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Busta Rhymes - Turn It Up Fire It Up

It′s Busta Rhymes, 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...

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:54

Busta Rhymes - Don′t Cha

Baby
Ladies
Fellas
Are you ready?
Lets dance
Baby
I know you like me (I know you like me)
I know you do (I know you do)
That’s why whenever I come around
She′s all over you (she′s all over you)
I know you want it (I know you want it)
It′s easy to see (it′s easy to see)
And in the back of your mind
I know you should be fucking me (babe)
[refrain:]
Don′t cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?
Don′t cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me?
Don′t cha
Don′t cha
Don′t cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me?
Don′t cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me?
Don′t cha
Don′t cha
Fight the feeling (fight the feeling)
Leave it alone (leave it alone)
Cause if it ain′t love
It just aint enough to leave my happy home (my happy home)
Let′s keep it friendly (let′s keep it friendly)
You have to play fair (you have to play fair)
See I dont care
But I know
She ain′t gonna wanna share
[refrain:]
Don′t cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?
Don′t cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me?
Don′t cha
Don′t cha
Don′t cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me?
Don′t cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me?
Don′t cha
Don′t cha
I know I′m on your mind
I know we′d have a good time
I′m your friend
I′m fun
And I′m fine
I ain’t lying
Look at me shine
You ain’t blind (you aint blind)
I know I′m on your mind
I know we’d have a good time
I′m your friend
I′m fun
And I′m fine
I ain’t lying
Look at me shine
You ain’t blind
I know she loves you (I know she loves you)
So I understand (I understand)
I′d probably be just as crazy about you
If you were my own man
Maybe next lifetime (maybe next lifetime)
Possibly (possibly)
Until then no friend possibly
Is a drag for me
[refrain:]
Don′t cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?
Don′t cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me?
Don′t cha
Don′t cha
Don′t cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me?
Don′t cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me?
Don′t cha
Don′t cha

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:54

Busta Rhymes - Everybody on The Line Outside

-busta rhymes verse-
Flipmode word bond
Flipmode coming word bond
Flipmode here word bond
Feel no fear word bond
Uh-uh-uh uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh uh-uh
1998 hot shit
Hitting you off baby you do it like this yo
Crazy maybey a nigga look shadey
Admire the nigga and let me shine baby
Shine my nickel 380 yo it’s all gravy
Never play me, follow orders you better obey me
Sisco and dance all in the discos
Crib show with alot of bitches from here to frisco
Yah-yay my nigga or yippe yai yo
Met a spanish chick I think her name is santiago
The way she blow I never been blowed before
Beyond a level where I could’nt take it no more
Put it on shorty then I bounce through the backdoor
She said hold on baby come here blaze it on the floor
Now I finish with that
Nigga give me my trap
Staking whole lot of money get me before I finish my rap
Think your shit don’t stink
Drunk crossed eyed nigga
Walk crooked still spilling your drink
Jam on!

-busta rhymes chorus-
Everybody’s on the line outside
Make you feel good make you come for the ride
Going do it to my people till your’re satisfied
Cant do it like this no matter how much you try
I know you want to wild out come inside
>from the left to the right lets coincide
All night flipmode coming open wide
Wave your hand up in the air until your hands get tired

-rampage verse-
Now I’m on charge
The party’s going down at the club mirage
Rampage I’m still large
Coming in the door with my flipmode squad
Vip pass flex on the blast
Honey’s in the corner yo I got to think fast
Play my game right if I want some ass
If I want to spend some cash, moet all night
Dont look at me wrong man your pokets ain’t tight
I got a rolly that’ll shine all night
This is that jam that make you ballers want to fight
And all you pretty ladies just wild for the night
Put your bottles in the air from your left to your right
Its rampage you can call me legendary
I drink alize with a little cranberry
I clear my throat
Got the flyest mink coat
I told you before yo I’m going for broke
Gebose

-repeat chorus-

-lord have mercy verse-
Rotate the club
Locate the love
Pulsate with the squeeze ass
Double g cans fatigue shafts
Out your league math
Jeeps crash dent like bean bags
New york city rub squishy touch and theme tags
Not a dollar to loose
Man let me hollar at you
Never head wobble with fool
Tomorrow was cruel to flock on the moon
La la bye messaging your crew
Travel at high speeds
No id
God on the move
Pardon me duke
Nationwide thick base collide
The gritty groove, smash fifty-two
And levitate your side
Who want it?
Your back weak running like athletes
Get on it
Huh blaze the streets with no warning
Andale andale my people move for the montary
Jack cheese collapse streets now put the john away
Put the john away, put the john away

-repeat chorus 2x-

-busta rhymes-
Yeah flipmode raw deluxe hot shit
1998 1999 year 2000
Say what lord have mercy
Say what rampage the last nigga
Say what busta rhymes the lyrical
Say what say what say what

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:53

Busta Rhymes - What′ Up

[scratched: "It′s the new!!"]

Yeah! Yeah, Busta Bust down, Flipmode now
I know what y′all feel like doin
Go ′head and crash your whip in the fuckin wall
It′s cool, niggaz.. we gets busy

[Verse One]
Fo′ sho′, spit rogue, get mo′ bout to kick in the door
Dick sore, split whores ′til they shit on the floor
Clique more sick from when you use to see us before
Shit, kill a nigga quick, niggaz know my rapport
Keep workers on the strip that be ready for war
Brick I flip a little quicker if they shit in the store
Rip, maybe ′til they drop, and they shit in they drawers
Shit crazy when I pop, and I′m grippin the four
Thick bitches in the spot, watch ′em strip for the sport
Spit vicious for the block, yeah we swingin a torch
Stick niggaz for they shit, thank ′em for they support
Quick nigga, better quit snitchin down at the court
Check track a little slick and try to go on my Forbes
Cause we stackin like we rich, and we holdin the fort
This time, we had to bring it, guess what we brought
The hottest shit to bang from L.A. to the streets of New York

[Chorus]
All my people, get drunk, get high - WHATTUP?
Get money, get rich, get fly - WHATTUP?
Get stupid, get busy, get live - WHATTUP?
Jump all in your whip, turn the key and drive - WHATTUP?
Make a mill′ yeah we gon′ make about five - WHATTUP?
We speak the truth and we ain′t talkin no jive - WHATTUP?
I′m speakin to the streets and everybody′s widdit - WHATTUP?
Once again you know we only come to get it - WHATTUP?

[Verse Two]
AO WWWWWWW!! Ha, I stay wicked now I′m back on the strip
Like I went on a vacation and I′m back from my trip
Nuff radio rotation like I′m sailin a ship
Or when the team circle the block, busy trailin my clique
Truck packed fulla niggaz with the strap and the whip
Get the gat out of the stash, put it back on my hip
Gat butt you in the face, split and fatten your lip
Blood hit the floor louder than the clap when it drip
I credit your name with bullets, read the back of the script
My victim′s initials engraved on the back of the clip
Chicks love the way we roll, how the movement is thick
So official like my name′s on the back of your bitch
Pay triple for the name on the back of the stitch
Name like the whole city now I′m changin the pitch
Kick back kinda crazy when I′m holdin the fifth
Think you nicer than the God, shit is only a myth
Grab ahold of the masses, I was born with a gift
Niggaz be runnin they trap, throw ′em over the cliff
Thinkin and drinkin the Guinness, busy holdin the spliff
Flippin and shittin on niggaz ′til we old and we stiff
I don′t even drive whips, throw the shit on the lift
12 hours, one worker do the whole of the shift
I do the thing to make you open your mouth
And give you shit to bang the Midwest and the rest of the South

[Chorus]

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:53

Busta Rhymes - Fire It Up (Turn It Up)

Uh ah ah OH, ah ah ah
Check it out
Flipmode Squad, ′98
Raw deluxe, check it out y′all

VERSE 1
I be the street kid, the brother your momma freak wit
Put your people on if y′all know how to keep a secret
When I get money you know I like to keep it
How I get money others are tryin to peep it

Flipmode, will be winners you wanna form a team wit
The big money figures, the ones to plot the scheme wit
The brothers who be used to gettin money frequent
The ones I would always measure up my triple beams wit

Until they start takin my people to the precint
That′s all back in the day yo, that ain′t nuttin recent
Cuz nowadays we see women we like to speak wit
Eat wit, lay ′em down and sleep wit

Type of women make a brother wanna keep it
Shorty be so exotic she lookin decent
Lotta corny niggaz be offerin whack free shit
I can′t hold the heat no more yo, I gotta release it

CHORUS 1
What y′all gonna do? Don′t you know we always comin through, me and my crew,
Lemme here you say "fire it up" (FIRE IT UP), say "fire it up" (FIRE IT UP)

To all my dogs that stay bloody, well around in the 500, all day,
Lemme here you say "fire it up" (FIRE IT UP), say "fire it up" (FIRE IT UP)
C′mon

VERSE 2
Now everytime that I meet a sucka who′s fronted, it′s aight
Gettin money and everybody want it
Smoke a big blunt, get myself all fucked up
Fall on the floor, gotta call my X-500

Iceburg-5 - where you at??
"No need for alarm, right now I′m cruisin to the sound of my enhanced CD-ROM"
Hurry up 5, yo you know it′s about to get thick
I see this cat away behind my back about to do a stick
"Tell me where you at, I will be there in 10 seconds flat, you know I got your
back, I′ll be there just in time to counteract"
Sometimes I might even forget crew, my X-5 bulletproof, I turbo boost, and
blast right through in the ceiling and in the roof

Comin through, hittin you, and knockin other suckas tooth′s
Full speed ahead like we runnin a toll booth
Produce more flavor that Veryfine juice
Call a truce, on me and my people and let loose

CHORUS 2
All my ladies in the place to be, gettin money while they next to me, lemme
see, Lemme here you say "fire it up" (FIRE IT UP), say "fire it up" (FIRE IT
UP)

All my people just wave your hands, gettin money all across the land, one time
Lemme here you say "fire it up" (FIRE IT UP), say "fire it up" (FIRE IT UP)
C′mon

VERSE 3
Release the heat, we lettin loose to the extreme
Me and the Iceburg X-5, bounce from the scene
Recline my seat, rock to the beat
Lyrical artist, microphone scarred up in the heat

Blowin up the spot that we hittin, know what I mean?
Got you hopin we keepin you people up like caffeine
Fly guillotine, seeing everything on my little computer screen
From here to Philippines

Keep it movin, we never run out of gasoline
Gas me, your arson, but lookin kerosene
Me and my 5 be runnin the mission you never seen
Hot shit, makin ya suckas forever fein

Anyone of you comin you better come clean
Hit you with an overdose of more rhyme amphetamine
Got you eye bloodshot you need visine
People in wylin, I think you need to wreak the sirene

CHORUS′ 1 and 2

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:52

Busta Rhymes - Sound of The Zeekers

Verse 1: crackerjacks
I got the adibles
De-deing-zak-zeek-zo goods to eat
What to the manilla on your paper
It’s the rattle with the crackerjack caper
Now who’s said that I was all for my own
Not did a flesson-flit to brontosaurus on
Here goes the adible eats cos I eat sweets
Not stakes summits I got styles
Styles!
Get it honney tell inning to winning
Run miles and miles to the speaker
Super-propelicker it’s the sound of the zeekers

Oh!

Verse 2: gollie g
Gollie g bumblebee ring around the rosie
A quacka full of hosie the hip hop scooby doo why
Whatch the jar drop let the sunset stop
Bang!
Was my friend to the end
Chukie was a lucky so here’s your end friend
I sets the show ain’t brocoli and rice
The newer to the new not the old spice
Mind over matter it’s got a true-school-blue
Betty cracker made it better
Poindex the flex to track by busta
With a little bit of sore from the crackerjack store
Still at will
For field up the skill for the jill by the jack
Misguided mojo swing low string
Sing along as I bring along with the song
Sedated by the maid, meenie mi mo
Yo, gotta go, gotta gotta go so!
On and off but the ending yet stick around
Cos the zeeko gots the sound

Chorus 1:
Jeepers, creepers, it’s the sound of the zeekers x2

Verse 3: sha-now
Neverlettheysaid I like a tracks
Leaders of the new school want the first path
Flow with this groovy track
Welcome to sound of the zeekers
Just not get trap taste this lyrical bliss
To the brain sha-now here there’s no shame
In my game let me be your remedy man
I can hit your ears with the words that I share
So
Taste this feel forenow I made the grave
A rumpely sound that you have to obey
Sha-now in tropical later or here on the scene
Sounds of the zeekers just not a dream

Verse 4: rumpletilkinz
I’m drizzy on may I’m be on the ill tate
I’m simply teaching I representing tripulate
Down the negative add the positive
Pass me why that’s my polarity
I just ghetto, look ghetto, came from the ghetto
But now I got elevel with the flow
I riding from the bottom go straight to the top
When I’m only in graping on the hip hop pop
I’m crossing the line heading for the border
Feel a quite thirsty, need a cup of water
Toilet in grandplans they like sub treplets
90’s are the year of the rumpeltilskinz
Take it all witches in throw’em in ditches
If you front to this you just kit stitches
Down with the rumpeltil and I love the redskinz
Should I begin trancept by friends
Geronimo not the animal I dance canibal
On the dance floor I willing and able to freak
Any zeek and I’m out

Verse 5: kallie weed
Now this is kallie weed pum the version

But then it’s want to me want to no understand (bow, bow!)
And when me come about it dance me understand lumpting (bow, bow!)
It want to the move now is I’m moving on bottom (bow, bow!)
De inna de dance with lons (bow, bow!)
Then bu-bum you janord and northest (bow, bow!)
North east south and west everybody move unploress (bow, bow!)
Inna de 90’s hit aye aye (aye aye, aye aye)

Chorus 2:
Fim fi fo fum, let all the zeekers in the dance
Fim fi fo fum, charlie brown make the dance around

Verse 6: charlie brown
Zipiddy dooh doh zipeddy dah, ow!
That’s only one charlie brown zeeker of the speaker
Much getting louder lunchtime all out with the chines
[peanut’s teacher speaking] ow!
Crackerjacks taking your back
Airer like a track now relaters react
Come in to flow, come in to flow
Better vacation never the less kick pick stick
Jump the pump grass, nooooow
No bizz like showbizz, brown there is!
Babble vibrate the ground got speakers
Ow, ow, zeekers!

Verse 7: dinco d
L - o - n - s!
Zeeker with zest zen jive as crazy
Minds combine elevating the maze
Of a cartible character scripture of a picture
Picture mister d - I - n - c - o!
Be a fool but speaker with average
Ever number one but ain’t not it’s rattle game
So I zone and zones of I been
A special with sounds so ill I be witness
See like zack the lego maniac
You ask what’s that? I said bring it back

Verse 8: cut-monitor milo
I got short dreadlocks and right pad seekers!
Illing on this track call sound of the zeekers!
Before I cut low miss this go-ne
Doing all the merger a fiss in a bledger
See I don’t ride wolves cos I know be faking
Don’t eat bacon cos that’s for saking
My heavy-digits stay ultra maked
No need to play hot cos I can’t be frozen
Just take this as a mailpress token
How many pennies do you need to laces?
How do you know when you have a six cents
Peem peem peem! it’s the sound of my beeper
And the name of this track it’s sound of the zeekers

Verse 9: busta rhymes
I love the feminine fats when they go (hah, hah)
To the hitty-bitty bust then show (hah, hah)
Babe babe doll, babe babe babe doll
Showing you busta rhymes will never fall
Everybody in the house have you zeeking make some noise
(aahhhh yeah yeah yeah!) people that we recoging
Beam back that sound from the blooming (hah, hah)
That beatiful sound I’m loving (hah, hah)
You find a move riding to the show bizz
Come to speak, what? in the lab of noizes
So back off your bats and your creatures
React sit back and listen to the sound of the zeekers!

Done!

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:52

Busta Rhymes - This is What Happens

Ayo rah who dat nigga?
Rah digga , rampage
Yo man
The word on the street is flipmode has arisen
True , aight
There’s alotta player haters that’s tryin na playa hate y’all
Fuck outta here , word up
Do you have something to say rah digga?
Motherfucking right , ayo rah yo rah yo rah
Bitches write her own rhymes what niggas ain’t fucking wit us
Rah , yo check it rah
Cool like

[rah digga]
What
Talked about who rips it right
Always keep a crowd goin like a schoolyard fight
Always hold it down lovely when it’s time to bulid
Been doin musical chairs like levert, sweat, and gill
Who doubt me niggas on the internet shout me
Playin me close or leave your bitter house stout b
Pullin chips if it’s a bet you want
I’ll demolish you and your fuckin debutom boy
Talkin bout she rap now y’all niggas is sick
I’ll be milky like ways or milky like wick or
Whatever type phrase rappers choose to model
I’ll take it right from you then have my peoples rob you
Flunky , all the stations gon pump me
Street shit I show another face like humpty
Niggas , that’s my word is bon
We gon hit you with the heat like you motherfucking spawn

Chorus: rampage and rah digga
This is what happens
When you fuck with my clique
This is what happens
When you bitin niggas shit
This is what happens
When you can’t make a hit
This is what happens , this is what happens , this is what happens
When you fuckin wit my crew
This is what happens
What a nigga ’posed to do
This is what happens
We got street shit to
This is what happens , this is what happens

[rampage]
Nowadays mc’s get kicked to the curb (curb)
Rampage i’ma spark y’all that’s my word
Me and digga we in the game that’s superb (perb)
Gettin all the money and plaques on reserve (uh)
When I’m in y.o. with swizz and the ruff ryders (or)
I’m chillin in the bricks with zee and the outsidaz (sidaz)
All you other cliques be frontin y’all dick riders (riders)
You damn right I got the whole enchiladas (ladas)
Drinkin iced teas plus , pina coladas (ladas)
My flipmode niggas we be the brooklyn globetrotters (trotters)
Now I’m seein chips like erica strata
Yo my favorite rap album was tribe, midnight marauders (uh)
I’m takin you back like afrikaa bambattaa
I’m hittin you , hittin you with the force (force)
Catch me in the vibe , rap city , or the source
Source , source , source
Motherfucker

Chorus

[rampage]
Rampage , I’m the biggest thing in life (life)
Don juan , shut down your pentagon (gon)
Watch me get the millions , with my flipmode affilions
Like vodka , fuck up your liver watch I deliver (liver)
Your body decompose in the river
Pass through like cold breeze feel your body shiver (shiver)
Microphone killer, finga on the trigga , ramp to rah digga

[rah digga]
Digga
Gotta stay focused can’t lose the drive
Help my moms and my pops quit they nine to five
Get it now for the c case I don’t survive
That’s why (that’s why) that’s why (that’s why)
I’ma take all the crap that be in this game
And don’t think I’m a bitch or succumb to fame
If I’m puffin on lah don’t remember your name
That’s why (that’s why) that’s why (that’s why)

Chorus

This is what happens
Yeah it’s gon happen , it’s gon happen (y’know what I’m sayin)
Rah digga , rah digga
Rampage the lieutenant , what
Dj scratch , scratch baby , forever
Huh , spliff a spliff huh they can’t touch us
Flipmode squad can’t touch us
We comin for your ass , comin for your ass
Yeah

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:52

Busta Rhymes - Do for Self

Hey yo!
Yo sham!
Yo sham!!!
-yo,yo,yo!
Come here nigga, wassup man?
-whats the deal, son?
How you doin man?
-chillin man
What you fuckin with that cat over there for?
-he is my nigga, son.
Nahah, don’t fuck around with that nigga, yo.
-what you sayin,god?
I know that nigga--
-what? I gotta hold it down for my homes, son
Lemme talk to ya for a second,man, c’mere, c’mere

I been through bullshit, forced to pull shit at the enemy
If I did it homes, it was the end of me
Back in the days, i’ma say like around your age
-what makes you figure that?
Yo, I used to move the same ways
Carying guns, sell a nickle chums to bums
Run away from home, running through the streets with a chrome
-nigga, fuck that, you see I’m livin on my own
-my life is based on the same place and the same zone
-thugs call me the don, but never feel my calm
-at the same time you know it’s hard for me to stay on
Yeah I’m feelin ya, but at I gotta keep it real with ya
Only when you got dough, niggas wanna be with ya
They feel ya out, find out about your whereabouts
Best friends turn enemies, plotting to take you out
-but it’s all good, becuz they show me love in tha hood
-i got this shit locked,don’t worry bout it. lemme cross ya out

Chorus:
Hey yo, I walk by myself,i die by myself
Cuz ain’t nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self
I do for my self,make moves for my self
Cuz ain’t nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self
I walk by myself,i die by myself
Cuz ain’t nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self
I do for my self,make moves for my self
Cuz ain’t nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self

Verse 2:
You see them cats that you run with, they allways in some dumb shit
I’m tellin you right now, them cats shouldn’t fuck with
-now who the fuck is you? to tell me what to do?
-tryin to start some real shit, tryin to make me flip on my crew
Go ahead and play hardass! live your life fast
Tryin to warn you, seem like these streets got you gassed
-i got a problem right now, and I can’t maintain
-i got some big time cat tryin ta split my fame
-yo, you see me in the street and wanna scream my name
-with some caked up voice, yo I made my chioce
-tim and his boys foul plans was to leave me moised
-so I stood up,prayin to God that this ain’t my last luck
-yo they got me judged, call tha blue cross cops ran up
*freeze!!!*
-say please don’t move too much, I think my man sat me up
-on a fact(? ) shining to much
Left you wet up,same muthafuckas used to friend up
Got you hospitalized, look how you end up
Hooked up to a respirator, body all bent up
Your moms callin me at my home,cryin on the phone
Why the fuck you didn’t listen? wouldn’t be in this position
You still breathing, a chance to change the way you living
-no more claiming the streets, I got a daughter to raise
-if I would’ve listened to you, I would never have got blaised
-now I’m fucked up,laying in this bed cramped up
-needles in my arm, thinkin how these cats play tough
-real thoughts in my head,oh how I showed ’em love
-fuck it, from now on gotta keep my shit real calm
-plans to move up outta there, and grab my family to be gone

Chorus

*chorus playin in the background while they talks*
Yo...sham?
-yo..
Wake up nigga
How you doing man,
-fucked up right now, son
Didn’t you see
I saw you earlier on the day,kicked it to ya man
The streets ain’t no muthafuckin joke, nigga
-yo, son , see what they did to my fuckin leg, son?
I’m tired of that bullshit, I’m sorry--
-can’t even lift my shit no more.
Got holes up in this shit, you holy now?
You believe in tha lord now, don’t ya, muthafucka?
-yeah...
When you get outta this bitch,
You better know how to walk the path muthafucka.
-you grabbin me to get up outta here?
There’s lot of things you can do in the world,
You’re to young for this bullshit
You hear me?
-i know
-definitely

When you get better you come out, make your mama proud,
Make yourself proud, you keep ya head up, nigga
-definitely
You understand?
-i understand

What the fuck, nigga, at the end of the day you’s a man.
Act like one
-definitely

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:51

Busta Rhymes - You Ain′t Fuckin′ With Me

Yea.. aiyyo Uncle Pat, turn up the beat just a lil′ more for me bruh
Yea.. [imitating the beat]
This sound like Frankenstein′s baby, yea

[Verse One]
Busta Rhymes! You know we live and in color (color)
Shit butter hot, but just a little mo′ gutter (gutter)
Smash shit regularly, word to my mother
Show love for the bitches and put it down for my brudda (brudda)
Hot butter funk make it rain, close the shutter - violate
Catch it from one of my bitches, boxcutter (cutter)
Ahh, articulate! Feels so great
that I can bless my niggaz with shit they appreciate (′ciate)
No jive y′all niggaz can take a nosedive
Shit so live bitches wanna give me a high five (five)
UNGHHH! Fuck it, it is a must we hold grands
Get with the program and fuck bitches who love to hold (hands)
Foul shit, way out of order
Fuck shit up leave bitches hot and sweaty drippin buckets of water (water)
Disorderly conduct, will erupt
When the live shit come on niggaz do what they wanna (wanna)
Aight bitches, now show yo′ asses

[Chorus]
The shit we droppin be sure to get y′all movin (get the fuck up)
We keep it poppin, feel how gangsta the loop is (we keep it boppin)
(we keep it gangsta muh′fucka)
And it ain′t no stoppin the way that we gon′ do this
Now what you want me to say? Say you ain′t fuckin with me-ahhhhhhh
(what the fuck, c′mon)

[Verse Two]
Huh, you see I got so much new hot shit stored
Got you givin me an award, floored a couple on the come up
Stretched a few, put ′em flat on they back
And laid ′em stiffer than a board, the way I make my niggaz applaud
My price tag, just to show up the shit
Might be somethin you can′t afford
Make you say the Lord is my shepherd, how...

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:51

Busta Rhymes - A Quarter to Cutthroat

Verse 1: charlie brown

Bring one mc, two mc, three mc.
Send any mc’s. it doesn’t matter to me.
Sterp up like a thief in the night.
No wins and I begin. my third eye is bright.
Here to shine. light skies the limit on d.l.
Who fell, yeah time will tell.
The leaders of the new.
The #1 crew blunts and brew for the hip-hop school.
Girls got my picture posters, pin-ups.
Wanna skin up (big up, big up).
It’s a race against the clock, and I can’t stop countdown,
Hear the sound see boogie brown..
(uptown saturday night) 125 we arrive so live from new york,
Word life. you know I can kick it.
At my show on the down low, you’re sellin’ wolf-tickets.
Ha ha, the trigger I’m tryin’ to tell ya.
Now my nigga, I’m getting larger and bigger the factor
Here to cockalak! a crack that back like a chiropractor
Just the collective my perspective to be
Effective is the main objective.
(warriors come out andЎ) props me say me nots.
Any violations won’t be tolerated.
Let’s not debate it if you hate it, ’cause I made it.
The loot, the boob tube, all that shit included,
In a matter of seconds you will be excluded.
Checka check it out.
East coast stomp in action for rich or for poor.
We created the fashion left (foot),
Right (foot), stomp (stomp).
Leaders of the new school do the east coast stomp.

Well it’s a quarter
Quarter. quarter. quarter.
Quarter to cutthroat.
A quarter. quarter. quarter. quarter.
Quarter to cutthroat.

Verse 2: dinco d.

It’s the power of importance making people act as is compare fair.
From here to there, fair seems a little quiz
So question what I conquer as kruger kills a kid
My friends got caught with luger so now he does the bid
Bring ’em in, bring em in
See the clock on the wall with one eye open.
Scarface to brawl to panic seized quarter cut.
Squeezed to ten gave quarter back five with a minute to win,
Then plenty a many men
With any if any trend came rename fame shame
To backspin speakin’ spic spans off spills of crack bins
So get your action. right locating jaws draw.
Bite mars is mourned warned rating.
Torn wound a sprite bright light the mics.
Mix vega a quarter woters.
What you get when you’re broke, becomes bodega bothering, sobering
Ting-a-ling-a-ling (ding).
Right on to milo on the dot.

Verse 3: milo

You want strength, what strength.
What you really want strength.
Milo in the dance is on chee.
Lippie l.o.n.s. lenght. now ’nuff respect to the sekel set.
Seeking section for recovery.
D me a beg uni.
Don’t bother me. "why, oohЎ±.
Because I and I am the one they call
De pum pum docter no bother.
Get vex because I og check your daughter.
Ideal punnie make the I feel better.
Me naw. want to put me wood in the wall of fire.
One step, two step. make you reach little high.
You askin’ why oh why you have to make it bad so why oh.
Inna me carkey suit and thing. love is all I bring inna the party.
Party respect to yardie it’s a rude, boy.
Type inna everybody. white, black, to chinie pass the heini, onset offset.
No prisoners at war a quarter to cutthroat is the new school law.
You better be in by sundown.
Sending death threats from miles around.
Busta bust down with the surround sound.
Tic tac tic. ready to pickins hip-hop easy listning.
Time to take order ’cause it’s a quarter to cut.
What, what you can’t front.

Chorus

Verse 4: busta rhymes

No more lucky charms for the malpractice tactics.
Fiasco, fiskell, siskel and ebert.
Criticism, devilish exorcism.
I strive to destroy and kill all inconsiderate organisms.
Time will only last for the ones who bust that ass.
All gridlock thinking. you better think fast, quick!
Because I’m riffling down the stifling,
Trifling sound who’s killing who, times killing you.
Stupid. you need to sweat yourself. don’t sweat nobody else.
I got my own perspiration check the conversation.
Minutes away, your ass is through dealing.
Ha, smack yourself and find exactly your feeling.
It’s detrimental and essensial that I chemistry thoroughly
In my dimensional dungeon residential vicinity.
Wack germs. you’re like a cureless growing disease.
Go and suck the clitoris of a trichamonis. discharge cheese.
Ha, ease. ha, substract counteract enemies, ha.
Carrying on while I be ripping and shredding
Getter fierce gotta pierce the wack to stop the germs spreading.
Before you striked, you caught a stroke.
Now you’re half-dead nigga, Ў®cause it’s a quarter to cutthroat

Quarter to cutthroat !!!!!!!!
Quarter to cutthroat !!!!!!!!
Quarter to cutthroat !!!!!!!!
Quarter to cutthroat !!!!!!!!
Quarter to cutthroat !!!!!!!! (fading)

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:51

Busta Rhymes - We Can Take It Outside

We Can Take It Outside
Busta Rhymes
(When Disasters Strike)

[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]

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:50

Busta Rhymes - What The Fuck You Want

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)

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:50

Busta Rhymes - Take it Off (Part 1)

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:50

Busta Rhymes - The Whole World Lookin At Me

Chorus 3x:
The whole world lookin′ at me
Watchin and waitin to see
If I fullfill my destiny

The whole world lookin′ at me
Uh, my interruption cause a major concussion
Dome piece swollen son you need a cup of Bufferin
Peep my post reduction, hey
Follow my instruction
Bounce back my repercussion
Cause mass destruction
Fuck around strain ya til ya plan malfunction
Sit cha ass down, hey
Bouncin out ta Flushin
Check extra P by the boom weed from a Russian
I remember when I used ta rhyme for extra nothin
I got so much ta offer every time I tell you somethin
I′ma bout ta drop it, you could never stop it
Let me quickly chop it
Still a lot of niggas analyze before profits
The rhyme at new gossip
Hold your head and shoulders yo I roll with evil holders
Dealin with the facts, I hold the silence in the folders
Did you know how to knock it from concussion into comas
Test shit, I pull your valve from out your breast kid
Mess with, shit like this after God blessed it

Chorus 2x

The whole world lookin′ at me
Uh, I′m bout to cause chaos steady bustin ya bra′s
Which to witch craft, my chemistry what cha say os
Fuck the bullshit
Livin in the zone of my renaissance
My squad stay formin like the Muslims down in Dames
Split ya fuckin frame like we raisin splittin cigars
I be workin wonders
My squad formin numbers
Christopher Columbus
Discover how you speed out swellin like you cumbus
My name be rollin thunders
My degrees multiply the heat more this summer
My flows got so much rhythm, substitute the drummer
Yo fuck that, focusin about the front runner
Who you think you is
You better stay protected
Walkin out the do

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:49

Busta Rhymes - I Got Your Back

(busta rhymes)
Catching my fever
Rob the passanger, the last griever
You don’t lone my squad?
Fuck ya’ll, we don’t love your ass neither
Way off the meter

(rampage)
Yo bus, me and spliff, we got heaters
Everything’s allright, lets get drink up inside of cheetah’s
Go up in cheetah’s...

(spliff star)
... and see this motherfucker named peter
Tried to stick me for five bricks but his broads the schemer

(rah digga)
Word is bond, I murder any bitch that fuck with my niggas

(rampage)
Blow a hole up in your body, straight dismantle your figure

(busta rhymes)
A’yo where rah digga?

(rah digga)
Scopin out the little blaze chicken
Bitch stay trickin’
Fuckin with my niggas, gonna get her face kicked in

(busta rhymes)
A’yo spliff, what you starting at?
Them bitches over there
Or them bitches over there
Or them bitches right here?

(spliff star)
Nah, that nigga on line
Motherfucker still drunk off’a bacardi and lime

(baby sham)
Spliff, I feel this way
If it’s for my squad, let’s play
Back him ’gainst the door
Patch his body with gauze
Mop up the floors
Splatter nigga’s blood on the walls

(spliff star)
Bust that nigga’s shit
Make the nigga suffer for yours

Busta: and if they run up in your crib again
I got your back
Sham: always keep the heat on me son
I got your back
Ramp: i’ma hold you down until I die
I got your back
Digga: and if you ever need stacks, yo
I got your back
Spliff: if I kill him and get knocked
I got your back
Busta: and if your bail is a hundred g’s
I got your back
Ramp: any nigga try to set you up
I got your back
Spliff: yo let me set this shit off first, what!?
I got your back

(spliff star)
Fuck waiting
Bash his face for a statement
Cock the stainless
Make his whole chest cave in

(busta rhymes)
Ooh, shit is changing
My whole adreneline is racing
Blow this nigga shit like horror flicks
Wes craven

(baby sham)
A’yo bus, spliff, chill
(fuck you talkin’ bout? )
Don’t do that nigga nothing (fuck that!)
Blow that nigga’s family up just for fronting

(spliff star)
Yo where the bitch that was with the nigga?

(rah digga)
Caught her with the left
Choked her by the halter, bitch bloody to death
Then the ho starts crying ’bout her hair and nails
Gettin’ stomped with the shells...

(rampage)
...i heard the bitch-nigga yell
Caught peter, man, by the speaker
Looked me in the eye and didn’t even know
I was his brother’s keeper
Slap the nigga, through him in the sleeper

(spliff star)
Deeper and deeper
Nigga’s vision start to black out, straight grim reaper
Still lookin for that nigga peter

(baby sham)
Chill, let’s bounce
Spliff is high on ’bout a half an ounce
If he’s hiding, we gon’ find him on the eye of a needle

(rah digga)
Yeah that’s the shit I’m talking bout
Let’s go fuck with his peoples
Nigga got a sister?

(busta rhymes)
Yeah, she work up in kids world
I don’t know for sure, but I think the nigga live with is girl

(spliff star)
There the nigga goes, let’s hit him with the 4-5 chrome

(baby sham)
Chill spliff, we gon’ trail this nigga’s bitch ass home
Rush the crib

(rah digga)
Kill the bitch while she ain’t even looking
Still all fucked up from the last ass-whuppin
Chop the bitch up

(baby sham)
Caught up in this foul mix-up
Tore wide open, bitch’ll need a major stitch-up
Dig a ditch up where no blood-hound’ll sniff up

(busta rhymes)
Yo, bury that bitch, don’t leave a scent for dogs to pick up

(rampage)
Oh shit, yo I hear somebody coming
>from the upstairs bathroom where I hear the water running

(spliff star)
Fuck that! there the motherfucker go right there
I want a morgue for him, make that nigga’s crew pall-bear
Yo let me lift him

(rah digga)
Wait, before that, let me go kiss him

(spliff star)
Put five in his head and wrap him in the bedspread
Fled from the scenery without nobody seeing me

(busta rhymes)
My squad sworn to secrecy
If anybody ask about him we ain’t seen him recently
I got your back

Busta: any nigga ever try to front
I got your back
Sham: and if you ever need my burner son
I got your back
Ramp: a’yo I hit you with my last, god
I got your back
Digga: any bitch step outta place
I got your back
Spliff: and if I gotta co-defend you
I got your back
Busta: let me snuff that nigga talking shit
I got your back
Shame: I go against the world for my squad
I got your back

I got your back (4x)

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:49

Busta Rhymes - Violators

[swizz beatz]
Let’s get it started, get it started
Let’s keep it started, keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violater the album
Go, go, go!!

[l boogie]
This is for my mob and my thug niggas
Ruff ryder bug niggas, def jam website violate the club niggas
Screaming what, what niggas, y’all a bunch of but niggas
Always want figures but never play the cut niggas
Talk mad shit but never put up niggas
Is it cause I bust wit stuff that just shut up niggas
Flow like dro, I pull then clip it or mix it wit some moet then sip it
Then turn around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet
Run up on your lawyer for your contract then rip it
Shame on your label, for trying to let you eat at my seat
When they know I call my name at this table
I’m gon always be here, and y’all always gonna fear
The bronx making them recoreds cause we always prepared
Got sons you don’t know about, ones you don’t know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!

[swizz beatz]
It ain’t over, it ain’t over, ain’t over

[sonja blade]
I’m the one wit the chrome and the clothes
Drop flows from the dome , wit the ice got the price of a home and a lobe
Sonja blad-e, just so you know baby (yeah)
Hold eighty roll through you and your old lady
How rich this dough made me, gold az matching the navie
Shit you won’t find at old navy, two hundred zero ad
Still live shit, spit to divide cliques on some wise guy shit
Same chick from the ? , pretty eyes lips, thighs hips everything five and six
Height five six, jeans five six, benz green five and six keep me five or sixed
We know dice hit want cream fold, for two green five six seelo and the ego (yeah)
So how you flipping grams yo (uh uh)
I’m touching keys like pianos to getting dough like tony soprano

[noreaga]
Yo my niggas is on the same level I’m on
You ask me why I’m melvin flynt I’m doing a porn
Ay yo y’all niggas is faker then a three dollar bill
And I don’t shoot to bust yo I shoot to kill
What’s going on yo, the jumpoff and jump off flow
Yo I’m in five o, o, o, yo pass that hoe
After you get done wit it, yo let me hit it
Bitches know how I come, I bring the cock wit it
All of the thug piece you know I gotta rock wit it
I ear plane the hoe like I cockpitted
Yo I love my niggas, don’t love no chicks
I like to light the blunts then order my licks
Foundation motherfucker like the bottom of bricks
I’m from iraq nigga wit domican hits
Peurto rican motherfuckers yo y’all fake they fits
Violator motherfucker

[mysonne]
Yo, yo
I told these niggas from the gitty up
Yall give me sixteen yo I’ll tear this whole city up
And niggas don’t believe then tell em put fifty up
All bets is down, all my thugs do dirt, all our tecs spit rounds
My ? playas disrespected clowns
Bringing guns, weed and coke to connected towns
See I pop niggas like corn, and real killers do killings wit the lights on
I knock em out, cause I don’t like to fight long
Remember me lefty gun up in my right palm
It’s mysonne, see mysonne is the one that knock on your door
You open up, you see a whore wit the glock to your jaw
See mysonne is the one that hit the blocks wit the raw
For his money, mysonne air the block wit the four
Yall cowards don’t want war, y’all can’t stand pain
Cop you some gators, drink champane
Cause when it comes to the street shit, I let the heat lift
Murder scene police lines nigga white sheet shit
Yall roll wit niggas, I’m the one they roll wit
Yall go get niggas, I’m the one they go get
Yall niggas don’t want nothing to do wit me
Cause I spit guns and rhymes like their’s two of me
Motherfucker

[prodigy]
Niggas can’t be serious, we wear guns like clothes
But only show em when it’s time to blow em in bulk
We been through way worse then war, razor fights and more
Left niggas wit leaks, holes and wide jaw
Be the quiet storm, appear how you wanna scale bar
Check out your weight, see if it’s worth to war
We did the street life y’all niggas just got involved
My appetite for guns is similar to carnivores
Dislike me you head on, fight me you dead wrong
Cause now a days you only get wet wit my dead on
Don’t let this song push you, the fourth hit you
Have you keyed up gasping for breath on the floor cripple
Infamous we take it to the extremes my words
Especially when a nigga mistake me for herb
Get buried over words, I’m loose wit the dessy bird
I can show ready or tell, y’all niggas heard

[busta rhymes]
Now gitty up now, it’s lighting horse back saddleing
Rob beaches like we rowing a boat and we paddleing
Down a stream of water, wet any nigga challeging
Blow one all in your knee cap leave you staggering
Scrambling cause theirs a whole lot of shit we be handling
My hands all in the money, fuck it we dibble and dabbling
Got you imageing how this could really all be happeing
My landscape of live niggas stretch from here to maryland
Blaw put one in a nigga who be rambling
And blow a hundred thou if y’all niggas is really gambling
Gritty niggas feel the snap pop leaving it crackling
You know the bouncer keep all of my live niggas wild wit him
Traveling to see niggas from howard through grambling
Ha round up my niggas to form a large gathering
Yo rattling niggas who walk badlimp
Beat you in the same place till the blues start blacking
C-e-o niggas stay genaral managing
Flipmode throwing those heavy bundles we carrying
Yo analyze my many live niggas cramming it
We throw a three pointer, while y’all niggas throwing javelins
Sweating your whole shit, feel your clothes dampeing
Dancing in a line of four wheel drives we lamping
The ? arms length up in the draw paneling
Or unraveling the truth on how niggas remain champions
Ha, ha, ha

[busta rhymes]
Flipmode, violator, we always silence shit
Fuck is wrong wit yall
Cut that shit off now
Cut it off nigga
Cut it off nigga

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:49

Busta Rhymes - Too Much on My Mind

Too much on my mind, just too much on my mind (repeat 4x)

[charlie brown]
My mind, ready to go, it’s time
I gotta gotta know, where I’m going in l-i-f-e
A constant headache for charlie b
But I take an asprin and sleep
For a bit, then I dream about making more hits
Wake up, it’s not funny
The rent is due and I don’t got the money
The landlord says "get out"
Sorry to hear that, no doubt
I work for a jerk that can’t understand
Pride and soul cause I’m a man
Minimum wage in the age of the future
Move too slow, damn, it might shoot ya
Make fools out of me and you
I sit relax and just continue
To (to) think (think) that there is
Just too much on my mind

Too much on my mind, just too much on my mind (repeat 2x)

[dinco d]
Got up this morning (too much)
Still sleepy and yawning (too much)
My stomach is growling (too much)
The bus is crowding (too much)
I told my boss I’m getting paid (too less)
So I quit, and sit with my last check
I go to the mall and can’t get fresh
For 99 dollars and 95 cents
Plus, I don’t want to hear it
There’s too much on my mind and I can hear it
Calling for the d-i-n-c-o
Here comes my girl, wait, I gotta go
Nah, I’m not running, I’ll just say no
And go and tell my homeboy jerell
He can’t spell but he knows, relief
(he can’t spell but he knows relief)

Too much on my mind, just too much on my mind (repeat 4x)

The mind is more delicate, more action than a predicate
You think of things that are never thought of and then settle it

Do this (do that) go here (go there)
It’s too much on my mind

The mind is more delicate, more action than a predicate
You think of things that are never thought of and then settle it

No money (no job) no home (no life)
It’s too much on my mind

Too much on my mind, just too much on my mind (repeat 4x)

[busta rhymes]
Aw baby, what a feeling, what a way to feel when you’re down and beat
You’re all by yourself in a little corner, no one to help you
Yo, it’s like this, you know sometimes you gotta stand up strong for self
Do the little things on your own
Strive hard, strive for perfection
And I’m a tell you one thing
Leaders of the new school, definitely gonna rule things
>from our beginning time, till forever, peace

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:48

Busta Rhymes - Live To Regret

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 fade 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

Chorus:
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

Chorus:
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

Chorus:
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

(repeat to fade with chanting in background)

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:43

Busta Rhymes - Wife In Law

[Jaheim]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah,
Yeah yeah yeah yeah...
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah...
Jah and Busta-Bus (Heh)
Jaheim and Busta baby (Heh)
Jah and Busta baby...

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah.. wife in law, my bitch for the triflin whore
Type of bitch to make a nigga get the right things for
Bitch sexy, and beautiful, and gangsta, and golden
Love to fuck a nigga till the pussy dry and swollen
My lil′ bitch had a figure like a wine glass
Slim bitch stackin like a muhfucker with a fine ass
Word to mother; bitch nasty like me
Love to fuck a nigga in places where people could see
The bitch send a chill like cold freezin a nigga
The way she holdin and bitin and suckin and squeezin a nigga
Down and dirty bitch never dick teasin a nigga
Got her own paper and focused on pleasin a nigga
She ain′t out for gettin a nigga or fuckin my life
She only wanna fuck a nigga while he fuckin his wife
There was nuttin she couldn′t achieve
In the mornin bitch was across the street waitin for wifey to leave
Called me on the cell while the wife was runnin a bath
She can′t wait for me to fuck her, till I cum in her ass
Just a long-time chick I used to fuck from the past
She love to out-fuck a nigga, see how long I could last
It be nice the way she always let me dig in her rib
The bitch fuck a nigga like she wanna move in my crib
Bitch I always knew ya ass was a star
In the daytime, whippin the droptop, givin me head in my car

[Chorus - Jaheim]
When a woman needs love, just like you do
Oh, don′t kid yourself, into thinkin that you don′t
Cuz she will fool around, just like you do
Ohh, don′t kid yourself, into thinkin that she won′t

[Busta Rhymes]
C′mere bitch and place ya pussy right where it belong
And put me in the mood to fuck just like a Jodeci song
I love the little freaky shit you be approachin me on
Dick all in ya mouth, you know what type of shit I be on
The way the pussy lock feel like we about to be stuck
All outside busy, givin me the balcony fuck
Hold on get up off of me quick
Bitch grab the X.O. and suck the Hennessey up off of my dick
So quick, so fast, bitch′ll come out her skirt
Fuck a nigga till it hurt, while the wifey at work
The bitch′ll even call her girl so I can fuck with her friend
And fall asleep to wake up and start fuckin again
Straigh nasty little bitch no horsin around
The bitch even want me to fuck her when she walkin around
Hold up, it′s kinda ill how we be workin the caper
She ain′t only good for pussy, she be givin me paper
Wife-in-law, my bitch be always keepin it raw
Always slidin out before the wifey walk in the door
They way she fuck me on straight for the night
Wifey still ain′t make it home, I wonder if she workin late for tonight
Wifey actin funny style but I ain′t fuckin with that
She ain′t call the crib so I wonder where wifey was at
Hmmm.. shit kinda had me buggin before
But now I laugh because wifey had a husband-in-law

[Chorus 2x]

Heh... Heh...

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:43

Busta Rhymes - Riot

[Busta Rhymes]
Come on, yea, ha, ya, Busta Rhymes baby, yea, ha
It′s Flipmode baby, yea, come on
We bout to cause a riot nigga

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Got a lot of niggaz rollin′ with ya holla
Cause you know we ripped it hotter than them other niggaz
Spot a nigga gettin dollars not another nigga
can do it the way that we cocked and shot another nigga
Think he deserved the way he was boppin with a cherry copper
glitter blood fella send a cop to get ′em
It′s funny the way the iron just to drop you quicker
Why I hit y′all with the fire, think I got a winner
Stackin a crib with a chick that make a proper dinner
Black in the range with tint, and chrome aqua spinnin′
Parked right next to the Benz with a soap opera and the TV
up in the dash co-starrin a opera singer
That be the type of bullshit I be on and stay hot
I stop whippin′ a Bentley to whip a Mercedes Maeboch
And keep runnin′ around the street like my name was Mel Patch nigga
Come through your hood and take your whole block, come on
And while we give it to ya

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
While with me (Come on)
My niggaz stack money to the sky with me (Come on)
My niggaz in the place need to riot with me (Come on)
And set the whole fire with me (Come on)
All of my ladies in the beauty salon look bomb put yo shit on
And wait up in the line for me (Come on)
You come all in the party lookin′ fine for me (Come on)
Holdin ′Gnac spill a little red wine for me

[Bridge: Busta Rhymes 9x]
Let′s cause a riot
Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo (Come on)

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
It′s bout to get a little bit betta, start to get a little cheddar
Pack a big beretta
Check a nigga resume doin′ a alphabet-ah
Go order and brandish the metal hid into ya leather
No matter or whether or not you wearin′ a vest
So you got your hand on the cannon I got a bigger plan for ya
Call up my mans for ya, now watch you vanish
Makin′ you family ask for ya
You think you family pay a couple of grand for ya?
Like you afraid to hold a mac, like you were made to hold a gat
We made a hole and quikly dug out all the sand for ya
The heat′ll be makin′ you put it on the glass shorty
Wiggle somethin′ and get to showin′ a little ass for me (Bling!)
Now lets get on and open smokin′ and blast for thee
Niggas will really want it and fill the capacity
You muthafuckin′ know it has to be
The way we touch it y′all niggas knowin exactly who the master be
And while we give it to ya

[Chorus : Busta Rhymes]
While with me (Come on)
My niggaz stack money to the sky with me (Come on)
My niggaz in the place need to riot with me (Come on)
And set the whole fire with me (Come on)
All of my ladies in the Beuty Saloon look bomb put yo shit on
And wait up in the line for me (Come on)
You come all in the party lookin′ fine for me (Come on)
Holdin′ Yach spill a little red wine for me

[Bridge: Busta Rhymes 9x]
Let′s cause a riot
Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo (Come on)

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:42

Busta Rhymes - Sobb Story

Verse 1: busta rhymes
Remember the days when I was walking and talking
Doing what I gotta do, doing what we wanna do
Off into my walked dawn missions, why?
Cos the brothers that I knew with the rise drove by
Only nice in the days looking down the road
Seeing beatiful girls with the car load
Yeah yeah yeah they are screaming,
Wish I had a little ride on my own,
But since I don’t there is my sobb story
My missions will continue as I keep on stalking
Stamina was dying from the constant walking
Right before the moment I began to car to my man ridle
Who had a some moving on
I tought he wouldn’t know that’s my dying
Where are the others nammy you beat and kept driven
Now in my heart they do a big hole
Cos my little, little, little toes
Started jumping on my end soul
It was frigity burn and then I said wait, I got pride
It’s time to get my own ride
I came up with the scheme and got paid
I had no other choice but go at knowledge of tray
When I got my transport, I got kind of steam g up
Cos I got cherry pet further
Now I’m feeling good cos I’m off my feet,
Man the little squalid dogs running up in the street
And they saying:
My name is sharina, my name is busta
My name is tonia, my name is busta
My name is dianna, my is busta
And what do you take me for the little loco push over
No shame in my game cos that’s how I got this
And when I return the playback everybody gets pist
And now I am the man fielding all the glory
And when you rise down and gone, just remember that

Chorus:
I know you and you know me,
I know you and you know me,
I know you and you know me,
It’s the sobb story, the sobb story

Repeat chorus

Verse 2: charlie brown
Red like green like 1, 2, 3
Here comes the hop along kid charlie b.
I’m constantly moving with my walkman kicking
My bunnions are crying beaving plicking
Please, please, get into the vehicle
I stop at dave’s ave.,
Figure out vehicle-brother, to give me a ride
"sorry, charlie" was a coming reply
I didn’t forget about the girl in the sidekick
The rubber don’t system in the swallow kid
C drive by with the posse, ooh ah, ooh ah, ooh ah
Hey charlie brown, where you go?
Well I have to purchase to get
Smoke from the rubber word up to my neck
Girls wear goochie and their friends way fendy
Wall ally a walker to get fairly
Just a beep beep an ocasional way
The table’s turn, now she got play
Lunchtime marty and deon
Jonhy guills, diego stroy, and dacon
Sitting and waiting for about to biggy these
I stack by the crackerjacks just through delieve
Stress it’s a mess I decided to work
But it’s hard to work when your boss is a jerk
I sweat floors and drive to get mine
My amigos with dinco d, milo and busta rhymes
Wreck top kickbox galooine brown who’s the clown
Remember the

Chorus
Repeat

Now I remember rod when he first got his sobb
Didn’t have a job and his car was a mob more brothers
He never knew from jack and when his car win flact
They wouldn’t inject
And when his car was in the shop they wouldn’t stop buy
They’ve say "hi" on the reply but back came rob
To the same old game
"hee-hee yo, what’s up to y’all, wanna hang? "
"yeah sure" they said on the quick fast
"by the way anybody got money for gass? "
"nah, not me"
"i don’t, don’t ask"
"i got it, come on"
"watch out, we gonna crash!"
Roll away now rob just walking like me
The d to the o and the middle inc
Ans some say mv I say all empty
And now he just walking my sobb story

Chorus
Repeat

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:42

Busta Rhymes - Why We Die

[DMX]
Uhh, that′s some shit..
..that that that niggaz ain′t even seen before
That′s that shit! (Motherfuckers ain′t never seen
nothing like this before, for real man)
It′s goin down baby, uhh..
UHH! Busta Rhymes
WHAT?! Uhh, DMX nigga
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh

I see ghosts clearly; even though, most don′t hear me
They still wanna get near me - fear me, so I′m leary
Kinda eerie what I′m feelin - from the floor, to the ceilin
Straight through the roof, want the truth?
I kinda miss robbin and stealin
cause it kept a nigga hungry, only eatin when I starved
I was ugly, so I robbed, no one loved me, shit was hard
Went to God once in a while when it got a little too hectic
He was the only one I knew that I respected (WHY?)
Didn′t know why, didn′t know what I was livin was a lie
If I ain′t shit then, why should I try
See, plenty niggaz die, over dumb shit, up in the hood
Real good heart, but up to no good
Thought I did what I could, but I guess it, wasn′t enough
The Devil told me it would happen but I kept callin his bluff
When it rains it pours now, my pains are yours
as yours are what′s mine, define, revolvin doors (nigga!)

Chorus: Busta Rhymes

(Why?) All my niggaz tell me (why) tell me (we die)
Cause we crazy with it, quick to blaze you with it
From in my soul to every word that I curse
with all the agony expressed in this verse;
let me ask my niggaz (why?)
My niggaz tell me (why) tell me (we die)
Because we Gods nigga (and) we go the yard nigga
Because I walk the ground under my feet
and keep it live and stay in tune with the street
Now let me ask my niggaz (why?)

[Jay-Z]
They say the good die young, in the hood where I′m from
I only got one question to that - why the fuck am I here?
I look to the air, I ask God, "Love me please,"
but in reality, only people that hug me is thieves
Same niggaz that send shots through my rugby sleeves
They wanna, slug me and leave, I′m thinkin it must be me
Please shed light, the hood′s dark
I did my dirt but got a good heart
Shouldn′t that count for somethin?
I was told I′d amount to nothin, most of my childhood
Like (??) it was stuntin my growth
Seperated me from the shit I was wantin the most
Felt myself comin close to pumpin them O′s
Lump in my throat, chest poked out, face was poker
Tryin to, erase my ghostes, chase the smokers
Got demons on both shoulders,
tryin to chauffeur my life through the streets
In other words nigga my will was weak
Please feel what I speak,
this ain′t your average ordinary jargon
weak rap niggaz be talkin
This shit is deep, from the mind of Busta, ′X and me
To all my fallen soldiers, rest in peace, til we meet niggaz

Chorus w/ minor variations

[Busta Rhymes]
I must be cuckoo, like I respect the new-you, never
See you too could get it through your FUBU sweater
like a nigga when he walk in the dark, trespassin
on a nigga land, shots echo loud in the park
I live and die for all the shit I believe
And rep for everything I stand for
with every single breath I breathe
Like the intake from cigarette smoke, it′s like you inhale
the demon in the gutter stressed struggled and broke
If the shit was all over tomorrow, I′d leave a treasure
for my kids with a legacy for my CHILDREN to follow
You know it′s funny how the good die first
Get the peppin in your steppin faggot nigga
cause you could die worse
Hold on, you know I cut off my arm, in the name of reppin
REAL NIGGAZ in the midst of droppin this bomb
Allah blessin me to rep for the better, and carry on
somethin great and keep a nigga name livin forever!

Chorus w/minor variations

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:42

Busta Rhymes - Shut Em Down

feat. Pete Rock

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah.. back by popular demand, it′s about to get Godly
Yeah.. hold it now! AO WWW!
C′mon, c′mon (c′mon).. yeah
Huh.. c′mon, c′mon (c′mon).. yeah
Huh!

Bear witness on the way we stay cuttin ′em down
In two-thousand-two, shuttin ′em down
Have you sippin on it ′til you start suckin it down
I hope you know that we ain′t FUCKIN around
Niggaz you betta BELIEVE when you see me the shit be double trouble
I overLOAD and take this SHIT to another level
I shut it down, sho′ nuff, pack ya bags
Let me work, make it hurt, cause I′m next wreck
Lay flat nigga hit the deck, or face big DISrespect
In addition the SHIT we wreck
Firework flow, spit and make a BIG effect
Bang it in the truck until ya whole SHIT eject, c′mon
Stop nigga, close ya shop
SCUD missile launched fire burn quick, every SHIT we drop
From the GROUND with another sound yes we put it down
and always BOOM and pound, so we shut ′em down

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes (Pete Rock)]
I shut ′em down (shut ′em down, shut shut shut ′em down)
I shut ′em down (sh-sh, sh-sh, shut shut ′em down)
I shut ′em down (shut ′em down, shut shut shut ′em down)
I shut ′em down (shut ′em, sh-shut, shut shut ′em down)
I shut ′em down (shut ′em down, shut-sh-shut ′em down)
I shut ′em down (sh-sh, sh-sh, shut shut ′em down)
I shut ′em down (shut ′em down, shut shut shut ′em down)
I shut ′em down (shut ′em down, shut shut ′em down)

[Busta Rhymes]
Hah!
One two three four five six seven eight nine
Comin THROUGH, betta tuck in ya shine
Once ya lookin for the HEAT, if ya seek it will find
I had these devils wat

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:41

Busta Rhymes - A Trip Out of Town

[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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:41

Busta Rhymes - The Coming intro

It was a dark night, pitch black, May 20, 19... Approximately 11:30 p.m., a
black child was born. Upon his arrival and rapid growth, being exposed to
the many casualties of the streets, he has now realized what must be
done.... He must bring the ruckus to all you motha fucka′s...He must bring
the ruckus to All you motha fucka′s..He must bring the ruckus to ALL you
motha fucka′s! (Rampage the Last Boy Scout) And now for the moment all you
motha fucka′s been waitin for...all my flipmode niggas rise and awake for
the most powerful event to occur..THE COMING!! Once again you now rockin
wit the best. Flipmode is tha squad for tha year of 1996. UH! Rampage the
Last Boy Scout is who I be, here to take you on another ride of the
Flipmode explosion. Street to street, land to land, coverin all burial
grounds in your area. I′m here to bring on my physical, the 8th wonder of
the world, straight from the dungeon shot, the infamous, the infamous,
Busta Rhymes! Boy Scout′s who I be, Flipmode is still the squad... (Busta
Rhymes) Yo, hey yo, yo, this joint right here, is dedicated to all the
motha fucka′s who fell off and the motha fucka′s whose about ta fall off,
yo, keep fallin, keep fallin, hey, keep fallin, yo, keep fallin, keep
fallin, this is specifically for the motha fucka′s who came out here
claimin to represent hip- hop but really didn′t do shit to preserve the
value of the fuckin artform, the way of life. Hip-hop is a way to live man,
it ain′t no institutionalized religion or somethin. It′s a way to live,
it′s a culture, dog, you know what I mean? You know, so if you ain′t really
got nuthin beneficial to offer this hip-hop shit, preserve the value of the
artform, the music, the way of living, don′t even fuck wit it! We don′t
need deadweight motha fucka′s. This is where we at as it stands right now
in the current day of 1996. There′s only 4 years left. This is dedicated to
all tha niggas who keep fallin, keep fallin, so keep fallin,
AAAAAAHHHHHH!!! Ha, so keep fallin..........thanks a lot

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:40

Busta Rhymes - Do It to Death

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)

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:40

Busta Rhymes - So Hardcore

Zigga(7x)
Ha ha ha, yo
Ya′ll(25x)

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 ......

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:40

Busta Rhymes - We Could Take

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:39

Busta Rhymes - Make Noise

Hoo, hah, hoo, hah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Rock star shit niggas
From the street, to the stadium
From the street, to the stadium
From the street, to the stadium niggas
Now c′mon!

[Verse 1]
Bouncing, everytime I be hittin y′all niggas with shit
That be makin y′all niggas really wanna black up in the fucking spot
We keepin hot for my niggas fresh up off the block
Now all my people bust a shot BLOW, BLOW, BLOW!
Bus a Bus is back all in your face and I′m back to replace
And lace y′all niggas with shit that′ll totally erase
These other corny niggas up outta your head
As far as I′m concerned none of them niggas can fuck with the dreds
WHAT, WHAT, WHAT!
Yeah, yeah, I be keepin it movin, and be keepin it groovin
Rep for my niggas by showin and provin
That we the illest when it comes to this here
Now go get the drinks, go get the blunts, and get the fire
What you say? YEAH, YEAH, YEAH!
What the fuck is bounce up in your truck when you start to conduct
Yourself in a way that be makin you wanna fuck
Wild out in the spot, and get to actin like savages
Tell the one who manages the spot, I got the damages
HO, HO!

CHORUS 2X:
I know y′all niggas want it (I know y′all bitches want it)
WHAT
I know y′all really need it
HO
The shit to keep you bouncin
WHAT
To keep the party heated
Make Noise, Make Noise, Make Noise, Make Noise, c′mon!

[Verse 2]
Busta Rhymes givin it to y′all niggas so check me out
While I pick up my crew and pick up Rah Digga
I′m talkin ′bout how we be puttin it down wit my Flipmode familia
That′s a fact we comin through, so step back
MOVE, MOVE, MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!
Get the fuck up off of me and please release me from my shackle
Watch me and my crew and how we tacklin corner the market
Y′all niggas know exactly how we about to spark it
Makin all of you the target, BLAU, BLAU, BLAU!!
See how we be keepin it comin regardless whatever the reason
It never matters whatever the season
Now peep how we wildin′, and breezin on through
When you know that we will keep it together whatever, get the cheddar
YEAH, YEAH, YEAH!!
Yeah now, lemme continue to talk to my people and continue
To blow the roof off the building and right before we get to
Wreckin the spot everybody climb up on something and tear the lights
Up off of the ceiling, BO, BO, BO, BO!!

CHORUS 2X

Hoo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ha, Busta Rhymes, Lenny Kravitz, Make Noise now, c′mon!
From the streets, to the stadium, Busta Rhymes, Lenny Kravitz
Here we go now, Make Noise now, everybody now, c′mon!
Ha!

[Verse 3]
How′s about to keep it kinda raw and just give it to motherfuckers
And how we smash it and cash it we rip it from motherfuckers
You know we got it, you niggas know we rockin
And get all up in your pocket, YO, YO, YO!!
Yeah, yeah me and brother named Lenny Kravitz
We tearin it down and blowin the spot in the Jacob Javitz
However you wanna do it grab the gas and the matches and start the fire
Take it up a little higher! YEAH, YEAH, YEAH!!

CHORUS 2X

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:39

Busta Rhymes - Run The Show

(shaka dee)
ha ha
shaka dee man
GMB, first lady, Kat
you dun′ know
Red One, let′s go

(kat)
got you half flippin like fire
come with me let me take you higher
i′m the object of all your desire
and your attention is all i require
don′t stop now
cause you on a roll
make me go anywhere that you go
i′m that dream in your head when you′re sleepin′
i′m that secret inside that you′re keepin′ woah-woah

(hook)
you want this don′t front que que que pasa
speak up cual es la cosa
ven aqui let′s get closer and closer

(chorus)
i say no-oh-oh
if you wanna take it slow-oh-oh
catch up well now let′s go-oh-oh
together we run the show-oh-oh

i say no-oh-oh
if you wanna take it slow-oh-oh
don′t stop well now let′s go-oh-oh
together we run the show-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

bite your lips cause you know that you feel it
when i shake it you know you′re addicted
i see you′re lovin this dominicana
you like the way that I dance the bachata

don′t stop now, cause i′m on a roll
give you that gutta you feel in your soul
my heart beats like a drum can you hear it

(hook)
I know you want this don′t front que que que pasa
speak up cual es la cosa
ven aqui let′s get closer and closer

(chorus repeats 2x)

(shaka dee)
yeah
shaka dee
black kat
red one
let′s go

me takin it slow, me takin it fast
me like a train baby girl when me take in the pants
me and you what i think that′s what the aftermath
and after that me and you could just slip the cash
the pon and kat just smashin the party
after that, yo kat, let′s mash up the lobby
cause this is a dance and this is a hobby
it′s fire in here and GMB got me
WOAH

(bridge)
(kat) are you ready-ready-ready-ready-ready-ready
(shaka dee)I′m ready my girl
(kat) are you ready-ready-ready-ready-ready-ready
(shaka dee) sure I′m ready my girl
(kat) are you ready-ready-ready-ready-ready-ready
(shaka dee) I′m ready my girl
(kat) one-hundred-percent-uh

(kat:) are you ready-ready-ready-ready-ready-ready
(shaka dee) I′m ready my girl
(kat) are you ready-ready-ready-ready-ready-ready
(shaka dee: sure I′m ready my girl
(kat) are you ready-ready-ready-ready-ready-ready
(shaka dee) I′m ready my girl

(chorus repeats 2x)

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:38

Busta Rhymes - Street Shit

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah.. this one appears to be very forceful..
Very forceful.. yeah, here we go now
Niggaz, bitches, where you at talk

Thug niggaz let me see y′all, yeah
Hah, before we slap niggaz silly with somethin
and put you out your misery and your sufferin
Uh-oh! Yeah, and just for frontin,
you got me bustin two nines
with one hand tied together or somethin
Ain′t no mistakin we takin your trap
In case you niggaz didn′t know,
you fuckin with the GLADIATORS of rap
On some John Reno shit in Professional,
how we accurate and precise when we bust
and every move is intentional
Violate and I will get at yo′ ass
And if I can′t catch you track star
we′ll start throwin SHIT at yo′ ass
Wait a minute nigga, hold up second,
see youse a bitch and while we bust yo′ ass
yo′ faggot peoples ain′t even checkin
Yo y′all need to send the coroner, shit
Leave you lookin out a place
like youse a tourist on some foreigner shit
I be that nigga and I love to experiment
with specific high-explosives
just to take y′all niggaz out of this element, NOW!!

Chorus: Busta Rhymes

Cause we got new shit for y′all
(All my niggaz in the spots,
y′all know we tear the shit down and how we hold it nigga)
And we come to take shit over y′all
(Yes we here to regulate
and put our foot down, the shop is closin nigga)
Always rep the street for all y′all
(Constantly hittin y′all off with street shit
and keep y′all niggaz open yeah
All my niggaz, all my bitches) Whatcha′all gon′ do now,
everytime we come with that street shit

[Busta Rhymes]
Hah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, we move like stonefaced cold-hearted niggaz
Baldfaced straight retarded niggaz
Aiyyo the shit we do be so off the hook,
fuck around and get yo′ leg broke
and beat all in yo′ face with ya foot
We here to stay, FUCK payin a visit
I only fuck with certain LIVE niggaz
like my niggaz Tash and Xzibit
Ever since I vowed to keep the shit raw
I stay hittin niggaz with shit
that′ll leave they fuckin face on the floor
Everytime niggaz know when we black
Smack a nigga so fuckin hard
he′ll fall and probably spin on his back
Funny how niggaz′ll always shit talk
The very next day they will notice the difference
in the way they bitch walk
My street niggaz need to come for the ride
Cause when we step up in the place
you funny niggaz need to slide to the side
I love to watch these funny niggaz diminish
and while we slowly murder them niggaz
they prayin on the MOMENT we finish
I take you back to the very beginnin
and beat you in yo′ head from birth
and watch you grow lovin the SHIT we be bringin
Street niggaz keep they mind on they dream
Focus the most on gettin they paper
and be thoroughly reppin they team
You know we quick to mash it down for some hours
Quick to leave some of these niggaz shook
runnin with the rest of them cowards
And leave the rest of niggaz ready to dumb
and rep the street until we all die
could give a fuck wherever you from, NOW!!

Chorus w/ minor variations

[Busta Rhymes]
For all my motherfuckers
that live in the urban city areas
Only the urban city areas
The ghettoes
The neighborhoods where they got, delis, liquor stores
and churches right across the streets from alla that
Yeah..
Motherfuckers sellin weed, crack, and all of that shit
on the corner - it ain′t the right thing to do
But niggaz is put in the motherfuckin, living conditions
that have to do that shit
The street motherfuckers
All y′all survival of the fittest motherfuckers, SURVIVE
This is dedicated to y′all
Street shit

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:38

Busta Rhymes - One

What 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
Fulfill 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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:38

Busta Rhymes - Get High Tonight

Verse 1:

Before I set it off and show what I′m gonna do to ya
Possess the bomb chocolate from off Lynden and Utica
My real live niggas in the place and no queen
Wave your splif high son
Fuck the bullshit
When your arms are open
My palms release the bomb
Reviving the alarm
My word is bond
Scream at niggas through the intercom
Up to date, let′s roller skate
Yo my whole squad smoking aint straight unless we smoking at eight
High rate, I always produce the potion
Weed smoking got me moving slow motion like we floatin on relax ocean
All my peeps who feel high
Dont want you darkin shades, there′s to much smoke up in your eye
Keep it swingin listen to all of my bells ringin
My get high has niggas wantin to start singin
And this goes out to those that smoke out the bong
And all my bitches in the place who roll they own draws

Chorus: repeat 2X

Buy a nickel bag
Smoke a little lye
Get high tonight
Get high tonight

Verse 2:

Yo, bounce back you just caught the contact african black overreact
Charge
I′m bout to bench the whole wack must interact on every track
Blow this spot down niggas break fool and smoke across the world almanac
My sons that don′t smoke and get high
drinkin Cognac, Hennesey, Cristal but wait
What′s goin on with dat?
With the deal done sometimes I sip Jamaican white rum
Taste with a little milk, I know y′all niggas want some
Represent where you from needing some tic tacs and gum
So a nigga breath don′t blahhh!!!
Get high, then i get fly
When i be shopping at the atrium
Smoking in the center of Yankee stadium
Stand strong, yes we rock on and on
The Flipmode stamps all of my songs
They get a place them niggas must perfrom
Smoke till your brain fry
So high you can′t open your eye
My niggas need to just

Chorus 5X

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:37

Busta Rhymes - Theres Only One

ft. Mary J. Blige

[Busta Rhymes]
Roll wit a nigga, put on some roller skates [laughs]
yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Come on!
Hot shit! More more more more more more!
We gon continue to give it to you muhfuckas like this
Put ya fuckin roller skates on!
Yeah, hennessy niggas
Yeah, more weed niggas
I know it feel good come on, talk to ya beat (Huh)

Thug niggas, yo we here to straight recruit y′all
New millini niggas yo we here to straight salute y′all
(Shoot y′all) Wack niggas we here to mute y′all
And drop shit to make all you niggas just get the boot y′all, baby
Wiggle ya shit one time (come on)
Fuck you and your whole entire click combined (come on)
...Whatever the cost now, floss now
Show you niggas who be the boss now
All across the board wild they be bouncin my obstacle course now
Sparkle with a gloss pushin a force now
Now I get my wine and dine on, slide on
A dick of a nigga who bust in you to get his shine on
See some real live chicks sippin them mistics
They buggin on how they let a nigga up in ′em this quick
Don′t get it twisted or we′ll bring the most reliable (what!)
We bringin that shit that be so undeniable

[Chorus: Mary]
Y′all wanna know who we with
Busta Rhymes and there′s only one
You know my man is always rockin shit
We keep it street cause that′s where we′re from
You comin out to do your thing
Underground heat to the club we bring
And you know that we got this
And you know that we got this

[Busta]
(Hugh) Brand new, all the way down the line
From the new bounce the new money down to the newest shine
Wit the new blue nine though I had to bust it a few times
Watch these funny nigga

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:37

Busta Rhymes - Against All Odds

[baby sham]
Aiyyo, 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 float so much I get seasick
Flipmode is the squad who I beez 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 sirens
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
Fat man’s 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 in 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 crash my plane in your building
In the name of the law

Chorus

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:37

Busta Rhymes - Salute Da Gods

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
The Anarchy, Busta Rhymes shit c′mon!

Chorus: Busta Rhymes

Ready for Busta Rhymes
He′s the one we′ve all, been waiting for, forever
(I feel so fuckin good, my people!!)
Ready for Flipmode Squad
(So powerful!! So good today!!)
They′re the ones we′ve all, been waiting for, forever
(Yeah!! Yeah, new "Rulership"!!)
Ready for Busta Rhymes
(It feels so fuckin good in my soul, come on!!)
He′s the one we′ve all, been waiting for, forever
(I wanna see y′all; all my people if you feel good!!)
Ready for Flipmode Squad
(Just talk to me, c′mon, c′mon!!)
They′re the ones we′ve all, been waiting for, forever
(Now!! Now, let me see y′all, so powerful!!)
Ready..

[Busta Rhymes]
All praise due, we comin through real hard
Niggaz raisin they right hand, salutin da God
Yo, like a burnin sensation of Henny on the first sip
Hot shit my nigga; let me spit a verse quick
Work shit inward, until my niggaz hurt shit
and plot elaborate schemes for monies niggaz worship
Beautiful like the pleasure of when I burst my first clip
at a nigga who sold me a brick that wasn′t WORTH shit
Yo, we BOMB shit, fire alarm shit
with my bitches who take packages under they armpit
Now, we remain the +Imperial+ live niggaz
who consistantly blackout and rep for them wild niggaz
Yo, you incompatible, snatch yo′ collateral
Gun blunt you, and rep for every thug capital
Diagonal vision, niggaz seein shit on slant
Plant beatings on niggaz and celebrate a war chant
Diabolic how we manifest raw logic
Chronological time, we bring niggaz the raw project
Hold fort and represent as the grand wizard
Street chronicle illustrate the bakin of a bad blizzard
I got a spot for ya,
with live niggaz who murder sloppier
than ALL of the Trenchcoat Mafia yo
Cause when you hear the sweet music playin
It′s like theme music for murder scenes
like the Colorado slayin - cause I don′t give a fuck
Speedin like we racin on the Aqueduct
Black tinted-out, government truck
Curbside on niggaz, leanin just a little bit
Trunk ?? with smoke, my bitch′ll take a little hit
Fake niggaz could be the BEST actors
My bullets whiz so fast you feel the WINDSHIELD factors
In the wrong place you get your WIG peeled backwards
Get an ounce of the ′dro and STEAM a pack of Blackwoods

Chorus: Busta Rhymes

Ready for Busta Rhymes
He′s the one we′ve all, been waiting for, forever
(Yeah, yeah, just feel what I feel niggaz!!)
Ready for Flipmode Squad
(Yeah, just reach up and just touch the sky niggaz!!)
They′re the ones we′ve all, been waiting for, forever
(Now, hah, yeah, I try so hard,
to just share that shit that I′m feelin!!)
Ready for Busta Rhymes
(All my niggaz just talk to me!!)
He′s the one we′ve all, been waiting for, forever
(So powerful!! Flipmode Squad now!!)
Ready for Flipmode Squad
(Yeah, new "Rulership,"
all my niggaz just walk in line!!)
They′re the ones we′ve all, been waiting for, forever
(Walk in line with me!! Talk to me now!!)

[Busta Rhymes]
Welcome..
We are now in the current state of the Anarchy
We fight, to survive niggaz
We fight, to rule our own government
We livin in a current state, of no fuckin government
Niggaz don′t even know how to follow they own spirit
Lost niggaz..
Unsure niggaz, insecure niggaz
Fuck that! Salute, all our motherfuckers!!
All my niggaz ready to hold it down on the front line!!
We survived it niggaz, two-thousand
Time for the new bloodline to run shit
Enjoy the album

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:36

Busta Rhymes - Rhymes Galore

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 bared foot all day like kunta kinte
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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:36

Busta Rhymes - What It Is

Yeah
Flipmode
Neptunes nigga
What you want nigga, yeah
What you want bitches
Keep it goin, c’mon
Keep it goin, c’mon
Keep it goin, c’mon
C’mon, c’mon

[verse 1]
Who be the father to this
Bounce right here niggas be followin this
Modelin bitches be frontin and be swallowin this
Carry on and yellin, screamin, be hollerin this
Flipmode co-signed to be the sponsor for this
What? to conquer this you need to march on for this
What? ha, bitches just shake it and wiggle
And start to bake and just giggle
And then get naked a little and shit
Sweat drippin off they face and they nipple and shit
Niggas wildin til they be all tired and crippled and shit
Yeah you buggin on how we be doin it to ya
Til you hate our niggas and shit just like bullets was travelin through ya
Now, from right to left with a capital f
We gon’ keep this shit hot to death and we stoppin your breath
Drinkin and buggin and fuckin with them hoes again
But it’s nothing cuz y’all niggas know we ’bout to blow again

Hook: kelis and busta
Busta, what it is right now
Yeah
Busta, what it is right now
Eh-heh, eh-heh
Busta, what it is right now
Yeah, eh-heh, eh-heh
Busta, what it is right now
What you want? eh-heh, eh-heh
Busta, what it is right now
Yeah, eh-heh, eh-heh, eh-heh
Busta, what it is right now
Yeah, what-chu...
Busta, what it is right now
What you want now
Busta, what it is right now
Flipmode, c’mon, c’mon

[verse 2]
Let me show you what it is right now
Let me... step up and handle my biz right now
Niggas don’t even know what it is right now
Got ’em mad as if I was bonin they wiz right now
So let me dig right now all in your ass way she bouncin got my...
Bubbly startin to fizz right now
Ayo, fuck it shit is feeling kinda big right now
Got ’em ready to split a couple of wigs doin tricks wit her ass
Shoulda seen what shorty did right now
Got me stuck on just takin her back to my crib right now
C’mon, the way shorty throwin that ass all over the place
Why shorty dizzy tryin to throw it all up in my face
Oooh... so what you got right now
Cuz we comin to blow the whole entire spot right now
Nigga we hot right now, all you other niggas move your shit over
Because we comin take your slot right now

Hook

[kelis]
This be the beat to rock for the street
More hot shit we givin you more heat
Feelin that bounce bangin the concrete
Bangin in the club and bangin it in your jeep
Flipmode squad 2001
Wave your hands and rep where you from
We keepin it street cuz that’s how we live
It’s what it is baby, it’s what it is baby

[verse 3]
C’mon
See what it is is that we smokin got you open my nigga
Reppin til the very last word is spoken my nigga
Think we jokin we be makin niggas soakin they clothes
While niggas is runnin and wildin busy scopin these hoes
Bitches is runnin and wildin scopin niggas wit dough
While we keepin niggas open like we smokin the ’dro
Heh, see what it is is that we create a ruckus
Cuz that’s what we love to do muh’fuckas, c’mon

Hook

Flipmode nigga, c’mon
Violator muh’fucka, c’mon
We got kelis muh’fucka, c’mon
Neptunes muh’fucka, c’mon, yeah
Bus-a-bus muh’fucka, c’mon , yeah
Everybody in the spot, c’mon, yeah
What it is right now, c’mon
Bus’ll tell ya what it is right now, c’mon
Bus’ll tell ya what it is right now, c’mon
2001 hot shit, c’mon
Hot shit, hot shit, hot shit, c’mon

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:35

Busta Rhymes - 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.

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:35

Busta Rhymes - Betta Stay Up In Your House

[Busta Rhymes]
Yea, I know it′s kinda cold outside
Bring your nasty ass inside
("Eddie you should know better.." - [C. Mayfield])
Play yourself a dark corner motherfucker, yea
("Brother, you know you′re wrong.." - [C. Mayfield])

Come on, can′t stop, won′t stop, rockin′ for you niggas
′Cause I rep the street and Johnnie Cochran for you niggas
And I, got a state gun cockin′ for you niggas
(twenty-one) legal (gun) shots

[Rah Digga]
Poppin′ for you niggas
And I, blow tones, more force than cyclones
Shit is on everytime I catch a Ron Jones
Thug bitch, rock boots and hoops with rhinestones
(Got the) key (to the) city and (run the crime zone)

[Busta Rhymes]
Now come on, take something, shake something, break something
Stop, close your shop, you niggas ain′t sayin′ nothin′
Niggas be frontin′ and knowin′ they ain′t really weighin′ nothin′
Betta (stop) ′fore we (pop) and really (get to sprayin′ something)

[Busta] Flood it up
[Digga] Whip it up
[Busta] Smoke it up
[Digga] Blooded up,
Niggas straight tryin′ to brake, I tell ′em shut it up,
I spit the ill for real, ain′t nothin′ buttered up,
(Flipmode) doin′ it (everybody) love it up

[Chorus]
East coast, what up? West coast, what up?
Midwest, what up? Dirty South, what up?
All my chickenheads, put it in your mouth,
It′s Flipmode, better stay up in your house
All my thugs, what up? Thug bitches, what up?
Street niggas, what up? Stack riches, no doubt
We got the block locked take another route,
It′s Flipmode, better stay up in your house
My niggas HOOK

[Rah Digga]
Dirtiest, wordiest, Jersey it′s wetter than a mile
I stalk like pedophiles, no body get′s saved when I bless the child
Gettin′ (eight) like (snapper) you too fessed to vow

[Busta] Hold up
[Digga] Run on
[Busta] Get up
[Digga] Come on

[Busta Rhymes]
Ahhooo!
And put every single nigga where I′m from on
(Bitches) all in the (spot) go head (and get your) fun on
(Niggas keepin′ it) movin′ (go head) and get your (thug on)

[Rah Digga]
(What on) earth possesed y′all to try a lil′ (drunk) lil′ (high)
Big heads in the sky make (niggas) straight (cry)
Without Mo′ and Dry, take it down (homeboy) got bigger fish to fry
Fuck that (Other nigga) Rush that (sucker nigga)

[Busta Rhymes]
Niggas love the way we sound up on another Digga
(Hot D) but I got another younger brother bigger
(Digga) pass me the Henny so I can take another swigger

[Chorus]

[Rah Digga]
Switch it up like Ak-Nel
Why you hit a dry spell,
Cats like you get no reply on the Skytel
(Hate y′all) Raps like Eminem hate Britney
(Bonafide) MC (Who) fuckin′ with me?

[Busta Rhymes]
Top niggas better give props nigga
(′Fore you get dropped) fuck around and get your shit popped nigga,
Flip-flop niggas, you could (really get your shit mopped)
Or left to lay up in a pit stop nigga

[Digga] Spillin′ it
[Busta] Feelin′ it
[Digga] Killin′ it
[Busta] Come on!

[Rah Digga]
The hardest MC don′t want flex no more
(Make it hot) everytime I rock, rest assured
Shit′ll have that (who could rock) the raw best award, nigga

[Busta] Look it up
[Digga] Cook it up
[Busta] Shook it up
[Digga] Book it up

[Busta Rhymes]
When we (rock) you shouldn′t watch (promoters) nook it up
(Raise the level a little) you know (my niggas) took it up
(In and outta big) figgas while me and (Digga) cook it up

[Chorus]

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:34

Busta Rhymes - Ill Vibe

Verse One: Busta Rhymes

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)

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:34

Busta Rhymes - The Struggle Will Be Lost

[Chorus]
Now this is the tale of a murderer who comes from the caucus cliffs
[Busta in background] happy Thanksgiving
he robbed and stole and killed for greed and packed us on slave ships
[Busta in background] happy Thanksgiving
he took us off to stolen lands it seemed like hell for sure
[Busta in background] happy Thanksgiving
with the crack and the guns, death and disease they called for you and your
[Busta in background] happy Thanksgiving
No whips no brew no weed to smoke not a single luxury
If not for the bloodshed that it cost the struggle would be lost
[Busta] say it again
the struggle would be lost
[Busta] say it again
the struggle would be lost
[Busta] say it again
the struggle would be lost
[Busta] say it again
the struggle would be lost
[Busta] say it again
the struggle would be lost

[Verse 1]
The struggle will be lost
If you continue to do the shit you be doin′ with disloyalty nigga
Now that explains why in each ward you avoiding me nigga
Knowing now it takes nothing to be destroying a nigga
Conditioned with a mind to shit on your brother
Flossing with jewelry and whips just like a dick and still live with your mother
Copping shit that superceded your salary
Where is your loyalty to your own blood and taking care of your family
Funny how you sit and drink what you drink
Thinking the foulest shit and not even knowing why you think how you think
Must be the reason why we aren′t aware
Because the devil know how guilty and filthy he is in all his affairs
Fucking with my mind when I was a youngster
Cause he know if we knew the truth we′d make his ass run from amongst us
That′s why we thinking that it′s better to ball
while the devil be sitting and watching plotting how to murder us all
now this

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Hey yo
That′s why I′m hustling harder
Now I′m in a huddle seeing the struggle in my mother and father
That′s why my persona will come with such a karma to be getting this paper
Cause I ain′t with the slavery labor
A lot of niggas in the hood probly relate to me greater
than those that believe when they die they going to meet the creator that′s crazy
how we become slaves
to mental death and power that comes with becoming even more of a dumber ass
the devil robbing you blind
concealing the truth from niggas while we be struggling they murder the mind
the wickedness sneak on you quicker when they creep from behind
continue to speak the truth ?til it weaken your spine
now check it
the jewel I give you be the beat the beat for the time
you can′t see it like you living on a street for the blind
young whitty hustler niggas that stick with the grind
fly cuisine food poisoned cause you eatin′ the swine
I stay struggling and doin′ for delf
Then I dig in my body deeper and do a little knowledge of self
They wonder why they catch a nigga on the weed sell
Better be careful what you saying on them e-mails
Now listen
They got your mind in a prison
You can do whatever you want but focus if you desire to listen
As I say it I hope you feelin′ the wrath
Create a hammer to make a man that a beat you in the head with the math
Now this

[Chorus]

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:34

Busta Rhymes - Bad Dreams

[Busta Rhymes]
Yo me and my niggas and my clique be getting mad cream
Balling the club, now I′m drunk having a bad dream
This mothafucker tried to greet me with wealth
I never knew that I would see that day that I would meet the devil himself
This nigga was eagerly waiting to prove it
Astonishingly, already dancing to his own burial music
Well anyway, he plottin′ to do it to me
In a certain kind of way, and started off directly popping shit to me
While he spoke a couple of fires would spark
While he sat in the shadow talking his shit we watch the sky getting dark (he said)

[Devil]
(?) Where it hurts
I′ll leave you in a (?) straight up leaking in the back of a church
Let a ghosting crib and haunt you like a ghost in your home
Leaving you old and crippet like them ruins in Rome
Watch your body shrivel up and turn your asses to smoke
Fuck your flesh don′t get yo blood sucked, the blood of ya foes
I be that nigga that′ll torture your spouse
And leave a thousand body bags like truth.com in front of your house

[Busta]
Got me bugging on a whole notha level
Tell me how the fuck a nigga really end up having beef with the devil
Shit bomb the whole effect the nigga had on my dreaming
Body reacting mentally, going to war with the demon
Seem (?) like the typical storm
So embellished in the dream a nigga felt it in the physical form
The dream got my nose runny and shit
Eyes watery, shorty watching my body twitch funny and shit
Giving shorty sleeping with me the creeps
She bugging off how a nigga just sweating and breathing so hard in his sleep
Determined to conquer this nigga so let it begin
Absolutely focused on killing the demon within
So now we fight in the name of my brethren
And every blow connect during the fight you can hear the thunder roll into heaven,
Ain′t hell a deep breath of fresh air
The devil′s presence blows a cold draft leaving a scent of death in the air
While my mind was reassembling now
Simultaneous wifey watching a nigga body trembling now
Couldn′t conquer me so now the devil wanted me dead
Stabbing a nigga with the same bone he ripped from his head
Yo its funny how the devils′ll test us
But if fully select, niggas bless with something some′ll raggle with impressions
Til I′m dead I′m always battling through
You can′t believe you cut my main vein that all my blood be traveling through
Somebody gotta die, settle the score
Because it′s me or this nigga, I′m fighting to the death, I′m ready for WAR
(devil laughing fades)

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:33

Busta Rhymes - Hop

[group speaking in a a different language]

[Intro: Busta Rhymes: (talking)]
See we, we about to take it where
Where it all started
We gonna take em′ back
Busta Rhymes now, Flipmode now
My nigga Fingaz now
Check it, yo

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Uh huh, Busta Bus is back in this bitch, holding the spot
Puttin all the pep all in your step now we controllin the rock (Yeah My Nigga)
See how we comin be loadin the docks
Floatin and simply stockin the goods that we makin you flop (Ay yo)
See now we thicker and we be makin you sicker
Stuck like a bumper sticker from how we be dropping it quicker
For all these niggas that be riding and whippin in their truck (Crash)
And buyin another one and do not be givin a fuck (What!)
Flipmode (Yes) cause we knowin we comin to get it
Gather around all my niggas who that be already to set it (Set it)
Fuckin and just break them off, let the women just shake it off
Got them bouncin to take it off for me, Check it!
Cause i′ve been double dutchin and dosey-do′ in on music way before
A lot of these new niggas could figure then pattend all on my flow
Peep on how we coming to rip it and know we gonna wet ya
And rep for my niggas cause I′m coming to get ya
I said...

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Guess who′s comin?
With brand new fire to satisfy all the people in the street when it drops
(Let′s Go)
Now!
Let me see all the people with me let me see your hand high
let me know you up in the spot (Ay yo I′m sayin)
Everytime we givin you music we give you the kind of music
that makes you bang it loud on your block (C′mon C′mon)
This is to know when I′m comin I′m comin to make you wyle out in the
place that makes you get up and wanna HOP! (Let′s do it)
Go head and HOP!, Go head and HOP!, Go head and HOP!
We past makin them bounce, Go head and HOP!
(C′mon just do it) Go head and HOP baby!

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
Now you know it we comin to kill you niggas for shizzle
Makin these bitches wanna shake it and we just makin them wiggle
Capitalizing off on the music that be we be keepin coming
Have you niggas really spazing and blackend out in their stomach (Hey bebe)
There′s no mistakin you know we makin you bounce
Takin the unforsaken approach the way we be takin out
Scrapin these niggas and breakin their pockets to chase them out
Suddenly call your bitches to see just how they just makin out
Fuck it, we kick the bucket and to continue to stake them out (Ha)
And in back of the crib is where we will be makin out
Puting some shit together make it so you could all attend
Welcoming you and my nigga so we can break your pocket again (Oh Oh)
Niggas flossin and tossin their drinks like they all in the place
And leave the niggas the (?) until they catch one all up in their face (Huh)
Y′all know we′ll spray y′all niggas and know we gonna wet ya
And rep for my niggas cause we comin to get ya
I said...

[Chorus]

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:33

Busta Rhymes - Hot Fudge

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)

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:33

Busta Rhymes - Together

[busta rhymes]
Hey yo swizz..
This shit sound like some shit
The streets wanna do the merengue to (yeah)
Or dance around a sombrero to, whoo!!!
Yeah, another special from flipmode records
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah here we go!
Streets! flipmode baby, yeah check it busta bus baby
Yeah, rah digga now, c’mon
Check it, huh

[verse: busta rhymes]
If you ain’t noticed yet I have come wit a throne
See I was gone for a minute but now I’m home
The way I touch it you can feel it in your bones
Fuck wit the kid cause I’m taking you into another zone
See it don’t matter what you think or what you say
I always love for the street every single day
You better get down on your knees, you better pray
Cause goin’ against the grain of this squad
I promise you will pay! (whoo!)
You see flipmode is the team that I rep forever
Respecting the code of honor staying together
It’s getting hot I think you should take off the sweater
Rattle and knock all of your troops who goin to get this cheddar
See when we come I’m wondering how they gon’ manage
Show em mysteriously watch how they vanish
See when we finish just analyze all the damage
No matter who you are, we accept any and every challenge (yeah)
Yeah yeah, I think we got ’em again this time
Flipmode c’mon!

[chorus - 1: mynx (busta rhymes ad-libs)]
I think I - I think wanna say something like this (like this)
People denying that they feeling our shit
So we hit ’em with the really crazy flow (crazy flow)
To let ’em know that we be hitting it fa’ sho
Time goes by, in your life
And we’re still here together

[verse: busta rhymes]
I hope you know that this is really not a game
The way I put it down you will remember the name
The way we change it up shit is never the same
And when I’m finished I promise I’ll have you niggas feel ashamed
For giving the people shit they ain’t really loving
It’s funny to me but y’all niggas be buggin’
But it’s aight because I will continue flooding the streets
With heat for the ladies and niggas who be thugging
And if you want it then bring shit wit open arms (spread love baby)
While I continuously give you niggas bombs
Asalam will make ’em will lake ’em so long
I’m in the abscence of confusion holding the world in my palms
I’m tired of telling you there ain’t nothing greater
Swinging the torch and repping for violator
So tell the dj to go and turn up the fader
Putting it down for the streets regardless what you saying playa!
How many times am I gunna have to tell y’all?
Flipmode run these streets, c’mon!

[chorus - 2: mynx (busta rhymes ad-libs)]
I wish I - I wish I had just a little more time (more time)
Instead I give you this and leave more on your mind (on your mind)
Me and busta bus be making crazy doe (crazy doe)
So you know that we be killing it fa’ sho
Time goes by, in your life
And we’re still here together
I will be here just to hold you down
We’ll still be around
Cause we will rock forever

[verse: rah digga]
Dirty reppin’ the squad, don’t even get me started
Getting worldwide love keeping the street regardless
Ever since kindergarten, always been the sharpest
Doin’ this for my fam cause home is where the heart is
Other crews could chill, all of y’all days are numbered
Bus got the yellow digga coming in the navy hummer
Start quality, guess I should thank my mother
"bionic woman" on the mic like I was jamie sommers
Now, I know that you don’t wanna really take it there
Digga and bus you know we make the perfect pair
We keep it gully wit a little latin flare, it’s unfair
Oh well, how I still be spitting and keep everybody all up in the mix
It’s only right that I shout my brother swizz
Flipmode and we only making hits
It’s like this, c’mon

[bridge]
[mynx:] baby I say, what people say
We gon’ keep it on lock from day to day
Let ’em know that we both are here to stay
So keep it hot baby, don’t stop baby

[busta:] the flipmode is in the spot we run the place
Busta bus and rah digga all in your face
When we step up in the spot we controlling the space
We keep it hot baby, we won’t stop baby

[busta rhymes]
Hey yo swizz, once again see how we do it to ’em? c’mon!

[chorus - 1]

[busta rhymes]
Flipmode records, j records
Rah digga, flipmode baby
Yeah, swizz beats baby
Yeah c’mon, full surface baby
Check it yeah, big up to mynx, what
C’mon yeah

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:32

Busta Rhymes - Truck Volume

Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Turn my music up
Turn my music up
Truck shit now
Truck shit now
Truck shit now
Truck shit now
Turn my music up
Turn my music up
Truck shit now
Live nigga bully foot
Brass knuckle rap shit now
Check it out now
Yeah yeah

Relax that shit you talk
Before I sic my bitch on you
Let her bounce wit your dick on a fork
I bring a bigger storm to calm your clouds
I own a couple things I even own a farm wit cows
I own a moment when my niggas run deep thru crowds
Like how a pregnant woman breat milk leak thru her blouse
A lot of niggas love to wish on a star
Give a fuck who you are
I know some niggas that’ll piss on ya car
Now see every time we step in the place
I give y’all niggas shit that put a fowl look on ya face
Rock ice like I was never more able
Dont drink coffee cause my diamonds be cuttin the glass on the table
Hey I be the lost found tribe of shabazz
Bless niggas then I plant another bomb on ya ass
Then I put my students all in a class
To clear my rulership
And leave y’all niggas fucked up doin the math
One time now
Truck shit now
Truck shit now
Turn my music up
Turn my music up
Truck shit now
Truck volume
Truck volume

I know you wanna get up on it
Let me show ya how we do
Every time we drop that shit
You know we put it down for you

Hey hey
How many times you gonna crush down something
You need to change ya name up to buss a buss down something
Ya fuckin with the highest my nigga
Tryin to fuck wit the giant might as well call me goliath my nigga
Come on
Drop hot shit on the spot
Sop it up wit a mop
Before the hungry come and shop on ya block
I know some niggas that’ll love to blood suck you all
A thing of the past because them niggas stuck you all
One shot bust on the same bullet struck you all
And when they bounce you hear voices screamin fuck you all
Gathered up about a thousand young bucks who brawl
Its decoys in case he needed to duck you all
Thats why you betta move tight wit ya click
Niggas be thirsty and quick just to be out before the night wit ya shit
We keep it street and give a damn who you are
Make niggas wild and bitches spread and put they hands on the car
And let me frisk em
And shake they asses down to the floor
While dude wonderin what them niggas is poundin me for
What them niggas grillin
What them niggas houndin me for
And for the pound and what them what them niggas was surroundin me for
Well let me tell you what the fuck we was surroundin you for
We came to get you once
Well now I come to get you for more
While your gettin got
Niggas drinkin ten dolla hennessy shots
Gettin drunk and wildin out in the spot

What the fuck now
Truck shit now
Truck shit now
Turn my music up
Turn my music up
Hot shit now
Street shit now
Truck volume
I know you wanna get up on it
Let me show ya how we do
Every time we drop that shit
You know we put it down for you
I know you wanna get up on it
Let me show ya how we do
Every time we drop that shit
You know we put it down for you
Hey hey

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:32

Busta Rhymes - Keepin It Tight

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′

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:29

Busta Rhymes - When Disaster Strikes

Yeah..
Good God!

(in background: "Tra-la-la-la-lah" *4X*)
Yeah, for all you motherfuckers across the whole entire galaxy
Busta Rhymes and the whole entire Flipmode Squad
Back at y′all motherfuckers in 1997
(in background: "Tra-la-la-la-lah" *4X*)
Hah, When Disaster Strikes, When Disaster Strikes
Take a look and sit on the sidelines and bear witness
Hah!

On and on, return from the future like a centurion
All my affili-ates.. let′s stack another mill-ion
While you learn on how the words go to my motherfucking song
Watch me puts it on.. it keeps you open all day long
The way we fuck shit up you thinkin somethin must be wrong
Set the high standards for corny niggaz to get the gong
Bleach your ass blonde and black your color back to bronze
On Happy Days I be the coolest nigga like The Fonz
So spectacular how I touch souls from here to Africa
My Zimbabwe niggaz bangin my joints up in they Acura
Pssh, OOH! Makin you feel the funk from bumper to bumper
Drive an imported 500 in foreign license plate numbers, ha ha
Laugh at ya, oh, me and my passengers
flip ass niggaz over quick like frying pan spatulas
Why do you be wastin your time, bein mad at us?
Every voice should sing and help the music sound miraculous!

(in background: "Tra-la-la-la-lah" *4X*)
Yes yes y′all! Flipmode Squad y′all
We reign supreme in 1997
When Disaster Strikes, you will all feel
(in background: "Tra-la-la-la-lah" *4X*)
When Disaster Strikes, you will all see
When Disaster Strikes, you will all bear witness
to The Most High Exalted

Yo.. now check it out, yo
I keeps flows so ridiculous
Rhyme flow taste good like a handful of cherry licorice
Practice your rhyme or be the local practitionist
Well you can try bein a doctor or bein a local obstetricianist
See, you can be somethin
Quit tryin to work so fuckin hard to-wards nothin
This rhyme shit was never designed for every swollen muffin
Yo, I′m sayin..
Why y′all niggaz think that y′all could really see my Squad?
And if we hit you hard that′s when you feel the power of the God
Do it right and big up my peeps and A*Alikes
On alike, repel, especially feel When Disaster Strikes
Extremely delicate like the blowin out of candlelights
The quiet killings of projects niggaz whenever they wanna fight
That type of shit that shine and blind a nigga eyesight, aiiight?
We keepin it tight, y′all niggaz don′t want it right?
You will never ever get no wins inside _mi casa_
We killin all impostors like we kill the cucurachas
Bounce to award ceremonies like we winnin Oscars
Rhymin rastas, eatin enough exotic pasta, hah! Yo..
We keep it movin for all of y′all
Freak y′all niggaz out while I′m makin y′all niggaz fall
Disaster will hitcha quick any time you wanna brawl
Perm, press, a nigga back, peel them of the wall
So tell me, why do you be wastin your time, bein mad at us?
Every voice should sing and help the music sound miraculous!

(in background: "Tra-la-la-la-lah" *4X*)
Hah, oh yes y′all!
This situation.. has now been brought before your very eyes
And as we carry on Flipmode Squad continues to conquer the world
(in background: "Tra-la-la-la-lah" *4X*)
When Disaster Strikes, you will all fear
When Disaster Strikes, you will all bear witness
to The Most High Exalted, hah!

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:28

Busta Rhymes - Ready For War

[Busta Rhymes]
Tri-lateral commission
Berkowitz, Fizzy Wo′, Bust-Down
(AiYAHHHHHHHHH!)

Chorus: Busta Rhymes + M.O.P.

Everytime I take a look, the only thing I see is
MY LIVE NIGGAZ IN THE SPOT
Tell me what y′all want
GIVE ME EVERYTHING YOU GOT
Y′all niggaz ready to do it
LET′S BLOW THE MOTHERFUCKIN SPOT
All my niggaz
ATTENTION.. (LOUD AND CLEAR)
WHERE MY NIGGAZ READY FOR WAR? (WE RIGHT HERE!)
GET EM (WHEN WE SPOT EM) HIT EM (KID WE GOT EM)
WHERE MY NIGGAZ READY FOR WAR? (WE RIGHT HERE!)

[Billy Danze]
I got reason to believe, some of you niggaz feel
the man isn′t live and direct (GET AT EM BILL!)
LONG, breathe easy pop, this is Hip-Hop
in the HARM WAY, we do it the war way, all day
I never procrastinate (you shouldn′t)
I′m from where the war games fascinate (you couldn′t)
You wouldn′t believe what they′ve been tellin me
The perfect match is jail and me
cause I was born with a felony (uh uh uh)
Fuck that! How this shit look
when a nigga stretched out, with his chest out
and a mess out in Brooklyn, HI-YAHHHHHH

[Busta Rhymes]
Y′all motherfuckers is back?!
Y′all motherfuckers don′t know how to act
Y′all motherfuckers attack!!

[Billy Danze]
And those motherfuckers are wack, I travelled a rocky road
Swift to the Flipmode, quick grip for the unload
Father forgive me for my sins
but I′ma raise hell to the bitter end - I′m a soldier!

Chorus

[Lil′ Fame]
Fuck the bullshit! I kick a bone out yo′ ass
Hardrock nigga?! I kick a stone out yo′ ass!
Warning, to all those, caps get peeled
quicker than e-mail to your ass sayin, "Kill kill kill!"
Curb chasin, straight lacin, with a Mac-10 blazin
Split yo′ ass up like a Temptation
You cats is animated cartoons (WHO YOU?)
The return of Goodfellas Part Two
BITCH throw your fuckin guns up, put your fuckin hands down
HOT FLAMES UP, [buck you with], (BUSTA BUST DOWN)
We sneak the guns right in, y′all keep tryin
and I′ma check all pussies like a G-Y-N
Open up your can of "Whoop Ass"; I′ll open up
a fresh can of "I′ll Fuck Yo′ Ass Up Quick Fast"
Flipmode, M.O.P. Fizzy Wo-mack, Wo-mack
Y′all know who the fuck I am!

Chorus

[Busta Rhymes]
Aiyyo yo-yuh-yo, and now I hear no one
(you) would let less than a motherfucker fear no one
None of y′all niggaz don′t really wanna fuck with the dread
The street brawler stomp your face into the back of yo′ head
C′mon now, I′m quick to roast fry boil and even toast a guy
Multiply the ghosts like the world′s greatest coke supply
Shit changed, you sellin WEED over the damn computer
Introduce the millenium STOMP nigga for the future
I be that prime honorary nigga
that′ll voluntarily blast the last, Tom & Jerry ass nigga
And write raps to the sound of these gats
Perhaps my raps will paralyze a bitch-ass and make him collapse
Yo, see they be quick to bust they fashion of a calico
My niggaz Berkowitz and that other motherfucker Fizzy Wo′
Mashin through the city yo, and the foot it don′t lie
Ready to blow this bitch up at the drop of a dime

Chorus

[ad libs for about 8 seconds before fade]

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:28