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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

Busta Rhymes - The Finish Line

Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah
Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah
Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah
Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah

(Chorus)
When I step up in the place
ay yo I step correct
Woo Hah
got you all in check
I got that head nod shit
make you break your neck
Woo Hah
I got you all in check
And you know we come through
to wreck the disco tech
Woo Hah
I got you all in check
Throw your hands up in the air
don′t ever disrespect
Woo-Hah
I got you all in check

(1st verse)
Busta Rhymez up in the place true indeed
yes I catch wreck and that′s word on my seed
I guarantee to give you what you need
One blood everybody like Junior Reid
Wake up every morning yo I must up seed
Nationwide darkhorse make the world stampede
Yo really let me roll some weed
mad charged nigga now I must proceed
Yo we ′bout to make you set speed
Peace to Baby Phife, Q-Tip, Ali Shaheed
Watch me knock you out like Apollo Creed
Body blow bustin′ your shit making you bleed
Just feed off dynamic flows an take heed
Need more information homeboy then just read
Ay-Ya!! you can read all about the pure breed
Do the bogle dance I′ll do the pepperseed

-Chorus-

How dare you ever try to step on my suede shoes
Top Gun shut down your Firm like Tom Cruise
Please let me get down and blow a fuse
Actin′ fool breakin′ shit down to molecules
Yo let me hit you with my ill street blues
Busta Rhymez always headlines the street news
Woo-Hah!!! Yo 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 leaving bloodstains and residues
Sorry homeboy but your flow sounds used
Gotta pay your dues baby you know the rules
Whenever I travel the world I landcruise
If you choose to fuck around you get bruised
Now I got you gassed on super unleaded fuels
Get me through give me some space you excuse

-Chorus-

[Rampage]
You now rockin wit the best
the boy scout is who I be.....
...Flip Mode is the sqiddaud
Hah
Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah (8X)

Verse
Yo which muthaphucka stole my flow
eenie....meenie miney mo
Throw that type of nigga right out my window
Blast your ass hit you with my direct blow
Bo!! Coming through like G.I. Joe
Star Wars movie deal like Han Solo
Make you bounce around like this was calypso
Always shine cause I got the high pro glow
You think that you can hide you think you can lay low
Roll up on your ass like Hawaii 5-0
Mad out with my dreads in my kango
forget the Moet nigga just pass the Cisco
Yo!! Take a trip down to Mexico
Come back with that shit that might make you psycho
Maximum frequencies through your stereo
Sorry this is it but homeboy I got to go

-Chorus-

Hah
Yo Yo Yay Yo Yay
Yo Yo Yay

. .. Yay Yo Yay
. .. Yay

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:28

Busta Rhymes - What it is right now

What it is right now

Let me show you what it is right now,
I’m quick to flip,hit you on right on,stack chips,shit lookin’ sick right now,
Can’t help it I’m a pimp right now,but i’ma do whateva you think right now,
Let em come lookin at me getta grip right now.

Not one of y’all hoochies could move me right now,
Went from gap to guess to fuckin’ gucci right now,
Comin’ for your title,all liable right now,
So if you all wanna be rich read a Bible right now,
Busta bus be corrupt,watch me spit at the block,
In between the big screen like vivica fox,
The new album showing no mercy right now,
Comin’ worse than eminem,what it is at now.

Busta what it is right now,busta what it is right now,
Busta what it is right now,busta what it is right now,
Busta what it is right now,busta what it is right now,
Busta what it is right now,busta what it is right now.

We got you stuck right now,
We lookin for bitches to fuck at now,chickens and peacocks so duck right now,
Different birds with feathers to pluck right now,
Yo we pull up in the truck right now,
All black 740 deluxe right now,niggaz hate so self destruct right now,
Wishin’ I was takin’ the bus right now.

Lets get it on right now,feeel it all right now,
Bit em’ small and skin em’ all right down,
A wide variety of kicks,and 9 times out of 10 i’ma bag a bitch,
And I’m a get some right now,i mean right now,
I’ll fuck a white girl in a tail,
Right now,things are like iron mike right now,
Throw hard rights and knock em out right now.

Busta what it is right now,busta what it is right now,
Busta what it is right now,busta what it is right now,
Busta what it is right now,busta what it is right now,
Busta what it is right now,busta what it is right now.

Its q b right now,niggaz is wondering who he’s right now,
Heat a nigga wit 20 on v’s right now,pushin’ the whip on empty streets now,
Ma,you catch a cab right now,with the cap down,i’ma pour some clips right now,
Die slow niggaz is pickin’ they seats now,
Let it gleam right now,close your eyes no sound.

Thought I told you what it is at now,
You ain’t got to guess ain’t no fucking quiz right now,
Top billing like milton gibbs right now,
Busta bus the motherfucking grand whiz right now,
In case you ain’t know it’s busta rhymes right now,
Stoppin’ your bank taking bills right now,
Your little bitch came fuckin’ wit a pro right now,
Seen better bitches,so go to where it is right now

Busta what it is right now,busta what it right at now.

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:27

Busta Rhymes - Get Out

(Busta)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (get out)
Such a remarkable sound (get out)
Yeah, such a remarkable sound (get out of here)
Flipmode get down now
Yeah check it out, such a remarkable sound (get out of here)
Busta Rhymes comin through get down (get out, get out)
What the deal now (get out of here)
Yeah, yeah

(Verse 1)
Are you ready to get on? (Who, me?)
I cause such a reaction makin all my people go (Ooh-wee!)
Just like a group of happy children
Yo its such a feelin
To see all of my live ballers (Carry on now)
Oh see how I be gettin so passionate
I get a real eagle and I bust my shit off by accident
The God bless glory
Success story
Whiteboy better but a stash up in my armrest for me
The way I blow shit up its like a bomb threat for me
I gotta blast and demolish everything before me
I throw your shit in the back now
You′re wack now
And ain′t no kind of turnin back now
So relentless
I won′t even let you fools finish a freakin sentence
Call for my people like a school attendance
And then I strike with a triflin vengeance
Reppin like a winner
And do away with every last one of you wack niggas

(Chorus)
So (Get out)
If you′s a fake just (Get out)
You need to just (Get out of here)
Police you try to close the club (Get out)
You really should (Get out)
You need to just (Get out of here)
Chick if you ain′t got your own dough (Get out)
You need to just (Get out)
You really should (Get out of here)
If you frontin like you really live (Get out)
And you know you not (Get out)
You need to just (Get out of here)

(Verse 2)
The one world alliance
Flipmode the most reliant for the thorough guidance
On how to get most of this money like a secret science
Only the live soldiers allowed there′s nothin you can do
Frontin with your crew while you talkin to corny chickens too
Nevertheless address the cheddar for the treasure chest
So bless the spot before the thugs close chest
One time
I hope yall know just what the motherfuck your dealin with
Got so much platinum for this beat you thought I was a silversmith
We phat now so look at how we brought it back now
We made it possible for streets to hold a stat now
And become the wealthiest, healthiest
And bring the fire that will reach about 1000 degrees celsius
Hold on, bank this money, better roll on
Or sing a broke folk song I′ll be for so long
Paid with a big brim hat just like a lampshade with bells
Wylin in the truck, the choice to roll with me
We be them new millennium prime time niggas
Walk the fine line niggas, sippin fine wine niggas
Now, if you cross the line we fuck around and blind niggas
With so much press it′s like we did the illest crime niggas
What? You know I′m like a loco man, noble man
Turned global man, rippin bicoastal like a postal man
And when we come you know we came to get it
And what you need to do is BOUNCE if you aint rollin with it!

(Chorus)
So (get out)
If you be frontin just (get out)
You need to just (get out of here)
Police you tryin to close the club (get out)
You really should (get out)
PLEASE just (get out of here)
Chick if you ain′t got your own dough (get out)
You need to just (get out)
You really should (get out of here)
And if you frontin like you really LIVE (get out)
And you know you′re not (get out)
You really should (get out of here)

Get out, get out, get out of here
(Repeat x 4)

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:27

Busta Rhymes - The Heist

[Raekwon]
Straight up nigga, I′m a money nigga man
You know what time it is wit me, yo
That′s right
Take the track, cut the heads off, split it down the middle man
Take the bones out man for real
Yeah all applepie yeah
Straight up, Flipmode BK king

[Ghostface Killah]
It was the best heist since ice
Precise rituals
Skated outta Jacob′s wit the Fruit Loop jewels
Holdin a navy blue uzi
Krush Groovin waves off the atlas
Coolin, that′s how we make movies
Basketball gun brawlers, bounce
Black down ′bill-a-head banks, Malibu colorful shanks
That′s the way we live, Staten Island kid
Old dog in it, the thug vaccine wit no pork in it
Vivid imagination paper chasin
Dufflebag swollen, we holdin
Drink chocolate milk before we roll in
It′s like that ya′ll, we gangstas
Stickin all you Bay Ridge Benzes
I′m out to get erect, terrific shit be the diamond district
Tiffany′s, pretty Valentine brick is on the second floor balcony
Gems is magnificent, diamonds is cryin
"Busta Rhymes take me, nevermind help!"

[Raekwon]
Aiyyo caught em at the ice pavilion
Dressy, salad bar style Nestle
Four white niggas, covered in vest pieces
Think like a mob flick
Guessin like Patsy in the mask, piece bust
Got aggravated, slapped the glass piece
One nigga beamin, faggot ass
Lay on the floor ya fuck!
Tied his broken arm to his Hush Puppies
Wrapped around trauma, everything realer than fuck
Tajuana left my nigga niece live comma
Three young Italians, suited down personal style
I′m in valour white designin on the ′dallions
Felt like some crackers was in back of me
Spit on the clerk, pass the Harry Winston set
Ghost backin me
Bust a shot, motored
Four male in paper work Lord
We get together once more before we blow this
Murdered nobody
Left em all baseball′d down, brotha
Three wicked ass 6′s, Gucci colors

[Busta Rhymes]
MONEY! Drop dead on the floor
Nigga, pass the keys to the door
Pass me all the cash in the drawer
Or I promise you′ll be payin the price
Feelin like a nigga died twice
Execute the world′s greatest diamond heist
Ya′ll niggas know we out to get this MONEY!
C′mon MONEY! 7x
Raekwon, Ghostface, Rocky Marce C′MON!
Let′s get this money nigga

[Rocky Marciano]
Yeah we ?near the mind? out west
Somewhere in Africa
The Feds is after us, vest on my back
Whippin the Acuras, feel like a mac bustin
A rug in Preston on percussion
I′ll bust in your gate, nigga it′s nothin
A hail storm, ice rainin, mind containin
Info, nigga what you in for? Complainin
Sick bars deep in this language
Did I tell you how my day′s spent?
Speakin through the face of Ronald Regan
Iceberg History, calligraphy
Colidescope colors, hollow-head shells and flarin gunmen
Hate to see me comin like gray skies on day of judgment
Makes you wonder where the love went
Hit a nigga, feed him to some buzzards
Put up numbers, plus I′m one to push his mug in
We duck in the safe, check what I′m huggin
Rocks the size of some shit, out in the congo
My arms full, let′s get the fuck out, Busta I got you

[Busta Rhymes]
Aiyyo we do great study on fossils and stones like archeologists
Gem-ologists, collect the most priceless ices anonymous
Canary stones yellow like a pumpkin
Dunkin Donut precious size stones make me wanna cut the safe open
Rae pass the blowtorch, Ghost brought the dynamite stick
Marciano brought a chisel wit an ice pick
Princess cuts, invisible settings
Plannin the world′s greatest diamond heist playin a tune by Otis Redding
Icicle cones hang from the ceiling just like stalagmites
Time to throw on a skully and tying a rag tight
Throwin light went off and in the basket
Grabbed the necklace from off the satin pillow while the glass casket
Ice lay across the crushed burgandy velvet
Up in the diamond slide-tray
Gun in your face, slide it right away
Roundtable with Habib, Mirishnokof, and the rest of them Jewish niggas
We got them niggas drunk and talkin foolish see
You know the way we straight manipulated the shit
We swindle them niggas for all their precious things before we skated and shit
Yeah, ya′ll niggas know we skated early
Disguised ourselves as the cidic Jews and even left my sideburns curly
Bounce to Mexico and spend some pesos
And bury the diamonds on an island your never heard
Like Turks in Keikos
Everytime we hit, we in and out quick
Don′t be surprised if we behind supplyin niggas all the platinum and shit

MONEY! 17x

Yeah, the world′s greatest jewel heist
Thoroughly and successfully executed
By none other than Ghostface Killah, Raekwon the Chef
Rock Marciano and Busta Rhymes
A job well done fellas, very good piece of work

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:27

Busta Rhymes - Make It Clap

[intro: sean paul (busta rhymes)]
We make it clap, we make it clap (huh!)
Yeah yeah yeah (flipmode!!!) busta rhymes (busta rhymes!!!)
Sean-a-paul (sean paul!!!)
One more time (ha!!!) kill ’em with a rhyme (huh!!!)
Remix time (remix!!!) a dutty yeah, yo, spliff star (spliff!!!)
Flipmode squad (ha!!!) we kill ’em with a rhyme, a dutty yeah

[verse 1: busta rhymes]
Cau mi seh jump up clap oonu hand and siddung get up
And mi nah wig out mek everybody flip out oonu fi carry on
To get tired I waan chillout, all a di gal a sweat out
Mek your body keep clappin on

[sean paul]
Flipmode a roll wid all di hottest set a gal dem inna di dance
And dutty cup we deyah mek di gal dem jump up and prance
Busta rhymes and sean-a-paul di lyrical magician
There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands
Flipmode a roll wid all di hottest set a gal dem inna di dance
And dutty cup we deyah mek di gal dem jump up and prance
Busta rhymes and sean-a-paul di lyrical magician
There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands, so push it up deh

[busta rhymes]
Back with the remix with spliff and sean-a-paul on the corner
Can’t believe when we do it we smack it down how we wanna
Keepin it comin keepin it goin cause we ain’t playin
I’m talkin to all my people cause what I’m sayin is

[chorus: busta rhymes]
In case you ain’t know and in case you ain’t heard
And if you want us to set it just give me the word
This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin them birds
To all my shorties wigglin they shakin they curves

[sean paul]
We make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap

[verse 2: spliff star]
Poor snapper, lookin at shorty shakin it and makin it clap
Booty big pokin out like twenties on the lap
When I give it to her shorty know how to throw it back
Booty bangin to the beat sometimes we overlap-sing
Gal peel out your blouse and your tight-jeans
Let me lick you down dip you with some ice-cream
Gal holla holla my name when I slide-in
Thunderstorm, rain, sleet and light-ning
Hold me tight feel the triniman grin-ding and grin-ding and grin-ding
Gal dip and bounce start whin-ning
You see spliff, sean paul and busta rhymes, seen
([busta rhymes:] we got dough) you could tell by what we dri-ving
([busta rhymes:] lookin to chose) how it’s different and blin-ding
And blin-ding and blin-ding it’s like that make it clap now

[chorus]

[sean paul]
We make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap

[bridge: sean paul]
Flipmode a roll wid all di hottest set a gal dem inna di dance
And dutty cup we deyah mek di gal dem jump up and prance
Busta rhymes and sean-a-paul di lyrical magician
There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands
Flipmode a roll wid all di hottest set a gal dem inna di dance
And dutty cup we deyah mek di gal dem jump up and prance
Busta rhymes and sean-a-paul di lyrical magician
There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands

[verse 3: sean paul]
We make it clap deh, keep it a clap gal wiggle yuh body
Mi waan fi see all a di style weh yuh a pack deh
Listen di lyrics a weh mi dun mi all a chat seh
Rotate yuh body then non stop like apache
Dawn and karyn or angie and patsy
Inna di videolight just like a big sunday matinee
Nuff fi gimme di light mi blow di smoke like apache
Mashin up di dance and mi flatten it, we make it clap

[busta rhymes]
Who a call me the abominal snowman
Put it down make ’em say it’s such a phenominal show man
Unbelievable how you be stackin the dough man
When we rollin a thousand headcracks in a row man
The way we start the show and how we constantly flow man
Regular paper comin watch me properly blow man
Come on keepin it comin keepin it goin cause we ain’t playin
I’m talkin to all of my people because what I’m sayin is

[chorus]

[sean paul]
We make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap

[outro: sean paul]
We make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:26

Busta Rhymes - Everybody Rise Again

[Busta Rhymes]
Let′s get it goin
Yeah... yeah
I′m about to Picasso a new picture for you mufuckas
I′m baaack... yeah
I just want every one of you mothafuckas that here to do one thing with me
C′mon

[Chorus]
Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise
C′mon, New York, Jersey, Philly, Bemore, D.C., Virginia, come on!
Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise
N.C., ATL, Chicago, Cleveland, Miami, LA, Houston

[Verse 1]
We bite the nigga straight outta jail, give me the money nigga
I′ll smack you stupid, ain′t nuttin funny nigga
I′ll lay a nigga out and use they ass to shoot like a marble black floor
Bloody something like a hacksaw
And then we stash a couple gats in the bag because we at war
Pistol whip some of these niggas, leavin em wit cracked jaws
Battlin like we in costalon, niggas see you supposed to know
We extremely serious niggas
You see it′s so marvelous how we just strap more, pack more
No chichi niggas allowed, just throw em out the back door
This lone menace got it wicked for the protenants
You niggas soft like limp dick and lead progenes
Blessin the younger thug wit shit to look forward to
The god is back, so niggas is quick and to fast forward you
Yo, this shit be straight energy
You′ve been fuckin wit Flip Mode, nigga, while I′m refreshin your memory
C′mon!

[Chorus]
Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise
N.O., Seattle, Detroit, St Louis, Dalas, South Carolina, niggas c′mon!
Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise
Connecticut, Pennsylvania, Boston, Buffalo, Delaware, Okland, Little Rock, c′mon!

[Verse 2]
You see it′s hectic, respect it
Blow up your deck until my cassette is ejected
How I will beat you just like your father, don′t even bother
However nigga, whatever nigga, who wanna follow?
It gets coarse like the calice of a struggling black foot under privilege
I′m quick to stick you for your whole bank book
Bitches follow my bounce and follow my flow
Follow me now, follow me later, follow my glow
Ayyo, follow instructions and follow the pro
And to follow my magic, bitches wanna follow my doe
Keepin ya bouncing, got all my people singin the hook
Got bitches buggin like how niggas be wild in the brook
Look, we street niggas, while you live by the book
Funny nigga, ain′t no need to shoot yourself in the foot
Fuck wit bitches that′s gettin doe and they know how to cook
In every struggle, I always did whatever it took!
So all my niggas

[Chorus]
Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise
Maryland, Michigan, Kansas, Kentucky, Alabama, Indiana, Utah, c′mon!
Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise
Phoenix, Memphis, Nashville, Mississippi, Rhode Island, Colorado, Wyoming, fuck it
Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise
Idaho, Illinois, Minnesota, Missouri, Oklahoma, Overgod, South Dakota, come on!
Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise
Almafon boroughs, Brooklyn, Queens, Yorksman, Hatinstaton alley niggas, come on!

Ha, yeah, everybody rise, come on
Everybody rise again, rise wit me mufuckas
As I welcome you all to the genesis
A whole new foundation, A whole new idea
A whole new experience
A whole... entire... new... movement
Busta Rhymes, Flip Mode Squad, I salute y′all
Yeah, yeah, come on, everybody riiiiiiiiiiiiiiise
Yeah, yeah, enough of the intro shit, let′s get straight to it

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:26

Busta Rhymes - Do the Bus a Bus

Uhhh!
Yo Bus a Bus (yeah)
Yo Bus a Bus (c′mon, c′mon)
Yo Bus a Bus, (UHH) rockin to the beat
(Flipmode motherfucker Flipmode y′all)

Yo Bus a Bus (UHH, yeah yi-yeah yea)
Yo Bus a Bus (ka-c′mon, ki-c′mon)
Yo Bus a Bus, (UHH) rockin to the beat
(Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yi-yeah yea)

Floss time, Busta Rhymes shine on every primetime
Mastermind gettin this paper now cross the fine line
Money plenty sippin gently with the Bentley
My Bentley runneth over empty what gifts you sent me
Then you broke the last rule, frontin like we was mad cool
You damn fool, come around frontin wearin your man′s jewels
WHOO! Play the part, they want me to start shit
Get on your mark quick and target, corner the market
Peep how we′re movin this, keep improvin this
See you in this because you love the way me and my crew be doin this
Have a ball, I′m not mad at ch′all, where the alcohol
I ain′t messin with you at all, girl your ass too small
Cop the hot shit, write it off while you bite it off
and try to fight it off, you′re faggot you wack and your light is off
Bite the dust, you like to fuss, look right at us
I know you like to cuss, who could you trust to bring the rush?
Now do the..

Yo Bus a Bus (a c′mon, keep it movin)
Yo Bus a Bus (ay-yeah I like just what you doin)
Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat
(Aiyyo, yo yo-yo yo all and together now)

Yo Bus a Bus (a′cmon, just keep it movin)
Yo Bus a Bus (oh yeah I like just what you doin)
Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat
(Aiyyo, yo-yo yo all and together now)

TURN IT OFF, turn back me on go get your mack on
and keep the track goin and latch on hope you can catch on
Follow the beat you sweet bitches and get your dance on
Tipsy off a little Cristi′ a little ? Dom
Barbeque back at the mansion, feel like a champion
Collapse on, my thing orthapedic to rest your back on
Nowadays Flipmode money be runnin mad North
Fuck around, dig in my treasure, feel my forty-five long
Ride through, about to slide through, I′m right beside you
Mind you, my system be bangin, adjust my EQ
Peek-a-boo, we not seekin you, focus on being you
There′s only one of me, cause you copy, there might be THREE of you
Classic and so essential, we monumental
Powerful, we predisential, we BOMB your mental
Bite the dust, you like to fuss, look right at us
I know you like to cuss, who could you trust to bring the rush?
Now do the..

Yo Bus a Bus (hey c′mon, let′s keep it movin)
Yo Bus a Bus (oh yeah I like just what you doin)
Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat
(Aiyyo, yo yo-yo yo all and together now)

Yo Bus a Bus (a c′mon, let′s keep it movin)
Yo Bus a Bus (oh yeah I like just what you doin)
Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat
(Aiyyo, yo yo-yo yo all and together now)

HIT ME OFF, you Speak′n′Spell and freak it well
so no need to dwell, check in the mirror, my pockets swell
Shit sound so intermediate, my ingredient
is to immediately rep for everyone you see me with
You little eedyot, I exile you and your X-File
You and your next trial, and demolish your little rap style
Black child, I′m takin offensive, we too impressive
To the naked eye, the way we floss sure be expensive
OOOH! Run up the fader, ain′t nuttin greater
Still a little hater be gettin paper go meet your maker
Undertaker now go shake whatcha momma gave ya
Shake-a shake-a now we trippin the circuit breaker
Model up and swallow up and turn the throttle up
Break the bottle up in the hip with the greatest follow up
Bite the dust, you like to fuss, look right at us
I know you like to cuss, who could you trust to bring the rush?
Now do the..

Yo Bus a Bus (a c′mon, just keep it movin)
Yo Bus a Bus (oh yeah I like it what you doin)
Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat
(Aiyyo, yo yo-yo yo all and together now)

Yo Bus a Bus (oh, c′mon, just keep it movin)
Yo Bus a Bus (yeah, oh yeah I like just what you doin)
Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat
(Aiyyo, yo yo-yo yo all and together now)

Yo Bus a Bus (yeah, a yeah keep movin)
Yo Bus a Bus (oh yeah I like, what you doin)
Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat
(Aiyyo, aiyyo yo yo-yo yo yo)

Yo Bus a Bus (yo, c′mon, keep movin)
Yo Bus a Bus (yeah, I like what you doin)
Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat
(Aiyyo, yo yo-yo yo all and together now)

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:25

Busta Rhymes - World Go Round

[Busta Rhymes]
Look, it’s been a long time, I shouldn’ta left you
But now I came back to step through
Think of how many weak dudes you heard boo
Time’s up, sorry I let you
listen to them, you see I’m back with a gem
And you knowin that I’ma always keep it hot ’til the end
And again and again, that’s how we

[Estelle]
Make the world go round
Round, ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh-ahh
Go round, round, ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh-ahh
Go round, round, ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh-ahh
Go round, round, ah-ah-ah-ah go round

[Busta Rhymes]
Ay, AY! Just feel my presence
Better than ever, back with a vengeance
Ah hey, slide on baby just ride on
I give ya, e’rything people rely on
My nigga, the heat that meat gets fried on
Still’ll, drop shit to murder the club
Call it a killa, stand up with my back on the wall
and let her throw her ass, that’s what a thug do
Put it down, rep how we rep, niggaz know we ball
If you ain’t know we bought out the club too
Baby girl get it - let’s swing it
right back to the crib then I hit it, she love the way I spit it
Huh! See when I come they love how I’m movin it
They worship the kid and the way I’m really doin it
Shit, make baby girl moist
I’m steppin in the club, valet the Rolls Royce

[Chorus: Estelle]
Filthy talkin, bottle poppin
Disco rockin, park, go party
I feel life, money and Cashmere
These things, make the world go round
Round, ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh-ahh
Go round, round, ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh-ahh
Go round, round, ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh-ahh
Go round, round, ah-ah-ah-ah go round

[Busta Rhymes]
Now what the hell are you lookin for?
Watch how a nigga bring the ceilin to the floor
See the way I do and get a little raw now
Break somethin, see the way we kickin in the door now
When I come see a Range and a Porsche now
Do what I say, women to the floor now
More is what I’m comin to get
World tours now, nigga charter the jet
Got, women sweatin and they ready and they willin I
Come to the telly and they steady doin the diddy bop
Hit you with it, shorty gettin really hot
Pretty with it, the way a bitch can make the city stop
Whyle all night, mami know the routine
Style so right and I’m creatin a new scene
Bass seem to make mami come and put it on ya
while I give it to ya cause you know I’m back to DO IT for ya!

[Chorus]

[Busta Rhymes]
And away we go off to the next spot
First 5 is a little club kinda hot
First on the scene, see the blunt fire spark
Snatch shorty, take her to the corner where it’s dark
Now, shorty breathin all heavy, hands all on me
Then she turn around and try to put her ass on me
I ain’t payin no mind
’til I seen her crew waitin on the Soul Train line
Now, shorty workin hard tryin to get with me
Wanna take me to the bathroom tryin to give me quickie
But I ain’t trickin on ‘em like my name Tricky
When they smell my cologne they wanna try to give me hickie
Like kissin and huggin and suckin on my wrist full of diamonds
Move slow, I’ll tuck your little chick in my pocket
Type of shit I do all day
Like the last broad to the show stay, okay?

[Chorus]

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:25

Busta Rhymes - How Much We Grew

Intro:
yeah this next joint right here...
is dedicated to all my niggas that I love
all the niggas that held it down with me through the whole shit
from the beginning of the fort, to the now current day of the fort
from the beginning and the birth of this whole shit
to the now success of this whole shit
and all my peoples that be holdin it down for their peoples
ridin with them through thick and thin, love y′all niggas
peep it

CHORUS 2X:
1, 2
Everytime I sit and take a look at how we grew so much my niggas
1, 2
All the things I do, you know I will hold my flags for you my niggas

[verse 1]
now, this how the shit all started
was like doctors of ? I was being conceived kinda retarded
like, and while my moms was conceiving this beautiful baby
doctors was the this woman′s stress out of this Jamaican lady
Pops beef and straight carrying on
nobody realizing how the god was now being born
ayo, yo, 1, 2
while they was wildin and shit
they couldn′t even find my pulse, sonogram on the frisk
so, they tried a natural birth, but had to stop production
baby stuck all up in the womb, another malfunction
1, 2
and now the doctors discover
they had to cut this lady′s gut, and c-section me out of my mother
Pop duke could only sit and ask why
looked up in the sky and begged for mercy from the most high
c′mon, now, 1, 2
see now the day would feel blessed
watching the birth of a precious baby life manifest
see how that bugged me out

CHORUS

[over chorus]
that shit, that type shit be buggin me out cuz...
y′know niggas, nigga look back
to them days when you know shit is kinda ill like y′knawmean?
nigga, niggas like fall out, y′knawmean?
motherfuckers is, niggas live long enough to look back and shit and
laugh and shit, y′knawmean?

[verse 2]
young and learnin shit that started is thick
started inquiring alot, started using my dick
like I knew it all but I wasn′t really knowin and shit
buggin when my pubic hairs started growin and shit
now hold up, a young nigga now a couple years pass
searchin desperate to experience my first piece of ass
now, gettin into mischief and caught my first arrest
started smoking weed and started totin on them cigarettes
eyes bloodshot like I was starin at a highbeam
nigga only twelve so why he lookin like he nineteen?
1, 2
the fast life baby, young with an old soul
from the past life baby
a young nigga wanted things and wanted money quick
ambitious on the Amtrak, wit a quarter brick
my nigga, 1, 2
it got hot in the streets
my nigga campaign the cops who started walkin the beat, my nigga
trouble causin too much problems just me and my brother
made mommy a grandma and shacked up with my babymother
now it a seed, I was always ready to clap shit
strugglin, so then I start fuckin ′round with this rap shit
moved to Long Island and got up with a few niggas
believin we could show the world we was the Leaders Of the New niggas
a crew of niggas that was hot like an infirmary
blazin til they started actin like bitches internally
so now, Flipmode is how we own it fo′ sho
tried to fuck with niggas but I couldn′t do it no more
fo rilla, 1, 2
and then I got with some niggas
always wit it to multiply the gross and double the figgas
and then I, hit with bombs and hold a stack in my palms
whippin Bentleys, floss icy shit and take care of moms
give the local little old man a job as my chaeuffeur
hold it down for all my niggas til the movement is over
it′s kinda beautiful

CHORUS repeats to end

[over chorus]
yeah, y′knawmean?
how we have acquired so much
where we can look back and, and actually laugh and lavish
in the, in the, in the moment
as we prime in life
look at how we, we struggled all this way and went through the bullshit
motherfuckin, little obstacles
situations they try to set up for niggas to fuckin fall off
and lose they hard earned shit, y′knowmean?
I holds it down for my niggas though
give my last to my niggas
all the niggas that was wit me through the whole shit
love y′all niggas, word
my Flipmode niggas, man

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:25

Busta Rhymes - Abandon Ship

[Busta Rhymes]
UHHHH!! You don′t know what we doin right here!

Intro/Chorus One: repeat 2X

One two three we gon′ turn it out
And make you rock to the beat and then scream and shout
We gonna hit you with the shit we got here
We gonna blow your miiiinnnd (blow your miiiinnnd)
Keep it movin like this, keep it movin like that
If I die, I′ma only come back
Yo, I′m saying if you think that you can step to me wrong
Don′t even waste your tiiiimmme (waste your tiiiimmme)

Chorus Two:

You niggaz talk shit then abandon ship
Niggaz talk shit then they abandon ship
Niggaz talk shit, then they abandon ship
Niggaz talk shit then they abandon ship

Verse One: Rampage the Last Boy Scout, Busta Rhymes

I 8Off like the Assassin, now I′m blastin I′m takin over
Stick you for your blue Range Rover
I told ya, Rampage a real live soldier
Been in the game, sinc the age of thirteen
A microphone fiend, so I′m goin to see my P.O.
It′s August the 1st, so I guess I′m a Leo
My P.O., look like Vanessa Del Rio
She pulled my rap sheet, just like, Neo Geo

Hahahaaa! I always roam through the forest
Just like a brontosaurus, born in the month of May
so my sign is Taurus, kick you in your face
like my fuckin name was Chuck Norris, make you sing my chorus
Rock to the beat and then, turn into a walrus
You remain nameless, my victory remains flawless
Acting like you wild, but I know you really harmless
While your time is coming, I make the fat shit regardless

Many niggaz wanna know when the Ramp return
Yo I′m gettin phone calls from that nigga Howard Stern
He wants to know about my Flip Mode click
The way we get down and BUST NIGGAZ SHIT
LP after LP, we make G′s
I run up in your ganks den take you for your keys
I′m not lying or joking, you get broken
Dead in Flatbush, back to Roanoake and...

People always askin me, how your shit be sellin
For makin shit guaranteed to bust your fuckin melon
Police throwed me up on charges like I was a felon
There was no tellin, when I was strikin had you swellin
Cruisin in my Lands, watch the police how they be gellin
Lock you up for days and got a nigga ass smellin
Yo FUCK THAT! You best believe there ain′t no time for dwellin
If you ain′t makin noise you need to kill the fuckin yellin

Chorus One
Chorus Two

Verse Two: Rampage, Busta

Yo, yo, yo I run up in your set like a New York city...
I can′t slip, I beat you down with my vice grip
Your lost, that means you way off course
No remorse, I′m gettin five in The Source

I be saddleback biting motherfuckers like a horse
Turn and toss, niggaz all up in my applesauce
Watch me reinforce, my shit feel good like intercourse
Ever since I was a shorty rockin Hugo Boss

Aiyyo bust it Bust (why) you just made my day
If you didn′t put me on I′d be locked like O.J.
Now I′m writin rhymes hittin shorties everyday
In the full runnin drinkin ice Tanqueray
I don′t eat pork I take a fish fellet
Now I′m knockin out niggaz from .. to .. touche!
Now I′m goin back around the way
I′m rippin shit, like my name was Marvin Gaye

Yo, now I′m back with more Bionic like my name was Colt Seavers
Got you niggaz open like a bunch of wide receivers
Time is on the meter, go clean your act up in the cleaners
Chickenhead, give me some of your chicken fajitas
Yo I beg your pardon, I write my rhymes way past the margins
Squeeze the Charmin, peace to one million men marchin
When you talk shit you really don′t know what you startin
Now your shit is done like a fuckin empty milk carton

It′s on for the nine-six, mad shows at the Ritz
Now we got you open like Fixx
Stickin to your stomach like Quaker Oat Grits
Fisherman hat with my brand new kicks
On the low, I still rock my Girbauds
See the show, I got my nickel plated fo′-fo′
All my rough niggaz open the do′
Cause Boy Scout brings the ruckus and I′m still hardco′

Yo, when I walk streets you know my blade′s a little sharper
Fuck Peter Parker, I cross you like a magic marker
Everytime I hit I always hit a little harder
Blazing to the point where niggaz look a little darker
Catching suntans from my music, fans understand
Making fat shit, I always love to lend a helping hand
Organized rhyme unit like the Poison Clan
While your ride is busted, I be your luxury Sedan
Number one nigga in the chain of command
Breakin fool in school like my nigga Geechie Dan
Aiyyyyyo, I see intruders on my scan
Singin at your funeral like Bobby Bluebland

Chorus One

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:24

Busta Rhymes - We Got What You Want

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah I though all y′all was goin′
Uh, Yeah, yeah, yeah
Were gonna take y′all on a little ride and shit
You mean now, now, now, yeah
We gonna sail in one of them big fat ocean liners on the street
Swim through this mutha fucka
Busta-Bus now, now, now

[Busta Rhymes]
Hop scotch I found a new bounce
Just rock back and fourth while my beat knock (Aurgh!)
Stop chips and cock glocks wit′ clips
Go sailing in hot ships and park big whips (oh!)
Getting′ them whips and bounce outta town
Take trips ride slow through them hoods and park at the main strip
Baby girl gimme yo hand cock fast (c′mon!)
With a number in your hand, hot ass (hold up!)
Shorty actin′ just like she had a hit (on me!)
Fuckin′ while shorty′s busy shakin′ her shit (on me!)
Man stop, just let ‘em flop watch girlfriend let alone cock block
Hot shit make a bitch wanna whine just like a reggae tune
Make y′all niggaz wanna act and bust the AK boom!
Everyday create a may lay today is pay day mutha fucka you better make way!

[Hook]
It′s your night go get your money
Get that dough bounce if ya want
And light that blunt smoke if you got to
Shake yo shit bounce if you have to
Flimode squad back in the spot
With all yo shit bounce in the truck
Yes yes y′all bounce we go what ya want

All my niggaz, all my niggaz
All my bitches!
C′mon!

[Busta Rhymes]
We stay spittin′ on
See what we sittin on
Shittin′ you see how my 20” be fittin′ on nigga
A 100 dollar bill shorty number was written on
Hittin′ shorty on the sink wit′ the lights in the kitchen on
C′mon! move quiet with all the DL chicks
Who carry on Lincoln head up on my CL 6
Hit y′all wit′ the shit split y′all
Chicks all on my whip hoping ya ass fit y′all
We suppose to reach most shit bang
Watch how niggaz bounce in East Coast (Heaighh!)
Choke y′all provoke y′all
Killin′ street everytime we distribute the coke all
Check it, see now a days we caught cribs
And caught big fat loss
Fuck big fat bitches that make cliques back off
The way we prove it to y′all
Is just bang niggaz every time we do it to y′all

[Hook]

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah
Straight black out shit fo show
Making you back yo mack out quick Aiyo (huh)
Yeah we floss and drop pricy things
Talk slick and money and rock icy things
She tried to get that score
By throwing the pussy begging me to hit that raw (uh oh)
We puts it on and watch bitches getting′ a getsy
Flimode up in this mutha fucka just for the record

[Hook]

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:24

Busta Rhymes - Wild Hot

Q-tip:i got the busta bust
Yo, we make the shit wild hot
Busta:we got kamaal
Complete, we make the shit wild hot
Q-tip:i got the busta bust
Yo, we make the shit wild hot
Both:all y’all rude boys lick a shot (gun shot)

Q-tip:i be the all-i-seein’
The mcin’
Human bein’
Soon to be in your museum
When I’m in your colisseum
I’m mcin’
Punishin’ wack niggas for disagreein’
Did you see him?
No, ’cause he move like the wind, in flight
Counter-attack like a jedi knight
If you’re goin’ to think about combatin’
General latin
Of this mc shit you did, killa
You just a private in the lower class
I be the upper at your lawn
Don juan, when the mic’s on
Chief abstract, ace quasimoto
Fuckin’ with me, you’ll be finished like photo
I’m sure to bust your shit like bolo
Black nation needs a team, fuck solo
I can see ya in your eyes the webness
When your ass starts to cry it’s redness
You can witness the style that I kick from the linguistics
But please come, so save it
Dealin’ with the try, but you never can
My nigga busta rhymes about to get his man
Ay yo, we do it like this and then we do it like that
It’s the abstract with the new format
We do it like this and then we do it like that
It’s the busta bust with the new format

Busta:figaro, figaro, figaro
Bust yo shit, scar yo windpipes and make me break yo elbow
Put my foot in your ass slow
Feel the force like a race horse or like a heard of buffalo
Teel me why you be actin’ soft
Freak the spanish flow
Like julio ? lepingpacndahoe?
Freeze like chilly willy the eskimo
Vigilante like steven segal
Now bust the desperado
You fuckin’ with the all time pros
While the zoom lens ammorate niggas from transistor radios
Mission impossible without expose
Once I diagnose those who be creepin’ blow ’em off they tippy toes
Sorry, fake nigga that’s how it goes
Sport the suede-front bullet proof vests in case
You complicate my dough
Handle situations pronto
While appearances got you all hearin’ this when I be doin’ cameos
Shit be wild hot like tabasco
Fuck the fool-ass nigga trespass and caught him in my last zone
Stick a nigga bad like the last hole
Runnin’ up on muthafuckas late night jumpin’ out the astro
No, no,no,no,no
If you violate I start to dictate just like fidel castro
Make you dreadlock yo’ afro
And when I’m done I ride of with theme music by my man d’angelo
We make the shit wild hot

Chorus (x3)

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:23