to know who's Comin' through leavin...stains and residues Sorry homeboy, but your flow sounds used Got to pay your dues, baby, you know the rules Whenever I travel the world I landcruise If you choose to...around, you get bruised Now, I got you gas on super unleaded fuels Give me room gimme some space yo excuse (rpt 1) You're now rockin' with the best Busta Rhymez coming through from the flip mode squad Boyscouts who I be straight to your dome We comin' straight to your dome Bringin' all the ruckus, to all you rad mother... Boyscouts who I be flipmode is da squad Busta Rhyme break it down like this Yo, which mother...stole my flow, eenie meenie minie moe Throw them type a...right out my window Blast they...hit them from a direct blow Bo, comin' through like G.I. Joe Star wars movin' like Han Solo Make you bounce around like this was calypso Always shine 'cause I got the hi-pro glow You think that you can hide, you think you can lay low Roll up on you...like Hawaii 5-0 Make out with my dreads in my kangol Forget the moe... just pass the cisco Yo, take a trip down to Mexico Come back with that...that might make you psycho Maximum frequency through your stereo Sorry, this is it, but homeboy I gotta go (rpt 1) Yeah, hey, hey, yo hey... |
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from Busta Rhymes - Woo-Hah!!Got You All In Check/Everything Remains R (1996)
It's Busta Rhymez, they do much more
So yo you one more time, knucklehead flow that You act real dumb, yo, I'm pert near fool Lights out when, let it riplike my neck With search warrant, I make sure verything we make is raw I make sure everything we make is raw... Yah, yah, yah... 1-When I step up in the place, ay you I step correct Woo hah woo hah Got you all in check, I got that head nod That make you break ya neck Woo hah, woo hah, got you all in check And you know we come through, to reck the disco tech Woo hah, woo, I got you all in check Throw your hands up in the air, and never disrespect Woo hah, woo hah, I got you all in check Busta Rhymes up in the place, true indeed Yes, I catch wreck and that's word on my seed I'm guaranteed to give you what you need One blood everybody like junior reed Make up every morning, I must succeed Nationwide ruckus make the world stampede Yo, Willie make we roll some-- Made charge...now I must proceed Yo, we bout to make moves set speed Peace to baby phife cue-tip ali-shaheed Watch me knock you out like apollo creed Body blows bustin' you... makin' you bleed Just feed off the dynamic flows and take heed Need more information, homeboy then just read Ayyy, you can read all about the pure breed Do the bogle dance man, do the pepperseed (repeat 1) How dare you ever try, to step on my suede shoes Top Gun...down your firm like Tom Cruise Please, let me get down and blow a fuse Actin' fools, brakin'...down to molecules Yo, let me hit you with my ill street blues Busta Rhymez always headlines the street news Woo hah, woo hah Ah, baby girl, don't be confused Sail my Seven Seas and enjoy my boat cruise I know you really want to know who's Comin' through leavin...stains and residues Sorry homeboy, but your flow sounds used Got to pay your dues, baby, you know the rules Whenever I travel the world I landcruise If you choose to...around, you get bruised Now, I got you gas on super unleaded fuels Give me room gimme some space yo excuse (rpt 1) You're now rockin' with the best Busta Rhymez coming through from the flip mode squad Boyscouts who I be straight to your dome We comin' straight to your dome Bringin' all the ruckus, to all you rad mother... Boyscouts who I be flipmode is da squad Busta Rhyme break it down like this Yo, which mother...stole my flow, eenie meenie minie moe Throw them type a...right out my window Blast they...hit them from a direct blow Bo, comin' through like G.I. Joe Star wars movin' like Han Solo Make you bounce around like this was calypso Always shine 'cause I got the hi-pro glow You think that you can hide, you think you can lay low Roll up on you...like Hawaii 5-0 Make out with my dreads in my kangol Forget the moe... just pass the cisco Yo, take a trip down to Mexico Come back with that...that might make you psycho Maximum frequency through your stereo Sorry, this is it, but homeboy I gotta go (rpt 1) Yeah, hey, hey, yo hey... |
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from Busta Rhymes - Woo-Hah!!Got You All In Check/Everything Remains R (1996)
It's Busta Rhymez, they do much more
So yo you one more time, knucklehead flow that You act real dumb, yo, I'm pert near fool Lights out when, let it riplike my neck With search warrant, I make sure verything we make is raw I make sure everything we make is raw... Yah, yah, yah... 1-When I step up in the place, ay you I step correct Woo hah woo hah Got you all in check, I got that head nod That make you break ya neck Woo hah, woo hah, got you all in check And you know we come through, to reck the disco tech Woo hah, woo, I got you all in check Throw your hands up in the air, and never disrespect Woo hah, woo hah, I got you all in check Busta Rhymes up in the place, true indeed Yes, I catch wreck and that's word on my seed I'm guaranteed to give you what you need One blood everybody like junior reed Make up every morning, I must succeed Nationwide ruckus make the world stampede Yo, Willie make we roll some-- Made charge...now I must proceed Yo, we bout to make moves set speed Peace to baby phife cue-tip ali-shaheed Watch me knock you out like apollo creed Body blows bustin' you... makin' you bleed Just feed off the dynamic flows and take heed Need more information, homeboy then just read Ayyy, you can read all about the pure breed Do the bogle dance man, do the pepperseed (repeat 1) How dare you ever try, to step on my suede shoes Top Gun...down your firm like Tom Cruise Please, let me get down and blow a fuse Actin' fools, brakin'...down to molecules Yo, let me hit you with my ill street blues Busta Rhymez always headlines the street news Woo hah, woo hah Ah, baby girl, don't be confused Sail my Seven Seas and enjoy my boat cruise I know you really want to know who's Comin' through leavin...stains and residues Sorry homeboy, but your flow sounds used Got to pay your dues, baby, you know the rules Whenever I travel the world I landcruise If you choose to...around, you get bruised Now, I got you gas on super unleaded fuels Give me room gimme some space yo excuse (rpt 1) You're now rockin' with the best Busta Rhymez coming through from the flip mode squad Boyscouts who I be straight to your dome We comin' straight to your dome Bringin' all the ruckus, to all you rad mother... Boyscouts who I be flipmode is da squad Busta Rhyme break it down like this Yo, which mother...stole my flow, eenie meenie minie moe Throw them type a...right out my window Blast they...hit them from a direct blow Bo, comin' through like G.I. Joe Star wars movin' like Han Solo Make you bounce around like this was calypso Always shine 'cause I got the hi-pro glow You think that you can hide, you think you can lay low Roll up on you...like Hawaii 5-0 Make out with my dreads in my kangol Forget the moe... just pass the cisco Yo, take a trip down to Mexico Come back with that...that might make you psycho Maximum frequency through your stereo Sorry, this is it, but homeboy I gotta go (rpt 1) Yeah, hey, hey, yo hey... |
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from Busta Rhymes - Woo-Hah!!Got You All In Check/Everything Remains R (1996)
It's Busta Rhymez, they do much more
So yo you one more time, knucklehead flow that You act real dumb, yo, I'm pert near fool Lights out when, let it riplike my neck With search warrant, I make sure verything we make is raw I make sure everything we make is raw... Yah, yah, yah... 1-When I step up in the place, ay you I step correct Woo hah woo hah Got you all in check, I got that head nod That make you break ya neck Woo hah, woo hah, got you all in check And you know we come through, to reck the disco tech Woo hah, woo, I got you all in check Throw your hands up in the air, and never disrespect Woo hah, woo hah, I got you all in check Busta Rhymes up in the place, true indeed Yes, I catch wreck and that's word on my seed I'm guaranteed to give you what you need One blood everybody like junior reed Make up every morning, I must succeed Nationwide ruckus make the world stampede Yo, Willie make we roll some-- Made charge...now I must proceed Yo, we bout to make moves set speed Peace to baby phife cue-tip ali-shaheed Watch me knock you out like apollo creed Body blows bustin' you... makin' you bleed Just feed off the dynamic flows and take heed Need more information, homeboy then just read Ayyy, you can read all about the pure breed Do the bogle dance man, do the pepperseed (repeat 1) How dare you ever try, to step on my suede shoes Top Gun...down your firm like Tom Cruise Please, let me get down and blow a fuse Actin' fools, brakin'...down to molecules Yo, let me hit you with my ill street blues Busta Rhymez always headlines the street news Woo hah, woo hah Ah, baby girl, don't be confused Sail my Seven Seas and enjoy my boat cruise I know you really want to know who's Comin' through leavin...stains and residues Sorry homeboy, but your flow sounds used Got to pay your dues, baby, you know the rules Whenever I travel the world I landcruise If you choose to...around, you get bruised Now, I got you gas on super unleaded fuels Give me room gimme some space yo excuse (rpt 1) You're now rockin' with the best Busta Rhymez coming through from the flip mode squad Boyscouts who I be straight to your dome We comin' straight to your dome Bringin' all the ruckus, to all you rad mother... Boyscouts who I be flipmode is da squad Busta Rhyme break it down like this Yo, which mother...stole my flow, eenie meenie minie moe Throw them type a...right out my window Blast they...hit them from a direct blow Bo, comin' through like G.I. Joe Star wars movin' like Han Solo Make you bounce around like this was calypso Always shine 'cause I got the hi-pro glow You think that you can hide, you think you can lay low Roll up on you...like Hawaii 5-0 Make out with my dreads in my kangol Forget the moe... just pass the cisco Yo, take a trip down to Mexico Come back with that...that might make you psycho Maximum frequency through your stereo Sorry, this is it, but homeboy I gotta go (rpt 1) Yeah, hey, hey, yo hey... |
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from Busta Rhymes - Woo-Hah!!Got You All In Check/Everything Remains R (1996)
It's Busta Rhymez, they do much more
So yo you one more time, knucklehead flow that You act real dumb, yo, I'm pert near fool Lights out when, let it riplike my neck With search warrant, I make sure verything we make is raw I make sure everything we make is raw... Yah, yah, yah... 1-When I step up in the place, ay you I step correct Woo hah woo hah Got you all in check, I got that head nod That make you break ya neck Woo hah, woo hah, got you all in check And you know we come through, to reck the disco tech Woo hah, woo, I got you all in check Throw your hands up in the air, and never disrespect Woo hah, woo hah, I got you all in check Busta Rhymes up in the place, true indeed Yes, I catch wreck and that's word on my seed I'm guaranteed to give you what you need One blood everybody like junior reed Make up every morning, I must succeed Nationwide ruckus make the world stampede Yo, Willie make we roll some-- Made charge...now I must proceed Yo, we bout to make moves set speed Peace to baby phife cue-tip ali-shaheed Watch me knock you out like apollo creed Body blows bustin' you... makin' you bleed Just feed off the dynamic flows and take heed Need more information, homeboy then just read Ayyy, you can read all about the pure breed Do the bogle dance man, do the pepperseed (repeat 1) How dare you ever try, to step on my suede shoes Top Gun...down your firm like Tom Cruise Please, let me get down and blow a fuse Actin' fools, brakin'...down to molecules Yo, let me hit you with my ill street blues Busta Rhymez always headlines the street news Woo hah, woo hah Ah, baby girl, don't be confused Sail my Seven Seas and enjoy my boat cruise I know you really want to know who's Comin' through leavin...stains and residues Sorry homeboy, but your flow sounds used Got to pay your dues, baby, you know the rules Whenever I travel the world I landcruise If you choose to...around, you get bruised Now, I got you gas on super unleaded fuels Give me room gimme some space yo excuse (rpt 1) You're now rockin' with the best Busta Rhymez coming through from the flip mode squad Boyscouts who I be straight to your dome We comin' straight to your dome Bringin' all the ruckus, to all you rad mother... Boyscouts who I be flipmode is da squad Busta Rhyme break it down like this Yo, which mother...stole my flow, eenie meenie minie moe Throw them type a...right out my window Blast they...hit them from a direct blow Bo, comin' through like G.I. Joe Star wars movin' like Han Solo Make you bounce around like this was calypso Always shine 'cause I got the hi-pro glow You think that you can hide, you think you can lay low Roll up on you...like Hawaii 5-0 Make out with my dreads in my kangol Forget the moe... just pass the cisco Yo, take a trip down to Mexico Come back with that...that might make you psycho Maximum frequency through your stereo Sorry, this is it, but homeboy I gotta go (rpt 1) Yeah, hey, hey, yo hey... |
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from Busta Rhymes - Woo-Hah!!Got You All In Check/Everything Remains R (1996)
It's Busta Rhymez, they do much more
So yo you one more time, knucklehead flow that You act real dumb, yo, I'm pert near fool Lights out when, let it riplike my neck With search warrant, I make sure verything we make is raw I make sure everything we make is raw... Yah, yah, yah... 1-When I step up in the place, ay you I step correct Woo hah woo hah Got you all in check, I got that head nod That make you break ya neck Woo hah, woo hah, got you all in check And you know we come through, to reck the disco tech Woo hah, woo, I got you all in check Throw your hands up in the air, and never disrespect Woo hah, woo hah, I got you all in check Busta Rhymes up in the place, true indeed Yes, I catch wreck and that's word on my seed I'm guaranteed to give you what you need One blood everybody like junior reed Make up every morning, I must succeed Nationwide ruckus make the world stampede Yo, Willie make we roll some-- Made charge...now I must proceed Yo, we bout to make moves set speed Peace to baby phife cue-tip ali-shaheed Watch me knock you out like apollo creed Body blows bustin' you... makin' you bleed Just feed off the dynamic flows and take heed Need more information, homeboy then just read Ayyy, you can read all about the pure breed Do the bogle dance man, do the pepperseed (repeat 1) How dare you ever try, to step on my suede shoes Top Gun...down your firm like Tom Cruise Please, let me get down and blow a fuse Actin' fools, brakin'...down to molecules Yo, let me hit you with my ill street blues Busta Rhymez always headlines the street news Woo hah, woo hah Ah, baby girl, don't be confused Sail my Seven Seas and enjoy my boat cruise I know you really want to know who's Comin' through leavin...stains and residues Sorry homeboy, but your flow sounds used Got to pay your dues, baby, you know the rules Whenever I travel the world I landcruise If you choose to...around, you get bruised Now, I got you gas on super unleaded fuels Give me room gimme some space yo excuse (rpt 1) You're now rockin' with the best Busta Rhymez coming through from the flip mode squad Boyscouts who I be straight to your dome We comin' straight to your dome Bringin' all the ruckus, to all you rad mother... Boyscouts who I be flipmode is da squad Busta Rhyme break it down like this Yo, which mother...stole my flow, eenie meenie minie moe Throw them type a...right out my window Blast they...hit them from a direct blow Bo, comin' through like G.I. Joe Star wars movin' like Han Solo Make you bounce around like this was calypso Always shine 'cause I got the hi-pro glow You think that you can hide, you think you can lay low Roll up on you...like Hawaii 5-0 Make out with my dreads in my kangol Forget the moe... just pass the cisco Yo, take a trip down to Mexico Come back with that...that might make you psycho Maximum frequency through your stereo Sorry, this is it, but homeboy I gotta go (rpt 1) Yeah, hey, hey, yo hey... |
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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 [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 [Clean Version] (1996)
Word up, let me just fuck with your mind, please
Aiy! Aiyyo-yo-yo, yo! Let me fuck up your mind On time, showin, you the, rhythm as I get wreck and get raw Yeah I be the man, comin off, that be raw It's Busta Rhymes givin you much more So... Yo y'all (y'all) one more time I come Knucklehead flow that make you act REAL DUMB Yo (yo), I burn your food like Florence Run up in your crib like my name was search warrants Shut your mouth nigga don't you complain Fix you up, mix you with cut like pro-caines Ooh!! Insane to your brain Right on your subconscious, I leave my SHIT stain I be the mostest with rhyme overdoses Hot stepping over shit like Ini Kamoze's Sick lyrics like multiple sclerosis Focus, while I display flows ferocious Weak niggaz just fall and keep tumbling Distribute lyrics like I'm hand to hand herb hustling Hardcore like Quick Draw McGraw Fuck what you heard you ain't heard this before I make sure everything remains raw (4X) Yo, when I step in the place I leave damages Nuff bandages on pussy from miscarriages Yo, watch me bring the newest recipe Fuck you up quick and condemn you all with leprosy Let me hit you with flows, that come various Hahh, send you home and make you lie bout your alias Ha-ha, niggaz can't see my routine When I round up my Flipmode niggaz and get cream Hey, you! You know what the fuck I mean Now I'm on the scene, stepping through like Mean Joe Green Now I'm making you feel the extreme Till I black you out then turn on my real high beam Oh shit, now I got your brains fried Once you inhale smoke from my flow, CARBON MONOXIDE! Use your imagination, let me take you higher Rain hail snow earthquakes, Earth Wind & Fire Yo, hit the dirt, get on the floor I'm that outlaw nigga living right next door You should just roll out the red carpet All movin targets, I got you open like supermarkets (Word up, word up) Yo yo, there's only five years left While niggaz is scared to death they breathe they last breath Days of my Life goes on, word is bond I make you feel my proton, neutron, and electron Yo, I be the number one icon Word to the holy Qu'ran, I rock on and on On and on, hey, on and on and on You won't understand when I form Voltron Hahahaha, everything remains raw * in background: I make sure everything remains raw * (7X) Word is bond, niggaz don't really understand shit Niggaz don't motherfuckin know y'all, hahah Flipmode is the motherfuckin Squad y'all, hahah I make sure everything remains raw, hahah Word is bond, niggaz don't know the real shit There's only five years left! Word is bond Niggaz don't know though There's only five years left! Hahah Remember that nigga, all you, remember that There's only five years left! Hahaha |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Coming [Clean Version] (1996)
(feat. Flipmode Squad, Def Squad)
(Verse One: Jamal) Taking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the cream Here to kill your whole scene and your motherfuckin team Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me You probably know some bitch niggaz who wanna murder me Busta Reggie Murray Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster For me the microphone master Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull Fucky with Mally G if you're trying to take a fall Niggaz talk about killin and never get to it Fuck the yappin, be true to it, do it Steady scream about your East and your West side But you ain't in it when it comes to the homicide Niggaz better get up off that bullshit quick Caught up in the limelight gettin way too slick See em at the shows bout to rock they shit off Gettin they peeps fucked up cause they block is soft As for terror, I sever the best of MC's Look, little Mally G trippin off these indo trees About to murder label's jerkin but mercy us Def Squad niggaz prophesize like the Perseus Droppin degrees to zero with flatlines Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme One rhyme... one rhyme... just one rhyme I don't give a fuck I kill em with just one rhyme Woo, hah, heh, yahah, you wish that you could get with this Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's My time to shine and I'm still payin dues And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker I only tell you nothin but the real it's tight up in the struggle tryin to get this fuckin meal, why? Niggaz act shifty so I shift a long three tri three chrome, it's the same ol song I seen the shades and the suedes from afar Pah But hold up do you know who I are? The M-A-Double, you want trouble you got it the spot is on You blot it I got it then shot it it's hot up in your dome Peace with the chrome piece that I pack Remember fuck around and catch a Mack to your back (Verse Two: Redman) Who the fuck I be I, you cannot see I Flabbergasted, blasted, my Magnum P.I. Oops I lie, I got a cannon bout the size of Grand Canyon I'm prime time, giving MC's Knots Landing Duck, heavens to fuckin Merkatroid I drop noise that employs the unbelievable Recline like receding hairline, crime speaks fine with a nine pull line blind keep mines up my sleeve until you start to quiver, metabolism splits rivers I rock so many broads I leave your entourage tender Like bartenders mix liquor I serve you over the rocks, I feed you to my flock, now time to click triggers Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters raw water turn sons to grandaughters Ah ha ha ha ha! I bring trouble where, you sleep So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear, coat Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo MC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo My star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions Shuttin down national state buildings with high ceilings Funk Doc to the spot freeze Creepin on MC's like Vietnamese in army fatigues Def Squad representer Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter (Verse Three: Keith Murray) Hey yo once a crack head, always a tack head You have no craftibility all that shit you talk is dead As sex drugs and violence, balance the scales of reality Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously Niggaz ain't shit to me (word up) You stupid niggaz always got somethin smart to say And probably can't even spell TWA My crew is like police pull up and park anywhere (ERRRRR) Jump out and get it on right then and there (whassup whassup??) Niggaz is pussy and ways and actions show it Most of y'all niggaz dead, and don't even know it And Def Squad L.O.D. for life (word up, yeah fuck your life) Act trife I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife (Interlude: Announcer) Aiyyo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G Redman, Keith Murray, bringin the ruckus, the Def Squad Next up is the Flipmode Squad, this is Howard Cossell First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout Lord Have Mercy For, and the In-fer-mous Busta Rhymes (Verse Four: Rampage) Two one two, I'm living life as a rugged MC When I step up in your jam yo I'm V.I.P. Niggaz and bitches be eyein me I'm spontaneous, I'm wreckin brothers out the frame Because I'm dangerous I'm well known like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile *beeping* I'm great distance like AT&T I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee Yo I Fades Them All like my man Mally G Whip a nigga ass for free And makin sure he see visions of me Rampage the talk of the town The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt) I'm comin thorough like a pack of Life Savers Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors My technique I freak seven days a week I'm undefeated, you can see my Quantum Leap I'm hittin brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert Those who got no publishing they need to get jerked (no doubt) a hundred percent, I gets down what I invent Rap artists be dying to a certain extent Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback That shit is wack, fade away and never come back (Verse Five: Lord Have Mercy) For now and forever, it's the, evil that men do Mental, my inner center Winter Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor Invader, evacuate I collapse your major Straights and lose minds You're splits two times, for intruders, for these losers My maneuvers, drop like lugers Illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's Splittin blessings, with three Weapons Lay in the cut like C-Sections, infestin the nine-six For you mindless, niggaz I smack spineless Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, oooh, oooh ooh ooh Corrupt your minors, like New York City's finest lineups, on LSD fine fust, in your sinus Crush like chinas, opiuMC grinders My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners The infiltrator, creator, I'm sinful Papers stay viscous like religious cults Leaders that drop scriptures, and rock clips or assault heaters My Flipmode niggaz, we're like Afghanistan guerillas (Verse Six: Busta Rhymes) If you want more information look listen and read While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed Satisfy my lyrical semen, plants my Johnny Apple-seed Mental slave grip on your brain like white people My music will dominate the population like black people Utilize my efforts to execersize my inner thoughts I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts Hold down the forts smokin drinkin mad quarts For sports talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts Let's get the cream so that we can move up in this fortress Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong We represent the ultimate unit for the nine-season Flipmode Squad will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down Till they come through like the ATF and shut your shit down Alcohol tobacco and firearms is how we movin Raw rapid fire flows while the music keeps you niggaz groovin I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin From your conversation the way you come across your shit is off Malfunctionin my nigga you about to feel the real force Lay you on your face while I beat you up your head with the holy cross Exotic niggaz blastin off to the Land of the Lost If you can't see this I recommend some school for the blind by Helen Keller Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas Redman and the Rockafellas Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray sunny days and bad weathers But still we travel the world like National Lampoon It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire ninety-six SO STAY TUNED!!! Hahahahahahahahah Flipmode COMPLETELY getting inside that ass Def Squad, respek |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Coming [Clean Version] (1996)
Yo, I rearrange your wholesome change
Complicate your vision and make the world look strange Try to remain calm but yet you still feel perspiration Drip from the top of your lip - losing concentration Don't you try to front like we got some type affiliation Bought yourself a piece you shit to try and avoid the confrontation Fear me, it's in your bloodstream feel the circulation Permenantly trife and affecting life like ammunisation Oh shit, I've got you feeling nervous on purpose (Ha!) I love bring that shit right at you - door to door service Instantaneous, you will still get your shit bust (Bust) Only spontaneous, all that shit talk is miscellaneous You be rolling shady we gonn' establish all the shadyist Yet all of my black peoples be the most craziest Numerals of funerals every day When I take a closer look of all my niggas around my way (Ha!) Ha, yeah, I love to dig from deep within Making your head spin Hot Fudge coming on in good lord Hot Fudge coming on in good lord Hot Fudge coming on in good lord Hot Fudge... Da Da Do Dee Da Do Da De Do Da Da Ohh Ohh Ohh Do Da Do Dee Da Do Da De Do Da Da Oww Oww Oww Aeiyo, you look like my man, y'all look similiar Alibis that niggas trying use like we familiar Fuck that! You really need to check your criteria Violating the world, annihilate your whole area Been in this too long to allow niggas to try to take mine 23 years deep and I still exist as BUSTA RHYMES! Aeiyo, I'm in this to win this, gets down to handle my buisiness While I be Busta Rhymes you still be whoever your name is In my past life the world felt my mega blast Now in my present life I'ma still bust your fucking ass Yo, it's been predicted, ever since I was a child Getting addicted to candy bars I was still wicked Drop jewels on many fools while my niggas pack tools In '89 when we signed this Leaders Of The New School Four, lyrical Schwarzeneggers rolling like commanders Wrecking shit, hit after hit, while we set the standards Back then came leaders of the 'New it was like a dream come true You could scream on the mic and do what you gotta do In the meantime I show improved and stick my lagoon theory Scream at the top of my lungs until you fuckers hear me Yo, I love to dig from deep within Making your head spin Hot Fudge coming on in good lord Hot Fudge coming on in good lord Hot Fudge coming on in good lord Hot Fudge coming Da Da Do Dee Da Do Da De Do Da Da Ohh Ohh Ohh Do Da Do Dee Da Do Da De Do Da Da Oww Oww Oww Da Da Do Dee Da Do Da Ohh Ohh Ohh Do Da Do Dee Da Do Da Oww Oww Oww Numerals of funerals everyday (repeat 12X |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Coming [Clean Version] (1996)
My rhymes profess life like the birds and the bees
Make Funk-Master Flex say yo I'm feeling these Flows make you shit in your drawers. Change your dungarees Smoking trees, getting cottonmouth, wild munchies Bowed down the block eating food at Luigi's Constipated...too much extra cheese Well anyway, while I was cooling down at Luigi's I met some Siamese twins from overseas...Lebanese Let's begin with the friends from New Orleans They had a fifth friend. She was straight Black-Portuguese Pretty palm-olive-soaped skin, Aloe Vera-lese She looked like the type of chick you only see in fantasies The type of chick you would kill for to get between the knees Yo. I made time to chill with Miss Portuguese Would you believe, the bitch tried to steal my fucking house keys And rob me for my G's Had to show this crazy broad, I mastered my Degrees and my Ph.D.s Got your face on camera; motherfucker say cheese You better get with your friends quick, before I start to squeeze Getting caught up in that freaky gold-digger Jamborees I caught that ill vibe, Tip (Word, Bust?) Yo, yo, word That ill vibe, Tip (Word, Bust?) Yo, yo, word 'Cause when I'm in the place you know my shit be absurd. (I caught that ill vibe Bust) Word Tip? (Yo, yo, word) (That ill vibe, Bust) Word, Tip? (Yo, yo, word) (So when I hold the Mic you know my shit be absurd) (I caught that ill vibe, Bust) Word, Tip? (Yo, yo, word) Q-Tip I got weight on my shoulders in the form of this beat Ain't nothing sweet, on the street, for good these I compete Come off complete And you need to get back in your stance We enhance and we're playing the whole world circumstance So do good in your hood even though you puff life Positive to comply Don't screw up facing that crowd Progress don't fall back. We can't have that I'll hold your hand Black We can't wind up with scratch I put my best foot forward, when I play in life Cause this world as I live it, chill's like a double edged knife In the jam we regulate, cause we organize Logically thinking when along's enterprise A lot of brothers from the ghetto got the gift of gab Peace to the West Coast and the East, we's fam Need I make mention that the crew we've got Make things get hot, like the FoFo shot. Blauw! No we don't promote no guns, but don't turn that cheek In the world that we live calmness is viewed as weak So, we got to stay awake for all these lizards and snakes Some of them come as friends; some of them come as Jakes We decipher all the force and build rounds with our friends Why's that? So we can live right until time ends Yo why's that? I estimate, so we can get these ends Yo true that? Busta and Tip, you know we make minds bend (I caught that ill vibe, Bust) Word, Tip? (Yo, yo, word) (So when I hold the Mic you know my shit be absurd) (That ill vibe, Bust) Word, Tip? (Yo, yo, word) (I caught that ill vibe Bust) Word Tip? (Yo, yo, word) 'Cause when I'm in the place you know my shit be absurd. That ill vibe, Tip (Word, Bust?) Yo, yo, word I caught that ill vibe, Tip (Word, Bust?) Yo, yo, word |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Coming [Clean Version] (1996)
It's a party
S.w.v, busta rhymes, allstar Coming back one time Blow your mind Hit you up like that Throw your hands up - party people in the place Busta rhymes, flipmode squad all in your face Yes we coming through, yes you better tie your shoelace [swv] We're hanging out all night (oh!) Throw your hands up high (throw your hands up high) We can do it This is how we party This is how we party We're hanging out all night (oh!) (word is bond son) Throw your hands up high (throw your hands up high) We can do it This is how we party [busta rhymes] It was a party late at night and everybody was wrecking Niggas spending wild money and bitches got they ass shaking Son, take time to rewind And just remember the party time starts at nine And doesn't end until the sun shine Everytime we surface, overwork this niggas purchase The simple fact they have never heard this ** more live this summer - we get's dumber ** ** banging beats out ya hummer or ya forerunner ** ** party time is when (what?) strap up, fasten your belt ** ** racing with style of franklin d. roosevelt ** Son no stress at the door we gets blessed With the ability to finesse the all access V.i.p passes, all different classes Bang asses, look around son, take off your glasses The d.j announced we're in the house You freaking out wilding to the point where everybody passing out [swv] We're hanging out all night (oh!) Throw your hands up high (throw your hands up high) We can do it This is how we party (busta rhymes and s.w.v) This is how we party We're hanging out all night (oh!) Throw your hands up high (throw your hands up high) We can do it This is how we party [busta rhymes] Hit you off with a slice to device that i manoveure My mechanism precise to make you feel nice Hopscotch, hold your crotch The top-notch sip on sex on the beaches with cantilopes and apricots Yo, what's the time on your watch, blow the spot While we lead in car lines as long as four blocks And i would like to say that (you now rocking with best) Cause the party scenes ripping down in every single summer fest My advance flow making you dance from here to france Women ripping through their extra-tight pants ** bounce to fly functions, introductions are made ** ** follow instructions, police keep it fly from the post production ** ** hot to def solar eclipse we take trips and fly with ** ** women sucking little white zips ** Rocking from party to party Backyard to yard We always holding down my niggas Flipmode is the squad! [swv] We're hanging out all night (oh!) Throw your hands up high (throw your hands up high) We can do it This is how we party (this is how we party) This is how we party We're hanging out all night (oh!) Throw your hands up high (we making out) (throw your hands up high) We can do it This is how we party (this is how we party) [busta rhymes] Aeiyo, we do it like this and we do it like that Kid, you can smoke a lot but make sure that you pass it right back (so we can do it again) and make you party all night (keep it movin') make you bang your head and lose your eyesight You motherfucking right! You know we keep it extra tight We're feeling dynamite, niggas is freaking broads like they dolomite Niggas know the plan when we all step in the jam Expand the name brand (flipmode squad) You know who i am Plus i bust coming through with god we trust Make you bite the dust coming through stacking is always a must The guards roll with us while you chickenheads lust See you at the jam whether you on the subway or the bus We make it hap and iller we keeps the party extra live That make you bounce around like bounty killer, no jive, yo ** just when you think that we about to retire ** ** breaking the wire, keep it blazing and ignite the party back on fire ** [swv] We're hanging out all night (all night) Throw your hands up high (throw your hands up high) We can do it (yeah) This is how we party (this is how we party) This is how we party (flipmode is the squad) We're hanging out all night (oh!) Throw your hands up high (throw your hands up high) We can do it This is how we party (this is how we party) We can do it We can do it [busta rhymes] This is how we party Flipmode squad, allstar remix Busting you on your head, peace |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Coming [Clean Version] (1996)
feat. Dinco, Milo, Charlie Brown)
(Intro: Busta Rhymes) Aiyo, where my niggas at? Fuck, my niggas is at? Where my Leaders Of The New School niggas is at? Yo, aiyo C Brown, C Brown where the fuck you at, dun? Aiyo Milo, Milo and the dance, where the fuck you at, nigga? Aiyo aiyo Dinco, where you at, son? Where the fuck my Leaders niggas is at, man? Fuck man, I'm ready to grab my niggas Them niggas need to go to blow or sometin Keep it movin', keep it movin' (Runnin faster than the speed of a bullet) Keep it movin', keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along (Has more rhymes than any other DJ that has craps) Keep it movin', keep it movin' (Able to leap sucker MC's in a single bound) Keep it movin', keep it movin' (Look at the jam of the mic) Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along (It's the L-the O-the N-the S) (Verse 1: Dinco, Milo) Three in this to grass it up like me Besides TNT, see an N and BG My visionary which is skippin on my D-O-G I guess it was a S-O-S from G-O-D Chaos has arisen interteller space souls (SOULS!) Cellular, good ridance, like keypads wit ol' bass Third planet states while the rest of the world waits (WAITS!) Joy to the world, meaning hell, snow and earthquakes Participates, modulates If comets were round plates, bitten names gates For only those that ???? relates, case after case (CASE!) Dinco's on the next space Movin strategically in the Solar System's waste (RAHHH!) Size 25, the lymph still be in place (HAHHH!) Stretch and extending, for flexin is impending It's not mind-bending or *?refriending?* to keep remembering (HMMM!) Cos everybody's people gonna die, or believe (WOO-HOO!) we dispense necessity, to shout and receive KEEP IT MOVIN' ALONG People in the party, are you really feelin? We ain't seein eye-to-eye so you ain't really seein (SEE!) I be hippin all type of niggas, sayin fuck that nigga Blow When they see me in the party, they better act like they know YO, we connectin dots that makes spots hot Uhh, to the beat'cha (Y'ALL!), ah ya don't stop (STOP!) Notice, how many groups can formulate then lose focus With a lot of hocus pocus, concepts that sound bogus I'm seein the world and all its different kind of poses (WOO!) Crush you like roaches, that's keepin the crowd movin (HAA!) Mr and the dancers, who said "Culture consumin?" Never face, he ????? ????? and strength Cos I can terminate, like a dirty hypodermic needle My vision's clearer than the sights on an eagle Stop them bustin high, bring the head back to my table Don't front, circle circle, dot dot, you catch your speed, not Feel that, cos this type of vibe sounds done (Far from the...., to the doe-run-run-run to the doe-run-run) (YES!) Yes to the beat-boys and your ass accepted Exclusive, L-O-N-S bringin the ruckus, wild aggressive (Chorus:) Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along Keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin' Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along (Verse 2: Charlie Brown, Busta Rhymes) Now don't get me wrong, CHILL!!! Let me out, no question, no doubt ????? god is a drought I've come to wet the party like a tropical depression ????? mixed with scherm for this musical session (STOP!) stressin, testin, second-guessin, who's 'fessin? Life is a lesson in disguise like a blessin Blinkin, kickin, better back up chickens The guns stun split, I keep it real, front *?worm?* (*?WORM!?*) Cos I'm like a ???? hands therapeutic Measurements, square, feet, and cubic We're all makin pennies off a record, so who needs the paper? (WHO?) The man in Manhatten lampin in the skyscrapers How much can a nigga take before he break fool? I tell ya cool, with the New School And the tool to examine my unorthodox pattern From Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter and Saturn and don't forget Uranus, Neptune and Pluto Flow deeper than the lava inside a volcano, bro (Never snitch, never dominate I'll be wild, smokin drowsy) Fuckin up my economics, is it rather ironic Sippin gin, juice and tonic Like Shawn Kemp with some hemp, super sound and sonic Baby, above your head, below your feet and it still wimp C-Boogie Brown, my shit is brilliant Yah yah, yah (AHH!) My shit be so ginamic and I'ma take 4 steps and cross the whole Titanic Better believe I (KEEP!) movin (OVER!) people ????? You know my crew funk, bringin in full flaga' Bringin it back like I'm fresh out the box, pair of broke ass 69ers (IS THERE NUTTIN NEW?) All in the house so open up your blinders Yo, I be the Moses takin poses When the wine flows so beautiful like a large bouquet of roses (Chorus:) Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along Keep it movin', keep it movin' (Verse 3: Busta Rhymes) Keep it movin now No need to try to stop it, we gon' wreck shit anyhow Your, limitations is somethin I never will allow When we bake the cake, I be that nigga that brings the icing Disregard your whole identity and revoke your driver's licence You know I blast in your ass real fast Got your bladder burning, desperate for a bathroom pass My ????? like a Busta Rhymes statue made of grass C'mon, hypnotise some ass, shit so hot, better jump in the water, nigga (SPLASH!) Breakin fools at parties like a ruckus sound class Make a philly down the back and mix the weed with more hash I will wash away your pain like Draino Erupting like the angriest volcano, or the wickedest whirlwind and tornado We stay up in the streets, cruisin, me and my whole crew, gotta....... (Chorus:) Keep it movin' along Keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin' Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along Keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin' Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along Keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin' Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along Keep it movin' (Outro:) This one goes out to the three brothers that I love the most, in memory of this song My man Ratto, my man Big Joe, my nigga Love Them niggas rest, most comfortable Peace, L-O-N-S, forever |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Coming [Clean Version] (1996)
RRRRRROAW RRRR.. RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW
til my dragon baby stop whinin I see my influence still.. RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW til my dragon baby stop whinin I see my influence still.. RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW til my dragon baby stop whinin I see my influence still.. RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW til my dragon baby stop whinin I see my influence still shinin Hah! Hit you with my ultraviolence Skin cancer causing laser beam flow then causing riot Oh shit! I'm gon' give you more and more (hah) flows that's gon' help you see who got the real raw -- you can watch me wreck (huh) for the entire nine seasons Cold-blooded flow that got you motherfuckers freezin You (you) must (must) find (find) your style Identify with your own profile! Uhh uhh Niggaz don't understand what we be talkin about Designed especially for biters who try to figure it out!! Huh, WHOOOO! Ice Capades all over beats son while I smoke your Phillies all the way down to the last one (HAH) Yo watch me skyrocket (HUH) Prop me for my flow then get your hand out my pocket As the world keeps on turnin Killing microphones as the nigga most determined Keeping biters fiending like this was they last serving Stay away from fake motherfucks like Mark Fuhrman Got your whole entire +Little House on the Prarie+ burning Stick me for my rhyme like you stuck me for my Sherlings Yo, you must be out your fuckin mind The only thing you really need to do is chill and watch the sun shine RRRR.. RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW til my dragon baby stop whinin I see my influence still shinin Hah, hah, hah, hah Hoh, hoh, hoh, HAHHHHHHHH! Hey, get with this here roll call Keep my peoples movin like a U-Haul Then I'm gonna hit you, wit that shit that's sure to make your dome crack Watch me knock you down You'll be surprised how quick the fuckin word will get around A biter came up missin and the bitch was never found, YO I come with shit, so sure, to hit Hit you til your motherfuckin dome split Counterfeit niggaz need to sit back up off of it And if you don't listen you deserve whatever you get *gasping for air* Just a moment, let me take a breather Got you niggaz sweatin coal, like you caught the fever Just to know my every move you fuck a freak psychic reader For those who bite my flows I got to always pack my heater Yo, I was the one that (hah) made a nigga cough (huh) Soft (hoo!) Wait quick to turn a nigga off Yo, I'm quick to break a niggaz spine and any effort made by those who try to take mine RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW til my dragon baby stop whinin I see my influence still shinin .. RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW til my dragon baby stop whinin I see my influence still.. RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW til my dragon baby stop whinin I see my influence still.. RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW til my dragon baby stop whinin I see my influence still shinin.. |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Coming [Clean Version] (1996)
This is dedicated to all those who don't see it coming...
(Chorus: Busta Rhymes) You can live true baby, you can live trife Whatever way you chose you got to leave your life Aiyyo you're running out of time, and you bout to cross The finish line, the finish line (repeat Chorus) (Verse One: Busta Rhymes) And, yo! I can't afford to waste a second Steppin with my eyes on niggaz checkin on my weapons Every millisecond, motherfuckers say they true to this But when they grab the microphone they shit sound like stupidness *beatboxing* Hah, mad to pull another vicious scandal I know that you can't handle when I flip from other angles now Feel my hot wax, burning from my melting candles You can't take the heat, so you switch from boots to wearing sandals This is for example! Shit will make a nigga curse When worse comes to worse, you be the first to disperse now We don't BELIEVE your man was living like that Hoping to find that nigga see exactly where his heart was at It's a damn shame how Son know your style, know your name Watch how he pull your file, make you wish you never fuckin came NOW Even the hardest motherfucker has his final day So kill that shit you talkin, and be about your fuckin way (Chorus 2X) (Verse Two: Busta Rhymes) Yo, everyday I see you on the block smoking With a bunch of niggaz scoping on how they can split you WIDE open You don't even know what's going on up in your circle Awful murder niggaz itch to leave you black blue and purple Ahh, your man came to put you on and tried to make you bleed Hit you with some shit that left you flippin mad in disbelief You just can't believe that niggaz that you smoke with is on it And the way they rass they really got to bust yo' shit! Thought your man was joking, paid no attention to the situation Got with your crew and just continued smoking Now your man sit and watch you panic In any other situation you'd be fronting like you gigantic I guess all that fronting is your main talent It's apparent, he can see right through you like you transparent Hah, aiyyo you need to watch your back you running out of time Watch your step, cuz you only inches from the finish line (Chorus 2X) (Verse Three: Busta Rhymes) Now, there's about a million motherfuckers on your trail Quick to bust your shit for every single time your words failed I'm watchin all the moves you makin fuck the speculatin Super-bitch nigga you just be fakin if I'm not mistakin Every move you fake you dig your grave a little deeper Come around me with that shit I'ma flip it to my brother's keeper Listen to this: overstress my emphasis I insist to fix and bring the noise as long as I exist Now you walk around the streets with all that shit you speak And step inside the club just to receive the illest ass beating HOO! Take a look around you get no type of sympathy Impatiently, I sit and watch you die in your own iniquity Hah, now you out dead and stinkin, and your eyes are no longer blinkin Time caught up quick, with your little BITCH way of thinkin Ahh, watch you diminish, while your niggaz have to put a finish On your misleading false image (Chorus 5X) Word is bond, bond is life You shall be willing to give your life Before your words shall fail All those who out there frontin, misleading they peoples Actin other than they really are It will catch up to you player, word is bond So that's, specifically, to all those fake motherfuckers Living out here on that bullshit Trying to act like they know what the fuck's going on |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Coming [Clean Version] (1996)
It's Busta Rhymez, they do much more
So yo you one more time, knucklehead flow that You act real dumb, yo, I'm pert near fool Lights out when, let it riplike my neck With search warrant, I make sure verything we make is raw I make sure everything we make is raw... Yah, yah, yah... 1-When I step up in the place, ay you I step correct Woo hah woo hah Got you all in check, I got that head nod That make you break ya neck Woo hah, woo hah, got you all in check And you know we come through, to reck the disco tech Woo hah, woo, I got you all in check Throw your hands up in the air, and never disrespect Woo hah, woo hah, I got you all in check Busta Rhymes up in the place, true indeed Yes, I catch wreck and that's word on my seed I'm guaranteed to give you what you need One blood everybody like junior reed Make up every morning, I must succeed Nationwide ruckus make the world stampede Yo, Willie make we roll some-- Made charge...now I must proceed Yo, we bout to make moves set speed Peace to baby phife cue-tip ali-shaheed Watch me knock you out like apollo creed Body blows bustin' you... makin' you bleed Just feed off the dynamic flows and take heed Need more information, homeboy then just read Ayyy, you can read all about the pure breed Do the bogle dance man, do the pepperseed (repeat 1) How dare you ever try, to step on my suede shoes Top Gun...down your firm like Tom Cruise Please, let me get down and blow a fuse Actin' fools, brakin'...down to molecules Yo, let me hit you with my ill street blues Busta Rhymez always headlines the street news Woo hah, woo hah Ah, baby girl, don't be confused Sail my Seven Seas and enjoy my boat cruise I know you really want to know who's Comin' through leavin...stains and residues Sorry homeboy, but your flow sounds used Got to pay your dues, baby, you know the rules Whenever I travel the world I landcruise If you choose to...around, you get bruised Now, I got you gas on super unleaded fuels Give me room gimme some space yo excuse (rpt 1) You're now rockin' with the best Busta Rhymez coming through from the flip mode squad Boyscouts who I be straight to your dome We comin' straight to your dome Bringin' all the ruckus, to all you rad mother... Boyscouts who I be flipmode is da squad Busta Rhyme break it down like this Yo, which mother...stole my flow, eenie meenie minie moe Throw them type a...right out my window Blast they...hit them from a direct blow Bo, comin' through like G.I. Joe Star wars movin' like Han Solo Make you bounce around like this was calypso Always shine 'cause I got the hi-pro glow You think that you can hide, you think you can lay low Roll up on you...like Hawaii 5-0 Make out with my dreads in my kangol Forget the moe... just pass the cisco Yo, take a trip down to Mexico Come back with that...that might make you psycho Maximum frequency through your stereo Sorry, this is it, but homeboy I gotta go (rpt 1) Yeah, hey, hey, yo hey... |
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from Busta Rhymes - It''s A Party/Ill Vibe (1996)
My rhymes profess life like the birds and the bees
Make Funk-Master Flex say yo I'm feeling these Flows make you shit in your drawers. Change your dungarees Smoking trees, getting cottonmouth, wild munchies Bowed down the block eating food at Luigi's Constipated...too much extra cheese Well anyway, while I was cooling down at Luigi's I met some Siamese twins from overseas...Lebanese Let's begin with the friends from New Orleans They had a fifth friend. She was straight Black-Portuguese Pretty palm-olive-soaped skin, Aloe Vera-lese She looked like the type of chick you only see in fantasies The type of chick you would kill for to get between the knees Yo. I made time to chill with Miss Portuguese Would you believe, the bitch tried to steal my fucking house keys And rob me for my G's Had to show this crazy broad, I mastered my Degrees and my Ph.D.s Got your face on camera; motherfucker say cheese You better get with your friends quick, before I start to squeeze Getting caught up in that freaky gold-digger Jamborees I caught that ill vibe, Tip (Word, Bust?) Yo, yo, word That ill vibe, Tip (Word, Bust?) Yo, yo, word 'Cause when I'm in the place you know my shit be absurd. (I caught that ill vibe Bust) Word Tip? (Yo, yo, word) (That ill vibe, Bust) Word, Tip? (Yo, yo, word) (So when I hold the Mic you know my shit be absurd) (I caught that ill vibe, Bust) Word, Tip? (Yo, yo, word) Q-Tip I got weight on my shoulders in the form of this beat Ain't nothing sweet, on the street, for good these I compete Come off complete And you need to get back in your stance We enhance and we're playing the whole world circumstance So do good in your hood even though you puff life Positive to comply Don't screw up facing that crowd Progress don't fall back. We can't have that I'll hold your hand Black We can't wind up with scratch I put my best foot forward, when I play in life Cause this world as I live it, chill's like a double edged knife In the jam we regulate, cause we organize Logically thinking when along's enterprise A lot of brothers from the ghetto got the gift of gab Peace to the West Coast and the East, we's fam Need I make mention that the crew we've got Make things get hot, like the FoFo shot. Blauw! No we don't promote no guns, but don't turn that cheek In the world that we live calmness is viewed as weak So, we got to stay awake for all these lizards and snakes Some of them come as friends; some of them come as Jakes We decipher all the force and build rounds with our friends Why's that? So we can live right until time ends Yo why's that? I estimate, so we can get these ends Yo true that? Busta and Tip, you know we make minds bend (I caught that ill vibe, Bust) Word, Tip? (Yo, yo, word) (So when I hold the Mic you know my shit be absurd) (That ill vibe, Bust) Word, Tip? (Yo, yo, word) (I caught that ill vibe Bust) Word Tip? (Yo, yo, word) 'Cause when I'm in the place you know my shit be absurd. That ill vibe, Tip (Word, Bust?) Yo, yo, word I caught that ill vibe, Tip (Word, Bust?) Yo, yo, word |
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from Busta Rhymes - It''s A Party/Ill Vibe (1996)
It's a party
S.w.v, busta rhymes, allstar Coming back one time Blow your mind Hit you up like that Throw your hands up - party people in the place Busta rhymes, flipmode squad all in your face Yes we coming through, yes you better tie your shoelace [swv] We're hanging out all night (oh!) Throw your hands up high (throw your hands up high) We can do it This is how we party This is how we party We're hanging out all night (oh!) (word is bond son) Throw your hands up high (throw your hands up high) We can do it This is how we party [busta rhymes] It was a party late at night and everybody was wrecking Niggas spending wild money and bitches got they ass shaking Son, take time to rewind And just remember the party time starts at nine And doesn't end until the sun shine Everytime we surface, overwork this niggas purchase The simple fact they have never heard this ** more live this summer - we get's dumber ** ** banging beats out ya hummer or ya forerunner ** ** party time is when (what?) strap up, fasten your belt ** ** racing with style of franklin d. roosevelt ** Son no stress at the door we gets blessed With the ability to finesse the all access V.i.p passes, all different classes Bang asses, look around son, take off your glasses The d.j announced we're in the house You freaking out wilding to the point where everybody passing out [swv] We're hanging out all night (oh!) Throw your hands up high (throw your hands up high) We can do it This is how we party (busta rhymes and s.w.v) This is how we party We're hanging out all night (oh!) Throw your hands up high (throw your hands up high) We can do it This is how we party [busta rhymes] Hit you off with a slice to device that i manoveure My mechanism precise to make you feel nice Hopscotch, hold your crotch The top-notch sip on sex on the beaches with cantilopes and apricots Yo, what's the time on your watch, blow the spot While we lead in car lines as long as four blocks And i would like to say that (you now rocking with best) Cause the party scenes ripping down in every single summer fest My advance flow making you dance from here to france Women ripping through their extra-tight pants ** bounce to fly functions, introductions are made ** ** follow instructions, police keep it fly from the post production ** ** hot to def solar eclipse we take trips and fly with ** ** women sucking little white zips ** Rocking from party to party Backyard to yard We always holding down my niggas Flipmode is the squad! [swv] We're hanging out all night (oh!) Throw your hands up high (throw your hands up high) We can do it This is how we party (this is how we party) This is how we party We're hanging out all night (oh!) Throw your hands up high (we making out) (throw your hands up high) We can do it This is how we party (this is how we party) [busta rhymes] Aeiyo, we do it like this and we do it like that Kid, you can smoke a lot but make sure that you pass it right back (so we can do it again) and make you party all night (keep it movin') make you bang your head and lose your eyesight You motherfucking right! You know we keep it extra tight We're feeling dynamite, niggas is freaking broads like they dolomite Niggas know the plan when we all step in the jam Expand the name brand (flipmode squad) You know who i am Plus i bust coming through with god we trust Make you bite the dust coming through stacking is always a must The guards roll with us while you chickenheads lust See you at the jam whether you on the subway or the bus We make it hap and iller we keeps the party extra live That make you bounce around like bounty killer, no jive, yo ** just when you think that we about to retire ** ** breaking the wire, keep it blazing and ignite the party back on fire ** [swv] We're hanging out all night (all night) Throw your hands up high (throw your hands up high) We can do it (yeah) This is how we party (this is how we party) This is how we party (flipmode is the squad) We're hanging out all night (oh!) Throw your hands up high (throw your hands up high) We can do it This is how we party (this is how we party) We can do it We can do it [busta rhymes] This is how we party Flipmode squad, allstar remix Busting you on your head, peace |
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from Set It Off (셋 잇 오프) by Christopher Young [ost] (1996)
Ha Ha Ha Uh Yeah Yeah While we hit you with another one of them old phenomenal shits Nineteen ninety six that nigga comes through with another one of them fucking ill ones Busta Rhymes in the place to be Flipmode Squad Y'all motherfuckers keep it right here You know how it's going down son Blow the spot up one shot Yo check it out Aeiyo son I get busy each and every day Freaky different shit make you bounce around your way So many niggas just away Talking shit on mics with nothing to say When I display freaky bump shit you wanna say Hit you off, make you and your peoples wanna stay Yo, who be that nigga that be coming through? That's me I'll take the mics just overview Ha, who, ha Tell me just what you wanna do Hit with more shit that make you feel brand new Steady solid gold posting like Marilyn Macu Suckers suffocating till their faces turn blue You don't have a clue, of the proper number of my crew How we shoot the spit-shine on niggas like a pair of shoes Any time you wanna set it off I'ma make sure that you all live to regret it : Don't you do something that will catch up with you Watch your back before you die Don't you do something that you live to regret Or feel the heat so bad baby Don't you do something that will catch up with you Watch your back before you die Don't you do something that you live to regret Or feel the heat so bad baby Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Huh! Yo! I be the absolute wicked and that's your first warning When you start falling, my name you will be calling Who's that? You wake up to every single morning, that's me Busta Rhymes with the loudest talking Living to regret what they did to you, stay talking Talking shit you better watch how you be walking Coming through so that you all can really see Rhyme after me, bring you back to reality Ha, check your self nigga Just count from one to three Then I hit you off with another new stylee A-hee, A-hee-hee Dedicated to MC's Break you off something with so much new ferocity So hot, I will burn off your calories Chase you all down like I was your worst enemy Better believe this nigga set it Fuck around and I'ma make sure that you all live to regret it : Don't you do something that will catch up with you Watch your back before you die Don't you do something that you live to regret Or feel the heat so bad baby Don't you do something that will catch up with you Watch your back before you die Don't you do something that you live to regret Or feel the heat so bad baby Yo, yo, yo, yo I be that nigga that you can't see Breaking shit down in all actuality All y'all niggas who misbehave Better count your blessings or make your grave Uh, this goes out to all the ones who talk trash Bring the noise nigga, we will bust your ass If you really wanna set it off I'ma make sure that you all live to regret it : Don't you do something that will catch up with you Watch your back before you die Don't you do something that you live to regret Or feel the heat so bad baby Don't you do something that will catch up with you Watch your back before you die Don't you do something that you live to regret Or feel the heat so bad baby ( to with chanting in background |
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from 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 - When Disaster Strikes (1997)
Just get off my block
Lord Have Mercy, Busta Rhymes. Flipmode Trilogy A yo, we ain't familiar at all nigga Don't like, go grab your gat and lets brawl at hall nigga Straight fallin When we use to chill up on park benches My 20 block radius think we need some barb wire fences Stop bitch niggas like you from easily trespassing Nickel nine shine on your eye then you see fire blastin Get off my premises A yo Lord is you a friend of his Mouth him back to John and show this nigga just who the winner is The presence of a small town I diminish and blemishes And my player amps out like a game on my little sega genesis, ha This inappropriate Fuck is we talkin for when we ain't even associates Ass lyrical beatings Straight trick or treating What ya eatin I ain't got no words for you Fuck speakinm ain't part of my crew Face look to brand new, who? Niggas ain't even aloud to send my pass through Can't chill on corner can't go up in my bull digger Chill before I call Dinco to grab the qanco sinco We don't give a fuck right now We be hi caliber shit Ya'll corny niggas must bow We do unforgivable shit We blow the spot any how, move Ready for battle cause I'm refusin to lose I'ma beat ya ass in front of nobody with nuthin to prove Live nigga shit right there Beware, stand clear Many y'all niggaz is welcome here (Chorus:) Fuck is these niggas son Get off my block Yo I don't know none of these niggas du Get off my block Them niggas wanna sell there weed here Get off my block Yo how these unfamiliar corn balls Get off my block It's one of these niggas off my street corner Get off my block (Lord Have Mercy:) Now who the fuck you beeeeee? Landlord Cradle la stainless for strangers Vigilante, trigga stampedes On the bulletproof for the crews That lade this nigga ta hand breath Move you off the block The a orthodox general Flash flood when a crowd Patriotic for the intrepid style and reck more kids that's pitifal Niggaaaaaaa, for ever trapped in danger Emaciate when I take my razor Sharp heards that scare herds Niggaaaaa, I'm from the wicked city When chickens twist trees and dick tease Breast feed Pet seeds with asthmatic chest we's Lord Have, cardiac arrest freeze Please, bastard handicap crews that stay soft It's mayor, ate off School your army, ya squad weak Remove four camps when I say Pumpin arms like nor plants I conquer and hold Home sweet home down with monster control Still they in the cut like runnin the coal And still we must bring the ruckus to all you motherfuckers Automatically, assault and battery We battle thieves that get tragically slap to sleep to relax the beef Collapse like weak cancerous lungs Scatter, we numb Blind feelin nap with jarred villain that alarm buildings Con scrimmage, woke up a lot of children Dirty ass venom village I finish and outsuns Then pulls like men is the malk of method vanesha blinds By all means necessary I reach for mine and lift golden towers from roof tops And give orders, rugged pound acre Drown violators in buckets of piss water (Chorus 3X) |
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from Busta Rhymes - When Disaster Strikes (1997)
Intro
[Lord have Mercy] As we approach the current time frame of 1997.With approximately two and a half years before the year two thousand. Repeatedly it has been reported that there will be a time soon approaching. That major disaster will be striking, all levels of existence. It has also been reported that this disastrous thing will be approaching in the form of many, many as in squad, squad as in Flipmode squad. It has also been reported that everyone out of the many will strike, but this particular motherfucker will strike with an unmeasurable blast and fuck up everything within his 360o radius. Warning. Prepare yourselves. Store your food, stamp your paper, because when this motherfucker gets here, it's about to get real fucked for everyone and everything, everywhere!!!! [Dolomite] Well, Busta Rhymes. Come over here and let me talk to you son. See know. Dolomite just got back from some shit that you about to be it. Well are you prepared, I hope you are prepared nigga, cause you know this is album number two. Yes more bitches than before. There'll be more bitches, more and more and more. More thirsty niggas. Time to get inside your shit. Time to throw your whole chemistry off. Oh yes, there's gonna be a lot more money. Yes a lot more money than before. So son don't you worry about none of that shit. All you gotta do is just slap your dick in the mouth of these bitches that don't wanna act right, and put a hot one in any motherfucker that wants to get in the way of this powerful shit right here. Ok son, all right Busta enough of this shit talkin. Lets be on our way. Cause when disaster strikes there's gonna be a whole lot of motherfuckers pourin in. All right baby, lets go. [Spliff Star] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo. Ladies and Gentlemen. Straight from the motherfuckin street corner. Goin out to all you motherfuckers across the globe. On the return trip. It be the niggas. The niggas that live by the code of blood honor. My Flipmode niggas, ha. Spliff bring you that shit to another extreme. Her to hit you motherfuckers with a strike of disaster. I bring on to you once again. The eight wonder of the world. My nigga Busta Rhymes. And I be that nigga, that live nigga Spliff I Spliff comin through right at you were ever the fuck you at. Flipmode is da Squad comin through right at you were ever the fuck you at. [Busta Rhymes] A yo cut my shit off, get it off. A heh a heh, a heh heh. Here we go again motherfuckers. A heh, lets start this shit. |
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from Busta Rhymes - When Disaster Strikes (1997)
hat I'm gonna do with Erykah Badu
I'm gonna have some fun What do you consider fun? Fun, natural fun I said what I'm gonna do with my man Buster Rhymes I'm gonna have some fun What do you consider fun? Fun, natural fun Yeah, yeah, uh huh, uh huh, yeah, yeah Buster Rhymes and Erykah Badu, you'all Just one One Love Everbody's just one Well thats how I universally greet the whole entire world And focus on the energy that would make your skin curl The one strategy, the one universal plan The master blueprint, one survival for all man I self Lord am So divide with me and my woman co aside it's one mind Bear witness, one respect, one culture, one way of thinking, one vision, making the one decision, the one way of living Common destiny amongst all One understanding amongst me and my woman So that we can't fall And keep moving forward based on actual fact Yes you'all my beautiful Mother Earth Respect it to the max Can't mix up or tamper with it no more We're on the highest form of emotion, holy sacred and pure And whats mine is yours, specially if we move in the same direction Just for one common cause Just one Opportunity to handle our biz Just one My stake so we can equally live Just one You know we only have one life to live Just one Come together as one As one One family As one One little kiss now As one One entire tear As one And let us all love, live now How about you Uh huh, uh huh They know about me What, what I gave you tea Thats right girl You should agree? Oh, yes love A family One family baby Is one with thee Uh huh, uh huh, yes So that you see? Right Hey you'all, you'all I know my womans love for me The way she cherish me Fulfil my every appetite With a good degree? Or the ways to inspire or encourage me The right amount to nourish me Secure enough so I don't have to ask her where my loving went When times is hopeless Sometimes I had to focus on the priceless moments When my wisdom by,? went by unnoticed Cos you're my everything And what is mine is yours Moving in the same direction for one common cause Just one Opportunity to handle our biz Just one My stake so we can equally live Just one You know we only have one life to live Just one Come together as one As one One family As one One little kiss now As one One entire tear As one So let us all love, live now Ask my son right, he bears witness to you Being the foundation you can come home and watch the babies too The one way we agree on how to follow tradition This one family coming first Play your position You make the sacrifices, I make the same too The mother struggle That I see, thats why my love is for you You always hold it down for me, so I'm a hold it for you And watch the babies while you secure the food that come through Now don't let my ambition make you feel like competition We should both play a role in our whole living condition True indeed I know you symbolise the strength inside the family Then show me you can handle womanly responsibilities Not a problem I know you hold me down when I fall on the ground But make sure when you bring the food home there's enough to go round And because you are my everything what's mine is yours Moving in the same direction, just for one common cause Just one Opportunity to handle our biz Just one My stake so we can equally live Just one You know we only have one life to live Just one Come together as one As one One family As one One little kiss now As one One entire tear As one So let us all love, live now As one One family One little kiss now As one One entire tear As one So let us all love, live now Fade out ... |
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from Busta Rhymes - When Disaster Strikes (1997)
[Busta Rhymes]
Ah yeah, Flipmode Here we come, bout to fuckin explode Flipmode, Busta Bust Nine-seven Hot shit Check it out Hit you with no delayin so what you sayin yo Silly with my nine milly what the deally yo When I be on the mic yes I do my duty yo Wild up in the club like we wylin the studio You don't want to violate nigga really and truly-o My main thug nigga named Julio he moodio Type of nigga that'll slap you with the toolio Bitch nigga scared to death ask fruity-o Fuck that look at shorty she a little cutie-o The way she shake it make me want to get all in the booty yo Tap mistresses and bangin bitches in videos Wild up in my freak like we up in the freak shows Hit you with the shit make you feel it all in your toes Hot shit got all you niggas in wet clothes Stylin my metaphores when I formulate my flows If you don't know you're fuckin with the real player pros (like that) Chorus: repeat 2X Do you really wanna party with me Let me see just what you got for me Put all your hands where my eyes could see Straight buck wylin in the place to be If you really wanna party with me, in God we trust Yo its a must that you heard of us yo we murderous A lot of niggas is wonderin and they curious I'm makin my niggas deal with it so mysterious Furious all of my niggaz is serious Should niggaz be walkin around fearin us Frontin nigga like you don't wanna be hearin us Gotta listen to the radio be playin us 30 time a day shit'll make you delirious Damagin everything all up in your areas Yo its funny how all the chickens be always servin us All up in between they ass where they wanna carry us Hitcha gonnana hit em off with the illiest Varias chickens they wanna marry us Yo its Flipmode my nigga you know we bout to bust Settle for your money the label preparin us Bite the dust instead of you makin a fuss Niggas know better cause there aint no comparin us Mad at us niggas is never we fabulous Hit my people off with the flow that be marvelous Oh shit my whole clique victorious Takin no prisoners niggaz is straight up warriors While you feelin that I know you be feelin so glorious Then I blitz and reminisce on my nigga Notorious CHORUS Do you really wanna party with me let me see just what you got for me put all your hands where my eyes can see straight buck wylin in the place to be If you really wanna party with me let me see just what you got for me put all your hands where my eyes can see straight buck wylin in the place to be If you really wanna party with me ... |
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from Busta Rhymes - When Disaster Strikes (1997)
Rhymes galore(7x)
This is for the motherfuckers out there on some real hiphop shit. Ya'll, ya'll, ya'll Mayday mayday, mayday mayday Walk bare foot on niggas like kuntakinta So what you say What is you doin you walkin this way I burn you like I'm smokin a jalis with helta censa I be design fashion like Marvin Kanhan Yes I keep it slamin shit just be bangin just like a loose canon, blow You better park, niggas are spark, niggas like sharp niggas a stay up ripen shit a part, niggas float over water like Noa's ark niggas cover your face and don't get caught up in the scene when nigga dark Eh, excuse me misses Sure ta hit you with the fitness Give you niggas the sickest jumpin johva witness Beamin in on niggas plotin and skimin And steady dreamin on how niggas do they double teamin Fuck the bullshit My nigga it be best shit on by day before you get secret indidit Make me slap a nigga lop sided Hold up son listen It be so beautiful when we catch you like a nigga so there's to much pharmasuitable Come and get it quick When Busta Rhymes be up in the place Does who don't like go get the dick I give you a taste A yo you need just focus on my earth trembalin Rhymes that ya'll be feel-e-in by the million Fucka your opin-e-ion Dominatin like Kings Dominion Leanin on niggas like we on motorcycles pop a wheel-e and A yo number one Roman numeral completing the exscutanal shit is usual I ain't scared of ya Takin all of ya powafenalia That's my words on misses Mahelia Hope you know your best bet Just to get the fuck out of my area Before I rip you from myintrea And hope you know you got to keep a corny nigga smothered grab the gat off the covet you never know when shit is safe so keep your face covered While I be scorchin it A lot of niggas be lookin for alternates They still just lose their life that's so unfortunate Trail blazin me since my mother started raisin me Hit you with the powerful shit that sometimes amazes me I create junkies just like 12 monkeys Spreadin right threw out your block Catchin suspects who thinkin they so lucky Violen clear for those who cannot properly hear Frequency so loud shatter a couple a pair of your chandler Now when I'm in the place give me space Nothin left for me to do my niggas blew up the place What the fuck, ha ha I got rhymes galore Rhymes galore, ya'll I got rhymes galore, rhymes galore My Flipmode niggas got rhymes galore, rhymes galore Busta Rhymes got rhymes galore, rhymes galore A yo yo I got rhymes galore, yo we got rhymes galore Rhymes galore, rhymes galore, rhymes galore, rhymes galore Me and my squad got rhymes galore Fuck that |
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from Busta Rhymes - When Disaster Strikes (1997)
Yo, I walk through brick walls
Fuck around hijack your whole shopping malls I be rippin shit, that's my word bond Scream then I watch the whole planet earth respond Do just what ya told The remote control Crash cars and shit Ya know how we role When I tumble and drive then you reply my my my my my my Yo I execute all plans Run up in two bitches for me and my mans Ha, breakin flows, ha for my fans ???????? Strike matches, golden egg hatches Request line is open send all your faxes Freaks the flows with no rehersan Pull the skate back which when the beat start reversin Just so wak you make people start cursin Flows contradict worser than the King James version Turn on the mic but your shit will stop workin Beats brudlized your whole rhyme, your head hurtin Broom sticks and britches from rags to riches Forget mad love Well ya'll niggas britches Amateur, why won't you look right at the calender A matter of time before I start to damage ya So starting to just bust my rhyme calbo Consecutive wounds like a nigga stamager Ya, my whole team get wild cream Poloticin every move to the extreme Chorus(4x) So hardcore like Gwackjaw McGraw Fuck what you heard you ain't heard this before Ha, yo I come right through the door With rhymes galore Busta Rhymes be the imbasator Explore my metaphor you beg for more Hardcore serious surely insurcure I said my whole squad of niggas come through and break the law My family tight more than collect four I come through and create the master pieces Bend your mind with rhyme colictalictist Ya'll, I will break shit down Lost or found floor will blast like a four pound Right before I hit you off with my vaccine Starch, cobohidrates lots of protein Vaccine baby girl yo I hope your ass clean Magazine frontine fly lips is lime green Ya'll, every time ya'll, I'm on the scene High beam the lights and watch will remain supreme, ha Don't ya know when I keep it comin Blow the fort Make ya wrist hard to hand cuffin Bounce on the beat and watch how a nigga work it Buck wild makin ya speaker short curcit This heavy weight tip the scale on the triple beam Busta Rhymes blast and still bang the main screen, blow I had ta make ya all mad Hit ya off, interlude Bounce to Trinidad Know I see a bitch nigga soft Make a nigga cough, breakin and turn ya ass off Extra raw l Lay on your back and on the floor Busta Rhymes got to headline the whole ball Cause we so hardcore like Gwackjaw McGraw Fuck what you heard we ain't heard this before Chorus(3x) Ya'll ...... |
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from Busta Rhymes - When Disaster Strikes (1997)
Chorus: repeat 3x
All my niggas dirty Hungry and thirsty Hitcha like 30 30 for watcha worst see Ya know we got to get this money Survival hungry Verse One: A yo ooh baby What I feel is just, ha The type of shit that make you act stupid for real, but a Ya'll, before ya try to wear these you need to hear these Welcome all ya'll to my world series Ya ya ya Elaborate on Busta Rhymes theories Ya ya ya I could bust your ass from half a ball Mcs Ya ya ya Never disrespect these monumental creating new flow The full blast we'll hit'em hit'em hit'em high hit'em low And while your style will soften, then my mind will drift often To illusions of my lyrics given you massages in the coffin The boom shock ooh wee Horny nigga crash into a motherfuckin tree I visualize shit and we in the place to be Extra strength nigga bett's ta mind the party Full fears I just pierce of in the place Make the spot look scarce and peruse Needles in ya face Fuck dumb shit straight up Keep it bouncin baby make sure you hold your wait up A ha Yea, just watch how the flow will change up for sure Rippin until my niggas walk out the door Chorus Verse Two: Ya'll, I refuse to lose Look at the news and read the interviews Flipmode is da squad A unit made of many crews Give me the whole entire wheel of fortune Makin a sacrifice no matter what the shit be coustin And while you coughing I be flawsine like a fuckin dolphin A lot of bitch rich niggas expernce extortion This hours born when I'ma form I drop a million in a one stony rocks on niggas like a fuckin hailstorm I pulnternal my new flow Put on your funeral home suit And exacuted with a bang shoop The blow torch been ignited Those who seem exited, ha I'ma bout ? bunch of bitch niggas and they extradited You soundin so sloppy Like a broken muffler draggin behind an older lobby Once the bomb drops here's to aftermath Scientist tried to disscet my way and formulate my craft Worrying bout how I achieve things The way I antilze shit and how I proceed things My style is real like bear skin imported from the Pursuance Follow my excoriation all the way till you feelin the newer vibe version I complete the after feat Destroy who ever complicate the way how I eat Survival hungry nigga Chorus |
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from Busta Rhymes - When Disaster Strikes (1997)
(Jamal:)
Come on, yeah.. villain Come on, aight? I got this side right here Take this side right there Come on do this Busta Bus Come on. Alright? Come on (here we go) stayin' street. (Jamal:) Paws, to the wall, with the dirty dog, raw rap-ture If you ain't with it bite crotch til it break your jaw (Your jaw) For tryin' to knock us Tryin' to kill or stop us, jack our propers Busta Bus, they fakin' the cake is for the takin' While they runnin' they face, I'm lettin' the plan bake Formulate, now look at the plot, we got more and more shit that's hot, show to rock the spot Clock or knot, nigga the whole pot Ready or not, we comin' snatchin' every comer witcha hoe in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a muthafucker. (Busta Rhymes:) You can be my lady, you coul even be my lollipop sucker The road dawg baby comin' like the mad trucker Lot of jealous niggas lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker God bless, oh yes, I stay fresh Full of finesse, my congress show progress Stylish, hit you with the shit to digest In this rhyme shit we be some of the world's finest Your Highness, leavin' corny niggas spineless Attack it with the classic rhyme flow timeless. (Chorus: Busta Rhymes) Not a problem my squad can't fix Cause we can do, it in the mix So when you niggas talk trash, you can get a bust ass Cause you know we don't fuck around When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground, ground ground, ground ground When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground, ground ground, ground ground. (Jamal:) This is how we ride, throw your hands from side to side It's party time, and don't forget get yours, cause I'm a get mine (Who that?) The villain til I'm peelin' a million Ridin' dirty, and bustin' like 30-30 til a nigga end Knowin' that the shit is fucked I'm still here to win, cheddar If you ain't about it then I think you better hang the little plot you got, don't sweat it main My nigga, my life's uncut like Kane, real _Raw_ Y'all don't know shit about Jamal or what I'm in it for: cash, cars, fly whores and tours Fillin' my pipe, with no messes and no limits Them other one scrimpin' has the tent froze frigid Fall as a gimmick, dick lickin' chasin' chickens I mash for the cash with the click and rip a show then I'm dippin' in the whip and high trippin'. (Busta Rhymes:) While y'all niggas hoppin' and skippin' I stick the clip in, yo Accelerate on the gas, move fast Blast, find a nigga foot in your ass Colorful niggas, just peep the whole contrast Flipmode is the Squad, a news flash Bust your shit up, what the fuck, nigga get up Violate, niggas get they whole shit lit up! Break fool, niggas know the rules, rob jewels Champagne bath, throw the Mo-et in the pool Nigga caught a muthafuckin' strain on the brain ridin' on the train, I'm a whip a Benz in the rain Oversized click on the rise so realize we be Them niggas that dead up all you funny little small fries The franchise, Flipmode damagin' all of you Fall Guys Yo I'm tired of niggas they full of True Lies No time... we got the right surprise Need a new beginnin' need to get a baptise You need to get a baptise Word is bond, aiyyo. Not a problem my squad can't fix Cause we can do, it in the mix So when you niggas talk trash, you can get a bust ass Cause you know we don't fuck around When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground, ground ground, ground ground When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground, ground ground, ground ground. Ground, a-ground, a-gr-gr-ground-ground Just party to the shit like this come on Just bounce to the muthafuckin' beat come on You niggas don't know my brand new song come on Aiyyo, hear me out y'all, uhh Yo, and just feel my shit. Come on, bounce what the fuck? |
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from Busta Rhymes - When Disaster Strikes (1997)
Huh, yeah, fuck that,
Niggas go out to get it, Niggas is out there holding until I see niggas, Niggas is out there holding, Starving nigga, fuck that, I'm a broke nigga, And I gotta see any nigga out here holding something, Fuck that. Everyday, me and my son stay scheming, On how to maximise the level on day to day creaming, While you remain faking, Yo, I ain't tolerating, no mistaking, We on the move to study paper-making, Round up the whole squad quick, Plot the scheme with my niggas, get on some full clip bullshit, Before I solidify manslaughter, my unit form on the streetcorner, We suprise like fiends in disguise, Laying for the right shit so I can receive another grand prize, Greeting niggas like a homeless nigga, The way it happened son, you'd never figure, How the homeless nigga gun is much bigger, Now give me everything you walking with and everything your man is holding, Even the watch that got the platinum moulding, And as the situation start unfolding, You scared to death you little bitch, go ahead, Report it stolen, see what happen... Cocks drwan nigga, holding my dick, Wilding for the night, splurging with my click from the fit, Open like a motherfucker, itching and ready to do the next stick, Get any my nigga Dit can pick, What you said I said even if it causing bloodshed, Getting paid for even if we robbing a fucking chickenhead, Word to mother son, I ain't fronting, I'm taking everything I been always wanting, So I continue to peep out, in the jam will be the most blidded, Rob 'em in the corner bounce to the bar with they money and buy drinks with it, I stay on some real trife shit, test your life shit or even stab you on some knife shit, Fake it if you wanna fake it, if I see it, then I want it, then I take it, Leaving niggas ass naked, Sometime I know it seems so shocking, How you the next victim to be listening of the sounds of a trigger cocking, All in your ears, cold steel all against your face, I feel your blood chilling, your heart racing at a rapid pace, And if you thinking that's strong, I dare you even to flinch wrong, fuck around, You feel the full five long, The victim contemplating what to do, Or how the fuck top get out of the situation that he's going through, This nigga tried to grab the gat, you know I started clapping, Bet y'all niggas wanna know how the rest of the story happened... |
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from Busta Rhymes - When Disaster Strikes (1997)
Yo it's 3:25 in the morning My baby mom still yawning Kiss my little daughter on the forehead 'Nuf said beeper goes off Five hundred it's Busta Bust In God We Trust another one bites the dust Hey Ramp fuck that! I was 'bout to see this cat Some niggas pulled up in a black suburban jumped out the back Tried to put it on me while we fighting over the gat The way them niggas tried to play me son, them niggas is wack Aeiyo, Ramp, yo, you know it's only right to react Call the whole squad, let's lay these niggas down - face flat Aeiyo, Bust, chill, calm down I'll be there in twenty minutes Uptown 1-51 at St. Nick I'm there quick I tell my baby mom I got's to go I walked out the do' then grabbed the two nines out the flo' Driving through South, yo, we takin' niggas war Still on the run Always running for cover when its necessary I'm out numbered for now But all that shit is temporary Fuck with the wrong clik, the way we get down If your violatin', leavin you lost, you never be found Number whatever on missing persons Any minute them niggas gon' feel blast of my squads gats bursting I through the tri-borough bridge In my fat land with my two nines and my mans I'ma second from the spot I cross the street from the parking lot My trigger finger is hot I'm seeing Bust in a phone booth Niggas on the roofs Spiff Star is in the range The atmosphere change Lord's in the forerunner with machine guns, big ones Now we 'bout to have mad fun Me and the whole squad meet up, Know shit about to heat up Went the whole entire street up Blast from the car seat-er My enemies wouldn't even wanna be you I see you, hunting me down I knowing that my crew arrive We gon' see who be the last alive While we creep all over the place Looking for space In case, see him, rinse my whole clip up in his face As my squad hold they post down We patiently waiting for them to pass through Carefully timing the way we put it on their whole crew Aeiyo, Bust give me the queue I'm here for you, close to you Blood in and blood out We goin' all out, bullets just ringing out Guns is just spraying out Yo Bust, hit the dirt layflat You my nigga to the end I gotcha back Turn around quick Oh shit! You started blasting, grazed me on the hip Lord Have Mercy dumped five on a nigga Suck his whole shit, his whole crew busting Shit ain't going according to plan Goddamn, my shit jam |
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from Busta Rhymes - When Disaster Strikes (1997)
Verse 1:
I'm a natural born killa that's born to rise Flipmode is the squad so it's no surprise Niggas want to advertise about how we get down You fuck around leave your body in the lost and found How you like me now? We got the industry on lock The world is on shock I'm a take a piece of the rock Yo, you feel it in the heart when we took you to the park Midnight after dark, I'm the raider of the lost ark (ark echo's) Now na na na na na na, nana nah Super size, super size, right before your eyes I bring in treats like giant sweet potato pies Wise, sword shift and I spit on flies Killing all the tips from studio spies Head to bed, beddie bye, beddie bye Don't ask why, we'll take your ass to paradise Flipmode's the squad don't rest, don't try Peace to my people in the friendly sky Peace to my outer space ties I'm in leather like the ladies Bigger than crack in the 80's (80's echo's) Drive the buggy I Mercedes Blow up like C-4 Got so much to live for Can't play the game no more Pick up the cain no more Brothers ain't the same no more Try to sweat me, what am I aiming for Get yourself caught up Faggot ass tore up In the worst way, the only way you can stop me is cock your glock and shot me Drop me, pop me, make sure you that you got me Cause anytime I live I'm comin back to find you poppy Chorus: What y'all niggas wanna do? Yo we can take it outside Ya'll niggas want something? Yo we can take it outside What y'all niggas wanna do? Yo we can take it outside Ya'll niggas want something? Yo we can take it outside Verse 2: Push up in the hot rod, alley cats a rah rah All my flipmode in the backseats with chrome nods Hear to bust mine Nigga frat child let his brain fry Pretty boy sliced up philly contact from his red eye You failed to realize when you macks me you drop the plastic Run up in your crib, now you heat me from the mattress My crew expanded, QB is where we landed Yellow strip you crossed it Now I'm forcing you to drink this champotion Show me were loaded The desert eagle hear it cockin' Lovin my doggie While we shinin' continue flossin Steppin on toes I crush the whole shoe Pronto like Cru till I'm Triumphant like Wu The shit you talkin crazy like niggas turnin in their hand guns I be burnin mc's like betty grandson Smokin grey poupon boy Two lines, I chew rhymes and make niggas fall like they was futons All day outsiders, this squad be flipmode We get a dick rode a whole shitload Chorus Verse Three: We the official g-u-rilla to lead militias Stack peelin, americana Spit sentences like one of missy wanna's Reminisce the promise Bring drama like Nicaragua Fatigues march, army leaders, they count crooked drug dollars And sip fresh squeezed milk from the titties of llamas Leave cities in carnage Prettiest farmers that pour whisky at harvest and hold 16 guananas Maintain, maintain, maintain I pray like Gussalini Zion fists Try on this, you can't see me like vagina lips Smugglin diamond chips, bubblin anonymous The dominant will resource and count script crews and world wars (world wars echo's) Yo, you better practice what you preach, I got 7 MC's And 10 g's, I'll show each Never interfere and shit, souvenirs for your ears and shit Clear poetry like William Shakespeare and shit Word is bond checkin me out Hey what you talkin about You lost and walkin about Niggas got beef they want to say and start talkin it out Hey, oh my god, y'all nigga be buggin me out Wish they could lay me down and have the police start chalkin me out Now I zoom in on you and my niggas start stalkin you out Chuck down that bullshit that you be callin about This one's for my people and my niggas up North The ruler shit dynasty but Flipmode finally come fourth Exports and imports hittin you with flavors of all sorts My squad comin through, chop off your ear Chorus 2x |
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from Busta Rhymes - When Disaster Strikes (1997)
Yea, good God
Yea, for all you motherfuckers across the whole entire galaxy Busta Rhymes and the whole entire flipmode squad Back and jivin motherfuckers in 1997 Ha, when disaster strikes, when disaster strikes Take a look and sit on the side lines and be a witness, ha All in all Return for the future like a sanitariann All of my aphelion Lets stack a million While you learn on how the birds go to the motherfucking song Watch me puts it on It keeps you open all day long The way we fuck shit up you thikin something must be wrong Set the high standards for corny niggas to get the gone Bleach your ass blonde and black your color back to bronze On happy days I be the coolest nigga like Dafanze So spectacular how I turn souls from hear to Africa A Zimbabwe nigga bangin my joints up in they Acura Ooh makin you feel the funk from bumper to bumper Drivin a portafide 100 deforeign license plate number Ha Ha Laugh at cha oh Me and my passengers flip ass niggas over quick like flyin pan spactulmer Why do you be wasting your time being mad at us Everyone should sing and help The music miraculous Yes yes ya'll Flipmode squad ya'll We remain supreme in 1997 When disaster strikes you will all feel When disaster strikes you will all see When disaster strikes you will all be a witness to the most high exulting Ya'll, I keep the flow so ridiculous Rhyme flow taste good like a handful of cherry licorish Practice your rhyme or be the local Practishonist Well you can try being a doctor or being a local Obsatritionist See, you can be something Quit tryin to work so fuckin hard towards nothing This rhyme shit was never designed for every sole of muffin Ya'll I'm sayin why ya'll niggas think that you could really see my squad And when we hit you hard that's when you feel the power of the God Do it right and big up my peeps in Allis All of life will appall and especially feel when disaster strikes Extremely delicate like the blowing out of candle lights The quite killings of proviso niggas when ever they wanna fight That type of shit that shine and blind a nigga's eye sight, all right We keepin a triant ya'll niggas don't want it right You will never ever get no winds inside because of We killin all impostures like we kill a cruchahahas Bounce to the awards and romonies like we winning Oscars Rhyme and rasters Eating enough exotic pasta, ha Ya'll keep it movin for all of ya'll Break ya'll niggas out while I makin ya'll niggas fall Disaster will hitcha quick in a time you will aural Perm, press, a nigga back peel them of the wall So tell me, why do you be wasting your time being mad at us Every voice should sing and help the music sound miraculous Oh yes ya'll This situation is now embarked before your very eyes And as we carry on Flipmode continues to conquer the world When disaster Strikes you will all fear When disaster Strikes you will all be a witness to the most high exulted, ha |
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from Busta Rhymes - (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 - (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 - Extinction Level Event : The Final World Front (1998)
Baby Sham:
Ay Yo Balls your pencils As hollow tips get in you Bots cutting to slice your face you Rhymes is natural Hold two lives and four wives Up in the crack capsule Flipmode cruddy styles has been past you Rush pass You couldn't touch cash If it was under your nose Like a mustache Nigga What ass Show your whole cheek Slugs with no heat Diamonds that don't break You thugs is so sweet Rampage: I flow so much I can see sick Flipmode is the squad who I bees with Who I get plucks with And push German V's with Rampage I'm psychic I can see shit To the next millenium You not gon be shit Scratch your name off the list Cut your wrist You know the issue I'm official When you die none of your niggas is really gon miss you Chorus: FLIPMODE SQUAD Here to drop bombs AGAINST ALL ODDS Still remain gods GRIP YOUR ARM We always come hard THE WORLD IS OURS Call a National Guard Rah Digga: Here we go Any bitch that rhyme wanna flex she ass I'm stomping all things like I'm plexi-glass Niggas make way like when they hear sorry's Treat you like park and too close to fire hydrants All up in the board Kicking back long islands Get your wig split first solid defiance Rah Earth and sun in this Imperial alliance You do the science Spliff Star: I'm getting money shitting Turn intruders into vixens Fall off Beeper uh-uh Niggas stay getting Dirty nigga for life That's how Spliff's living Throwing niggas in caskets Tired of a yellow ribbons I buck my duck If you touch my one Rather Jamaican than belly boy make you people for fun Fact my son Street educated The colonel of ghetto jurors Still thug related Chorus: Lord Have Mercy: We enemies of three strike felony laws Gorilla dicking K-Y jelly for whores Lapdances Trap grands without laws My baby moms Three eighty for your arms That bust with loud force The ghetto with us That bang makaveli and trucks That whatever the fuck to give a cheddar in chunks Who gazey chase Fake thugs with lazy aid Track marks Rap stars And a rain of aids Busta Rhymes: Yo What you want from us Now visualize more of us Stay toting under my given flavor from Nauticas Destroy every arch rival or any challenger Make you remember this day Nigga mark it on your calendar I'm showing you something You ain't saying nothing My niggas make noise Like a bunch of volcanoes erupting None of y'all niggas really wanna war The type of nigga to crack my plane in your building In the name of the law Chorus: |
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from Busta Rhymes - Extinction Level Event : The Final World Front (1998)
Huh huh-huh huh-huh huh huh-huh-huh huh
Huh huh-huh HUH HUH-huh huh-huh-huh huh Huh huh-huh, huh huh WOOOH!!! WOO-WOO-WOO-WOOH!!! WOO WOO WOOOOH Yeah, everybody, c'mon Here we go party people WOOOH Pull up in the whip, pop the trunk, feel it? Fear for the will of baboon funk, ya hear it? Me and my nigga Richie was itchy to meet some women Met some chickens, they was actin so snobby and bitchy, fuck it Pass me the sticky, the chicky wanted to leave me with a kiss and a hickie I ain't wit it but give me a quicky I ain't in to doin the licky-licky even though you be lookin so pretty, I own all of my shit, never 50-50 Oodle noodles all 'dose fools never refuse Accuse me for the bruise Chick outta rattle and sound, better tighten the screws Runnin and gunnin, kinda stunnin the way we be comin around, slummin, wylin and dollin My nigga Horace kick up a nigga like Chuck Norris Got some other niggas lost way up in the forest Hang you up in a harness, label me and all of my niggas the hardest Fuck around, be the next "Formerly Known As" artist Layed out with a goddess, pretty lilly Adonis Besides all of that, niggas is 'nomous, I make you all a promise The promise is that I'm so dominant and that I am so prominent captured the whole of Asia as a continent Oh shit, I be comin and tumblin down rumblin, stumblin down Freaky prophet with unusual musical sound Bringin the ruckus, you motherfuckers be givin me pounds So many sound, give me the camcorder and a city with plans Me and my fam, hustle and tussle in makin this groove, me and my mans How we gon' do this? (MAKE THEM MOVE) Keepin it live (WHERE MY NIGGAS IS AT?) Stackin my paper (PUT IT AWAT SAFE) Straight buckwild, let me see your hands What we gon' do? (DO IT TO DEATH) What we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH) What we gon' do? (DO IT TO DEATH) What we gon' do? (DO IT TO DEATH) Yo! Pin or a needle, make you wobble or weeble Niggas is feeble, back in the day I used to get money illegal Get some ass, cop a room down at the Regal Hit you wit so much drama make niggas always wait for the sequel Yo there ain't no equal on how we be reppin for the people Yo there really ain't no equal..... Ask Hillary, met her down on Flatbush and Tillory She killin me, got me crazy, wylin, actin straight grizzly We never made it too far together, I left her standin on Franklin and Willoughby Another mystery to me While she still on the corner kissin at me, hissin at me Ignorin these bitches, they're angry, now they're riffin at me Vital and critical, literal lyrical, make niggas pitiful Go to the clinical, examine your physical Frightening and enlightening at the same time Get the goods and price them, and doin the heist again You thinkin we would be nice again We on a mission, we don't need none of your advice again Hold me down BABY, pitter patter, you chitter chatter too much I'ma splitter splatter your blidder bladder, make you spill out your guts How we gon' do this? (MAKE THEM MOVE) Keepin it live (WHERE MY NIGGAS IS AT?) Stackin my paper (PUT IT AWAT SAFE) Straight buckwild, let me see your hands What we gon' do? (DO IT TO DEATH) What we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH) What we gon' do? (DO IT TO DEATH) What we gon' do? (DO IT TO DEATH) Flipmode Squad, HELL YEAH! How we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH) Flipmode Squad, HELL YEAH! How we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH) How we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH) Aiyo, how we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH) How we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH) How we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH) Aiyo, Flipmode Squad, HELL YEAH! How we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH) How we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH) |
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from Busta Rhymes - Extinction Level Event : The Final World Front (1998)
Uhhh! Yo Bus a Bus (yeah) Yo Bus a Bus (c'mon, c'mon) Yo Bus a Bus, (UHH) rockin to the beat (Flipmode motherfucker Flipmode y'all) Yo Bus a Bus (UHH, yeah yi-yeah yea) Yo Bus a Bus (ka-c'mon, ki-c'mon) Yo Bus a Bus, (UHH) rockin to the beat (Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yi-yeah yea) Floss time, Busta Rhymes shine on every primetime Mastermind gettin this paper now cross the fine line Money plenty sippin gently with the Bentley My Bentley runneth over empty what gifts you sent me Then you broke the last rule, frontin like we was mad cool You damn fool, come around frontin wearin your man's jewels WHOO! Play the part, they want me to start shit Get on your mark quick and target, corner the market Peep how we're movin this, keep improvin this See you in this because you love the way me and my crew be doin this Have a ball, I'm not mad at ch'all, where the alcohol I ain't messin with you at all, girl your ass too small Cop the hot shit, write it off while you bite it off and try to fight it off, you're faggot you wack and your light is off Bite the dust, you like to fuss, look right at us I know you like to cuss, who could you trust to bring the rush? Now do the.. Yo Bus a Bus (a c'mon, keep it movin) Yo Bus a Bus (ay-yeah I like just what you doin) Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat (Aiyyo, yo yo-yo yo all and together now) Yo Bus a Bus (a'cmon, just keep it movin) Yo Bus a Bus (oh yeah I like just what you doin) Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat (Aiyyo, yo-yo yo all and together now) TURN IT OFF, turn back me on go get your mack on and keep the track goin and latch on hope you can catch on Follow the beat you sweet bitches and get your dance on Tipsy off a little Cristi' a little ? Dom Barbeque back at the mansion, feel like a champion Collapse on, my thing orthapedic to rest your back on Nowadays Flipmode money be runnin mad North Fuck around, dig in my treasure, feel my forty-five long Ride through, about to slide through, I'm right beside you Mind you, my system be bangin, adjust my EQ Peek-a-boo, we not seekin you, focus on being you There's only one of me, cause you copy, there might be THREE of you Classic and so essential, we monumental Powerful, we predisential, we BOMB your mental Bite the dust, you like to fuss, look right at us I know you like to cuss, who could you trust to bring the rush? Now do the.. Yo Bus a Bus (hey c'mon, let's keep it movin) Yo Bus a Bus (oh yeah I like just what you doin) Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat (Aiyyo, yo yo-yo yo all and together now) Yo Bus a Bus (a c'mon, let's keep it movin) Yo Bus a Bus (oh yeah I like just what you doin) Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat (Aiyyo, yo yo-yo yo all and together now) HIT ME OFF, you Speak'n'Spell and freak it well so no need to dwell, check in the mirror, my pockets swell Shit sound so intermediate, my ingredient is to immediately rep for everyone you see me with You little eedyot, I exile you and your X-File You and your next trial, and demolish your little rap style Black child, I'm takin offensive, we too impressive To the naked eye, the way we floss sure be expensive OOOH! Run up the fader, ain't nuttin greater Still a little hater be gettin paper go meet your maker Undertaker now go shake whatcha momma gave ya Shake-a shake-a now we trippin the circuit breaker Model up and swallow up and turn the throttle up Break the bottle up in the hip with the greatest follow up Bite the dust, you like to fuss, look right at us I know you like to cuss, who could you trust to bring the rush? Now do the.. Yo Bus a Bus (a c'mon, just keep it movin) Yo Bus a Bus (oh yeah I like it what you doin) Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat (Aiyyo, yo yo-yo yo all and together now) Yo Bus a Bus (oh, c'mon, just keep it movin) Yo Bus a Bus (yeah, oh yeah I like just what you doin) Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat (Aiyyo, yo yo-yo yo all and together now) Yo Bus a Bus (yeah, a yeah keep movin) Yo Bus a Bus (oh yeah I like, what you doin) Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat (Aiyyo, aiyyo yo yo-yo yo yo) Yo Bus a Bus (yo, c'mon, keep movin) Yo Bus a Bus (yeah, I like what you doin) Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat (Aiyyo, yo yo-yo yo all and together now) |
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from Busta Rhymes - Extinction Level Event : The Final World Front (1998)
Intro:
New York, Jersey, Philly, B-more, D.C. Virginia, Atlanta, everybody rise!!! Cmon! N.C., L.A., Texas, Detroit, Chicago, Miami, N.O., Cleveland, rise!!! Cmon! Denver, Boston, Nashville, Seatle, Albany, Kansas city, everybody rise!!! Cmon! Buffalo, St. Louis, New Haven, Kentucky, Oakland, Phoenix, Vegas, everybody rise!!! Cmon! I'll be that live motherfucker from the flipmode squad that readjusts this shit properly and hits you real hard Then we affect with hard shit that sounds so beautiful (Why now?) Couldn't find a better time more suitable to send out a signal and round up all my niggas recruitable Type of nigga to torture your ass, stick some shit in your cutical Wait a minute, let me talk to all my niggas at hand Im'a hit all of my niggas, ya'll just follow the plan just get money and capitalize and hold on your stash Fuck the slouches, we keep it moving and no looking back A lot of lost motherfuckers stuck on what they gonna be they aint gonna be me, gotta get it before the year 2G To all my niggas, let them do your thing and get yours quick whole plan, the whole shabang, nigga fuck the bullshit i meant this ,ever relentless, for dropping these bombs getting paid for securing shit for my seed and my mom for my physical ,and my entire flipmode squad my whole gang is fertilized, my mom's peaced to the gods hold it down for live niggas in the name of hip-hop off with another path where niggas are made to struggle and starve fuck that! im here to fight for mine, adapting your ass if you or the goverment try to do away with my cash one of the most extraordinary that comes from a place we demand to stab you in the back and smile in your face take all entire niggas off the face of the earth and do away with all them niggas before i get to them first so throw it, niggas dont get it and run right thru it get with, is to all of my niggas who know how to do it survival of the most fit for real niggas, no doubt! get whats yours from out this fucker before your time run out X2 and get whats yours from out this fucker before your time run out Welcome all you motherfuckers to a global event warning Here has now come the dawn of the new millenium The extinction level event All my motherfuckers stay tuned! |
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from Busta Rhymes - Extinction Level Event : The Final World Front (1998)
Uugh, yeah yeah here we go y'all
Here we here we here we go y'all Busta Rhymes Flipmode y'all Yeah yeah y'all extinction level event shit Bomb threat to the whole world What what what is going on What the fuck going on here Check it out yo Holy amazing grace about face Total erase you niggaz off the face of the place Such a shame I had to go grab the calico Pass the dough before you find out what I had to blast you for Extreme laws for ones who did try to go against this Wet your shit up like a sloppy tongue kiss But don't know what you talking about Without a doubt where my live niggaz give me a shout On the strength shit niggaz check for Connect the four shots and guess who blew it from next door Time after time we gonna shine again Feel it like a broad getting fucked from behind again Ay yo, I be the closest thing to the next Like the pain and suffering of about a million deaths I'm only here to present And bring the impact of the extinction level event Sing the song of salvation La la la la laaaa la la (What y'all gonna do where the fuck you gonna go) La la la la laaaa la la (Where the fuck y'all niggaz gonna run Where y'all niggaz think y'all running to son) La la la la laaaa la la (Bomb threat to the world What the fuck going on with y'all niggaz out here) La la la la laaaa la la (We are now a soldier at dawn Of glory emergency motherfuckas) Yo, disregard your whole assignment Crooked ass nigga need some realignment Now all refinement Crazy shit that do make me wanna know where my mind went Blacken out building my ? getting violent Straight giving niggaz an ass whipping on consignment Then I bust your shit 'til the day of my whole retirement Shaking and rattle like we ready to battle Fight seeing at every angle like a motherfucking satellite Quickly bust up your crotches and fuck up your process Bouncing in like even saying adios or even buenos notches Have y'all niggaz wildin having a fit Flame throwing lyrics like a bunch of blowtorch in this shit Grand spectacular, chainsaw massacre Thug fanatics street shit that be on the creep coming after you Then we hit you with the most significant time bomb Ready to designate at the slightest wave of a white arm Best form of advice I could give is remain calm The repercussion is something you could never imagine would be going on Never believe in your eyes When my squad some through at an astronomically large size Moving the mountains Keeping all of my niggaz bouncing Big up my bitches in the place who be screaming and shouting I'm only here to present And bring the impact of the extinction level event Sing the song of salvation La la la la laaaa la la (Once again as we welcome all motherfuckers in the world) La la la la laaaa la la (To experience the extinction level event) La la la la laaaa la la (The dawn of global emergency) La la la la laaaa la la (The moment where we all come together as one unison) La la la la laaaa la la (And completely dominate all global events) La la la la laaaa la la (We about to completely destroy all the whack bullshit) La la la la laaaa la la (That we got going on in our every and any reach) La la la la laaaa la la (All my live niggaz all my live bitches its motherfucking on) La la la la laaaa la la (As we enter the new millenium with this rap shit) |
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from Busta Rhymes - Extinction Level Event : The Final World Front (1998)
Yeah
As a shorty playing in the front yard of the crib Fell down, and I bumped my head Somebody helped me up and asked me if I bumped my head I said Yeah So then they said oh so that mean we gon, you gon switch it on em I said yeah, Flipmode, Flipmode is the greatest Knowing as a shorty, I was always told that if I ain't gon be part of the greatest I gotta be the greatest myself C'mon C'mon, Yeah, C'mon Yeah nigga what, what a surprise Get ya sumthin, make a nigga comb over your eyes All my niggaz getting money capitalize Die little small guy, we on the rise Everything a nigga touch platinumize Fully equipped, you know we come wit all the supplies Got a big gun, and I'ma show you the size You fuck wit any of my Flipmode family ties Me and my niggaz be comin through stalkin you out Killin off any and everything you talkin about See you in the club, now we walkin you out Should've thought twice before you went and open your mouth Yo, anyway we stay keepin it movin Fuckin with the wrong nigga, hope you know what you doin Now blame me, all the same niggaz is lame It's not a game, makin names still splittin your frames Y'all niggaz had enough Gimme some more Y'all niggaz want the wild shit Gimme some more Yo Spliff where the weed at Gimme some more I know yaw'll niggaz need that Gimme some more Even though we getting money you can Gimme some more With the cars and the big crib Gimme some more Everybody spread love Gimme some more If you want it let me hear you say Gimme some more Blast with a rash gimme my cash flickin my ass Runnin with my money son go out with a blast Do what you want, a niggaz cuttin the corner You fuckin up, oh to go ahead and meet the reporter Yo, she tellin news on how you switch to a bitch Little fake funny style, nigga chill with a snitch So now I pass and trait over your blood and to ask you Make a little roof for me and all my niggaz to pass through Cardiay see party, hey horray shit What with all my niggaz from around the way shit When I come through you niggaz know I do my thing Bring more shit that generate money *Ching Ching* Arrest you lyrically flow and caress you Bless you, then a nigga come to your rescue While you assume a nigga blossom and bloom I'm comin soon hit you with a boom gimme some room Yo, live nigga shit know what I mean I represent while we gettin money your rain supreme Hope you niggaz know we comin through full steam Can't see you better turn on your high beam All my niggaz while I'm ringing the sireen FLIPMODE be the glory niggaz on my team Never should you ever try to fuck wit my cream I O.D. when my shit get all in your bloodstream Everytime we be ripping it be blowing it down Blowing you off fuckin wit the hottest niggaz around Luck is when me and my people bother your town Holdin it down takin awhile and then gimme my crown Ay, all my people need to come and surround A nigga be hittin so much it make you fall on the ground Sure to make you shot that's what I be all about Turning you out makin all you niggaz fall out |
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from Busta Rhymes - Extinction Level Event : The Final World Front (1998)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Just bounce around All my niggas in the place need to bounce around Just bounce around Make ya bounce around All my bitches in the place need to bounce around Make ya bounce around I'll make ya bounce around Shake yo titties and yo ass and bounce around Just bounce around Just bounce around C'mon Yeah nigga this shit here be the boss of me None of y'all niggas is ready run go see the pharmacy Prepare for the coming of another grand larceny Pardon me, you niggas ain't even a little hard to me Shit I spit'll slice you all up in yo main artery For the simple fact we didn't grow together, you ain't a part of me Makin niggas ride my long star singin the choruses Open orifices they gon' go cop another fortresses Meet a couple Delorises Travel when we on the low whippin them ford tauruses Ay yo-yo yo-yo YO Now I be Busta Ryhmes multimedia Latest edition added to the street encyclopedia (Meaning) keep your eyes on greedy niggas gettin greedier (Meaning) keep your eyes on meaty asses gettin meatier Worldwide publication bring tribulation To all whack niggas I smash yo' dedication My purpose is to purchase and really hurt this Bring alla my niggas amongst the wealthy merchants Gently we conquer the spot until its empty Present me and my niggas with arsenal aplenty Break fools, send you to school, follow the rules Violate my tools, lay you in your own blood pool But for now I drop jewels on the mentally strong With shit to say we don't allow niggas to say up in a song Aiyyo, aiyyo, hot shit makin ya bounce One two (two) ride around in large amounts One two (two) high offa half an ounce One two (two), one two (two) One two (two), hot shit makin ya bounce One two (two) ride around in large amounts One two (two) we high offa half an ounce One two (two), one two (two) Caliente, wearing Ferdio Valente Shorty whippin in a Mitsubishi Viamonte Smell the roses, overdoses, givin niggas they diagnosis I got the answer for niggas who need they prognosis Shit for alla y'all niggas to smell up in your noses Hocus pocus, introduce me to the hostess I was dyin'a stroke uh play strip poker In the limo as I directed the limo chauffer Told the nigga to spin over by the club copa Watchin shorty lay as she spread on the limo sofa She asked the chauffer to stop for a frappachino mocha Then she let me blaze it while I still had my gun in my holster Still bonin, word I love the way shorty moanin Zonin, word is born niggas is wide open Yo, have a little fun all in between time And now we focus on the money shit all in the meantime Word to mother- I work hard to keep microphonin And alert niggas to shit like when the devil started clonin What nigga? yeah, we bowlin and shit is rollin Little shitty-ass niggas should run and go clean ya colon Any human that be assumin I check my nigga ruben for the ice cuban Assist him in my Lincoln Ave. boomin Whats the issue? I come to get you May the force be with you Bang your head, rupture your brain tissue I unravel shit faster than sound travel Battle any amphibian or live mammal Don't fret from sunrise to sunset Make a nigga bounce quick and I ain't even grabbed my gun yet I ain't done yet before I go to my permanent home Make sure you put 'One Of The Illest' on my tombstone Aiyyo, aiyyo, hot shit makin ya bounce One two (two) ride around in large amounts One two (two) high offa half an ounce One two (two), one two (two) One two (two) hot shit makin ya bounce One two (two) ride around in large amounts One two (two) we high offa half an ounce One two (two), one two (two) One two (two), one two (two) One two (two), one two (two) One two (two), one two (two) One two (two |
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from Busta Rhymes - Extinction Level Event : The Final World Front (1998)
Yeah yeah
Fix that guitar shit Yeah (25x) Ay yo Mystikal (Here I go wha) Iz they getting' rowdy wit' us Iz they wildin' wit us Yeah yeah Flipmode nigga (wha) No Limit nigga (wha) Flipmode nigga (wha) No Limit nigga (wha) Flipmode nigga Yo yo yo (Here we go) Mystikal: Coincide with yo boy check out with no lines On yo boy look out but don't hide When you bust it up and keep rhymes When you walk towards the tape offline For your boys got instinct rhymes When you bump between the sixteen lines When you bowl win the goal bitches scream Win the goal keep ahead keep it live Before you go get your tattoo rhymes For your boy pick a bell in the bathroom Penalized doing it till he get tired of ya boy That shit between me and you niggas Then trying to figure out what I say I give less than a fuck, what you doing over there Just don't get in my way Hear my records feel my presence now and forever and until Stop what you doing and work it fuck it nice Just complete it with a licking to the man right there Tell you mother fuckerswhat we came to do It's just plain as day but they don't wanna see If you don't wanna fight get the fuck is you'll be In the spot working on my beat Long time I'm having no compromise I'ma open them up and them I'm dumping them out I'm keeping it hard so don't get mad Cause I'm loading 'em up and I'm running 'em out Hit 'em with the bang then I feel a bang Take her in the backyard outside leave 'em in a ring Teach the niggas not to fuck with us And next year we gon do the same thing and Chorus (2x): Now who you is nigga? I'm Mystikal nigga Now who you is nigga? I'm Busta Rhymes nigga Now is they wildin with us And getting rowdy with us Now is they wildin with us And getting rowdy with us Busta: Yo yo yo yo yo yo Me and my nigga Mystikal make a plan that generate Sufficient amount of funds across many lands Generate the heat the place radiate When I break shit I drop create a earthquake Yo, anyway we still double masking And get the gambit and eat super pie niggas All over the track with a kick in your back I know we making you black And you stay fucking with that You my niggas is platinum Can you deal with the fact? Me and the fact getting money With my name on the plaque You know how I blow the spot You niggaz can't fuck with what I got Nigga please Ooh nigga you don't need me to smoke trees Nigga freefall make you feel some of these Oh by hollow tips pinned in your ass Get off the Earth the fact that you even in my class Yo All my live bitches get over here And all my live bitches get with the niggas right there All you other niggas get in the rear All you weak funny niggas you better stand clear Come inside of my storm put on your gear You ain't up here my nigga better be up outta here Yo, when we come you know we the one We only here to get money till the whole shit done Chorus (2x): Flipmode wildin wildin Yeah y'all wildin wildin No Limit rowdy rowdy Getting rowdy rowdy Busta Rhymes wildin wildin Yeah you wildin wildin Mystikal rowdy rowdy Gettin rowdy rowdy Flipmode wildin wildin Yeah y'all wildin wildin No Limit rowdy rowdy Getting rowdy rowdy Busta Rhymes wildin wildin Yeah you wildin wildin Mystikal rowdy rowdy You getting rowdy rowdy What Mystikal and Busta Rhymes Busta Rhymes and Mystikal No Limit and Flipmode Flipmode and No Limit What you talking bout nigga what what What the fuck nigga What you want nigga Who you is nigga |
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from Busta Rhymes - Extinction Level Event : The Final World Front (1998)
Straight bang up your head shit with
Phenomenal swing like the ass on a black chick Fat dick to all of y'all niggas with whack clicks Hoping they whip paper like a classic Low budget black flick Last victim that I caught was fucking my last chick She hit me off, nearly made me bust through my plastic Took the loot that she had stashed in her panty elastic She got from out my denim, little venom was fast, kid Try to swindle a nigga by giving me putang A new thang, chick wanted to fuck me to Wu-Tang Thug chicks started criticizing my new slang Started hitting the pussy the song from the wusang Watch these rap niggas get all inside your guts man My nuts hang Shorty stay abusing the love thang Gotta camouflage my stash and loot like I'm Bruce Wayne After my money gotta kick the bitch up like Liu Kang Aiyyo I come to give you a little of what you asking for Oh what we asking for Oh yeah I come to give you a little of what you asking for Oh what we asking for Now what you asking for Just give it to me raw Now what you asking for Just give it to me raw Now what you asking for Just give it to me raw Now what you asking for Just give it to me raw Okay Shorty took me on a ride like a cyclone In my zone Strutting with an ass and a fly tone Hold shorty like how I be holding my microphone We thug romancing to the jazzy sound of a xylophone Ass backwards I'ma stick you more than a cactus Lay my thug willy actress across the mattress Knock it off the earth axis and broken glasses Continue when she make me bust blackberry molasses Pussy made me feel like I was drugged up on morphine My movie screen ass stacking more than we've all seen Yo, chick 'bout to make me wile on her real hard A real fraud, fuck I ever fucked with this ill broad Chick still after my loot, she like, "What, son?" Don't act dumb scheming on a robbery outcome Come out from wherever you are and be outdone Acting like you about something And you ain't about none Come on son Thought the chicken head was a little rude The wrong move making me whip it out like live dude Fuck that trick tried to get at my hard-earned stack Too many times Gotta put my foot in her ass crack June for all of my niggas you know shit is all real A chicken head to fuck your mans and cut him a side deal Of all your prized possessions if you let her get yours Bitch we keep it raunchy everything will remain raw Ay Yo I come to give you a little of what you asking for Oh what you asking for Oh yes I come to give you a little of what you asking for Oh what you asking for So what you asking for Just give it to me raw So what you asking for Just give it to me raw So what you asking for Just give it to me raw So what you asking for Just give it to me raw Okay |
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from Busta Rhymes - Extinction Level Event : The Final World Front (1998)
Yeah Flipmode Squad
Yeah their ain't nothing iller Busta Rhymes got another killer Niggas be getting all in playing Cee Lo We be getting money at casinos Gamble my money like gambinos Scarface through like appachino Now my pockets got muscles like Lou Farigno Got the hot shit Big up my nigga Premo Stack loot with my nigga Dino and Enno (Julio) Spliff and my other nigga Chico Uno dos tres quatro cinco (Gimme five) Count from ten all the way back to zero Set it off rep. from here to Puerto Rico Run in the bitches makes me black and Filipino Trick in the hide or on the niko Caught the round trip to Santo Domingo My nigga Spliff criminal like Max Remo Thug think he loud then show me your hero Nigga tried to play me on the dealo Tried to short me couple gram on the D-Low Thought we didn't know better oh yeah we know Stepping them niggas for what its gon be yo Niggas spend money and fuck a preshow Your name was shorty who whip in a little Geo Dare and look niggas get left by the sea show Lock up a nigga and sabotage the keyhole Chorus: Alright y'all (Alright) You know we keepin it tight y'all (Real tight wha) That's how we doin it (Ha, that's how we doin it) That's how we doin it (Yeah, that's how we doin it) Alright y'all (Alright) You know we wildin all night y'all (All night y'all) That's how we doin it (Ha, that's how we doin it) That's how we doin it (Yeah, that's how we doin it) Yo, guess who coming through for dinner (Who) Busta Rhymes bringing another winner Coming with another all night thriller (Yo yo) Shit bang through your bass kicker Don't want the hot shit to boil you move quicker Should've made the club crowd a little thicker Nigga in a club fronting like a killer You ain't eating my nigga you lookin thinner Now you a sinner a partier beginner You better off if dance to who got the keys to my beamer You a killer but you never pulled a trigger How that calculate money yo how you figure Yo, another homerun hitter my nigga Yo we ain't over hit you with a refiller We keep it moving never label me a quitter Flipmode baby you could call me flipper She wildin we wildin along with her My nigga put me on told me she a stripper Fronting like he don't really wanna be with her He told me handle my business cause he already did her He says she used to be Lucy babysitter Fuck a sloppy second hit the highest bidder for realla Keep the champagne in the chiller Keep it cold while I hit you with another wig-splitter Chorus (2x |
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from Busta Rhymes - Extinction Level Event : The Final World Front (1998)
Yo, ever since Jimmy Crack Con
Rockin' on ever since the day I was born Yes we get busy whenever we have to perform Shaking your tooshie making your pussy get warm Ha ha ha until all you niggas is gone I be hittin' until the morning got you callin' my storm Bounce my niggas, bounce my bitches (Bounce baby!) With the shit that do really have all you niggas going crazy Suffer from headrushes while niggas be smoking dutches Bitches be gettin' all in and they rippin' they pants crutches Wiggle they belly buttons Ay, wait a minute I wanna get all in it Long as my shorty with it You know I'm comin' to get it Doin' it to you makin' you really wonder who said it Swelling your melon while you yellin' Now check out the credit Giving it to you makin' you gimme back more (Coming through too!) Yes and we be kickin' down your door Keepin' it raw my nigga Chorus: All my bitches right in the front sayin' "Aahh" All my bitches way in the rear sayin' "Aahh" Party is goin' on over here (Say what?) Party is goin' on over here (Say what?) All my niggas right in the front sayin' "Ho!" All my niggas right in the rear sayin' "Ho!" The party is goin' on over here (Say what?) Party is goin' on over here (Say what?) All my people up in the place sayin' "Ho!" Let me just hear you some more Tell me what you lookin' for Told all of y'all already I ain't gonna tell you no more Hittin' you off makin' you niggas blast off! With some shit that'll be tearing your ass off Keppin' it comin', keepin' it movin', keepin' you wylin' We gettin' this paper let's keep the cheddar stacking and piling And now we happy and smiling cause now we living good Doin' it is how we be movin' it in the hood Wishing you could fuck around with me and my niggas How we double and wyle And double our bitches double our figures Turnin' you out Run from my niggas (No doubt!) Keepin' it blazing make all my bitches all shout Then I hit with the new make you take off your see-through While you peekin' around the corner baby I see you! Tell me what you gon' do I'm sayin' now I'm gon' have you wylin' until your ass drop Hit me off, yes now let me take it to the top We never stop my nigga Chorus: All my bitches up in the front sayin' "Aahh" All my bitches up in the rear sayin' "Aahh" Party is goin' on over here (Say what?) Party is goin' on over here (Say what?) All my niggas up in the front sayin' "Ho!" All my niggas up in the rear sayin' "Ho!" The party is goin' on over here (Say what?) Party is goin' on over here (Say what?) All my people up in the place sayin' "Ho!" |
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from Busta Rhymes - Extinction Level Event : The Final World Front (1998)
Take off your shoes
Make you dance in your socks For blocks Nigga be dippin a million. What, hot! Better pause and take a look. There's a whole lot of whores. Run up in a storm. Bitch a try to take you for yours for sure. Word up yo! And just get what you can. Catch it, so just play it on a record And take it off until you ass naked. Word to mother. Shorty stack like a horse. Pushin a force. Lookin to floss. Diana Ross. Flow better. One of the biggest seller. Tell me what ever. Wether a nigga stack mozzarella I'm a get ya. I ain't comin with ya. Hit ya, with another scripture That will really split ya. Make sure the fact you wack. And we don't need none of that. Keepin it movin. Now tell me, where my nigga's is at? Yo, from here to Brook. Nigga's is shook, look. I make you sing the hawk Shake your ass. Wiggle your foot. I make you CHORUS: TAKE IT OFF. Shit so hot we make you. TAKE IT OFF. Give me what you got nigga. TAKE IT OFF. And we hit the right spot baby. TAKE IT OFF. And everybody if you with me just TAKE IT OFF. Shit so hot we make you TAKE IT OFF. Give me what you got nigga TAKE IT OFF. And when I hit the right spot baby TAKE IT OFF And if you with me everybody just TAKE IT OFF. Wiggle and bounce baby. More to the ounce baby That's what I be about baby. Give me a shout baby. All up in your body. Whipping the mazorati Through the city With one of my hottie. I'm on my way to the party. Meet with my nigga Marty And little and Colie Scotti. Sippin Baccardi. 'Till you know we whylin up everybody. Whip about to cause. All in the jam Nigga's whylin out at the bar. (OHH) We keep it movin (OHH) Every time yo. (ooh) Shit that make your DJ Spin it back 4 times yo. Let it rain and let it drizzles Heat in the club be makin you sizzle All of the bitches right in the middle. (WORD UP) I make yall nigga's smooth. Making you sweat. Making you get busy. Got yall nigga's loosin your breath. So I started working this way. Pass the sting rays. See me Kunta Kintai. Check the way me ringai. Hey Mister DJ Hit with a replay Check it Hey why you all in my face. Give me some leeway. Got you doin' what we say. Other nigga's racin And whylin all on a freeway Rushin to get in a club And get all up in the place Get inside and see FLIPMODE in your face (ooh) Now let me take you nigga's straight to the point. Now get the party. Radio be still bangin my joint. Turn it up a little while I make you. CHORUS |
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from Busta Rhymes - Extinction Level Event : The Final World Front (1998)
Yea, Hmmm
Alright now Yea After the ultimate world blast that ended all things this is how we rebuilt shit from the underground up Bounce nigga bounce bounce bounce nigga bounce bounce When I come THROUGH, hit y'all with the one TWO Break y'all niggas that y'all niggas won't even know what to DO Break fool, make all y'all people wanna come TO Feel the force of my shit kickin?like it was Kung FU Blast THROUGH, don't these corny niggas harass YOU Set a tone in the streets where even the fans blast YOU Ask YOU niggas, do y'all really want the brand NEW? Corny niggas just finish your time and over pass DU HE HA What HO, think it's way pass your CURFEW Hit you with some shit that make doctors come have to nurse YOU YOU YOU YOU I'm rollin?with my whole CREW Bounce threw niggas when ever we surround YOU Flipmode role THICK, and you know we don't QUIT Hit you with some more HITS that make y'all wanna go SHIT SHIT SHIT YO make y'all niggas jump BACK Hit that hurry and pass the rest of the weed BLACK Chorus(2x): Rep my crew yo, Flipmode hit you off YO Y'all know what to do ok, TEAR DA ROOF OFF OFF OFF OFF, TEAR DA ROOF OFF, YO Y'all know what do I'm sayin?TEAR DA ROOF OFF One more time I hit y'all with a crime WHILE I be in my rhyme I hear that a drop of a dime WILDIN?all in my Tim BOOTS Now we stackin?mad LOOT Everybody holdin and 21 gun soLUTE Anyway any HOW, I'ma give it to you NOW You ain't wildin my nigga, that is something I won't ALLOW One Two Three Four, I be knockin?at your DOOR Hit y'all niggas with an effect that y'all never felt beFORE OR leave you with someMORE freaky dicky metaPHOR Rep for all my niggas who stay reppin?the hardCORE Slug it out, bugging out, all off my niggas THUG IT OUT Tired of all these weak niggas now I'ma RUB YOU OUT Yo, what you talkin BOUT, make y'all niggas scream and SHOUT Yo, we bout to blast you out the spot my nigga no DOUBT DOUBT DOUBT DOUBT Yo you know we always stay ON Keep wildin?before you know it the entire day is GONE Left RIGHT left, YO no ned to hold your breath YO, better chill your body up while we beat you to death DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH Blast you right threw your chest YO you know we runnin?shit and we never settle for less YO Chorus(4x) Yea motherfuckers Flipmode Squad eternally imperial, powerful, universal Flipmode Squad, from the underground up motherfuckers Always remember that From the underground up We gonna rebuild this whole shit |
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from Busta Rhymes - Extinction Level Event : The Final World Front (1998)
Let's make sure those drums are smackin'
(Heavy Breathing) This means war!!!!!! (Verse 1) I work Hard to take care of everyone of my niggaz Feel the love and appreciation from all of my niggaz When I think meditate and contemplate for my swole Watch the troops manifest once the story unfolds Disloyal mothafuckas I'ma banish you all And celebrate all in your absence once I get rid of y'all Sometimes i can't describe the wicked shit I feel in my heart Break my silence and sparaticaly tear you apart Strike with a serious vengeance And before you die put you through the worst And make you take a look in my eye So you can witness the extreme damage caused by betrayal Make you sorry for the fact that you attempted and failed Make you eternally suffer you was on of my mens Turn your back on me I'ma make sure you get it back times 10 Stay true! Now thats the one thing I religiously pledge If you ain't with me I'm throw you way over the edge This means war! (Chorus) Take a Look inside You can't run and you can't hide If you cross my path I'll make sure you feel my wrath Give and you recieve Charish every breath you breath scritpures on the wall those who betray all must fall (Verse 2) As I charish every blessing and I greet you with hugs You my people when I see you I embrace you with love Yeah I be the one to come and get you outta the hole Yeah you be the one to run and leave me out in the cold So amazing how many times you part and you scheme But what you don't realize you'll never conquer my dream Your devilous karma can't penetrate the steel of my armor Time pass by and pressure got you living with drama Paranoid at my retaliation living in fear Disloyalty will have me kill my brother shedding a tear Such a shame how you could easily you can get trapped in a zone And have to go to war with fake niggaz standing alone Until I get with all my loyal niggaz going to lint Don't matter how hard you try you'll never weaken my strength Now I'm with all my loyal niggaz breaking the bread And if you dis the code of honor we taking yo' head This Means War! (Chorus) War! Nobody helps him Nobody has to be there Yeah Yeah! What cha ya gonna do! (x2) Make you think you can run or you can hide Where you think you can run or you can hide? (x3) (Verse 3) Be the best to show love, let's go operate Disloyality is something that we won't tolerate Still with these niggaz let's put them where they properly go On an island far away in a place where nobody knows No room for any bullshit for so many years Watching the danger and niggaz double crossing their peers Yes I always fight for what is right and put my foot down Disrespect my love and I'm gonna be laying ya down This means war! (Chorus to fade) |
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from Busta Rhymes - Extinction Level Event : The Final World Front (1998)
Flipmode motherfuckas
Flipmode motherfuckas What the fuck you want What the fuck nigga What you want What the fuck nigga (We gon hit it down like this nigga what) Check it out I be Testing your fate and wrecking your face Invading your space And watch the tables turn like you're trading a place I pull stunts like evil kadeival Me and my people fly like an eagle And blow your entire cathingil Hurry hurry Don't worry worry Hit y'all with a flurry flurry of jazz Leaving y'all niggas blurry blurry Brew up some shit like I'm cooking for y'all When I'm done then I come looking for y'all (Huh huh hold up hold up) Federal cases cause nuff bodies end up in medical places In they blood finding them chemical traces Leaving special investigators going through skeptical phases While we getting money the decimal changes I was a seven-day affentice apprentice Now I strike with a vengeance Blowing the door right up off of the hinges This be that put you out of your misery song And make you ask your man is this the joint he dissing me on That's when I ask Chorus: What the fuck nigga what you want What the fuck nigga what you want What the fuck nigga what you want What the fuck nigga what you want What the fuck nigga what you want What the fuck nigga what you want What the fuck nigga what you want What the fuck nigga what you want What the fuck nigga what you want What the fuck nigga what you want What the fuck nigga Moving your muscle and doing the hustle See nowadays we getting money like rustle Who really wanna tussle Challenge the super saber in a nigga Blast the challenger way out of space like Galica nigga Battle star Galactica cross my diameter nigga Derange your whole circular shape into triangular nigga Yo So what it was my fault That I had to bring this shit to a screaming halt What you need to do is open up the vault That's why I make sure that my vest will be on So when I blast you and your additional stress will be gone Then I sprinkle just a little bit of salt on your plans And watch your shit shrivel up right in the palm of my hands I ain't afraid of ya But I thank all of my niggas for saving ya I was about to take you back To when your mother was making ya Clapping you up Slapping you up Trapping you up Holding you hostage Duck taping and Saran wrapping you up Yo First she was sober I smell aroma Put you in a Trans And slip into an irreversible coma Fuck y'all cubic zirconium niggas it's over Closing in on all y'all niggas While we're moving in a little closer Then I evaluate and elaborate Confiscate your shit and dare your ass to retaliate That's when I ask Chorus (2x): |
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from Busta Rhymes - Extinction Level Event : The Final World Front (1998)
[Busta Rhymes] Ah ah Ah ah Ah, ah.. c'mon Ah, ah, ah uh uh-uh Uhhh, ahhh Yeah, Busta Rhymes Janet Jackson, here we go, one time! Baby just tell me just how you feel (how you feel) We livin it I'm just givin it to you real, baby c'mon Ev-erytime we crossin the borderline Be giving it to you makin you feel fine, turn the heat up Better believe we gon' shine, make your body wind Baby the pleasure is all mine -- to my people who be regulating the dancefloor (dancefloor) Better step to your business and handle yours, how we do it? Making your people just wanna bounce and get busy because you know that we always'll hit you off, what you say? You wondering why you feeling the force (force force) And don't you worry cause yo we ready to floss (floss floss) Mohicans'll always a put you on And blow the spot til the very second I'm gone - get your groove on Now that you tired I hope your body recoupin because we keepin you movin that's what we doin and you know we're [Janet Jackson] [(Busta Rhymes)] Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet (Yeah, yeah, gonna make your body wet) Gonna make gonna make your body scream again (Yeah yeah, make your body just scream out yeah yeah) Gonna make gonna make you think of naughty things (Ha ha, make you think of naughty things) Like me on you (or me on you) and you on me (yeah, what it's gon' be?) What's it gonna be?! Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet (Ah, ah, ah, make your body wet, c'mon) Gonna make gonna make your body scream again (Hah, make your body scream yeah yeah, yeah yeah!) Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body cream (Make your |
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from Busta Rhymes - Extinction Level Event : The Final World Front (1998)
Brand new yea brand new
Ha brand new for all y'all massive and crew people across the world Yea Busta Rhyme hot shit more and more and more Mother fuker Flip mode nigga More advanced technology for y'all niggas Check it out y'all Follow instructions Hop skip jump makin ya flip Dislocate your hip bone vertabrate slip Shut ya lip and talk shit lost ya grip On the realist thing in life niggga pass the clip Makin ya beg for your life quickly strip Oh shit make you give me all of your belongings quick Come up off of that ya get smacked knock ya bitch back Blow make ya go back to the way you use to act Get money fuck the bull shit ain't nuthin funny Nowadays violate quick will ya face bloody Freak show have a nigga whole shit crisp Break ya face from the swing of my hand flick of my wrist Dismiss all y'all niggas and ball up my fist I hate a fake nigga and you at the top of the list Wait regardless how you skip around the fat remains You a bitch now learin how to play these games Exercise the right to rip shit every nite Precisely niggas be nicely doin it right Holy mackerel nuthin less than actual factual Stay reppin even when we conversate casual Read it in your manual Attend to our annual get together Sarinate in luxury doin what ever Doin my thing Trevade bumps King Truck jeweling it watch the medallion swing So fast nigga forget shit as time past Break a piece of glass quick to amputate your ass The title wave movin faster than the speed of sound Gargantua weighing in at a million pounds The more the heavy the more the solid My niggas run thick Fast to bap the John type my niggas murder you quick Yo take it easy while back at the ranch you talk to much you get beat with a tree branch The most influential whether in projects orsuburban residential Fuck that We keep the livest niggas happy then we blow thespot quick give me money make it snappy Oh my God Flipmode is the Squidaud It's war if you dare step foot in my yard My protocol is to create Substances abuse lyrics like alcohol Nigga try to recall When I hit you you ain't even know that you was gonna fall Cut your shit up turned around and bumped your head and all Leavin lizard Always remain grand wizard Fuck around and sleep nigga you get caught up in my blizzard askin who is it My niggas ain't around I ain't with it Aiiyo yo yo yo We here to stay fuck payin a visit So consistent demand everybodys assistant Let us reach for all things without any resistant Fatality for all those in the world that might be mad at me Suffer in the faces of my immortality To the one who didn't make it Now in every way I hope you know where we about to take it In every way I hope you know where we about to take it Now in every way I hope you know where we about to take it In every way I hope you know where we about to take it In every way I hope you know where we about to take it Now in every way I hope you know where we about to take it In every way I hope you know where we about to take it take it take it take it take it take it take it take it take it |
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from Busta Rhymes - 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 - 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 - The Coming (1998)
Word up let me just fuck with your mind please Aiy! Aiyyo yo yo yo! Let me fuck up your mind On time showin you the rhythm as I get wreck and get raw Yeah I be the man comin off that be raw It's Busta Rhymes givin you much more So... Yo y'all (y'all) one more time I come Knucklehead flow that make you act REAL DUMB Yo (yo) I burn your food like Florence Run up in your crib like my name was search warrants Shut your mouth nigga don't you complain Fix you up, mix you with cut like pro-caines Ooh!! Insane to your brain Right on your subconscious, I leave my SHIT stain I be the mostest with rhyme overdoses Hot stepping over shit like Ini Kamoze's Sick lyrics like multiple sclerosis Focus, while I display flows ferocious Weak niggaz just fall and keep tumbling Distribute lyrics like I'm hand to hand herb hustling Hardcore like Quick Draw McGraw Fuck what you heard you ain't heard this before I make sure everything remains raw (4X) Yo, when I step in the place I leave damages Nuff bandages on pussy from miscarriages Yo, watch me bring the newest recipe Fuck you up quick and condemn you all with leprosy Let me hit you with flows, that come various Hahh, send you home and make you lie bout your alias Ha-ha, niggaz can't see my routine When I round up my Flipmode niggaz and get cream Hey, you! You know what the fuck I mean Now I'm on the scene, stepping through like Mean Joe Green Now I'm making you feel the extreme Till I black you out then turn on my real high beam Oh shit, now I got your brains fried Once you inhale smoke from my flow, CARBON MONOXIDE! Use your imagination, let me take you higher Rain hail snow earthquakes, Earth Wind & Fire Yo, hit the dirt, get on the floor I'm that outlaw nigga living right next door You should just roll out the red carpet All movin targets, I got you open like supermarkets (Word up, word up) Yo yo, there's only five years left While niggaz is scared to death they breathe they last breath Days of my Life goes on, word is bond I make you feel my proton, neutron, and electron Yo, I be the number one icon Word to the holy Qu'ran, I rock on and on On and on, hey, on and on and on You won't understand when I form Voltron Hahahaha, everything remains raw * in background: I make sure everything remains raw * (7X) Word is bond, niggaz don't really understand shit Niggaz don't motherfuckin know y'all, hahah Flipmode is the motherfuckin Squad y'all, hahah I make sure everything remains raw, hahah Word is bond, niggaz don't know the real shit There's only five years left! Word is bond Niggaz don't know though There's only five years left! Hahah Remember that nigga, all you, remember that There's only five years left! Hahaha |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Coming (1998)
Taking you to the other terrain we mash strictly for the cream Here to kill your whole scene and your motherfuckin team Little 'Mal the raw dawg I know you heard of me You probably know some bitch niggaz who wanna murder me Busta Reggie Murray Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster For me the microphone master Look I crash ya bash ya skull Fucky with Mally G if you're trying to take a fall Niggaz talk about killin and never get to it Fuck the yappin, be true to it, do it Steady scream about your East and your West side But you ain't in it when it comes to the homicide Niggaz better get up off that bullshit quick Caught up in the limelight gettin way too slick See em at the shows bout to rock they shit off Gettin they peeps fucked up cause they block is soft As for terror, I sever the best of MC's Look, little Mally G trippin off these indo trees About to murder label's jerkin but mercy us Def Squad niggaz prophesize like the Perseus Droppin degrees to zero with flatlines Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme One rhyme... one rhyme... just one rhyme I don't give a fuck I kill em with just one rhyme Woo, hah, heh, yahah, you wish that you could get with this Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's My time to shine and I'm still payin dues And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker I only tell you nothin but the real it's tight up in the struggle tryin to get this fuckin meal, why? Niggaz act shifty so I shift a long three tri three chrome, it's the same ol song I seen the shades and the suedes from afar Pah But hold up do you know who I are? The M-A-Double, you want trouble you got it the spot is on You blot it I got it then shot it it's hot up in your dome Peace with the chrome piece that I pack Remember fuck around and catch a Mack to your back Verse Two: Redman Who the fuck I be I, you cannot see I Flabbergasted, blasted, my Magnum P.I. Oops I lie, I got a cannon bout the size of Grand Canyon I'm prime time, giving MC's Knots Landing Duck, heavens to fuckin Merkatroid I drop noise that employs the unbelievable Recline like receding hairline, crime speaks fine with a nine pull line blind keep mines up my sleeve until you start to quiver, metabolism splits rivers I rock so many broads I leave your entourage tender Like bartenders mix liquor I serve you over the rocks, I feed you to my flock, now time to click triggers Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters raw water turn sons to grandaughters Ah ha ha ha ha! I bring trouble where, you sleep So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear, coat Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo MC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo My star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions Shuttin down national state buildings with high ceilings Funk Doc to the spot freeze Creepin on MC's like Vietnamese in army fatigues Def Squad representer Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter Verse Three: Keith Murray Hey yo once a crack head, always a tack head You have no craftibility all that shit you talk is dead As sex drugs and violence, balance the scales of reality Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously Niggaz ain't shit to me (word up) You stupid niggaz always got somethin smart to say And probably can't even spell TWA My crew is like police pull up and park anywhere (ERRRRR) Jump out and get it on right then and there (whassup whassup??) Niggaz is pussy and ways and actions show it Most of y'all niggaz dead, and don't even know it And Def Squad L.O.D. for life (word up, yeah fuck your life) Act trife I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife Interlude: Announcer Aiyyo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G Redman, Keith Murray, bringin the ruckus, the Def Squad Next up is the Flipmode Squad, this is Howard Cossell First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout Lord Have Mercy For, and the In-fer-mous Busta Rhymes Verse Four: Rampage Two one two, I'm living life as a rugged MC When I step up in your jam yo I'm V.I.P. Niggaz and bitches be eyein me I'm spontaneous, I'm wreckin brothers out the frame Because I'm dangerous I'm well known like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile *beeping* I'm great distance like AT&T I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee Yo I Fades Them All like my man Mally G Whip a nigga ass for free And makin sure he see visions of me Rampage the talk of the town The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt) I'm comin thorough like a pack of Life Savers Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors My technique I freak seven days a week I'm undefeated, you can see my Quantum Leap I'm hittin brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert Those who got no publishing they need to get jerked (no doubt) a hundred percent, I gets down what I invent Rap artists be dying to a certain extent Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback That shit is wack, fade away and never come back Verse Five: Lord Have Mercy For now and forever, it's the, evil that men do Mental, my inner center Winter Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor Invader, evacuate I collapse your major Straights and lose minds You're splits two times, for intruders, for these losers My maneuvers, drop like lugers Illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's Splittin blessings, with three Weapons Lay in the cut like C-Sections, infestin the nine-six For you mindless, niggaz I smack spineless Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, oooh, oooh ooh ooh Corrupt your minors, like New York City's finest lineups, on LSD fine fust, in your sinus Crush like chinas, opiuMC grinders My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners The infiltrator, creator, I'm sinful Papers stay viscous like religious cults Leaders that drop scriptures, and rock clips or assault heaters My Flipmode niggaz, we're like Afghanistan guerillas Verse Six: Busta Rhymes If you want more information look listen and read While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed Satisfy my lyrical semen, plants my Johnny Apple-seed Mental slave grip on your brain like white people My music will dominate the population like black people Utilize my efforts to execersize my inner thoughts I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts Hold down the forts smokin drinkin mad quarts For sports talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts Let's get the cream so that we can move up in this fortress Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong We represent the ultimate unit for the nine-season Flipmode Squad will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down Till they come through like the ATF and shut your shit down Alcohol tobacco and firearms is how we movin Raw rapid fire flows while the music keeps you niggaz groovin I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin From your conversation the way you come across your shit is off Malfunctionin my nigga you about to feel the real force Lay you on your face while I beat you up your head with the holy cross Exotic niggaz blastin off to the Land of the Lost If you can't see this I recommend some school for the blind by Helen Keller Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas Redman and the Rockafellas Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray sunny days and bad weathers But still we travel the world like National Lampoon It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire ninety-six SO STAY TUNED!!! Hahahahahahahahah Flipmode COMPLETELY getting inside that ass Def Squad, respek |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Coming (1998)
Yo, I rearrange your wholesome change Complicate your vision and make the world look strange Try to remain calm but yet you still feel perspiration Drip from the top of your lip - losing concentration Don't you try to front like we got some type affiliation Bought yourself a piece you shit to try and avoid the confrontation Fear me, it's in your bloodstream feel the circulation Permenantly trife and affecting life like ammunisation Oh shit, I've got you feeling nervous on purpose (Ha!) I love bring that shit right at you - door to door service Instantaneous, you will still get your shit bust (Bust) Only spontaneous, all that shit talk is miscellaneous You be rolling shady we gonn' establish all the shadyist Yet all of my black peoples be the most craziest Numerals of funerals every day When I take a closer look of all my niggas around my way (Ha!) Ha, yeah, I love to dig from deep within Making your head spin Hot Fudge coming on in good lord Hot Fudge coming on in good lord Hot Fudge coming on in good lord Hot Fudge... Da Da Do Dee Da Do Da De Do Da Da Ohh Ohh Ohh Do Da Do Dee Da Do Da De Do Da Da Oww Oww Oww Aeiyo, you look like my man, y'all look similiar Alibis that niggas trying use like we familiar Fuck that! You really need to check your criteria Violating the world, annihilate your whole area Been in this too long to allow niggas to try to take mine 23 years deep and I still exist as BUSTA RHYMES! Aeiyo, I'm in this to win this, gets down to handle my buisiness While I be Busta Rhymes you still be whoever your name is In my past life the world felt my mega blast Now in my present life I'ma still bust your fucking ass Yo, it's been predicted, ever since I was a child Getting addicted to candy bars I was still wicked Drop jewels on many fools while my niggas pack tools In '89 when we signed this Leaders Of The New School Four, lyrical Schwarzeneggers rolling like commanders Wrecking shit, hit after hit, while we set the standards Back then came leaders of the 'New it was like a dream come true You could scream on the mic and do what you gotta do In the meantime I show improved and stick my lagoon theory Scream at the top of my lungs until you fuckers hear me Yo, I love to dig from deep within Making your head spin Hot Fudge coming on in good lord Hot Fudge coming on in good lord Hot Fudge coming on in good lord Hot Fudge coming Da Da Do Dee Da Do Da De Do Da Da Ohh Ohh Ohh Do Da Do Dee Da Do Da De Do Da Da Oww Oww Oww Da Da Do Dee Da Do Da Ohh Ohh Ohh Do Da Do Dee Da Do Da Oww Oww Oww Numerals of funerals everyday (repeat 12X) |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Coming (1998)
My rhymes profess life like the birds and the bees Make Funk Master Flex say yo I'm feeling these Flows make you shit in your drawrs. Change your dungarees Smoking trees getting cottonmouth wild munchees Bowed down the block eating food at Luigi's Constipated... too much extra cheese Well anyway while I was cooling down at Luigi's I met some Siamese twins from overseas.. Lebanese Let's begin with the friends from New Orleans They had a fifth friend. She was straight Black-Portuguese Pretty palm-olive-soaped skin, AloeVeralese She looked like the type of chick you only see in fantasies The type of chick you would KILL for to get between the knees Yo. I made time to chill with Miss Portuguese Would you believe, the bitch tried to steal my fucking house keys And rob me for my G's Had to show this crazy braud, I mastered my Degree's and my Ph.D's Got your face on camera; motherfucker say cheese You better get with your friends quick, before I start to squeeze Getting caught up in that freaky gold-digger Jamborees Chorus: I caught that ill vibe Tip [word Bust?] yo yo word That ill vibe Tip [word Bust?] yo yo word Cause when I'm in the place you know my shit be absurd. [I caught that ill vibe Bust] Word Tip? [yo yo word] [That ill vibe Bust] Word Tip? [yo yo word] [So when I hold the Mic you know my shit be absurd] [I caught that ill vibe Bust] Word Tip? [yo yo word] Verse Two: Q-Tip I got weight on my shoulders in the form of this beat Ain't nothing sweet, on the street, for good these I compete Come off complete And you need to get back in your stance We enhance and we're playing the whole world circumstance So do good in your hood even though you puff life Positive to comply Don't screw up facing that crowd Progress don't fall back. We can't have that I'll hold your hand Black We can't wind up with scratch I put my best foot forward, when I play in life Cause this world as I live it, chill's like a double edged knife In the jam we regulate, cause we organize Logic-a-ly thinking when along's enterprise Alot of brothers from the ghetto got the gift of gab Peace to the West Coast and the East, we's fam Need I make mention that the crew we've got Make things get hot, like the FoFo shot. Blauw! No we don't premote no guns, but don't turn that cheek In the world that we live calmness is viewed as weak So, we got to stay awake for all these lizards and snakes Some of them come as friends; some of them come as Jakes We decipher all the force and build rounds with our friends Why's that? So we can live right until time ends Yo why's that? I estimate, so we can get these ends Yo true that? Busta and Tip, you know we make minds bend Chorus: (in reverse order) |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Coming (1998)
Aiyo, where my niggas at? Fuck, my niggas is at? Where my Leaders Of The New School niggas is at? Yo, aiyo C Brown, C Brown where the fuck you at, dun? Aiyo Milo, Milo and the dance, where the fuck you at, nigga? Aiyo aiyo Dinco, where you at, son? Where the fuck my Leaders niggas is at, man? Fuck man, I'm ready to grab my niggas Them niggas need to go to blow or sometin Keep it movin', keep it movin' (Runnin faster than the speed of a bullet) Keep it movin', keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along (Has more rhymes than any other DJ that has craps) Keep it movin', keep it movin' (Able to leap sucker MC's in a single bound) Keep it movin', keep it movin' (Look at the jam of the mic) Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along (It's the L-the O-the N-the S) Verse 1: Dinco, Milo Three in this to grass it up like me Besides TNT, see an N and BG My visionary which is skippin on my D-O-G I guess it was a S-O-S from G-O-D Chaos has arisen interteller space souls (SOULS!) Cellular, good ridance, like keypads wit ol' bass Third planet states while the rest of the world waits (WAITS!) Joy to the world, meaning hell, snow and earthquakes Participates, modulates If comets were round plates, bitten names gates For only those that ???? relates, case after case (CASE!) Dinco's on the next space Movin strategically in the Solar System's waste (RAHHH!) Size 25, the lymph still be in place (HAHHH!) Stretch and extending, for flexin is impending It's not mind-bending or *?refriending?* to keep remembering (HMMM!) Cos everybody's people gonna die, or believe (WOO-HOO!) we dispense necessity, to shout and receive |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Coming (1998)
RRRRRROAW RRRR.. RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW til my dragon baby stop whinin I see my influence still.. RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW til my dragon baby stop whinin I see my influence still.. RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW til my dragon baby stop whinin I see my influence still.. RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW til my dragon baby stop whinin I see my influence still shinin Hah! Hit you with my ultraviolence Skin cancer causing laser beam flow then causing riot Oh shit! I'm gon' give you more and more (hah) flows that's gon' help you see who got the real raw -- you can watch me wreck (huh) for the entire nine seasons Cold-blooded flow that got you motherfuckers freezin You (you) must (must) find (find) your style Identify with your own profile! Uhh uhh Niggaz don't understand what we be talkin about Designed especially for biters who try to figure it out!! Huh, WHOOOO! Ice Capades all over beats son while I smoke your Phillies all the way down to the last one (HAH) Yo watch me skyrocket (HUH) Prop me for my flow then get your hand out my pocket As the world keeps on turnin Killing microphones as the nigga most determined Keeping biters fiending like this was they last serving Stay away from fake motherfucks like Mark Fuhrman Got your whole entire +Little House on the Prarie+ burning Stick me for my rhyme like you stuck me for my Sherlings Yo, you must be out your fuckin mind The only thing you really need to do is chill and watch the sun shine RRRR.. RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW til my dragon baby stop whinin I see my influence still shinin Hah, hah, hah, hah Hoh, hoh, hoh, HAHHHHHHHH! Hey, get with this here roll call Keep my peoples movin like a U-Haul Then I'm gonna hit you, wit that shit that's sure to make your dome crack Watch me knock you down You'll be surprised how quick the fuckin word will get around A biter came up missin and the bitch was never found, YO I come with shit, so sure, to hit Hit you til your motherfuckin dome split Counterfeit niggaz need to sit back up off of it And if you don't listen you deserve whatever you get *gasping for air* Just a moment, let me take a breather Got you niggaz sweatin coal, like you caught the fever Just to know my every move you fuck a freak psychic reader For those who bite my flows I got to always pack my heater Yo, I was the one that (hah) made a nigga cough (huh) Soft (hoo!) Wait quick to turn a nigga off Yo, I'm quick to break a niggaz spine and any effort made by those who try to take mine RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW til my dragon baby stop whinin I see my influence still shinin .. RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW til my dragon baby stop whinin I see my influence still.. RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW til my dragon baby stop whinin I see my influence still.. RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW til my dragon baby stop whinin I see my influence still shinin |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Coming (1998)
As I begin fall in, I spark da riot No longer quiet, I got a voice that's in ya ear Stand clear, it's madness everywhere I look But can't see so much I can't explain how I feel on da real Everyday is like a ferris, looking to find some wheels Homey after homey dying over humbug Keeping my mind immune to pain I'm going insane just thinking about the past At last it's a future I can see much more that I got older So I know how the game goes telling me like I can't cope It's the dope you smoke that's why you looking at me ready to jack Cause that crack got your back broke Have to learn the hard way out the hood Thank it's real when it's flaw I saw This nigga get shot in front of my school it wasn't cool That gangsta shit affects not poppin off just da 'jects 360 degrees all due with respect It's da comin' of da killin' tool click... Come back to prove it Atlanta's got a killin' tool Killin' tool click, watch the killin' tool click Waa-taaah, tha angelical Ninja when ya blink You'll need a shrink, how da fuck did you think Dat I could be sniped nigga, see you fuckin' right I'm mo' try to kill ya, straight drill ya, I take my fuckin life serious You attack my self defense is war period I know niggas all over the SWATS Niggaz that'll get in yo' ass on the spot Concoct like a wise wizard juts cuz I wear tha red eye You may think I'm a high nigga, but looks could be deceiving God lives within me and brother I feel him I speak to God before I take my gat and juice ya Cause he tha one that's holding my future See as you learn me you journey out of time Cause your present state I gotta take ya out ya mind Y'all done let tha devil tear your perfect world up Got men sleepin wit men and girls wit girls Seems all right to you, hey but to me that's taboo, yes I do Fuck that dumb shit I comes out wit Drums hit some get tha hummin' Comin from tha witch doctor's gun in killin' tool click Atlanta's gotta killin' tool click Bill wash my mouth out with soap sent you home with yo' shit pokin out The loft shoutin' out obscenities No it's just a dream, but I'm a sore loser Figg murder, crosses burnin' in my front yard KKK throwin up rallies but not no more in these parts Trespassers gets penalized... 2:13 A.M. basic nine channel surfin' This one-eyed monster servin it's purpose Clampett's biggest hustle, nineteen-ninety-nine Three dollars plus shippin'n'handlin Majory credit card holders accepted But I'm a minority septic tank on ABC... Turner Broadcasting figures already done took over this beg System just still runnin'... to be or not to be done in At the push of a button is the question I think they got this beh rigged to blow up in my face Duddy the first Afro-can American to walk in space Now who you think had the pleasure of tryin on they new shit The nightmare continues, are we just penny gig's It's da comin' of da killin' tool click... Come back to prove it Atlanta's got a killin' tool Killin' tool click, watch the killin' tool click East Point... On the concrete is where I make my money at On this concrete is where I make my livin' at On this concrete is where your blood can flow On this concrete fool if I don't get tha dough I'm pumpin thangs out of suite 116 Got the Arab sewed up, stitched up, buckle up, buckle down, hit the sto' 7-Tre-1 as soon as I exit 166, traffic gettin' stuck, but fuck this I hit tha back streets, ended up coming down Childress Ain't no space, cut through the Fina, so I park, I hit my usual I fuck and hold, flip and fold, no life insurance, but I got my Grady card Depress me, stress me, tha same that exploit me Suppress me, break Cam, run thinkin' of a son trying to see through tha fog Just to see how far who's coming out the woods And I suggest you don't fuck wit us (ha ha ha) cracker you stuck wit us And you know how long we been waiting for you Devil, We know what you been contemplating to do We have been here before, but surprise again It is time for niggaz to uprise again But we've been down for so long that you wondering how It ain't a weapon taht you got that can stop me now Because we don't die... won't die... And won't never get no r if we don't try But don't get scared niggaz get prepared, I gotta care Cause them fuckin' devils never cared so come and find us Get behind us If you ain't hear the message clear, then rewind us Cause we comin' It's da comin' of da killin' tool click... Come back to prove it Atlanta's got a killin' tool Killin' tool click, watch the killin' tool click |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Coming (1998)
You can live true baby you can live trife Whatever way you chose you got to leave your life Aiyyo you're running out of time and you bout to cross The finish line the finish line (repeat Chorus) Verse One: Busta Rhymes And yo! I can't afford to waste a second Steppin with my eyes on niggaz checkin on my weapons Every millisecond, motherfuckers say they true to this But when they grab the microphone they shit sound like stupidness *beatboxing* Hah, mad to pull another vicious scandal I know that you can't handle when I flip from other angles now Feel my hot wax, burning from my melting candles You can't take the heat, so you switch from boots to wearing sandals This is for example! Shit will make a nigga curse When worse comes to worse, you be the first to disperse now We don't BELIEVE your man was living like that Hoping to find that nigga see exactly where his heart was at It's a damn shame how Son know your style, know your name Watch how he pull your file, make you wish you never fuckin came NOW Even the hardest motherfucker has his final day So kill that shit you talkin, and be about your fuckin way Chorus 2X Verse Two: Busta Rhymes Yo, everyday I see you on the block smoking With a bunch of niggaz scoping on how they can split you WIDE open You don't even know what's going on up in your circle Awful murder niggaz itch to leave you black blue and purple Ahh, your man came to put you on and tried to make you bleed Hit you with some shit that left you flippin mad in disbelief You just can't believe that niggaz that you smoke with is on it And the way they rass they really got to bust yo' shit! Thought your man was joking, paid no attention to the situation Got with your crew and just continued smoking Now your man sit and watch you panic In any other situation you'd be fronting like you gigantic I guess all that fronting is your main talent It's apparent, he can see right through you like you transparent Hah, aiyyo you need to watch your back you running out of time Watch your step, cuz you only inches from the finish line Chorus 2X Verse Three: Busta Rhymes Now, there's about a million motherfuckers on your trail Quick to bust your shit for every single time your words failed I'm watchin all the moves you makin fuck the speculatin Super-bitch nigga you just be fakin if I'm not mistakin Every move you fake you dig your grave a little deeper Come around me with that shit I'ma flip it to my brother's keeper Listen to this: overstress my emphasis I insist to fix and bring the noise as long as I exist Now you walk around the streets with all that shit you speak And step inside the club just to receive the illest ass beating HOO! Take a look around you get no type of sympathy Impatiently, I sit and watch you die in your own iniquity Hah, now you out dead and stinkin, and your eyes are no longer blinkin Time caught up quick, with your little BITCH way of thinkin Ahh, watch you diminish, while your niggaz have to put a finish On your misleading false image Chorus 5X Word is bond, bond is life You shall be willing to give your life Before your words shall fail All those who out there frontin, misleading they peoples Actin other than they really are It will catch up to you player, word is bond So that's, specifically, to all those fake motherfuckers Living out here on that bullshit Trying to act like they know what the fuck's going on |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Coming (1998)
It's Busta Rhymez, they do much more So yo you one more time, knucklehead flow that You act real dumb, yo, I'm pert near fool Lights out when, let it riplike my neck With search warrant, I make sure verything we make is raw I make sure everything we make is raw... Yah, yah, yah... 1-When I step up in the place, ay you I step correct Woo hah woo hah Got you all in check, I got that head nod That make you break ya neck Woo hah, woo hah, got you all in check And you know we come through, to reck the disco tech Woo hah, woo, I got you all in check Throw your hands up in the air, and never disrespect Woo hah, woo hah, I got you all in check Busta Rhymes up in the place, true indeed Yes, I catch wreck and that's word on my seed I'm guaranteed to give you what you need One blood everybody like junior reed Make up every morning, I must succeed Nationwide ruckus make the world stampede Yo, Willie make we roll some-- Made charge...now I must proceed Yo, we bout to make moves set speed Peace to baby phife cue-tip ali-shaheed Watch me knock you out like apollo creed Body blows bustin' you... makin' you bleed Just feed off the dynamic flows and take heed Need more information, homeboy then just read Ayyy, you can read all about the pure breed Do the bogle dance man, do the pepperseed (repeat 1) How dare you ever try, to step on my suede shoes Top Gun...down your firm like Tom Cruise Please, let me get down and blow a fuse Actin' fools, brakin'...down to molecules Yo, let me hit you with my ill street blues Busta Rhymez always headlines the street news Woo hah, woo hah Ah, baby girl, don't be confused Sail my Seven Seas and enjoy my boat cruise I know you really want to know who's Comin' through leavin...stains and residues Sorry homeboy, but your flow sounds used Got to pay your dues, baby, you know the rules Whenever I travel the world I landcruise If you choose to...around, you get bruised Now, I got you gas on super unleaded fuels Give me room gimme some space yo excuse (rpt 1) You're now rockin' with the best Busta Rhymez coming through from the flip mode squad Boyscouts who I be straight to your dome We comin' straight to your dome Bringin' all the ruckus, to all you rad mother... Boyscouts who I be flipmode is da squad Busta Rhyme break it down like this Yo, which mother...stole my flow, eenie meenie minie moe Throw them type a...right out my window Blast they...hit them from a direct blow Bo, comin' through like G.I. Joe Star wars movin' like Han Solo Make you bounce around like this was calypso Always shine 'cause I got the hi-pro glow You think that you can hide, you think you can lay low Roll up on you...like Hawaii 5-0 Make out with my dreads in my kangol Forget the moe... just pass the cisco Yo, take a trip down to Mexico Come back with that...that might make you psycho Maximum frequency through your stereo Sorry, this is it, but homeboy I gotta go (rpt 1) Yeah, hey, hey, yo hey... |
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from The Mod Squad (비트 시티) by Bc Smith [ost] (1999)
Yo ever since Jimmy Crack Con Rockin' on ever since the day I was born Yes we get busy whenever we have to perform Shaking your tooshie making your pussy get warm Ha ha ha until all you niggas is gone I be hittin' until the morning got you callin' my storm Bounce my niggas bounce my bitches (Bounce baby!) With the shit that do really have all you niggas going crazy Suffer from headrushes while niggas be smoking dutches Bitches be gettin' all in and they rippin' they pants crutches Wiggle they belly buttons Ay, wait a minute I wanna get all in it Long as my shorty with it You know I'm comin' to get it Doin' it to you makin' you really wonder who said it Swelling your melon while you yellin' Now check out the credit Giving it to you makin' you gimme back more (Coming through too!) Yes and we be kickin' down your door Keepin' it raw my nigga : All my bitches right in the front sayin |
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from Busta Rhymes - What's It Gonna Be (1999)
Yea, Hmmm
Alright now Yea After the ultimate world blast that ended all things this is how we rebuilt shit from the underground up Bounce nigga bounce bounce bounce nigga bounce bounce When I come THROUGH, hit y'all with the one TWO Break y'all niggas that y'all niggas won't even know what to DO Break fool, make all y'all people wanna come TO Feel the force of my shit kickin' like it was Kung FU Blast THROUGH, don't these corny niggas harass YOU Set a tone in the streets where even the fans blast YOU Ask YOU niggas, do y'all really want the brand NEW? Corny niggas just finish your time and over pass DU HE HA What HO, think it's way pass your CURFEW Hit you with some shit that make doctors come have to nurse YOU YOU YOU YOU I'm rollin' with my whole CREW Bounce threw niggas when ever we surround YOU Flipmode role THICK, and you know we don't QUIT Hit you with some more HITS that make y'all wanna go SHIT SHIT SHIT YO make y'all niggas jump BACK Hit that hurry and pass the rest of the weed BLACK (Chorus(2x):) Rep my crew yo, Flipmode hit you off YO Y'all know what to do ok, TEAR DA ROOF OFF OFF OFF OFF, TEAR DA ROOF OFF, YO Y'all know what do I'm sayin' TEAR DA ROOF OFF One more time I hit y'all with a crime WHILE I be in my rhyme I hear that a drop of a dime WILDIN' all in my Tim BOOTS Now we stackin' mad LOOT Everybody holdin and 21 gun soLUTE Anyway any HOW, I'ma give it to you NOW You ain't wildin my nigga, that is something I won't ALLOW One Two Three Four, I be knockin' at your DOOR Hit y'all niggas with an effect that y'all never felt beFORE OR leave you with someMORE freaky dicky metaPHOR Rep for all my niggas who stay reppin' the hardCORE Slug it out, bugging out, all off my niggas THUG IT OUT Tired of all these weak niggas now I'ma RUB YOU OUT Yo, what you talkin BOUT, make y'all niggas scream and SHOUT Yo, we bout to blast you out the spot my nigga no DOUBT DOUBT DOUBT DOUBT Yo you know we always stay ON Keep wildin' before you know it the entire day is GONE Left RIGHT left, YO no ned to hold your breath YO, better chill your body up while we beat you to death DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH Blast you right threw your chest YO you know we runnin' shit and we never settle for less YO (Chorus(4x)) Yea motherfuckers Flipmode Squad eternally imperial, powerful, universal Flipmode Squad, from the underground up motherfuckers Always remember that From the underground up We gonna rebuild this whole shit |
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from Busta Rhymes - What's It Gonna Be (1999)
[Busta Rhymes]
Ah ah Ah ah Ah, ah.. c'mon Ah, ah, ah uh uh-uh Uhhh, ahhh Yeah, Busta Rhymes Janet Jackson, here we go, one time! Baby just tell me just how you feel (how you feel) We livin it I'm just givin it to you real, baby c'mon Ev-erytime we crossin the borderline Be giving it to you makin you feel fine, turn the heat up Better believe we gon' shine, make your body wind Baby the pleasure is all mine -- to my people who be regulating the dancefloor (dancefloor) Better step to your business and handle yours, how we do it? Making your people just wanna bounce and get busy because you know that we always'll hit you off, what you say? You wondering why you feeling the force (force force) And don't you worry cause yo we ready to floss (floss floss) Mohicans'll always a put you on And blow the spot til the very second I'm gone - get your groove on Now that you tired I hope your body recoupin because we keepin you movin that's what we doin and you know we're [Janet Jackson] (Busta Rhymes) Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet (Yeah, yeah, gonna make your body wet) Gonna make gonna make your body scream again (Yeah yeah, make your body just scream out yeah yeah) Gonna make gonna make you think of naughty things (Ha ha, make you think of naughty things) Like me on you (or me on you) and you on me (yeah, what it's gon' be?) What's it gonna be?! Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet (Ah, ah, ah, make your body wet, c'mon) Gonna make gonna make your body scream again (Hah, make your body scream yeah yeah, yeah yeah!) Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body cream (Make your body cream) Make you have wet dreams (make you have wet dreams) What what what, what's it gonna be?! [Busta Rhymes] What what, what, party people seeing you waving your hand high Hot shit, burning you making your ass fry, baby c'mon Give you the shit what that make you quiver while I deliver the shit that'll hit you right in your live Always SoundScan'n, we never leavin you hangin I'm always doin my thang and my music always be bangin, so check it You know we be always movin the crowd (crowd) Type of feeling that make you wanna go play it loud (loud) whattup? *echoes* WHEN, WE, COME, and hit YOU Best believe, we really gon' get YOU Light up whatever you wanna flaunt Cause we be dippin it baby, so what you want? Here we go Paintin the picture we keep it hot in the winter Now big up my people you know I'm always wit'cha -- Flipmode! We blowin and takin over the planet - full blast Hittin with Busta Rhymes and Janet and you know we're gonna [Janet Jackson] (Busta Rhymes) Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet (Ah ah, ah ah, gonna make your body wet) Gonna make gonna make your body scream again (Yeah, gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah) Gonna make gonna make you think of naughty things (Uh uh, make you think of naughty things) Like me on you (or me on you) and you on meWhat's it gonna be?! (what it's gon' be?) Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet (Ah ah, yeah, we gonna make your body wet) Gonna make gonna make your body scream again (Ha ha, gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah!) Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body cream (Yeah! Hah, gonna make your body cream) Make you have wet dreams (make you have wet dreams) What what what, what's it gonna be?! [Busta Rhymes] (Janet) What, what, what.. what what? We gonna make your body feel wet (WET) We gonna make your body say yeah (YEAH!) I wanna know where my road dawgs is it I wanna know where my live women is at - Where you at? We gonna make your body feel wet (WET) We gonna make your body say yeah (YEAH!!) Now everybody wave your hand real high - real high And let me see you all put em up in the sky - c'mon Makin my niggaz just say HO, word up And makin you women just say AH, baby c'mon Bringin it to you in many ways We makin and takin you people right through another phase, c'mon We rocking it baby that's how we dropping it baby There ain't no stopping it baby I know we driving you crazy And then we hit with the greatest of all times - times times No matter what you do baby, we gon' shine and you know we're gonna [Janet Jackson] (Busta Rhymes) Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet (Yeah, gonna make your body wet) Gonna make gonna make your body scream again (Ah, gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah) Gonna make gonna make you think of naughty things (Yeah! Gonna think of naughty things) Like me on you (or me on you) and you on meWhat's it gonna be?! (yeah, what it's gon' be?) Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet (Hah, yeah, we gonna make your body wet) Gonna make gonna make your body scream again (Hah, we gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah!) Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body cream (Yeah! Hah, gonna make your body cream) Make you have wet dreams (make you have wet dreams) What what what, what's it gonna be?! (What, what, what, what it's gon' be?) Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet (Hah, yeah, gonna make your body wet girl) Gonna make gonna make your body scream again (Hah, yeah, gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah) Gonna make gonna make you think of naughty things (Yeah! Gonna think of naughty things) Like me on you (or me on you) and you on meWhat's it gonna be?! (what it's gon' be?) Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet (Ah, yeah, gonna make your body real wet girl) Gonna make gonna make your body scream again (Hah, gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah!) Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body cream (Yeah! Gonna make your body cream) Make you have wet dreams (make you have wet dreams) What what what, what's it gonna be?! (What what what, wha-what what WHAT?!) Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet (Hah, gonna make your body wet girl) Gonna make gonna make your body scream again (Yeah, gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah) Gonna make gonna make you think of naughty things (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! You gon' think of naughty things) Like me on you (like me on you) and you on meWhat's it gonna be?! (what it's gon' be?) Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet (Hah, gonna make your body real wet) Gonna make gonna make your body scream again (Yeah, gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah!) Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body cream (Yeah! Gonna make your body cream) Make you have wet dreams (make you have wet dreams) What what what, what's it gonna be?! [Busta Rhymes] What wha-what, what, what what it's gon' BE?! Busta Rhymes, and Janet Jackson Finally Flipmode baby what? Yeah yeah, what it's gonna be? What it's gon' be?! What it's gon' be?! What's it gonna be?! What what what, wha-what WHAT?! Yeah Uh uh uh, ah ah, ah ah, ah, ah-ah Close the door nigga (YES!) |
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from Puff Daddy - Forever (1999)
[Puffy]
I'll never stop I don't give a fuck If it's me against a million billion of Ya'll mother fuckers I will never stop I bust six out the roof of my Bentley Coup Head shots so mother fuckers can't regroup, Can't recoup I'll be damned if you get more points than me Sell more joints than me Steal your faith, take a puff, inhale my name Smoke on it, shit, choke on it Bitch nigga, I'mma make a hit nigga Hot mother fucker down to the skit nigga Game over playa, and nigga ya scored low Hit me later young, and I'm at the award show Bank account ten digits and it's all "O's" I floss the most shit, fuck the most hoes Come on, you can even ask Don Juan It's official now, they all rock Sean John Might have to change my name to strong arm You came to get money man? That shit been long gone, come on [Shyne] Have much to do with nigga since Nicolas Bond Poppin' and choppin' until the day that I'm gone Shyne poor, cuz your dream come from one bottle Prominent premier, premium bravo Watch him explain ain't nothin' But blood thug crime though Shots in the spinal, from my rivals Cross the t's and dot the i's and Pay the judge, drop the top we'll mess around Shit, it's the kid rapper's feelin' You cowards don't know? I'd rather be racketeerin' somewhere Bustin' shots in the atmosphere and Not caring, fuckin' the proscecutor at my hearin' Money laundering, honies wondering Who me? I reply casually Come what God would be if He was a straight G Tonight too tight out of a big ditch we ride [Redman] Yo yo yo, it's your hide Grab the rope and yell rawhide Front line is pussy, call off sides I'm focus but my hand is cross-eyed I left my gun home, here borrow mine Pop the nine like a judge "All rise" This gun'll knock plants off tall guys We value-packs, y'all small fries (Yo, I'm from the projects) Yo, but on the floor tied Don't matter, we'll take up all size Truly yours doc, then PPP hide, my name is Since five, I talk jive In church dressed in cordoroy ties Now I'm grown up and been married four times Besides, I'm just a sight for soar eyes Brick city, known pop the door wide Stolen Bonneville in New York High [G-Dep] Reversin' the plot Last come, first one to rot, first in the glot If I miss, circlin' the block, servin' the pot And I be the person to watch If your girl missin' the rock, purse and a watch Hot as it gets, from Hell came outta you debts Buy the cassette, rewind it to death Alota y'all sweat it, you try to forget How I rock shit from N.Y. to Tibet You got it to bet? That's just how you got into debt You lost when you nodded your neck Through the vest, Through the chest that you tried to protect Take the voice that you try to project, check Darin' you to kid, cat shootin' sperm in you wiz I'm why you smell herb in the crib Man I'm out for doubtful, shit I spit a mouthful Indo out-do, intro to outro [Sauce Money] I'm the hottest thing spittin' so go warn |
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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 - 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)
(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)
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 - 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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