Busta Rhymes - Light Your Ass On Fire

(feat. Pharrell Williams)

Clones..

[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
Whachu say your name was?
Well um, lookin real sexy right now
You and your girls, are lookin good
Look why don′t y′all take off y′all jackets
What′s your name baby? word? okay
Tell your friend right there this, this my man Busta

[Verse: Busta Rhymes]
Hah, I know you starving for this shit
Baby I′m feeling your hunger
I′m so clean call a nigga Felix Ungar
So what if I said it baby I′m still gon′ tell ya
I hope your ass bigger than Willona and Thelma
Listen, it′s Busta Rhymes bitch I ain′t never fail ya
Your ass all over like paraphernalia, hmm
See the police gon jail ya
For walking around wit the kind of ass that′ll kill ya now
Don′t worry bout it I got money to bill ya
Shorty stacking like a mule, type of shit that′ll scare ya
Headboard bang, bump the side of ya head
Watch how ya ass spread spill all off the side of the bed now, hmm
Now whachu do to the dread? baby your ass really changed
What he initially said because a nigga dead
But fuck em! cause now we vibing and talking and shit
I love to hear your ass go (ga ga goon) when you walking and shit

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
Move girl like your ass on fire - like your ass on fire
Move girl like your ass on fire - like your ass on fire
Move girl I′ll light your ass on fire - I′ll light your ass on fire
Move girl I′ll light your ass on fire - Bitch I′ll light that ass on fire
Move girl I′ll light your ass on fire

[Verse: Busta Rhymes]
Bust it, baby I know you probably really
Need a table cloth to cover your ass
Digging in your pocket while you rubbing yo ass
Shit so big just put the club in yo ass
Prep the H2 park it right infront of yo ass
I see your little gap between your cunt and yo ass
And make you jump inside the whip and smoke a blunt wit yo ass
I′m saying hmm, the shit′ll spread like a rash
The way they ass wiggles see I got the shit on a smash now listen
I light the L smell a wiff of the hash
And bag all the bitches, now watch you see me zip in a flash
I′m saying hmm, now I′m a put you on blast
Just like a tint window when you put your shit on the glass
Bust right through the window then it sit on the dash
And have a nigga driving wreckless till you making him crash
(Hah, c′mon) we making money and shit
Now pop your muffin while we be watching you shaking your shit

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
Welcome to hot in Hazyville
It make you wanna dance till you break your heels
I know you love the way the God make your feel
Now watch me get deeper than a Navy Seal (Navy Seal?)
It got a crazy feel, shit feel like you in a danger field
Hypnotize, stuck it in her, daze for real
That′s exactly why we call this one Hazyville (Hazyville)

[Verse: Busta Rhymes]
Baby, just shake ya ass till you spread on the floor
I noticed that your ass too big for your draws
You need a - a chiropractor just to marry yo ass
To tell the truth you need a tractor just to carry yo ass
Fo reala, you motherfuckers probably think that I′m playing
All bitches love to talk and all that other shit I be saying
And going hmm, see how you putting it down
I love the way you shake it throw it around!

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

Busta Rhymes - Love you

[intro]

Timati
Mariya
Busta Rhymes
And an exclusive of G productions
Ready?
Watch the T go

[CHORUS]
You can call me, when you need me,
I′ll be right there, I′m gonna love you.
And no matter what you look like,
Where you from cause, I′m gonna love you.

[verse 1: Mariya]
Give a kiss, give a hug,
That′s the reason to show love.
With a beast stop crying,
You can get on me to find it.
Lend a hand, help a friend.
What′s the reason,
Tell me what be finding.
Well we could all be happy.
We take it all for granted.

[Chorus]

[verse 2: Timati]
Please save the bay beast
Black white Yellow stop
All let the maybes
Hating, crazy
All a brother needed was a lil′ push
He so quick to push me
Ride of the edge
Write my name in red
Write me off as dead,
[missed]
They deliver.
We keep on sippin′ Patrone,
Forget about the liver.
I was born at the top of the world,
Now i travel round the globe,
Showing love to the world.
Who cares about the kids,
They on drugs.
Little young girls
Selling their bodies for love.
See, we still got drawness manning slavery,
God please save us, make a soul one please...

[Chorus]

[verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Every single day i wake up,
I′m always ready and willing
Always focus on my grind
And i hope you feel what i′m feeling
So much thoughts be on my mind
Going to process of building
Every moment i′m a shine
Cause i′m doing this for my children
See the things i used to do
I was told could be self distructive
Mommy beat me in the head,
′til the things i did was productive
that′s why i count my every blessing
tryin to spead the love equal,
and lead by good example
i′ll always inspire people

[chorus]

[Timati]
It′s time to rid the world of wars,
Hunger and Disease
If we all come together, for the future of our kids
To make it easier for them to live.
What happened to little kids playing on streets,
Old folks stepping to the beat,
I hear the heart beat of the world is getting stronger
I can feel it right now, yeah
I can feel it right here, can you?
I can feel it

[chorus]

Busta Rhymes - Tear Da Roof Off

Yea, Hmmm
Alright now
Yea
After the ultimate world blast that ended all things
this is how we rebuilt shit from the underground up

Bounce nigga bounce bounce bounce nigga bounce bounce
When I come THROUGH, hit y’all with the one TWO
Break y’all niggas that y’all niggas won’t even know what to DO
Break fool, make all y’all people wanna come TO
Feel the force of my shit kickin’ like it was Kung FU
Blast THROUGH, don’t these corny niggas harass YOU
Set a tone in the streets where even the fans blast YOU
Ask YOU niggas, do y’all really want the brand NEW?
Corny niggas just finish your time and over pass DU
HE HA What HO, think it’s way pass your CURFEW
Hit you with some shit that make doctors come have to nurse YOU
YOU YOU YOU
I’m rollin’ with my whole CREW
Bounce threw niggas when ever we surround YOU
Flipmode role THICK, and you know we don’t QUIT
Hit you with some more HITS that make y’all wanna
go SHIT SHIT SHIT
YO make y’all niggas jump BACK
Hit that hurry and pass the rest of the weed BLACK

Chorus(2x):
Rep my crew yo, Flipmode hit you off
YO Y’all know what to do ok, TEAR DA ROOF OFF
OFF OFF OFF, TEAR DA ROOF OFF, YO
Y’all know what do I’m sayin’ TEAR DA ROOF OFF

One more time I hit y’all with a crime
WHILE I be in my rhyme I hear that a drop of a dime
WILDIN’ all in my Tim BOOTS
Now we stackin’ mad LOOT
Everybody holdin and 21 gun soLUTE
Anyway any HOW, I’ma give it to you NOW
You ain’t wildin my nigga, that is something I won’t ALLOW
One Two Three Four, I be knockin’ at your DOOR
Hit y’all niggas with an effect that y’all never felt beFORE
OR leave you with someMORE freaky dicky metaPHOR
Rep for all my niggas who stay reppin’ the hardCORE
Slug it out, bugging out, all off my niggas THUG IT OUT
Tired of all these weak niggas now I’ma RUB YOU OUT
Yo, what you talkin BOUT, make y’all niggas scream and SHOUT
Yo, we bout to blast you out the spot my nigga no DOUBT
DOUBT DOUBT DOUBT
Yo you know we always stay ON
Keep wildin’ before you know it the entire day is GONE
Left RIGHT left, YO no ned to hold your breath
YO, better chill your body up while we beat you to death
DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH
Blast you right threw your chest
YO you know we runnin’ shit and we never settle for less
YO

Chorus(4x)

Yea motherfuckers
Flipmode Squad eternally imperial, powerful, universal
Flipmode Squad, from the underground up motherfuckers
Always remember that
From the underground up
We gonna rebuild this whole shit

Busta Rhymes - Dangerous

Make ya feel good , make ya feel all right
One time
Feel good yea ya′ll
Busta Rhymes in the place ya′ll
Make you feel real good ya′ll
Flipmode is the squad in the place ya′ll

Buck wild for all of my people who don′t care
Lost like a bunch of black millionaires
Makin ya run, me and my gun
Stackin my ones
Lost a little, invest up in a mutual fund
Blowin the horn since of everyday I was born
Everyday I see a nigga layin escapimg my lawn
Dangerous, my niggas shit be accurate
Have to get, the flow be so emasculate
A yo a yo I do my deal sippin my moe
Slippin in slow, them pretty women sayin hello
Any wiggle hittin this play olavola
Little honey dipped in within a little carryvola
I don′t mean to hold you up
But I got somethin to say
Swear to only give you hot shit everyday
Afraid of us, you know this ain′t no game to us
You strange to us
That′s when we gettin dangerous
Come on

Chorus:
This is serious
We can make you delirious
You should have a healthy fear of us
Cause to much of us is dangerous
So dangerous we dangerous
My Flipmode squad is dangerous
So dangerous we dangerous
My whole entire unit is dangerous

Hold your breath
We swing it from right to left
Word to Wyclef
You know my shit t be hot to death
Stayin alive, you know only the stronger survive
Holdin my heat
I love my seat , wippin the five
Baseline for all of my people movin around
Give me a pound
All of my squad holdin it down
Lettin you up
The new shit wrekin you up
Blowin you up
My black hole suckin you up
Back in the days brother use to be left out
Now a brother holdin several money market accounts
Blaze the street and then I would just like to announce
Feelin my grove
My jiga jiga makin you bounce
Others is fare, me and my squad breakin the bridge
Straight gettin it, we got you suckers holdin your head
Afraid of us, you know this ain′t no game to us
You strange to us that′s when we gettin dangerous
Come on

Chorus

One time ya′ll
Throw your hands real high ya′ll
Yea, get down ya′ll
Let me see you all ya′ll
Busta Rhymes, Flipmode ya′ll
Nineteen ninety eight ya′ll
Ha, get down ya′ll, lets have a ball ya′ll

Feelin the heat up in the street rockin the beat
Step up in the club, take me to my reserved seat
Comin around, all of my people surround me
So much bottles are leakin, ya′ll brothers will drown me
Makin ya drunk, feelin the fun, blazin the skunk
Stay hitten with the shit that blow a hole in ya trunk
Afraid of us, you know this ain′t no game to us
You strange to us that′s when we gettin dangerous
Come on

Chorus

Busta Rhymes - We Made It

[ft. Linkin Park]

(Chester Bennington:)
Together we made it we made it even though we had our backs
up against the wall

(Busta Rhymes:)
See a nigga survived the worst
But my life is glorious
But I know that I need to be hurdled and i′m so victorious

Take a look i′m a symbol of greatness now call a nigga
morpheus

As force accumulated the wind and but a believe i′m so
notorious

You know i′ve been buying my bread even though we rapping
now (yes)

And now when u look on my trip higher level tramping now

(Fast Rap)

(chorus-Chester Bennington:)
Together we made it

We made it even though we
Had our backs up against the wall

Forever we waited,
And they told us we were never going to get it

But we took it on the road,
To the riches,
On the road, to the ghetto, on the road, to the projects on
the road, ride with me
On the road, we come and get it on the rooooooad

(Mike Shinoda)
When it all got started we was steadily just getting
rejected
And it seemed like nothing we could do would ever get us
respected
And thus we was stressed and the worst they probably said
was we′re pathetic
Had all the pieces to that puzzle just a way to get
connected and I was fighting through every rhyme
Tighting up every line never resting the question and I was
out of my mind and it finally came time
To do it or let it die so put the chips on the table and
told me to let it fly ohhh
Singing yea

(chorus-Chester Bennington:)
Together we made it
We made it even though we
Had our backs up against the wall
Forever we waited,
And they told us we were never going to get it
But we took it on the road,
To the riches,
On the road, to the ghetto, on the road, to the projects on
the road, ride with me
On the road, we come and get it on the road yeah yeah yeah
yeah!

(Busta Rhymes:)
Look in case you misunderstanded exactly what i′m building
Shit that I could leave for my children (children) children
(children)
Now I only wake up I smile to see how far I come fighting
for sales on a strip
To get hustle from nights in jail on a bench using my
muscles son
To count money

But now I live when I dream you see me finally getting it
Let′s make a toast to the hustle regardless how you did it

Ohhhh singing

(chorus- Chester Bennington:)
Together we made it
We made it even though we
Had our backs up against the wall
Forever we waited,
And they told us we were never going to get it
But we took it on the road,
To the riches,
On the road, to the ghetto, on the road, to the projects on
the road, ride with me
On the road, we come and get it on the rooooooadyeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah!

Busta Rhymes - Anarchy

[CHORUS]
What this world is comin to, to, to
Can you see, see, see, see
What′s in store for you, for you, you, you, you, you, you, you

[Verse 1]
Yo, right before I lay your soul to sleep
Witness the day of your wreckin and wit god on the street
Behold! What the fuck y′all niggas come around here for
We massacre the masses so therefore
Here′s your, invitation to explore
The way we gather up niggas to thoroughly rep for
My street niggas, C′mon!
Stressed niggas, C′mon!
Hungry niggas, C′mon!
Yes, yes y′all, C′mon!
Hope my live motherfuckers pass the test y′all
Prepare for high retribution, and I hope God bless y′all (bless y′all)
Fuck shit up and watch the truth manifest y′all (fest y′all)
Feel it in your guts and the burnin in your chest y′all (chest y′all)
Pushin through just like a wild flood
With such a pain that′s so intense it make y′all wanna cry blood
My slang talk earned a scholarship, from how to style a chick
Influnce rulership and earn another dollar quick (quick)
You need to do the philisophical research
Fuck around and be the next to die you better leave first
Yo, my whole crew extra large, stay charged
Like polytheism havin belief in many gods
I gotta handful of niggas wit a sick disease
Die close to destructive anti-social tendencies
Yo, turn up the treble just a level
Analyze the science deeper than when Musa symbolized the devil
Now let me ask y′all

CHORUS
[you are now in the current state of Anarchy]

[Verse 2]
Ha, all hell break loose
Yo, we fight to the end and never call for a truce
Y′all niggas better pick and choose and select the battles wisely
Always with the same approach and never once surprised me
Ha, however how clever
Niggas is fighting for mad cheddar
Yo, cold like the wind blow in the winter
Make you remember the torture like the frostbite that bit off your finger
This Means War, I said it before
Adrenaline rush, heart beat rapid, sweat wet up the floor
Try to threat and wanna battle me nigga
I′ma show you the major differnce between a dream and reality nigga
Yo, then I continuously hype up a nation
Huddle wit my niggas plan for tomorrow go into isolation
And analyze how many niggas gon lose
Tryin to squeeze they foot up in a pair of great man shoes
And analyze how we was needed to live
Carry out my dooney give the most thanks and be appreciative
Pass this to all my seeds after me
Represent and fight to be that everything my seeds want me to be
The economy has been at it′s best, to all my niggas hungry
Let′s keep weavin and magical methods of makin money
So I′ma rep at my fullest, you can′t spark me
And fight the hardest in the grim current state of Anarchy...

CHORUS

Busta Rhymes - This Means War!

[busta rhymes]
Just make sure them, them drums is smackin
..
This, means, war!!

I work hard to take care of every one of my niggaz
Feel the love and appreciation from all of my niggaz
When I think meditate and contemplate for my soul
Watch the truth manifest once the story unfold
Disloyal motherfuckers i’ma banish you all
And celebrate all in your absence once I get rid of y’all
Sometimes I can’t describe the wicked shit I feel in my heart
Break my silence and sporadically tear you apart
Strike with a serious vengeance and before you die
Put you through the worst and make you take a look in my eye!
So you could witness the extreme damage caused by betrayal
Make you sorry for the fact that you attempted and failed!
Make you eternally suffer, you was one of my mens
Turn your back on me, and i’ma make sure you get it back times ten
Stay true -- now that’s the one thing I religiously pledge
If you ain’t wit me i’ma throw you way over the edge
This means war!!

[ozzy osbourne]
Take a look inside
You can run and you can hide
If you cross my path
I’ll make sure you feel my wrath
Give and you receive
Cherish every breath you breathe
Scriptures on the wall
Those who betray all must fall

[busta rhymes]
As I cherish every blessing and I greet you with hugs
You my peoples when I see you I embrace you with love
Yeah I be the one to come and get you out of the hole
Yeah you be the one to run and leave me out in the cold
So amazing how many times you plot and you scheme
But what you don’t realize, you’ll never conquer my dream
Though devilish karma can’t penetrate the steel in my armor
Time passed, my oppression got you living with drama!
Paranoid of my retaliation, living in fear
Disloyalty will have me kill my brother, sheddin a tear
Such a shame how you could easily get trapped in a zone
And have to go to war with fake niggaz standin alone
Until I get with all my loyal niggaz goin the length
Don’t matter how hard you try you never weaken my strength!
Now I’m with all of my loyal niggaz, breakin the bread
And if you diss the code of honor we takin your head;
This means war!!

[ozzy osbourne]
Take a look inside
You can run and you can hide
If you cross my path
I’ll make sure you feel my wrath
Give and you receive
Cherish every breath you breathe
Scriptures on the wall
Those who betray all must fall

Nobody helps them
Now he has his revenge

[busta rhymes]
Whatchu gon’ do? whatchu gonna do?
Where you think you can run, or you can hide?
Where you think you can run, or you can hide? !!
Where you think you can run, or you can hide? !!!
Where you think you can run, or you can hide? !!!!

I’ma be the best to show love let’s co-operate
Disloyalty is somethin that we won’t tolerate
Deal with these niggaz, let’s put them where they properly go
On the island far away in a place where nobody know
So long fightin the bullshit for so many years
Watchin the danger and niggaz double crossin they peers
Yes I always fight for what is right and put my foot down
Disrespect my love, i’ma be layin you down
This means war!

[ozzy osbourne]
Take a look inside
You can run and you can hide
If you cross my path
I’ll make sure you feel my wrath
Give and you receive
Cherish every breath you breathe
Scriptures on the wall
Those who betray all must fall

Busta Rhymes - Ass On Your Shoulders

[People talking]

[Hook: Kokane]
Likes to go, eventual
Lead you home, come inside
Why you got your ass on your shoulders
Now, tryin′ to spit at a bitch
I lead inside
Why you got your ass on your shoulders

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah bitch put on an outfit, dazzle ya hair
Come in the club fit to take you home and frazzle the hair
Bitch understand I must have got a handle in here
Why you open up ya ass and let me travel in there
Create a scandal in there
Don′t talk, let me pull it out to add another angle in there
Let me ride the back of yo ass like a camel in there
Pussy hot like she lit a fuckin′ candle in there
Remember I was tryin′ to get my drink in the slot
And you was same girl actin′ all stinkin′ the spot
It was funny how I thought I wasted breath on the broad
A friend couldn′t find her cause shorty left with the God
And then I took her back to the crib, you can figure it out
I′m diggin′ it out with the dick in her mouth
Get cha′ homegirl to come start lickin′ ya out
And swingin′ about until I start kickin′ em′ out
Because ya...

[Hook: Kokane]

[Busta Rhymes]
I′m sayin′ she fuck a nigga like she want the God to lay in a hearse
Makin′ me curse, hope you relate to my verse
And what be makin′ it worse
That they be the same bitches frontin′ like they wasn′t with it at first
Actin′ too good for niggas with your ass on your shoulders
But now you′ll be fuckin′ a nigga till he fall in a coma
I remember how you acted in the front of ya friends
As I remember now you give me head in front of my Benz
So now I′m smackin′ it up, while you backin′ it up
With a car load of bitches now I′m packin′ it up
Now ya whole crew comin′ and we whackin′ em′ up
Let me beat the pussy till I start blackin′ it up
Got bitches diggin′ in my back scratchin′ it up
Got em′ screamin′ shatterin′ glass crackin′ it up
Get cha′ homegirl to come start lickin′ ya out
Ass swingin′ about till I start kickin′ em′ out
Because ya...

[Hook: Kokane]

[Busta Rhymes]
Sayin′ in ya crib gettin′ ya shit right sprayin′ yourself
With perfume that mean the dude start playin′ yourself
Ya too fly to let ya friends know ya lovin′ a nigga
So instead ya front like you ain′t really fuckin′ a nigga
But still I really love to sit on my dough
And there′s nothin′ I love when ya keep ya shit on the low
Get cha′ homegirl to come start lickin′ ya out
Ass swingin′ about till I start kickin′ em′ out
Because ya...

Busta Rhymes - Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad

Verse One: Jamal

Taking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the cream
Here to kill your whole scene and your motherfuckin team
Little ′Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me
You probably know some bitch niggaz who wanna murder me
Busta Reggie Murray Ramp and Mercy′s all we need for disaster
For me the microphone master
Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull
Fucky with Mally G if you′re trying to take a fall
Niggaz talk about killin and never get to it
Fuck the yappin, be true to it, do it
Steady scream about your East and your West side
But you ain′t in it when it comes to the homicide
Niggaz better get up off that bullshit quick
Caught up in the limelight gettin way too slick
See em at the shows bout to rock they shit off
Gettin they peeps fucked up cause they block is soft
As for terror, I sever the best of MC′s
Look, little Mally G trippin off these indo trees
About to murder label′s jerkin but mercy us
Def Squad niggaz prophesize like the Perseus
Droppin degrees to zero with flatlines
Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme
One rhyme... one rhyme... just one rhyme
I don′t give a fuck I kill em with just one rhyme
Woo, hah, heh, yahah, you wish that you could get with this
Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it′s
My time to shine and I′m still payin dues
And I′ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker
I only tell you nothin but the real it′s
tight up in the struggle tryin to get this fuckin meal, why?
Niggaz act shifty so I shift a long
three tri three chrome, it′s the same ol song
I seen the shades and the suedes from afar Pah
But hold up do you know who I are?
The M-A-Double, you want trouble you got it the spot is on
You blot it I got it then shot it it′s hot up in your dome
Peace with the chrome piece that I pack
Remember fuck around and catch a Mack to your back

Verse Two: Redman

Who the fuck I be I, you cannot see I
Flabbergasted, blasted, my Magnum P.I.
Oops I lie, I got a cannon bout the size of Grand Canyon
I′m prime time, giving MC′s Knots Landing
Duck, heavens to fuckin Merkatroid
I drop noise that employs the unbelievable
Recline like receding hairline, crime speaks fine
with a nine pull line blind keep mines up my sleeve until
you start to quiver, metabolism splits rivers
I rock so many broads I leave your entourage tender
Like bartenders mix liquor
I serve you over the rocks, I feed you to my flock, now time to click triggers
Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters
raw water turn sons to grandaughters
Ah ha ha ha ha! I bring trouble where, you sleep
So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear, coat
Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo
MC′s dosey do your mics up in this rodeo
My star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
Shuttin down national state buildings with high ceilings
Funk Doc to the spot freeze
Creepin on MC′s like Vietnamese in army fatigues
Def Squad representer
Hit yo′ ass up from the bottom when you enter

Verse Three: Keith Murray

Hey yo once a crack head, always a tack head
You have no craftibility all that shit you talk is dead
As sex drugs and violence, balance the scales of reality
Y′all don′t want no parts of Keith Murray
I′m nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously
Niggaz ain′t shit to me (word up)
You stupid niggaz always got somethin smart to say
And probably can′t even spell TWA
My crew is like police pull up and park anywhere (ERRRRR)
Jump out and get it on right then and there (whassup whassup??)
Niggaz is pussy and ways and actions show it
Most of y′all niggaz dead, and don′t even know it
And Def Squad L.O.D. for life (word up, yeah fuck your life)
Act trife I′ll let my dog cold fuck your wife

Interlude: Announcer

Aiyyo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G
Redman, Keith Murray, bringin the ruckus, the Def Squad
Next up is the Flipmode Squad, this is Howard Cossell
First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout
Lord Have Mercy For, and the In-fer-mous
Busta Rhymes

Verse Four: Rampage

Two one two, I′m living life as a rugged MC
When I step up in your jam yo I′m V.I.P.
Niggaz and bitches be eyein me
I′m spontaneous, I′m wreckin brothers out the frame
Because I′m dangerous
I′m well known like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble
Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile *beeping*
I′m great distance like AT&T
I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Yo I Fades Them All like my man Mally G
Whip a nigga ass for free
And makin sure he see visions of me
Rampage the talk of the town
The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)
I′m comin thorough like a pack of Life Savers
Ask Marley Marl who′s the real Future Flavors
My technique I freak seven days a week
I′m undefeated, you can see my Quantum Leap
I′m hittin brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert
Those who got no publishing they need to get jerked (no doubt)
a hundred percent, I gets down what I invent
Rap artists be dying to a certain extent
Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback
That shit is wack, fade away and never come back

Verse Five: Lord Have Mercy

For now and forever, it′s the, evil that men do
Mental, my inner center Winter
Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor
Invader, evacuate I collapse your major
Straights and lose minds
You′re splits two times, for intruders, for these losers
My maneuvers, drop like lugers
Illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson′s
Splittin blessings, with three Weapons
Lay in the cut like C-Sections, infestin the nine-six
For you mindless, niggaz I smack spineless
Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels
As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, oooh, oooh ooh ooh
Corrupt your minors, like New York City′s finest
lineups, on LSD fine fust, in your sinus
Crush like chinas, opiuMC grinders
My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners
The infiltrator, creator, I′m sinful
Papers stay viscous like religious cults
Leaders that drop scriptures, and rock clips or assault heaters
My Flipmode niggaz, we′re like Afghanistan guerillas

Verse Six: Busta Rhymes

If you want more information look listen and read
While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed
We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed
Satisfy my lyrical semen, plants my Johnny Apple-seed
Mental slave grip on your brain like white people
My music will dominate the population like black people
Utilize my efforts to execersize my inner thoughts
I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts
Hold down the forts smokin drinkin mad quarts
For sports talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts
Let′s get the cream so that we can move up in this fortress
Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits
Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on
Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong
We represent the ultimate unit for the nine-season
Flipmode Squad will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons
Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down
Till they come through like the ATF and shut your shit down
Alcohol tobacco and firearms is how we movin
Raw rapid fire flows while the music keeps you niggaz groovin
I don′t know who the fuck you really think you foolin
You′re so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin
From your conversation the way you come across your shit is off
Malfunctionin my nigga you about to feel the real force
Lay you on your face while I beat you up your head with the holy cross
Exotic niggaz blastin off to the Land of the Lost
If you can′t see this
I recommend some school for the blind by Helen Keller
Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas
Redman and the Rockafellas
Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray sunny days and bad weathers
But still we travel the world like National Lampoon
It′s Busta Rhymes for the whole entire ninety-six SO STAY TUNED!!!
Hahahahahahahahah
Flipmode COMPLETELY getting inside that ass
Def Squad, respek

Busta Rhymes - Enjoy Da Ride

[Busta Rhymes]
"We just sparkle now"
"Yeah, We just sparkle now"
"We just gon′ sparkle now"
"All niggas, yeah, we gon′ sparkle now"
"Yeah, we gon′ shiiine aaand we are gon′ sparkle now"
"Yeah, Yeah we gon....ha"

Yo, Yo You know I be the maestro
Rages are (brand spankin′ fresssshhh!!)
And always with the right glow
Get ya hyper like a nitro taebo cycle
We ′bout to knock it outta sight yo..ha
Ya know I keep a tight flow, ever since a little nigga yo
They always say they might blow
Nowaday we shinin bright yo
Even the cool joints′ll make a nigga straight to wanna fight though
High roller, mind blowin′, wild bonin′
Take y′all niggas for a little ride just like they motherfuckin cyclonin′
Yo, you know my niggas stay holdin′
Now we see some jealous niggas on the side all in they mouth foamin′
While we roamin′ and we zonin′ play the right role
White bowl, we still′ll take a nigga white goal
Before we break fast break glass take trash
I′ll bust ya shit and go and chase ass
I′m sayin′ this now

Chorus (2x) [Busta Rhymes]

All my party people (party people!)
You need to come inside (come inside now!)
Because we got it people (ya know we got it for ya!)
So just enjoy the ride (yeah, enjoy the ride now bitches!)

Yo, you know I be the captain
Blaze it out and bring you all the hottest scene of action
I gotta gotta give it give it to ya (Oooooh!)
Let me light a L pass a glass of henny to ya (Woooh!)
Now let me get my little shine on rhyme on
And give ya shit to keep ya mind on
Check it, I keep toast and rock the most
Break it down blow the sheet up and vanish like a ghost
Whether you′re spanish or speak another language I hope
The way we damage shit I hope you′re the cult, my nigga
Check it, eh, you know I be the champion hands on
And make the bitches get they dance on
Black it out from the back of da house
To the front, whatever you want
Fuck what they yappin about
Eh eh, before we ride we check ransom
Smokin′ the spot, like how we smoked the live in the mansion
Yeah, the way we hold bank roll
Cheddar so thick, sometimes the shit done made me have to stack folds
Ha, we all up in ya asshole
So hot shit possess you and get all in ya damn soul
We got you drenched drippin up in the spot
We took it from you now we holdin′ the rock (D-O!)
The type of shit that make ya rush sometin′ touch sometin′ buss sometin′
And make you wanna go and fuck sometin′
I′m only talking to...

Chorus (4x)

[Busta Rhymes]
"Just float just like we all in the ocean"
"Yeah, yeah, see, we ′bout to sparkle now"
"We are gon′ sparkle now please, now"
"Just let us sparkle now, yeah, yeah, we gon...ha"
"Yeah, ha ha...we gon′ sparkle nooo www!"

Busta Rhymes - The International Zone Coaster

[busta rhymes]
Oh my gosh, oh my gosh
It’s a sunny day and the sky is bright
Take her to the mist everything is right
No need to make bets cause I met a bookie
Today is the day the whole school plays hookie
Why? cause I called dinco d and brown
Cutmonitor milo brings the sound
Before I do that I play myself like a jerk
Make sure momma jamma took her body to work
Okay she is gone so I jet to the phone
Let the whole world know nobody’s home
It’s busta rhymes and I’m feeling irie
Come on over cause I’m having a party
Milo did the right thing and brought the ride
The sound’s too pissed now the party’s live
Tickets in effect, everything’s sweet
As I zoned in my bus, all I had to say is "that beat"
That beat, just keep the same old beat
Check it out y’all, come on, come on
Just keep the same old beat

[dinco d]
On the fourth day of school, hookie wasn’t here
Today’s the first day of a brand new year
There’s girls that’s rubbing butts around the room
Fellas feeling good cause the gates is boom
Zoom to the doom of a sugarplum toon
Me, busta, and brown is gonna rock the mic soon
With a huh! here we go in june
Power cat with the snap in the rules
Throw a misses out, this is all street news
You choose, don’t lose a views
Prices move in like cruise a bruise
Stacked on a four pack stack of freaks
I guess I’ll play hookie for a couple of weeks

[charlie brown]
Six a.m. and I hear my alarm
Rushed to the phone, I called vietnam
He’s asleep so I leave a message
At the tone, you know time is of essence
Quickly I jumped straight into the shower
The baby powder, cause I can’t smell sour
Get dressed, put on my nike airs
Come my hairs, go upstairs
Walk outside to the fruit stand
And dre, kane, he’s the 40’s in hand
Powercat geronimo is in the distance
The fifths are coming, the fifths are coming
Hit up, lit up the blunt and I’m straight
Quarter to eight and my day looks great
Walked to the school with about 40 feet
That means the squad is 20 deep
I zoned

Zone coaster (the international...) (repeat 6x)

[busta rhymes]
Finally by now the whole crew’s in the house
Brown just came and he’s roaming about
Music just started, yo where is milo?
Got a chicken in the room and he’s trying to hide, yo
Next is my man (who? ) gary gennew
Half of the mob and a case of brew
Rumpletilz with the diggum smacks
A get through the door with the cracker jacks
Classic from medina cold looking very hard
Next to the door came the yardman scard
Into my crib to find the inchie at last
Kallie any crew with my boy shabazz
Shake it time iller to settle the score
Then powercat through the locks on the door
Bugging at the jam like I’m cyclone
Now an hour to seven come to find out that I’m zoning
Huh, check it out, yeah

[dinco d]
No school? cool
I’ll just fool around off school grounds
Too many kids doing bids in detention
I’m just chilling, what is this they mention?
L.o.n.s. to the set, look he has a gun
’91 is fun, lots of baked buns
Prepare the wine to a reggae cut
Not (not) not (not) who (what) what?
Mom, a bomb, sound the alarm
Leave the dance before she causes some harm
I go out the backdoor with a hard bone
Look at the clock and then I start to zone

[charlie brown]
Got to the hive, no one was there
Truant officers began to stare
Called dinco d but he’s not home
Drop another quarter into the phone
Call busta rhymes, what’s up my man?
(having a party, understand? )
Where’s dinco d, you know, the d?
(here’s the phone) (sup c.b.? )
I’m coming (hurry up, hurry up!)
Milo started throwing on all the cuts
Walking to the crib and I heard "hello"
Turned, it was epitome and shemello
Told them the scoop and I kept stepping
Almost had to stop and I started sweating
Rob pulls up, he says "come on get in"
Place was packed with stupid skins
Got to busta’s crib and grabbed a 40
Cracker jack’s habit, naughty naughty
Grabbed the gold tone microphone
Woke up saturday, I zoned

Zone coaster (the international...) (repeat 16x)

Busta Rhymes - Make it Hurt

We gon′ change things
Yea, Genesis niggaz
We gotta introduce y′all to the motherfuckin new millenium bounce
Yea, two-thousand and one hot shit hot shit c′mon
All my niggaz in the place, all my bitches in the place
C′mon, c′mon, let′s get to it
Let′s get to it, let′s get to it
All my niggaz and my bitches let′s get to it
New milleni-nigga bounce, new millenium bounce
C′mon, c′mon, c′mon

[Verse One]
Aiyyo it′s colder than a muh′fucka, who just let the hawk in?
Nigga guess who just walked in?
Lynch, most (?) makes them other niggaz sit upon the bench broke
Then I step up in a trenchcoat nigga
Got no time to be fuckin with them wonderama niggaz
Let me loosen up your bra-strap mama nigga
LISTEN UP! Look how we be rippin up and got the party pickin up
and got you niggaz spittin up SHIT
No pain, nigga never no gain, nigga no strain
O.D. into my cocaine music
Spit that venom; pretty thick bitches walk by
If you let ′em pussy printin through they denim
Take her for a ride ′round the block, let her enjoy the whip
Drop her off, let her walk the strip
Ain′t it funny how nature work?
Make bitches wanna bounce on a nigga ′til they make it hurt, c′mon

[Chorus]
Shake yo′ shit until you make it hurt
Throw yo′ pussy ′til you make it hurt
Pop that shit until you make it hurt
Bounce ′til you really wanna make it hurt
Now bang yo′ head until you make it hurt
C′mon, stomp yo′ feet until we make it hurt
Pound that shit until we make it hurt
Until we make it hurt, now let′s make it hurt

[Verse Two]
Are we ever gonna stop nigga? HECK NO!
Shit now let me rip the muh′fucka from the get-go, nigga
Let go ′fore you make a nigga wanna let the tec blow
Bitches dancin like a stepshow, nigga
Violate nigga, you gets no love, ghetto
Only give a nigga show love ditto
Your clique too little, fuck givin niggaz a riddle
Fuck around I turn your wife into a widow
Nitro nigga, make you wanna wild on the floor
like a bunch of little psycho niggaz
Presto, shit we got a expo of bitches in here
Whylin like a bunch of lesbo bitches
The best show of bitches, so electro bitches, c′mon
Get on your mark, get ready set go bitches
Then we go and add a little propane to it
Then we send another whole flame through it
Clear everything in my path, before I split you in half
You wack nigga, better get you a staff
The freak bitches try to hit me with math
Brushin off wack niggaz while them same bitches givin me ass, yo
Now let me give you more hot shit, just for the record
and make bitches wanna get ass-naked, c′mon
Party ′til you wanna lash out
Better yet, y′all niggaz party ′til you motherfuckin pass out!

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
C′mon! Throw yo′ hands up high y′all
Light yo′ L, get high y′all
Shit you can′t deny y′all
Don′t lie y′all, don′t try y′all
All my niggaz inside y′all
C′mon, let′s start that shit y′all
C′mon, and you know we won′t quit
Then bang niggaz with hit after hit y′all, c′mon
In the meantime nigga just pass me the Henny, c′mon
Little Cris′ and a bottle of the Remi
Write a bit and STILL sortin it out
Flipmode up in this muh′fucka nigga, whatchu talkin about?
Hold up - a lot of people ain′t compatible nigga
They be buggin on how a nigga spend capital nigga
Ain′t it funny how nature work?
Hot shit′ll make ′em bounce ′til she really wanna make it hurt, c′mon

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

Busta Rhymes - Still Shining

RRRRRROAW RRRR.. RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW
til my dragon baby stop whinin
I see my influence still..

RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW
til my dragon baby stop whinin
I see my influence still..

RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW
til my dragon baby stop whinin
I see my influence still..

RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW
til my dragon baby stop whinin
I see my influence still shinin

Hah!
Hit you with my ultraviolence
Skin cancer causing laser beam flow then causing riot
Oh shit! I′m gon′ give you
more and more (hah) flows that′s gon′ help you
see who got the real raw -- you can watch me wreck (huh)
for the entire nine seasons
Cold-blooded flow that got you motherfuckers freezin
You (you) must (must) find (find) your style
Identify with your own profile! Uhh uhh
Niggaz don′t understand what we be talkin about
Designed especially for biters who try to figure it out!!
Huh, WHOOOO! Ice Capades all over beats son
while I smoke your Phillies all the way down to the last one (HAH)
Yo watch me skyrocket (HUH)
Prop me for my flow then get your hand out my pocket
As the world keeps on turnin
Killing microphones as the nigga most determined
Keeping biters fiending like this was they last serving
Stay away from fake motherfucks like Mark Fuhrman
Got your whole entire +Little House on the Prarie+ burning
Stick me for my rhyme like you stuck me for my Sherlings
Yo, you must be out your fuckin mind
The only thing you really need to do is chill and watch the sun shine

RRRR.. RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW
til my dragon baby stop whinin
I see my influence still shinin

Hah, hah, hah, hah
Hoh, hoh, hoh, HAHHHHHHHH!

Hey, get with this here roll call
Keep my peoples movin like a U-Haul
Then I′m gonna hit you, wit that
shit that′s sure to make your dome crack
Watch me knock you down
You′ll be surprised how quick the fuckin word will get around
A biter came up missin and the bitch was never found, YO
I come with shit, so sure, to hit
Hit you til your motherfuckin dome split
Counterfeit niggaz need to sit back up off of it
And if you don′t listen you deserve whatever you get
*gasping for air* Just a moment, let me take a breather
Got you niggaz sweatin coal, like you caught the fever
Just to know my every move you fuck a freak psychic reader
For those who bite my flows I got to always pack my heater
Yo, I was the one that (hah) made a nigga cough (huh)
Soft (hoo!) Wait quick to turn a nigga off
Yo, I′m quick to break a niggaz spine
and any effort made by those who try to take mine

RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW
til my dragon baby stop whinin
I see my influence still shinin

..

RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW
til my dragon baby stop whinin
I see my influence still..

RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW
til my dragon baby stop whinin
I see my influence still..

RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW
til my dragon baby stop whinin
I see my influence still shinin..

Busta Rhymes - Hail Mary

[Intro: Eminem]
Makaveli, rest in peace
Irv Gotti, too much Bacardi in his body
Mouth like a 12 gauge shotty (feel me!)
{*starts singing chorus in background*
And this bitch said he should be
The lost forgotten seed of Tupac
To lead this industry into the ways of the man
Follow me...!

[Chorus: Eminem]
Come get me
If you motherfuckas want Shady
If Pac was still here now
He would never ride with Ja
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

[Verse 1: Eminem]
You ain′t no killa, you a pussy
That ecstasy done got you all emotional and mushy
Bitch is wearin′ rags in photos, Ja′s words bein′ quoted
In The Source stealin′ Pac′s shit like he just wrote it
You loudmouths, pray to God hopin′ no one′s listenin′
See 50 comin′ for me I′ma guard my, my position
No one′ll pay attention to me, please Gotti
Here I go, give me this pill
Ecstasy done got me feelin′ so invincible
Now all a sudden I′m a fuckin′ mad man who screams like I′m Pac
But I′m not, enemies, Hennessy
Actin′ like I′m great, but I′m fake, I′m crazy
Sweat drip get me off this trip, someone stop this train
Some say my brain is all corrupted fuckin′ with this shit
I′m suck, I′m addicted to these drugs, I′ma quit
sayin′ motherfuckas names before somebody fucks me up
Ain′t no pussies over here partner, see you in hell, fucka

[Chorus: Eminem]
Come get me
Motherfucka, if you want Shady
If Pac was still here now
He would never ride with Ja
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Get off that E
′Fore you try to come and fuck with me
It′s Aftermath gettin′ down, Shady Records got it locked
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Penitentiaries is packed with promise makers
Never realize the precious time that bitch niggaz is wastin′
Institutionalize my bitchez bring me product by the bundle
Hustle hard for my sale, G-Unit motherfucka, we ballin′
Catch me countin′ cheese and when I′m callin′, do you accept my calls?
Still let me sip on Hennessy, can I sip some more?
Hell, I done been to jail, I ain′t scared
Mama checkin′ in my bedroom, I ain′t there
I got a head with no screws in it
Motherfuckas thinkin′ they can stop 50, they losin′ it
Lil′ nigga named Ja think he live like me
Talkin′ about he left the hospital took nine like me
You livin′ fantasies nigga, I been checkin′ deposit
When your lil′ sweet ass gon′ come out of the closet?
Now he wonderin′ why DMX blowed him out
Next time grown folks talkin′, bitch, close yo mouth
Peep me, I take this war shit deeply
Done seen too many real niggaz ball to let these bitch niggaz beat me
Black Child, you′s a motherfuckin′ punk and you′ll see me with gloves
Quit scarin′ them fuckin′ kids with yo ugly ass mug
And you can tell them niggaz you roll with whatever you want
But you and I know what′s goin′ on
Nigga payback, Tah, I know yo bitch ass from way back
Witness me strap the mac, knew I don′t play that
All these old rappers tryina advance
It′s all over now, take it like a man [haha!]
Irv lookin′ like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick
Tryina playa hate on my shit
Man, eat a fat dick!
Lovin′ this shit, that′s how you made me
Feelin′ like I got you niggaz crazy
Uh huh, against all odds
Hopin′ my thug motherfuckas know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds
Up in the studio gettin′ blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Ay yo, I been one of the most humble
Reppin′ streets to the core
Ay Jeffrey, what the fuck you come and bother me for?
It′s been a long time comin′, like a blessing to check you
See, 106 & Park fans don′t even fuckin′ respect you
It′s kinda funny, wanna be Pac, wanna fake like he thug
Runnin′ around talkin′ shit that he ain′t capable of
Now let me off this cock sucka, watch me handle you nigga
If I recall, Violator used to manage you nigga
They took a closer look and realized you wasn′t impostured
There′s never been a Violator on the Murder Inc. roster, dumbass
Now, who shootin′? A www, made you look!
You said Bust′ singin′ the same old hook? You stupid!
If y′all shootin′, I take a look at yo man
The bitch shot himself in front of Def Jam
Chedda bob ass niggaz, start adjustin′ yo plan
You let the streets down nigga, apologize to yo fans
Watched you pull a lil′ stunt like we ain′t know what it was
Lil′ faggot, desperate tryina reestablish a buzz
I know the shit is drivin′ you crazy, you wonderin′ how
The streets ain′t never want you, Beatrice, whachu gonna do now?
Now if you wanna beef with me, then I′m beefin′ with you
I think about the game and what it′s like and
{*imitating Ja Rule* "What would it be without you?"
You finished, I ain′t tryina repeat this
Just ′cause I′m cool, you shouldn′t take my kindness for weakness

[Busta Rhymes talking]
Oh shit... it was fun...
Next time you got a problem man...
Address me before you try to make the shit a public issue homey...
Now I′ma return back to my regular self...
And have fun again... one!

Busta Rhymes - Survival Hungry

Chorus: repeat 3X

All my niggas dirty
Hungry and thirsty
Hitcha like 30 30 for watcha worst see
Ya know we got to get this money
Survival hungry

Verse One:

A yo ooh baby
What I feel is just, ha
The type of shit that make you act stupid for real, but a
Ya′ll, before ya try to wear these you need to hear these
Welcome all ya′ll to my world series
Ya ya ya
Elaborate on Busta Rhymes theories
Ya ya ya
I could bust your ass from half a ball Mcs
Ya ya ya
Never disrespect these monumental creating new flow
The full blast we′ll hit′em hit′em hit′em high hit′em low
And while your style will soften, then my mind will drift often
To illusions of my lyrics given you massages in the coffin
The boom shock ooh wee
Horny nigga crash into a motherfuckin tree
I visualize shit and we in the place to be
Extra strength nigga bett′s ta mind the party
Full fears I just pierce of in the place
Make the spot look scarce and peruse
Needles in ya face
Fuck dumb shit straight up
Keep it bouncin baby make sure you hold your wait up
A ha
Yea, just watch how the flow will change up for sure
Rippin until my niggas walk out the door

Chorus

Verse Two:

Ya′ll, I refuse to lose
Look at the news and read the interviews
Flipmode is da squad
A unit made of many crews
Give me the whole entire wheel of fortune
Makin a sacrifice no matter what the shit be coustin
And while you coughing I be flawsine like a fuckin dolphin
A lot of bitch rich niggas expernce extortion
This hours born when I′ma form
I drop a million in a one stony rocks on niggas like a fuckin hailstorm
I pulnternal my new flow
Put on your funeral home suit
And exacuted with a bang shoop
The blow torch been ignited
Those who seem exited, ha
I′ma bout ? bunch of bitch niggas and they extradited
You soundin so sloppy
Like a broken muffler draggin behind an older lobby
Once the bomb drops here′s to aftermath
Scientist tried to disscet my way and formulate my craft
Worrying bout how I achieve things
The way I antilze shit and how I proceed things
My style is real like bear skin imported from the Pursuance
Follow my excoriation all the way till you feelin the newer vibe version
I complete the after feat
Destroy who ever complicate the way how I eat
Survival hungry nigga

Chorus

Busta Rhymes - Gimme The Light

[Busta Rhymes]
Ay yo Sean Paul!!!

[Sean Paul]
Yo yo

[Busta Rhymes]
A Busta Rhymes, listen up

[Sean Paul]
Wah gwaan

[Busta Rhymes]
Pass me the blow torch let me light up this big head nigga

[Sean Paul]
No doubt

[Busta Rhymes]
Bring dat come rudebwoy

[Sean Paul]
A Dutty Yeah!!!

[Busta Rhymes]
Flipmode check it!!!

[Sean Paul]
Just gimme the light and pass the dro! Buss anotha bottle a moe
(Huh huh huh huh huh come on)
Gal dem inna mi sight and I got to know (Yeah, yeah)
Which one is gonna catch my flow (Busta Bus now)
Cause I′m inna di vibe and I got my dough! (Yeah, Sean Paul now)
Buss anotha bottle a moe
(Remix, remix, remix) Gal dem lookin hype and I got to know!!!
Busta Rhymes

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah yeah check it, clap oonu hand oonu fi clap oonu hand
Busta Bus inna di place oonu fi clap oonu hand
Seh mi and Sean Paul link up come fi create a plan
To go a dancehall buss it up and mek couple grand
Run the streets you never move without the rest of the clan
With a nine in the door panel in the side of the van
Despite the hate that be always comin for you and your man
It′s Flipmode and Sean Paul nigga, understand

[Sean Paul]
Tell dem nuh ready fi di level weh di Dutty deh pon
Turn up di bass and di treble music a di weopen
Gal a whine up dem waist like a phenomenon
All over di world oonu fi sing this a song yo

[Sean Paul]
Just gimme the light and pass the dro! Buss anotha bottle a moe
Gal dem inna mi sight and I got to know (Yo, yo, yo yo yo)
Which one is gonna catch my flow (Check it)
Cause mi inna di vibe and I got my dough! (Flipmode baby!)
Buss anotha bottle a moe (Come on, Sean Paul baby!)
Gal dem lookin hype and I got to know!
(Come on, yeah, yeah, Busta Bus now!)

[Busta Rhymes]
We be blazin cellular phones in wire or cingular
And still gotta connect to smoke a piece of the rizla
See if you could in a philly or a chalice I′m givin you
The chance to smoke up until a ugly chick look like Vivica Fox
Clap oonu hand oonu fi clap oonu hand
Busta Bus inna di place oonu fi clap oonu hand
Seh mi and Sean Paul link up come fi create a plan
To go a dancehall buss it up and mek couple grand

[Sean Paul]
Cause Busta Bus will never stop and Sean-A-Paul will never quit
Keep doin di Dutty Rock I mek dem gwaan buss pon it
Pony Tail a bruk out and every man a seh she fit
So di Dutty keep it bright up and lit yo

[Sean Paul]
Just gimme the light and pass the dro! (Check it!!!)
Buss anotha bottle a moe (Ha!!! Huh!!!)
Gal dem inna mi sight and I got to know
(Flipmode baby! Busta Bus baby! Sean Paul now! check it!)
Which one is gonna catch my flow
Cause mi inna di vibe and I got my dough!
Buss anotha bottle a moe (Come on!!!)
Gal dem lookin hype and I got to know!!! (Remix, Remix, Come on!)

[Sean Paul]
Yo! Well every dance that we touch it get hype up (Hype up)
And every stage yo we done it bun right up (Right up)
Mi wanna push up oonu left and oonu right up (Right up)
Because di lyrics dem a blast till night up (Night up)
Come on don′t act slight up and fight up (Fight up)
Mi haffi tell dem seh Jah Jah unite up (Nite up)
A one ting Sean-A-Paul yet fi sight up (Sight up)
When mi red and when mi high like a kite up, Busta

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, di dro dat a di ting weh we need
Gallang go crush all a di bud and crush di whole a di seed
Mek we smoke all a di boom until di eye dem a bleed
Or we bun all a di herb and smoke a pound a di weed

[Sean Paul]
Just gimme the light and pass the dro! Buss anotha bottle a moe (Huh!)
Gal dem inna mi sight and I got to know (Ha!)
Which one is gonna catch my flow (Huh!)
Cause mi inna di vibe and I got my dough! (Come on!)
Buss anotha bokkle a moe
Gal dem lookin hype and I got to know! (Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!)
(Yo!) Just gimme me the light and pass the dro!
(What! What! What! What!) Buss anotha bottle a moe
Gal dem inna mi sight and I got to know (Huh! Huh! Come on!)
Which one is gonna catch my flow
Cause mi inna di vibe and I got my dough! Buss anotha bottle a moe
Gal dem lookin hype and I got to know!

[Sean Paul]
Yo yo yo, A Dutty Yeah

[Busta Rhymes]
Huh!

[Sean Paul]
Remix king, well yuh dun know, Busta Rhymes, Sean-A-Paul

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, Busta Bus now, yeah, Sean Paul now
Yeah, remix, remix, remix, yeah, yeah, remix!

Busta Rhymes - The Body Rock

[Puff Daddy]
See when we like to make you shake your ass, move your hips
So we gonna do a little something like this
Flipmode, Bad Boy
Check this out

Tell me how it feels, is it hot is not
Does it drop cash like a slot
Does it stay streeted go pop
Checkin out what Flipmode got, mad hip-hop
Chartin number one, drinks in the sun
Eighty times so we can get sponged, shake it hon
All a brother know is make the hit get the dough
Makin grandmas hit the floor, really though
It′s my thang my slang
Rich motherfuckers gettin chicks at the
Bringin my team to the joint wit Alan Iversan runnin on point
Don′t smoke a spliff on the joint
And when you see they on point
Cause I, I be that nigga wit the million dollar figures
Gettin all up in they bitches
Leavin they pussy in stitches, uh

[Rampage]
Aiyyo I′m on to the next level
I′m gettin rich, friends said I switch
I got me a bad chick, live up in the hills
Pay my mom′s bills, recoup a half a mil
Still got my deal, pop the 700 Benz-o
you never seen, cash money fiend
A lot of cats wanna dream
Pack a shorty black or Phillipian
The way I eat my shrimp with steam
I′m the man with the gangsta lean, what, what
Yo I split your whole spleen if you know what I mean
Call me little rabcash, I get you for your stash
VIP pass, ave all the gas, I make it last

Chorus: Busta Rhymes

To my people in the front if you ready to bump a say
"Don′t stop the body rock"
To my people in the back if your not a wack a say
"Don′t stop the body rock"
To my people in the left if you hot to death a say
"Don′t stop the body rock"
To my people in the right wanna party tonight just say
"Don′t stop the body rock"

[Mase]
Since Mase refuse to lose, we makes numeral moves
Cause I′m smoother than them dudes and them two thousand dollar shoes
When I move to new Jerus, cause I like the cruise
and my six double-o, blast weed, love the dough
I′m that Goodfella, what the hella they can tell me
Smoke my la la out in LA, who′s ready
Juice heavy back in blue Chevy
See angealan they winnin, a nigga need the chedda
Cause I′m more in a broad way
With all A′s and platinum
There been many things we touch
Never had in finance so I never had to deduct shit 1.8
And every week I have to re-up
So what, so what

[Busta Rhymes]
Aiyyo check out the way me and my niggas always be whippin shit
The way that I display no flavor and do it so intricate
Pidda and padda padda and pidda over with the shit
U u u u u oh y′all niggaz be yappin to make me sick of it
Hit you wit shit that y′all niggaz never ever forget
Fuckin wit my niggaz just like you playin russian roulette
Ooh me and my whole baton coming soon
Make a make room, we diesel like a bunch of balloons
A yo yo make ya damage, all of my niggaz damage ya
Tryin to alter our lavage liven niggaz y′all turn savage
Yo Flipmode and Bad Boy collabo′
Makin sure all of you niggaz all stay home

Chorus 2X

Busta Rhymes - All Night

Turn it up (ha ha ha)
Flimode (ha ha ha)
Busta Rhymes (ha ha ha)
Another banging niggas (ha ha ha)
Another banging niggas (ha ha ha)
Another banging niggas (ha ha ha)
Another banging niggas (ha ha ha)

Chorus:

All night
To my east niggas West Coast and dirty south,
we make ya wave your hands up high
Light L′s and drink some liquor it make ya wild out
All night
To my niggas and my bitches get money
If ya running with me
Wave your hands up high
A yo I can′t see y′all
You know we hang out in the streets y′all
All night

Yes yes y′all
I be the god up in the flesh y′all
Bless y′all
With nothing but the best y′all
Finesse shit and leave the spot up in a mess y′all
Bitches, you know the street shit caress y′all
Sex y′all
And put a bounce up in your breast y′all
Yes y′all we about to taste the success y′all
And quiz niggas like a fucking drug test y′all
And check y′all
And let the livest niggas step in
I keep the burner, what you think I′m turning mine in?
What the fuck,
Now all my live motherfuckers boggart or bring it straight to the front
And let me give y′all niggas just what you want
More fire for ya fresh off the press
Shit blazing to death
Bitches lust talking under they breath
Hope you niggas know to put on your vest
Or get a hole in your chest
Who in this motherfucker
Take you a guess

Chorus

Yeah-Yeah All my niggas
Yeah-yeah all my bitches
Yeah-yeah all my thugs
Yeah-yeah all my soldiers
Yeah-yeah all my honeys
Yeah-yeah all my playas
Yeah-yeah all my live niggas c′mon
Yeah-yeah
The grand finale y′all
Put it down and always repping for my family y′all
What, lets form a nation wide rally y′all
Of gutter niggas that will piss up in the alley y′all
Fuck it, now I know you know my rep nigga
And how it′s hard to figure out my next step nigga
So step nigga, nigga sit your ass down
The way I mash down
Will only leave a legacy for me to pass down
Don′t speak unless you′re spoken to
Get broke in two
Flipmode we be the chosen few
Yeah nigga entrap y′all
I know some niggas that′ll clap y′all
And strap y′all
Up to a post and back slap y′all
Put y′all in a mailbox and leave open the flap y′all
That′s the hap′s that make niggas take forever naps y′all
Strap y′all all up inside of your seatbelts
The beats felt like a fire watch the heat melt
Your patent leather stack cheddar nigga
Now or never
Better, whatever nigga feel this hot Beretta
Cause when we come you know we hit you with that shit for the head
With nough shit just like the Lox and the dread
Me and my niggas we be breaking this bread
With all the blood that we bled
See we was broke, now we flossing instead
The shit I drop will never leave you mislead
Might leave you tired of bed
Shit ain′t over till′ the party is dead

Chorus: repeat 2X

Yeah all my live bitches let me see you just
Wave your hands up high
And all my niggas running around getting pussy
All night

Busta Rhymes - Grinch 2000

[Jim Carrey]
This is a Flipmode Squad
Jim Carrey collabo
Now what?

[Busta]
Ugh, hallelujah
Kids hear this come on
While I′m lacing and tryna prepare this
For y′all, oh well I got a story to tell
About a dude I met once, miserable as hell
How grouchy he was
And how slouchy he was
And when he talked, you′d smell his breath
And how lousy it was
And if you daydreamed, he′d give you pinch
Now let me tell you about Mr. Grinch
Every holiday season while we was young, growing up
Everything be cool when Mr. Grinch show up
Always plottin′ and schemin′ to ruin everybody′s holiday season
And never had a justifiable reason

[Jim Carrey]
Yo B I had my reason
They call me The Grinch
I tried to live the given
But it was making me winch
I see happy kids whitless
"Merry Christmas" they shouted
I stole the gifts
And there was nothing anyone could do about it

[Chorus]
You′re a mean one, Mr. Grinch
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You really are a heel
You′re as cuddly as a cactus, (uh) you′re as charming as an eel
Mister Grinch
(Busta Rhymes, Jim Carrey, Mr. Grinch)
Mister Grinch

[Busta]
He was an angry little dude with a horrible attitude
And he′ll show you some gratitude
If you let him ruin your mood
Everybody knew about him from here to Baton Rouge
He remind me of the crazy lost cousin of Mr. Scrooge
Word to mother

[Jim Carrey]
Yes, it′s my favorite day
You let me take all your gifts
And just yell my name!!
(MR. GRINCH)
After that I′ll be on my way
Just to return and successfully ruin your day

[Busta]
Okay for the record
What the hell made you like that?
So grouchy and grimy
How everything about you is whack
Ay yo I know you all can tell
From all the talk from his mouth
You better set some big traps
Around the gifts in your house
State of the art surveillance
Just to give it a boost
You sleep with one eye open
With a couple wild dogs running loose, now
He′s definitely not the dude you can trust
He be bouncing with all your goods
And leave you biting the dust

[Chorus]
You′re a mean one, Mr. Grinch
You really are a heel
You′re as cuddly as a cactus
You′re as charming as an eel
Mister Grinch, Mister Grinch

[Busta]
Grinch come around safe guard your things
You better safe guard your money
Safe guard your bling
You gotta safe guard your crib
Safe guard your g′s
You gotta safe guard the stash and the car keys
You gotta listen up to what we talking about
Yeah it was better when the Grinch was never coming around her
Time after time again
Never mind he already took the liqour out your Heineken
He already quick to try again
To steal the gifts another way
And give you all a different style again
Why you stackin′ and you trying to swell
You best believe Mr. Grinch schemin, dude stay coneiving ass
Ay yo he stay schemin′ when you thinkin′ he not
Looking over your shoulder
Peepin′ everything you got
(He, he, he Busta Rhymes I will get you too)
Relax duke you need to chill
Something seriously wrong with you

[Chorus]
You′re a mean one, Mr. Grinch
You really are a heel
You′re as cuddly as a cactus
You′re as charming as an eel
Mister Grinch, Mister Grinch
You′re a mean one, Mr. Grinch
You really are a heel
You′re as cuddly as a cactus
You′re as charming as an eel
Mister Grinch, Mister Grinch

[Jim Carrey]
I wanna give a shout out to the West Side of Who-ville

Busta Rhymes - Hey Ladies

Here we go now, yea
C′mon, yea, check it

[Verse One]
I said my solo jump off, been boomin since nine-six
My solo jump off, been boomin since nine-six
Hittin trippin the circuit breaker, flickin the light switch
The kid like is he known for givin you wild hits
I keep my name on the way on top of the now list
Bangin on every level, droppin the now shit
It′s like the feelin after watchin a couple of (?) flick
And once you hear the kid, you′ll be knowin the sound sick
Spaz in the club, watchin the crowd flip
That′s when I knew the crown was up for whoever the crown fit
Nowadays while I go bag me a fine bitch
Bitch watchin my pocket, seein we wild rich
Shorty hopin we smellin nothin like foul fish
While you swingin ass at the devil, claimin you righteous
A lot of haters I′m knowin you like this
While you floss unnecessarily, sippin on wild Crist′

[Chorus]
I say LADIES, my MERCEDES
Hold fo′ in the back, two if you fat
Feel it all in your gut, your neck and your back
When you step up in the club I know you know how to act
Hey SOLDIERS, get your floss on
Va-let in the lot, park the Yukon
Shorty shakin her waist, and rippin her thong
Now all my people are muggin and singin the song, I′m sayin

[Verse Two]
Shit still boomin in two-thousand and three
My shit still boomin in two-thousand and three
And we don′t give a fuck about who you claimin to be
My jewels blind bitches where they ain′t able to see
These fools try to talk just a little much to a G
They say the wrong shit, they head just might end upside of a tree
Clear my thoughts just a little, pass me a cup of tea
Takin different constant boats, from the land to the sea
I got my paper see, I ain′t doin nuttin for free
Unless it′s for the hood, it might cost you a small fee
Niggaz all in the street, whylin whippin the V
Clever from New York to Chicago back to the D
Check it, take it back like when I was flippin a ki
Bonin chicks, holdin titties like they was Pamela Lee
You know I mastered the art and got it down to a tee
And keep it goin add enough spice, we holdin the recipe
Big paper we makin, all of my crew agree
Stack more and bust up a bottle of Hennessy
In case you niggaz ain′t even knowin my pedigree
Invested in resorts for the niggaz who go and ski
If you ain′t know the streets is belongin to me
I get my people from the hood and then take ′em all on a spree shoppin
While you niggaz is busy coppin the pleas
We busy blowin frontin like you ain′t knowin my stee′

[Chorus]

Yea, snap yo′ fingers, c′mon
[heavy breathing]
Here we go now, yea
C′mon

Busta Rhymes - Live it Up

Yeah
Pick up the pace now
C′mon
Yeah
This feel like that tight shit
That make you just go get the keys to your whip
And just bounce
Bounce bounce bounce
N′ah mean
Go stop at the little spot
Get you a little bag of the lye
And just bounce bounce

Yo
Now watch a nigga tongue kiss the track like it was fried chicken
Spicy seasoning was finger licking
Everything looks grand and I feel so good today
Jewels jingling below my belly
You know we steady talk shit to them bitches when we be on the celly
Four wheelin′ with a fifth of henny
See now we whippin′ and we dippin′ through traffic
Like we don′t give a fuck
Niggas follow how we bounce in the truck
Then we whylin and we thugging a little
Yo we ain′t wylin′ much
A little mellow from the spark of the dutch
Down shift, throw it in the fifth gear with my foot on the clutch
Speed balling, like we all in a rush
While we switch a couple of lanes
Flick my little hazard light on
Better pull over and get on the lawn
Yo, move the barricade, and let my niggas park on the block
Make a grand entry up in the spot
You know we only here to take all of the food out the pot
It′s only right cause niggas know we be taking they slack

Now let′s get high, and let′s get drunk
You feel that bounce, then turn it up
You light your L, and blaze it up
Get in the game, and change it up
Come in the spot, and flame it up
Let′s get this dough, and live it up
Let′s get this dough, and live it up
Let′s get this dough, and live it up

Yeah, so amazing, we blazing and changing the bounds
Grazing y′all niggas, with something aiming to taking you out
We never resort to any measure to keep you with me
Wylin′ with a sinky rinky dinky ring on pinky
Follow the simple flow that′ll cripple y′all niggas
Drop the shit that′ll shake and just ripple y′all niggas
What, your boom scheme, get with the new thing
Hit you and get y′all niggas, all into the new swing
Ah, tally it up, rally it up
From the streets to the alley, from the Eastern Cali and up
I′m talking dope, all of my niggas, all of my bitches
Give you something that′ll split you up
And leave you with stitches
Looking pathetic, I hit y′all niggas with the kinetic
Make you respect it, and beat you in the head till you get it
Take off my jacket, hope you can match it
When the DJ go scratch up the bounce
I hope you could catch it
So what

Now let′s get high, and let′s get drunk
You feel that bounce, then turn it up
You light your L, and blaze it up
Get in the game, and change it up
Come in the spot, and flame it up
Let′s get this dough, and live it up
Let′s get this dough, and live it up
Let′s get this dough, and live it up
Let′s get this dough, and live it up
Now let′s get high, and let′s get drunk
You feel that bounce, then turn it up
You light your L, and blaze it up
Get in the game, and change it up
Come in the spot, and flame it up
Let′s get this dough, and live it up
Let′s get this dough, and live it up
Let′s get this dough, and live it up
Let′s get this dough, and live it up
Let′s get this dough, and live it up
Let′s get this dough, and live it up

Yeah, live it up now, yeah
You know when you got shorty in the passenger side of the whip
You bouncing from the club, step on the gas
And just bounce bounce bounce, yeah
Then shorty come with you to the nearest short stay
Get up on top of that and just
Bounce bounce bounce
That′s what I′m talking about niggas, yeah
If you pushing down the Belt Parkway
The Grand Central, the Long Island Expressway
The Cross Island Expressway
Southern state, Northern state, Parkway
You know 95 South, Brooklyn Expressway, you know
However way y′all traveling
You just bounce bounce bounce
You N′ah mean
Blunts burning and all
Just keep the windows up though
Let the smoke stay in the mutherfucking ride, yeah
All my bitches in the passenger seat
Now just bounce bounce bounce, yeah

Busta Rhymes - Call the Ambulance

[busta rhymes]
Yeah.. busta rhymes now, flipmode now, check it
See we in two-thousand-and-three already, catch up to us
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hah, huh

Now motherfuckin case closed
The shit blow your speaker, keep turnin your base low
Spaz out because I motherfuckin say so
Before I blow this bitch like we down in waco
Thick in cock diesel, that’s the way we roll
Big truck shit, even my bitch whippin the range rov’
We ’bout to skyrocket and the way we go
The way the bitches lookin love the way we blow
Check it, we light shit up like broadway yo
The crack-head rappers better just say no
Before I turn stupid and back the heat slow
Lay and wait for niggaz in the back street yo
Weak flow, take your shit like I’m comin to repo
Create a crowd scene and stack a bunch of people
We bustin through the doors, shootin through your peephole
The shoot that never miss is like shootin a free throw
All you niggaz better go and..

[chorus: busta rhymes]
Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people
Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people
Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people
Put they body on the stretcher, carry they ass out
Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people
Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people
Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people
I’ll put they body on the stretcher, carry they ass out
Call the ambulance

[rampage]
Catch sixteen to remove your organs
H-2-o ridin round in same orbits
Notorious from new york to new orleans
House come with the lake swimmin with dolphins
Fifty keys with large proportions
Caught a few niggaz on money extortions
Niggaz snitch, f.b.i. is hawkin
Call johnny cochran, yo this nigga is walkin
Shit, we got to close down the club
Me and my cousin bust, we like crockett and tubbs
Pushin lambo’s, big chains and dubs
Lead the flipmode security with snubs
Uppin club levels, hundred g’s and up
And if them ducks rollin bust I’m beatin it up
The streets ain’t safe, yo we heatin it up
The party’s on smash, now we tweakin it up
The bitches want this dick so they eatin it up

[busta] now all you bitches better go and..

[chorus]

[rampage]
Flipmode, we in heavy conjunction
We shut it down in every function
Beat you in yo’ head until your brain malfunction
Yo bust, call the label, tell ’em we in production
Pinky ring status so it’s no discussion
Stop talkin shit, niggaz dodgin and duckin
I’m cream cheese with the english muffin
I still got respect in the flatbush junction, hey

[busta rhymes]
Huh, it’s like we shakin down a dude
We like a pack of dogs that come to take a nigga food
My niggaz flip quicker than a fuckin interlude
I beat niggaz head and blood drippin through a tube
Peep bitch, I’m only here to change the fuckin mood
And freeze you niggaz money like a nigga gettin sued
And leave you in the church watchin your body gettin viewed
Don’t get it fucked up or even misconstrued
All you niggaz better go and..

[chorus]

Busta Rhymes - Gimme Some More

Yeah
As a shorty playing in the front yard of the crib
Fell down, and I bumped my head
Somebody helped me up and asked me if I bumped my head
I said "Yeah"
So then they said "Oh so that mean we gon, you gon switch it on em′?"
I said "Yeah, Flipmode, Flipmode is the greatest"
Knowing as a shorty, I was always told
That if I ain′t gon′ be part of the greatest
I gotta be the greatest myself

C′mon C′mon, Yeah, C′mon
Yeah nigga what, what a surprise
Get ya sumn′, make a nigga close both of your eyes
All my niggas gettin′ money capitalize
Die little small guy, we on the rise
Everything a nigga touch platinumize
Fully equipped, you know we come wit′ all the supplies
Got a big gun, and I′ma show you the size
You fuck wit′ any of my Flipmode family ties
Me and my niggaz be comin′ through stalkin′ you out
Killin′ off any and everything you talkin′ about
See you in the club, now we walkin′ you out
Shoulda′ thought twice ′fo you went and opened your mouth
Yo, anyway we stay keepin it movin′
Fuckin′ with the wrong nigga, hope you know what you doin′
Now blame me, all the same niggas is lame
It′s not a game, makin′ names still splittin′ your frames!

Chorus:
Y′all niggas had enough?
Gimme some more
Y′all niggas want the wild shit?
Gimme some more
Yo Spliff where the weed at?
Gimme some more
I know ya′ll niggas need that
Gimme some more
Even though we getting money you can
Gimme some more
With the cars and the big crib
Gimme some more
Everybody spread love
Gimme some more
If you want it let me hear you say
Gimme some more

Flash with a rash gimme my cash flickin my ash
Runnin′ with my money son go out with a blast
Do what you want, a nigga′s cuttin′ the corner
You fuckin′ up, oh to go ahead and meet the reporter
Yo, she tellin′ news on how you switch to a bitch
Little fake funny style, nigga chill with a snitch
So now I pass and trait over your blood and to ask you
Make a little room for me and all my niggas to pass through
Cartier, Sidney Poitier, hooray shit
What with all my niggas from around the way shit
When I come through you niggas know I do my thing
Bring more shit that generate money, chi-ching
Arrest you lyrically flow and caress you
Bless you, then a nigga come to your rescue
While you assume a nigga blossom and bloom
I′m comin′ soon hit you with a boom gimme some room!

Chorus

Yo, live nigga shit know what I mean
I represent while we gettin′ money and reign supreme
Hope you niggas know we comin′ through full steam
Can′t see you better turn on your high beam
All my niggas while I′m ringing the sireen
Flipmode be the glory niggas on my team
Never should you ever try to fuck wit′ my cream
I O.D when my shit get all in your bloodstream
Everytime we be rippin′ it be blowing it down
Blowing you off fuckin′ wit′ the hottest niggas around
Like it′s when me and my people run through your town
Holdin′ it down takin′ a while and then gimme my crown
Ay, yo! All my people need to come and surround
A nigga be hittin′ so much it make you fall on the ground
Sure to make you shout that′s what I be all about
Turnin′ you out makin′ all you niggas fall out!

Chorus

Busta Rhymes - Holla

Yeah, yea
This shit sound like..
one two o′clock in the mornin with the full moon out
Niggaz in they trucks creepin
With a fresh box of ecstasy pills for these bitches

[Verse One]
Yeah, team select, please collect, G′s connect
Thieves nigga direct the trees to the SmokeFest
Wanna take a toke? YES! The newest zone I′m in
I′m like Smithsonian nigga, fuck it call me Napoleon
Wave the torch, cut the head off the Leviathan
The terminology I′m rhymin in cause a frenzy up in Ireland
Hit ya, I′m gon get ya
And drop the bomb scripture at your barmitzvah
Yo, map shit out, blast through the speakers
With a wifebeater on, Bushe below, a new pair of sneakers
Street niggaz hang on the sidewalk, that′s where I learned my fly talk
Pimp-strut, and how to skywalk
Moderatin how we establish the whole conglomerate
The way we honor it, you′ll never conquer it
See how we wreck, has a global effect, on even Polish people
Young and restless down to the old and feeble
Peep them, Czechoslovakian to Yugoslavian niggaz
Be all into my bounce so don′t be botherin niggaz
So NOW you should feel the whole cathedralish bounce
Put one in your stomach leave you in a fetalish crouch, nigga
My vernacular is spectacular
Strategic plans′ll have you lookin wacker than a postal office massacre
Is that so? Make moves just like a fatso
Bounce in a minivan Astro after my gat BLOW!

[Chorus]
Aiyyo, get up, get up, get dough (get dough nigga)
Roll up, light up, and smoke that ′dro (smoke ′dro now)
Bitch shake yo′ hips and bounce real slow
Niggaz rep yo′ hood, I′m with that --
All my nig-gaz (all my niggaz) if you with me (if you with me)
Yeah I see you (yeah) HOL-LA
(Throw yo′ guns in the motherfuckin air, c′mon!)
All my bitch-es, if you′re with me (yeah all my bitches where you at now)
Yeah I see you (you know I see y′all) HOL-LA

[Verse Two]
Yeah, my whole entire mindstate deeper
than astronomy and mathematics like Galileo
Smash you niggaz like mashed potato
Back when niggaz used to rock Ballys and Clarks
I used to watch, little niggaz shouldn′t hustle nickel crack in the park
Barrels spray the brighter flame in the dark
Blood spill stain on the street, that′s how niggaz be leavin they mark
Fuckin with diplomats who love Bailey′s
Monopolize and quickly get other money fuckin with Israelis
So solid how we be symbolic
to a handful of niggaz that be all schemin on the same wallet
Them type niggaz that be conspirin and kidnappin
Shit happens! Gun clap for you in a GIFT wrappin
You should follow how the style switch up
Like a group of religious niggaz schemin to kill they arch-bishop
You big pussy nigga actin all hard
Call me atheist, because I don′t believe in you God
It′s like a grand feast celebratin the bounce of the century
I tote the recipe quick for any type of discrepancy
Busta Rhymes the great renaissance artist and architect
Like how a Felipe (?) portrait is so hard to get
We got the obscure shit for the street
Nevertheless we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat
Yo, we got the obscure shit for the street
Nevertheless we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat

[Chorus w/ slightly different (ad libs)]

[Busta Rhymes]
Holla at me now, c′mon!
Yeah.. Busta Rhymes, cookin up a little brown stew chicken
Dr. Dre niggaz, yea

Busta Rhymes - Extinction Level Event

Uugh, yeah yeah here we go y′all
Here we here we here we go y′all
Busta Rhymes Flipmode y′all
Yeah yeah y′all extinction level event shit
Bomb threat to the whole world
What what what is going on
What the fuck going on here
Check it out yo
Holy amazing grace about face
Total erase you niggaz off the face of the place
Such a shame I had to go grab the calico
Pass the dough before you find out what I had to blast you for
Extreme laws for ones who did try to go against this
Wet your shit up like a sloppy tongue kiss
But don′t know what you talking about
Without a doubt where my live niggaz give me a shout
On the strength shit niggaz check for
Connect the four shots and guess who blew it from next door
Time after time we gonna shine again
Feel it like a broad getting fucked from behind again
Ay yo, I be the closest thing to the next
Like the pain and suffering of about a million deaths
I′m only here to present
And bring the impact of the extinction level event
Sing the song of salvation

La la la la laaaa la la
(What y′all gonna do where the fuck you gonna go)
La la la la laaaa la la
(Where the fuck y′all niggaz gonna run
Where y′all niggaz think y′all running to son)
La la la la laaaa la la
(Bomb threat to the world
What the fuck going on with y′all niggaz out here)
La la la la laaaa la la
(We are now a soldier at dawn
Of glory emergency motherfuckas)

Yo, disregard your whole assignment
Crooked ass nigga need some realignment
Now all refinement
Crazy shit that do make me wanna know where my mind went
Blacking out building hostillity getting violent
Straight giving niggaz an ass whipping on consignment
Then I bust your shit ′til the day of my whole retirement
Shaking and rattle like we ready to battle
Fight seeing at every angle like a motherfucking satellite
Quickly bust up your crotches and fuck up your process
Bouncing in like even saying adios or even buenos notches
Have y′all niggaz wildin having a fit
Flame throwing lyrics like a bunch of blowtorch in this shit
Grand spectacular, chainsaw massacre
Thug fanatics street shit that be on the creep coming after you
Then we hit you with the most significant time bomb
Ready to designate at the slightest wave of a white arm
Best form of advice I could give is remain calm
The repercussion is something you could never imagine would be going on
Never believe in your eyes
When my squad some through at an astronomically large size
Moving the mountains
Keeping all of my niggaz bouncing
Big up my bitches in the place who be screaming and shouting
I′m only here to present
And bring the impact of the extinction level event
Sing the song of salvation

La la la la laaaa la la
(Once again as we welcome all motherfuckers in the world)
La la la la laaaa la la
(To experience the extinction level event)
La la la la laaaa la la
(The dawn of global emergency)
La la la la laaaa la la
(The moment where we all come together as one unison)
La la la la laaaa la la
(And completely dominate all global events)
La la la la laaaa la la
(We about to completely destroy all the whack bullshit)
La la la la laaaa la la
(That we got going on in our every and any reach)
La la la la laaaa la la
(All my live niggaz all my live bitches its motherfucking on)
La la la la laaaa la la
(As we enter the new millenium with this rap shit)

Busta Rhymes - Turn Me Up Some

(Yeah), Turn me up some (Redman)
(Busta)Fuck goin′ on?,Yo!,..Uncle Darren,......What up brother
Yeah, Yeah Flipmode
See we got a whole....we got a gift wrapped package for you mother fuckers
Yeah Yo Yo Yo Yeah


Bust it, I stay rippin′ a niggah track so hotter than wax yo so tell me why you act so?Yo I max
′cause I make make a niggah black ′til it′s time to relax yo or ′til you all collapse so
Fuck it it′s hardly that the god is gettin′ tired you don′t wanna say that could catch a cardiac
relapse niggah (what)the god is back see you don′t want nothing no matter how you react, blows to
black and blue you frontin′ ya back choose whatever the route that you choose ,..wounds so herendous
from frensicsing it to analyzing the bruise blows we never come in singular they commin′ in twos, my
crew be startin′ the ruckus once I give them the cues to blast from the triggers that′ll bust from
all of my dudes,..be the shit that make you niggahs run up outta ya shoes we make you back down
havin′ the facts down with all the noise we be makin′ you could even see the shit on the news (word
up) See you don′t know nothing about it.


Turn me up some
Yo, the heat from off the street′ll burn you up some,the shit i′m sure to spit′ll hurt you up some,
i′m sayin′, but you don′t know nothing about it
Turn me up some
I drink a fifth of yak and url it up some ,Yo, just bang it in the truck and turn it up some, i′m
sayin′,
now watch me dead a niggah fast like them bitches with no ass you corny niggahs low class, Yo, I
flash on them then I go and smash couple a hoes and then splash on them, flickin′ a ′lil ash on
them...from the blunt we smokin′keep a chick chokin′, got them open with flows I suppose and make
them soak in they clothes , keep the shit that make them sniff and make them open they nose, got
them fucked up stuck like they strikin′ a pose yo,we gainin′ weight na it′s just my pockets is swole
from keepin′niggahs wilin′ wild they drivin′ smackin′ the pole (a one two)Yeah, see perhaps while i
hold me a stack hater niggahsblock holdin′ me back yo you fool niggahs plottin′ ′gainst the god best
be holdin′ a strap, ′cause how we commin′ through you know it′s a rap.Move with a crew of guerilla
dudes who know when to clap or blow some shit from off of the earth or the face of the map ,yo so
take that, once we give it to you ain′t no fakin′ a jack It′s funny how you find your face in a
trap, little bitch niggah frontin′ like he ready to scrap, you better off actin′ pussy tryna gimmie
a DAT.Stayin′ focus on fulfillin′ a dream the way we spark up and spit a fire the flame probably
killin′ your team , fuck it, see now we harbor helicopters.....turn the shit up, if you and your
peoples ain′t hearin′ me proper I′m sayin′..see you don′t know nothing about it



Hook (Chorus)

Busta Rhymes - Pass The Courvoisier Part I

[P. Diddy]
Oh yea, I like this, Ladies & Gentlemen
The time you all been waitin for
(lets do it, do it, do it)
This is a Bad Boy, Flipmode collaboration
(Come on)

[P. Diddy]
Shake ya ass (come on), watch yourself (o.k)
I′m the man (lets go) and no one else
raah, raah

[Busta Rhymes]
Like a dungeon dragon
Still king of the flow, while my mink be draggin′
I said I′m sick with the flow
Stick a dick in ya hoe
Make them shut down the club, we threw a brick in da door

[P. Diddy]
Shit, I′m the number man, hot like summerjam

[Busta Rhymes]
Slick like Fonsareli, and rich like cunningham
I stretch them like rubber bands (I make them say)
Oh shit, the bitch got up and left with another man
(Saaay what!?, wha is you talkin bout?)
Theres nothin to talk about (see), you just a walk about
I light a long L, and just blowin the smoke about

[P. Diddy]
See, we serious wit it, they aint nothin to talk about

[Busta Rhymes]
And while I scope it out, I love the way you bounce
Shake ya shit tuck in ya ass in poke it out, come on

[Busta Rhymes]
Give me the Henny, you can give me the Cris
You can pass me the Remi, but the pass the Courvoisier

[P. Diddy]
Give me the ass, you could give me the dough
You can give me ′dro, but pass the Courvoisier

[Busta Rhymes]
Give me some money, you can give me some cars
But you can give me the bitch make sure you pass the Courvoisier

[P. Diddy]
Give me some shit, you can give me the cribs
You can give me whaever just pass the Courvoisier

[P. Diddy]
We got these hoes lovin it
They gettin familiar man, they screamin out my government (Sean John)
I like them in twins like doublement (Don Juan)

[Busta Rhymes]
We be bangin all types of chicks from here to (Hong Kong)
The best dressed bitches actin all cute to my shit
And get the wlyin out they actin like a . to my shit
?? go a distance from yours, we holdin Jewish money now
Down to the credit card different from yours

[P. Diddy]
Its the law for me to get in ya drawers
I run the city of cars, they call me Mr. Diddy, the boss
You know me, the only G to willy a porshe

[Busta Rhymes]
We get dough in all land the size of philly of course
Can imagine the price that my jewlery really would cost
We go to clubs with a briefcase and a half milli to floss (damn)
Fuck around and you can really get tossed
Ken Griffey flow, call me Alaska ′cause I be the king of the frost
What you can do is

[Busta Rhymes]
Give me the Henny, you can give me the Cris
You can pass me the Remi, but the pass the Courvoisier

[P. Diddy]
Give me the ass, you could give me the dough
You can give me ′dro, but pass the Courvoisier

[Busta Rhymes]
Give me some money, you can give me some cars
But you can give me the bitch make sure you pass the Courvoisier

[P. Diddy]
Give me some shit, you can give me the cribs
You can give me whaever just pass the Courvoisier

[Busta Rhymes]
Five thousand boomin watts
I got a thousand karats all over my watch
Travel lighty, flow back easy
Back with the bus-a-bus and the P.D
We stay livin at the top of the charts
The shit we be spittin, be state of the art
We rockin ya block shit, wlyin like rock shit
Strapped with the gun and the street corner hot shit

[P. Diddy]
Now we sittin′ in the drop top pretty
Knock, knock who is he?

[Busta Rhymes]
Bus-a-bus, I put it down and this I get busy
(Excuse me bus-a-bus)
Full control of the city, if you aint know

[P. Diddy]
By the way, the name is Puff
It aint my fault ya dane corrupt
We went form Henny, to Remi to Moe to Belve to..

[Busta Rhymes]
The game is us; we gettin money motherfucker
And the game we trust
Everytime we put it down, reppin the name is a must
Flipmode!

[Busta Rhymes]
Give me the Henny, you can give me the Cris
You can pass me the Remi, but the pass the Courvoisier

[P. Diddy]
Give me the ass, you could give me the dough
You can give me ′dro, but pass the Courvoisier

[Busta Rhymes]
Give me some money, you can give me some cars
But you can give me the bitch make sure you pass the Courvoisier

[P. Diddy]
Give me some shit, you can give me the cribs
You can give me whaever just pass the Courvoisier

[Busta Rhymes]
Give me the Henny, you can give me the Cris
You can pass me the Remi, but the pass the Courvoisier

[P. Diddy]
Give me the ass, you could give me the dough
You can give me ′dro, but pass the Courvoisier

[Busta Rhymes]
Give me some money, you can give me some cars
But you can give me the bitch make sure you pass the Courvoisier

[P. Diddy]
Give me some shit, you can give me the cribs
You can give me whaever just pass the Courvoisier

[P. Diddy]
yea, yea, yea just pass the Courvoisier
yea, pass me that louie that motherfuckin′ that that iron groove
Nineteen vintage motherfuckin′ medievil
Ow, bitch. Yea, just pass the courvoisier
That that shit make, that dark shit just me wanna fuck
Straight up, I just need to know
Dis nigga Diddy dick hard as a..

Busta Rhymes - Finish Line

This is dedicated to all those who don′t see it coming...

Chorus: Busta Rhymes

You can live true baby, you can live trife
Whatever way you chose you got to leave your life
Aiyyo you′re running out of time, and you bout to cross
The finish line, the finish line

(repeat Chorus)

Verse One: Busta Rhymes

And, yo! I can′t afford to waste a second
Steppin with my eyes on niggaz checkin on my weapons
Every millisecond, motherfuckers say they true to this
But when they grab the microphone they shit sound like stupidness
*beatboxing* Hah, mad to pull another vicious scandal
I know that you can′t handle when I flip from other angles now
Feel my hot wax, burning from my melting candles
You can′t take the heat, so you switch from boots to wearing sandals
This is for example! Shit will make a nigga curse
When worse comes to worse, you be the first to disperse now
We don′t BELIEVE your man was living like that
Hoping to find that nigga see exactly where his heart was at
It′s a damn shame how Son know your style, know your name
Watch how he pull your file, make you wish you never fuckin came NOW
Even the hardest motherfucker has his final day
So kill that shit you talkin, and be about your fuckin way

Chorus 2X

Verse Two: Busta Rhymes

Yo, everyday I see you on the block smoking
With a bunch of niggaz scoping on how they can split you WIDE open
You don′t even know what′s going on up in your circle
Awful murder niggaz itch to leave you black blue and purple
Ahh, your man came to put you on and tried to make you bleed
Hit you with some shit that left you flippin mad in disbelief
You just can′t believe that niggaz that you smoke with is on it
And the way they rass they really got to bust yo′ shit!
Thought your man was joking, paid no attention to the situation
Got with your crew and just continued smoking
Now your man sit and watch you panic
In any other situation you′d be fronting like you gigantic
I guess all that fronting is your main talent
It′s apparent, he can see right through you like you transparent
Hah, aiyyo you need to watch your back you running out of time
Watch your step, cuz you only inches from the finish line

Chorus 2X

Verse Three: Busta Rhymes

Now, there′s about a million motherfuckers on your trail
Quick to bust your shit for every single time your words failed
I′m watchin all the moves you makin fuck the speculatin
Super-bitch nigga you just be fakin if I′m not mistakin
Every move you fake you dig your grave a little deeper
Come around me with that shit I′ma flip it to my brother′s keeper
Listen to this: overstress my emphasis
I insist to fix and bring the noise as long as I exist
Now you walk around the streets with all that shit you speak
And step inside the club just to receive the illest ass beating
HOO! Take a look around you get no type of sympathy
Impatiently, I sit and watch you die in your own iniquity
Hah, now you out dead and stinkin, and your eyes are no longer blinkin
Time caught up quick, with your little BITCH way of thinkin
Ahh, watch you diminish, while your niggaz have to put a finish
On your misleading false image

Chorus 5X

Word is bond, bond is life
You shall be willing to give your life
Before your words shall fail
All those who out there frontin, misleading they peoples
Actin other than they really are
It will catch up to you player, word is bond
So that′s, specifically, to all those fake motherfuckers
Living out here on that bullshit
Trying to act like they know what the fuck′s going on

Busta Rhymes - I Love My Bitch

[Busta Rhymes] I love my bitch
[Kelis] I love my nigga
[x6]

My lady never lets me down
thats why i never let her go
she always here to lift me up
when i fall down and hit the floor
my baby so amazing
let me sit back and count the ways
1...... she the shit
2...... she the shit
3...... she the shit

[Busta Rhymes (Kelis)]
i love my bitch
i love my lady yup yup
i love my bitch
(i love you nigga)
i love my lady yup yup
i love my bitch
(i love you nigga)
i love my lady yup yup
i love my bitch
(i love you nigga)
i love my bitch
she the shit
[Kelis (Busta Rhymes)]
i love my nigga yup yup
i love my boy
(i love my bitch)
i love my nigga yup yup
i love my boy
(i love my bitch)
i love my nigga
(i love my bitch)
i love my nigga
he bring me joy

[Busta Rhymes]
I love my girl cause she knows the shit
she acting kinda ill but she aint scared of the dick
got her on tape but though she act kinda rude
bet she know my money gone
she spent a do on a dude
real life chicken let her fucked with a thug
sippin martini′s drinkin, wanna fuck in the club
cause . . . see thats my chick
thats my chick, thats my chick
yeah she the shit
and she the type that keep shit on low
never stress the kid when im surrounded with hoes
if you knew the shit that she be doing to me
in the club, in the crib, or when i′m pushing the v
see, shorty ass be all over the place
nigga front she probally put her ass all in your face for me
cause thats my chick, cause thats my chick
cause that my chick, and she the shit

My lady never lets me down
thats why i never let her go
she always here to lift me up
when i fall down and hit the floor
my baby so amazing
let me sit back and count the ways
1...... she the shit
2...... she the shit
3...... she the shit

[Busta Rhymes (Kelis)]
i love my bitch
i love my lady yup yup
i love my bitch
(i love you nigga)
i love my lady yup yup
i love my bitch
(i love you nigga)
i love my lady yup yup
i love my bitch
(i love you nigga)
i love my bitch
she the shit
[Kelis (Busta Rhymes)]
i love my nigga yup yup
i love my boy
(i love my bitch)
i love my nigga yup yup
i love my boy
(i love my bitch)
i love my nigga
(i love my bitch)
i love my nigga
he bring me joy

[Busta Rhymes]
you see my bitch she a one of a kind
i know you wish your bitch was a rider like mine
when you see my chick you know my shortys a dime
what she doing with them bitches
she be skipping the line
listen, the type that reserve that ass for a nigga
and if i had to skip town she′s hold the stash for a nigga
i′m saying cause thats my chick
cause thats my chick, cause thats my chick
and she the shit
i know you buggin on the way shit sound
but you know you know i love the way my bitch be holdin it down
she is truely thoruow(sp) about the way she be reppin it hard
travel anywhere my shorty come fuck with the gaurd
bust it, mami always creep for you if she can
even if she have to get up and even lie on the stand
i′m saying . . . thats my chick
thats my chick, thats my chick
cause she the shit

My lady never lets me down
thats why i never let her go
she always here to lift me up
when i fall down and hit the floor
my baby so amazing
let me sit back and count the ways
1...... she the shit
2...... she the shit
3...... she the shit

[Busta Rhymes (Kelis)]
i love my bitch
i love my lady yup yup
i love my bitch
(i love you nigga)
i love my lady yup yup
i love my bitch
(i love you nigga)
i love my lady yup yup
i love my bitch
(i love you nigga)
i love my bitch
she the shit
[Kelis (Busta Rhymes)]
i love my nigga yup yup
i love my boy
(i love my bitch)
i love my nigga yup yup
i love my boy
(i love my bitch)
i love my nigga
(i love my bitch)
i love my nigga
he bring me joy

Busta Rhymes - Taste It

[Repeat 5x (Taste it, taste it, taste it)]
Here we go
Ay yo, ladies where you at c′mon c′mon
Ladies where you at c′mon c′mon
You ready to freak out ladies?
Yeah, soldiers
We ′bout to line it up just right
Check it, watch how we do it

[Verse One]
Make way for the kid to come in girl
And let me rock cause I love the way you pop that (C′mon)
Every single time we come to drop that
A lot of freaky women react to a nigga hot track (Lets go)
Then we start to cook up the place
Women watching the nigga with the ready to do the (UGH!) look on their face
(C′mon)
Freak nasty, you know the way you do it all on the guard
And the way you love to speak nasty, another freak pass me (WOO!)
Floss on, in the club ain′t even got the draws on
You messing with a nigga better, stop that shit mama
In other words you better watch that shit cause you got that shit
The way your ass sit up all on your back
Its like you need to go shop that, see niggas would cock that
And definitely won′t waste it
And while you at it take a lick and just taste it (taste it, taste it, taste it)

[Chorus]
B-b-baby tell me why tell me so
I′d like you to go high you tell me to go low
So I go low, taste the shit, taste it again I like it
Baby tell me why tell me so
I′d like you to go high you tell me to go low
So I go low, taste the shit, taste it again I like it

[Verse 2]
Pass the last courvoisier bottle down the at bar
See a chick that kinda look like a star
And I′m saying even though I wanna to take you home girl
I know its kinda late but you ain′t got to come along girl [echo]
Wait a sec you know I know a song girl
Me and you and one of your other home girls [echo]
Let me put it down and we started to bone girl
The other had a heat "I thought ya′ll be gettin′ along girl?" [echo]
Just put the pep in your step, what′s with all the emotional shit
You know we be swingin′ a hep
Put it on me like I wouldn′t recover
Saying two chicks that was beefin′ and touching and feeling each other
Word to mother, now we having a ball
The way we knockin′ as the sound of the bed head smackin′ the wall
Baby I′m saying I lovin′ how you rubbin′
And the way that you lace it and rush it when you gettin′ ready to taste it
Baby I love it, the way you rub it
And the way you lace it and rush it when you gettin′ ready to taste it

[Chorus]

[Hook]
Girl I know you wanna
(Taste it, taste it, taste it)
Yeah I like it the way you always get down and
(Taste it, taste it, taste it)
Ladies! If you want your man to get down and
(Taste it, taste it, taste it)
Just throw your hands in the air, fella′s just make it do it too
(Taste it, taste it, taste it)
Now you can both do it

[Verse Three]
Shorty hit me all on the two-way
Tell me to meet her way in the back by the couches up inside the cheetah
Then I step up in the club keep it moving wit′ my hand on my heater
Stay alert and never moving the sleeper
Even though this shit was way off the meter
Couldn′t believe her
Shorty buggin′ and giving me head in back of the speaker
Now check it, I love the way she step to it and how she′s keepin′ it basic
And always be ready to taste it

[Chorus]

[Repeat till end (Haah! taste it, taste it, taste it)]

Busta Rhymes - Get Contact

[missy]
When I through my uh!! in it I split it
Mess around, make you ask who did it
Forget your pride go admit
My stank butt make you wonder who shitted
Whoa there kitty
Got a fitty from the city got a minute now I’m chillin (talk to me now)
No time you silly
Fakin me like you milli vanilli
When they play this in the club they go nuts
Sweat all night ’till it smell like must
So busta what’s to discust?
I don’t know but boy what’s up (throw it up, throw it up girl)
Boy you pretty
I got a bitty from the city and my hair looking pretty
Oh you didn’t
No bullshit and you gonna get it

[busta rhymes]
Yo, I’m a get it and give it to all y’all
Hopin’ you niggas is ready for another free fall
Overall niggas need to get up off the wall
If they wanna brawl missy give me a call
Yo, not at all everytime I raid the rift
Before we bust yo’ ass better plead the 5th
Shut your mouth you niggas talk to much in my house
Me and missy lets get this money thats what I’m talkin about
Then you come nigga wanna be down
Shootin’ your load I hope you know we got the rebound
Real quick break fool know we blow your mind
Off the hook nigga fix your telephone line
When we come through tell me what you gonna do
Give me my money quick so then I can thank you
Word is born you knowin’ I only get better
Everytime supafly dangerous elements get together

[chorus]2x
She’s mrs. supafly
He’s mr. dangerous
And if you bust then they gonna bust
And one of us gonna have to duck

[missy]
When I play this in my jeep you’ll see
How this beat, rumble under my feet (under my feet, yeah)
Go ahead, you cute
If you cute then I get cute too
Go ahead missy I got many so many men I got plenty (what what)
I ain’t kindin, dance alone why don’t you come dance wit me
When I bumped this one the left they go deaf
Bust yo ear drums until none left (till none left)
Whoa there busta, they don’t like us, they don’t love us well fuck em
Oh you silly you don’t kill me you don’t feel me, boy you illin
We ain’t dealin
If no drinks then we ain’t chillin

[busta rhymes]
Yo miss supafly let me hit me and missy we gonna get all up in it
All in a minute get wit it
When I was young gettin’ babysitted
A nigga blow the spot up make you ask who did it
Contact everytime I touch a track
Freak out wiggle your funny bone and bounce back yo
Nigga see me in the back (who dat? )
You don’t know my name I’m knowin motherfucker (true dat)
You wack you better improve your shit
When I bounce on beats lyrics might abuse your shit
Make music so I can lose your mind
So hide when I finish make you wanna press for wine
Nigga see the dj cuttin’ it up
Bringin’ it back rippin’ the track you know we fuckin it up
Got you suckin it up
My nigga chill out, make you ill out
And watch all of the moet spill out

Busta Rhymes - Bladow

Now (now)
Ready for wylin′ my niggas
Let′s set it like we on an island my niggas
I′m with it (What what what what)
Yo
My clique startle bitches
With a remarkable sparkle
For my bitches with me (What what what what)
You know we stay dumb
And keep shop running
Just the like the 24-hour deli
The way y′all niggas be popping that shit you be talking
Y′all niggas don′t mean nothing
But a 24-hour celly
To talk that funny shit
To someone you know
While I bag these bitches
And take them to 24-hour telly
Type of chickens to let me get in they belly
Little sexy thug bitches
Who want me to fuck them to Makeveli
Then get with my niggas and smoke up a ounce
Crowd up in whatever amounts
Making bitches skip to my bounce
So whenever we be shining like diamond
Fresher than the fragrance of limon
When we strike
It′s all in the timing
Corporate niggas ball on how we be stylin′
Fucking with huge contracts
With white beaters on
On the day of the signing
Making all my bitches check for this shit
My live niggas know the truth
That′s why they always got respect for this shit


[Chorus:]
Bust one for me, Bladow!
All my niggas holding they gun with me, Bladow!
And resting and stacking they ones with me, Bladow!
My peeps who hang around where I′m from with me, Bladow!
Who run with me, Bladow!
Bust one for me, Bladow!
My bitches that′ll fuck till they cum with me, Bladow!
Wylin′ at me, having they fun with me, Bladow!
In this club all they keep beating they drums with me, Bladow!
In a slung with me, Bladow!
Bust one for me, Bladow!

And now we mash y′all
Harass y′all
Until the shit we doing pass y′all
You know we steadily, readily
Give it to niggas
And blow up the spot for niggas
Before we do the dash y′all
Yo
Ain′t nothing wrong until we perform
Y′all niggas know we bout to blast y′all
Fast
Me and my niggas crash the party
If my niggas were shitters
Splash bitches before we flash y′all
Now what′s up
All of my niggas salute
Where we get busy
Gimme me my loot
All way up in a box with a suit
Shit that I tell you will all be the truth
Stay on a live nigga recruit
And take y′all niggas back to the root
Tying my laces all up in my boot
All the bitches say that I′m cute
Blowing on it just like a flute
And now
Before we blind y′all
We shine and remind y′all
Should be gappy
Always one of a kind y′all
We constructing a new design y′all
Better keep up my niggas
Because you will get left behind y′all
Let us bust a bottle of wine now
And celebrate in the name of them niggas
That control the times now
Now watch it
As we just pick up the pace
You just might a hole in your face
My crew might take a whole of the space
Completely
Obligated just to keeping you dumming
And get the breaking all the shit up in club
Once you know that we coming
My bitches check for this shit
My live niggas know the truth
That′s why they always got respect for this shit

[Chorus:]
Bust one for me, Bladow!
All my niggas holding they gun with me, Bladow!
And resting and stacking they ones with me, Bladow!
My peeps who hang around where I′m from with me, Bladow!
Who run with me, Bladow!
Bust one for me, Bladow!
My bitches that′ll fuck till they cum with me, Bladow!
Wylin′ at me, having they fun with me, Bladow!
In this club all they keep beating they drums with me, Bladow!
In a slung with me, Bladow!
Bust one for me, Bladow!

Yeah
To all my niggas and all my bitches
That just wanna live
Live good
Feel good
Yeah
Just bounce to this shit
Come on
Bounce to this shit
All my niggas and my bitches
Just bounce to this shit
Come on
Bounce to this shit
Yeah
Flipmode constantly
Enough of that

Busta Rhymes - Pass The Courvoisier Part II

[Busta Rhymes]
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna

[Busta Rhymes]
Act a fool you better watch out (uh-huh)
Hot shit be bringin the cops out (c′mon)
Street niggaz is ringin them shots out

[P. Diddy]
Short circuit and blacken the blocks out
Now open up the garage and pull the drops out
Rockin the fur coat bringin the blue fox out

[Busta Rhymes]
Diamonds light up the block, runnin the blue rocks out (uh)
Whylin till all of my crew knocks out (c′mon)

[P. Diddy]
Get yo′ ass up on the floor

[Busta Rhymes]
Huh, throw ya hands if you wan′t some more (ho!!!)

[P. Diddy]
Baby, wiggle your crotch out, huh
And peep the way we be blowin them spots out

[Busta Rhymes]
C′mon, look how we got ′em ready to act out
Girl, I′m ready to give it twistin your back out (let′s go)

[P. Diddy]
Drink yack till a nigga fallin out

[Busta Rhymes]
Flat on his back now watch a nigga crawlin out, talk to me

[Pharell]
I said Busta (whassup son?)
You leave them girl rollin... and it look like (c′mon)
They asses is swollen (and they ass gettin big now)
But if your man babysittin (uh-huh) then what you gon′ say?
(What we gon′ tell ′em man?)
We gon′ tell that nigga
(Pass the Courvoisier)
We gon′ tell that brotha
(Pass the Courvoisier)
Everybody sing it now
(Pass the Courvoisier)
Everybody sing it now
(Pass the Courvoisier)
Everybody sing it now
(Pass the Courvoisier)
Waah oooooooooooo oh!!

[P. Diddy]
Girl, you need to shake it off

[Busta Rhymes]
Too much hair on your cho-cha

[P. Diddy]
Then shave it off

[Busta Rhymes]
C′mon, jump smack yo′ ass and break it off

[P. Diddy]
And if it′s too hot for y′all?

[Busta Rhymes]
You need to take it off (that′s right)

[P. Diddy]
In case you ain′t knowin niggaz we on a roll now

[Busta Rhymes]
Diddy, like we done stumbled on a pot of gold now, c′mon
Food spillin all out (yeah) of the bowl now, huh!
Money thick, get harder to fold now, c′mon

[P. Diddy]
Ladies tell me if you′re feelin (alright)

[Busta Rhymes]
And are you sure that you up for doin it (all night)

[P. Diddy]
I like this

[Busta Rhymes]
Listen, before you ass bet, nigga
We wreck shit and we ain′t even blacked yet (c′mon)

[P. Diddy]
Niggaz all around and police rapidly shut down the block

[Busta Rhymes]
And the club ain′t even packed yet, c′mon
Nuff drinkin at the bar hold it down whylin out
′til the club is closed down, talk to me

[Pharell]
I said Busta (whassup son?)
You leave them girl rollin... and it look like (c′mon)
They asses is swollen (and they ass gettin big now)
But if your man babysittin (uh-huh) then what you gon′ say
(What we gon′ tell ′em man?)
We gon′ tell that nigga
(Pass the Courvoisier)
We gon′ tell that brotha
(Pass the Courvoisier)
Everybody sing it now
(Pass the Courvoisier)
Everybody sing it now
(Pass the Courvoisier)
Waah oooooooooooo oh!!

[Busta Rhymes]
(JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna

[Busta Rhymes]
Rob a bank my nigga, cash rule

[P. Diddy]
Bust it, let′s get this money and act like a damn fool

[Busta Rhymes]
Fuck it, act stupid and jump in the damn pool, huh!

[P. Diddy]
Bone bitches and me and they man′s cool

[Busta Rhymes]
C′mon, shit I′m sayin, just put your bank up, nigga
Put me and Diddy together you bankrupt, c′mon

[P. Diddy]
Fly niggaz we full of finesse y′all, yeah!

[Busta Rhymes]
Me and my niggaz is fittin to bless y′all - c′mon
Don′t talk about it, be about it, SHUT UP!!!
Live niggaz come and be around it, WHATTUP!!
C′MON; rep to the fullest now, huh!
These niggaz ain′t knowin how we gon′ put it down - c′mon
Cock, aim and shoot

[P. Diddy]
to spray it down

[Busta Rhymes]
Steamrollin you niggaz

[P. Diddy]
and lay it down

[Busta Rhymes]
Niggaz frontin with they thug image

[P. Diddy]
but we pay them no mind

[Busta Rhymes]
Now drink until the bottle finished, talk to me

[Pharell]
I said Busta (whassup son?)
You leave them girl rollin... and it look like (c′monn)
They asses is swollen (and they ass gettin big now)
But if your man babysittin (uh-huh) then what you gon′ say
(What we gon′ tell ′em man?)
We gon′ tell that nigga
(Pass the Courvoisier)
We gon′ tell that brotha
(Pass the Courvoisier)
Everybody sing it now
(Pass the Courvoisier)
Everybody sing it now
(Pass the Courvoisier)
Waah oooooooooooo oh!!

[Busta Rhymes]
(JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)

Busta Rhymes - Cha Cha Cha

(intro / spliff star):
Hah...
Rah digga...
Spliff star...
Flipmode...
In ya face nigga...
You wanna battle nigga...

(spliff star):
Yo, yo, yo!
It’s my time to shine and I’m a shine bright
Sodomize the mic
Get the crowd hype
Make ’em want to fight
You see the rhymes I construct
The flows I conduct
It fucked up the party like somebody got bucked
Nigga word!
I lays it down flat like a door mat
Get head in every state wherever I toured at
Spliff ah spliff
Duh-ty nigga what the undisputed
Counting traps
Taking trip out the cacilac
Smokin’ quan-quan
Doggie style chicks in the montreaon
Cracking many bar
Fuck it
Nigga grab an averon
Me spliff, be the fucking tailor of my fashion
Fuck what niggas think
Watch a nigga turn platinum

(chorus / busta rhymes):
Ya’ll niggas wanna get down
Ya niggas wanna battle
Eh, what y’all wannna do
Let’s cha cha cha cha cha

Ya’ll niggas wanna get down
Ya niggas wanna battle
Just what y’all wannna do
Let’s cha cha cha cha cha

Ya’ll niggas wanna get down
Let’s cha cha cha cha cha
Ya niggas wanna battle
Let’s cha cha cha cha cha
Eh what y’all wannna do
Let’s cha cha cha cha cha
Cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha

(rah digga):
Digga, digga
First name rahshea
Sweetest person had no idea
Just like that honey flipped three times
With nickles and dime staking rhymes by the eon
Situation around the way with my women
Looking spiffy wit the vendi type linen
Totin’ herbals
We got papers like staples
Marla marples
Didn’t think I could take you
Confrontation now niggas wanna run up
Trying to flex muscle on a bitch tring to come up
Rhymes hotter than concrete statues in eygpt
Roll they ass out like they parapilegic
Boy! I got shit for the brain
You faker than them new heads calling me by my nickname
I shatter an ego quick
I be that chick
The wrong niggas gonna be round to see that shit

(chorus / busta rhymes):
Ya’ll niggas wanna get down
Ya niggas wanna battle
Eh, what y’all wannna do
Let’s cha cha cha cha cha

Ya’ll niggas wanna get down
Ya niggas wanna battle
Eh, what y’all wannna do
Let’s cha cha cha cha cha

Ya’ll niggas wanna get down
Let’s cha cha cha cha cha
Ya niggas wanna battle
Let’s cha cha cha cha cha
Eh, what y’all wannna do
Let’s cha cha cha cha cha
Cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha


(baby sham):
Get the royal blue nab and swing my way
On some real party shit if you hold your way
I can hold mine
You wanna battle blow some lines
Rocks gleam on the top of my wrist
You want this
Be the same dude that hop on the pubic splits
You can’t hold this
You jealous cause ya shorty want this
Dig her back out in front of my crib
Her man staked out
On the rare the cloud sh...shut your mouth
What you chap ’bout, the same shit
Been on for chris
The style got you twist up
Walk wit face ice grilled up
Some cat pulled up in a black surburb
Let me move first so I can park my shit on the curb
Ya moves slow get bashed in from q.b. to aspen
I’m short for reason
You spoke and should have passed that
Don’t ask my age cause the world made me like that
Blast a hole in ya face soon as my nine cock back

(chorus / busta rhymes):
Ya’ll niggas wanna get down
Ya niggas wanna battle
Eh, what y’all wannna do
Let’s cha cha cha cha cha

Ya’ll niggas wanna get down
Ya niggas wanna battle
Let’s, what y’all wannna do
Na cha cha cha cha cha

Ya’ll niggas wanna get down
Let’s cha cha cha cha cha
Ya niggas wanna battle
Let’s cha cha cha cha cha
Eh, what y’all wannna do
Let’s cha cha cha cha cha
Cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha

(outro / busta rhymes):
Yeah...
Rah digga...
Sliff star...
Baby sham...
Flipmode squad nigga...
Fuck is the deal...
’98 shit...
’99 shit...
2000 shit...
2001 shit...
2002 shit...
Eternal shit motherfucker...
Stay tuned...

Busta Rhymes - Last Night

(busta rhymes)(chorus)
Comin in the dance last night(uh hum)
Busta boy fear last night(uh oh)
Me couldn’t find me nine(um hum)
So me go, pull out me knife(so me say)
(repeat 2’x)

(spilff star)
A lot of brothers don’t like me
Screw me when the site me
Pop a lot of shit, but they scared to death to fight me
See me on the stage wit bust on some rap shit
They see me in the club wit bust on some lap shit
Befrore this rap shit, it was the corner crack shit
But now I’m on the world on some autograph shit
Spliff-a-spliff drop the 4 5th round the waiste
So if you want war, let me deal with the case
Ain’t nothin to it, brother I got the heart to do it
Blast in, cover the sidewalk wit ya fluid
Ya niggas stupid, ya got brains, brother use it
Ain’t nithin gonna stop my black ass, from gettin cash
On the real, that’s how deeply I feel
A born again hooligan, hungry for this meal
Got the iced- out platinum rings that you wanna steal
Come get it, watch ya whole shit get wetted
Street colonel cat, got enough cats to set it
So if you ain’t doin shit , ya niggas need to dead it
Watchin my money, it cost bullets in ya tummy
It’s all ral here, there ain’t no fear here
You mess around here, you catch ya death here
I mean it, you could front, but you believe it
Nigga guard your life before I turn around and steal it
Look into my eyes and analyze what you deal wit
If I can’t find you, I take it out on who you be wit
Type of bitch nigga I would never smoke a tree wit

(busta rhymes)(chorus)
Repeat 2’s

(busta rhymes)
Nowadays we blow like smoke out the exhaust
Contamenatin smoke still makin me cough
I mean we bout to turn this wak shit off
Wak niggas is sick wit the flu sippin chicken broth
Now here’s another winnin ripoff
Gettin money, eatin fine cuisine like buttered shrimp and rice pilaf
Stay heavily armed, alakun salom
Watch you bitch ass suffer til you got to beg for ya moms
Now turn the truck on, get ya fuck on, got you stuck on
Stupid right between yo legs, get yo suck on
Drink bottles, treat niggas like gus d’amoto
Eat avacado, soon to go purchase a white diablo
Niggas know my motto, lets get money, macho camacho
Applaud another rapper, lets go collect the nacho
Oh shit, hope you don’t slip, another murder commit
The episode comin on teen summit
Little corny nigga talk too quick, think he slick
Throwin a brick, yappin off, lyin on his dick
Too late, you’ll be the type o’ nigga that I love to hate
Brutally bust ya shit like a nigga turned primate
Time of the year, feel great, clean slate
Throw a nickle plate, property shoppin to but a landscape
How they say street niggas ’ill never have
Now we possess the 5s wit the cherry red nav
Doin things like signin graffiti on autograph
Gettin so much money staff calculate the math
Laugh you know the half, eyin in the stash
Mediatin watch the wind blow the blunt ash
You had a blast , now how long you gonna last
Ice grillin for nothing, you make yoself ass
Brace yoself one more time, know what I mean dun
Violate cross the foul line, it be yo last one

(chorus til end)

Busta Rhymes - Genesis

[Busta Rhymes]
Genesis
Genesis
Genesis
Genesis
Genesis
Genesis
Genesis
Genesis

[Hook]
As we welcome you after the future
Oh! we come to give you that
Operating like we be official
Yeah! we come to mutiply
And were planning a scheme for the long win
Yeah!our shit be always right
Every move you′ll see how it′s related

[Busta]
Genesis
Genesis
Genesis

[Hook]

[Busta]
Genesis
Genesis

[Verse 1]
While we continuosly stay sculpturing bombs
Love, unconditional greetings with opening arms
And for my worthy niggas i′m a die tyrin for ya′ll
With the blessing of an angel tear cryin′ for ya′ll
Back to the foundation, takin you, wander back where it all started
With a whole new beginning and a brand new hunger
Starving to where my skin was suffocating my ribs
Now we got bitches interior decorating my crib
Touch the love I got like you holdin my heart in my hand
And watch my manifest that shit was all a part of the plan
The fashion that I choose to deal with this shit
Sometimes it′s so hard to describe the passion that I feel for this shit
How many struggles I survived just to eat this meal
Never thought ya′ll maybe thinkin′ that it could be this real
Flipmode up in this bitch now let me make you aware
Too late for turning back my nigga cause we takin′ it there

[Hook]

[Busta Rhymes]
Genesis
Genesis
Genesis
And leave!

[Verse 2]
And leave a mark until it′s deep in the floor
Ya′ll niggas fucked up never should′ve let let me get my feet in the door
And then I step through, fuck wiping my feet at the door
I be the deacon i′m beatin′ niggas and speaking of raw
Strictly raw shit is what niggas be seeking me for
testing my strenght, that′s what the devil′s trying to weaken me for
C′mon, yes! and ya′ll off to the next step for sure
Rep and make you wanna accept more
Niggas analyze the jewel that I reveal in a rhyme
I′m like something that has evolved about a million times
Peep the display with all the new features
The way we really doin it, these mu-fuckas probably wouldn′t believe it
Flipmode Squad by all means I pledge of allegiance
With the great feeling of people like the comin′ of Jesus
While a lot of other niggas don′t be telling you nothing
That be the same bullshit that′s always pushin′ my buttons
Godly is how we rep this undeniable force
You like a weak preacher, sware, you smack dead on a cross
Smack ya fingers for tryin′ to put your hands in the sauce
Sometimes i think that it would be best if you run
And do yourself a favor, cause you got your whole life ahead of you son!
A whole new thang starting for me
Smell so much ass in a spot, the beat got the world fartin′ for me
When I spit you know I always love to gun a shit hard
While you loving, hating niggas trying to tarnish the God
I know some dudes that would love to bring the hatred to ya′ll
While I continue to bless you with shit that′s is sacred to ya′ll
Even if I had to bend you in place
I always put it down and rep my niggas from the most genuine place
From my street corner niggaz to my live niggas everywhere
Too late for turning back, we takin′ it there

[Hook]

[Busta: repeat 35X]
Genesis

Busta Rhymes - Here We Go Again

[rampage]
Yeah (uh)
The rulership (word)
Anarchy niggas (yeah yeah)
Spliff starr (spliff starr)
Bus-a-bus (bus-a-bus)
Roc marci (roc marci)
Rah digga (rah digga)
Baby sham (baby sham)
Rampage (rampage)
Yeah
Another voyage nigga (another one)

[busta rhymes]
One two three
Come on

(chorus)
[busta rhymes]
Here we go again
Y’all niggas know we have to give it to you
Here we go again
Now feel this banger while it’s running through you
Here we go again
We come to hit y’all with that nigga music
Here we go again
More shit for y’all gon hear the drug abuse it
Here we go again
Now watch the way we always blow the spot
Here we go again
We fuck shit up and take the shit you got
Here we go again
Flipmode you know we always bring it (what)
Bring it (what)
Bring it (what)
Bring it (what)
Bring it

[rampage]
I’m a real wise guy, you can’t fuck with me
You could catch a quick bullet like brandon lee
Carry my squad on my back like a mpv
I got a sick paddle log that’s banned from tv
Charge your whole squad a hundred cc
Straight from the streets, learn from og’s
Rocks ain’t nothing my jewels is deep freeze
Blood, sweat, and tears, gotta stack the g’s

[roc marciano]
They don’t
Wanna see me twenty pounds heavier
On the cellular
They wanna see me shot
And bellied up
I tell you what
When I’m switching my whips
I bury one
Walk around in the streets
With heavy guns
Bust it
Marinate in your self-source
A couple shells to dry you out
To a pale horse
Smashing your image
Take it back
Then we crack with a villian
Scratching my d-dick
Plus be the rapper to liquid

[busta rhymes]
Spliff starr
Rampage
Rah digga
Roc marci
Baby sham
Busta rhymes
Dj scratchator
Flipmode squad
Mutha fucker
What y’all niggas want
Yeah you know we always gonna give it to you
Hardcore

[spliff starr]
I double drop kick niggas
Run around evict niggas
Give it to you full blown
Like hiv sick niggas
Act like you know b
I watch you die slowly
Tapped action
Like charles dick to kobe
Was a blood spilling
Smack a faggot from the village
Steam boil cabbage
And hurt your momma feelings
Run you off the court
Defeat you at your sport
Spit, pop, and twist niggas
Like moet corks

[baby sham]
What now
Hardcore sounds
We snatch crowns
Too much mouth
You lay down
We clear crowds
Send a large threat
What you expect
For me to get rich nigga
And blow off my set
Never that
I’ma rep flipmode
Till the sky’s black
Turn to macks
And hear how we murdered this track
Do you feel me dogs
Six blocks
Ninety-six buildings
Brick walls
Still push rock
Cause I’m the source

[rah digga]
Now
Make noise one time for the tight little swinger
Posing in flicks sticking up my middle finger
Everybody trying to get they little shine these days
Make a bitch cold flip back to my grimy ways
Ball in my court, those who lack sport
Tear they ass to the roof without the black thought
Coming on the scene thinking you the don juan
Type crimes have you pissing all in your sean don

[busta rhymes]
Here we go now
Now what the fuck y’all niggas want
And how we blow
And give you all exactly what you want
See flipmode is the squad
Whatever niggas wanna try
We smash you in your face
And make it black around your eye
We ‘bout to wreck it no doubt
I’m ‘bout to hit y’all with some shit that make you
Bug the fuck out
And make y’all niggas get real arrogant and
Thug the fuck out
And everytime we in the spot
We always smash shit and make y’all niggas
Bust a slug out

(chorus)
[busta rhymes]
Here we go again
Y’all niggas know we have to give it to you
Here we go again
Now feel this banger while it’s running through you
Here we go again
We come to hit y’all with that nigga music
Here we go again
More shit for y’all gon hear the drug abuse it
Here we go again
Now watch the way we always blow the spot
Here we go again
We fuck shit up and take the shit you got
Here we go again
Flipmode you know we always bring it (what)
Bring it (what)
Bring it (what)
Bring it (what)
Bring it

Ha
Flipmode
New album
Labor day 2000
Fuckers
The rulership lp
Flipmode squad
Unstoppable
Cut the shit off
Cut it off

Busta Rhymes - Bounce

Bounce (let me see ya throw it)


Bounce


Bounce
Bounce
Bounce nigga
Come on bounce
Come on bounce
Bounce
Come on bounce bitches
Come on bounce
Come on bounce
Come on bounce everybody
Come on bounce
Come on
Come on
Come on now

Im sayin bounce bitches come on bounce now
Yes yes y’all u know we takin it all see how we bringin the street
Callin the carnagie hall it be so funny to see how bad they wan’ it
Ya fall fuckin up sumtin me and my niggas me ready to brawl (ha)
Now I’m ready to call my niggas get off of the wall an run up in the club
Like how these bitches da runnin them all (huh) now we poppin the collar
Holla u need to follow the schlolar (hey yo) hustle fo dollars and rockin
It till manana my niggas so how we do it I do it for the love and the riches
My niggas hittin them switches I got to run from my bitches u fuck around yous
A gunna
Put the shit back in order and keep in mind that I might be fuckin
Somebodys daughter
My niggas that be keepin that gumma and hang on the corna bitches get the
Strippin and the shakin the shit how they wanna let me se it mamma and start
Showin ur shit I love the way u makin it bounce
And get it goin ur shit

Bounce
Represent where your from
Bounce let me see yah throw it
Bounce bounce let me see yah throw it
Bounce to all my ladies
Bounce I love the way you make it bounce
So let me see yah throw it bounce
Let me see yah throw it bounce
East coast niggas let me see ya throw it bounce
West coast niggas let me see ya throw it bounce
Dirty south niggas let me see yah throw it bounce
Midwest niggas let me see yah throw it bounce


Now let me warn yah (bounce) the way we comin you know we be bringin a storm
Ya’ll
Pack ya garden up watch all my niggas form y’all the way we always do it you
Sayin we wrong y’all but still be lovin the way we put it on y’all (owww babay)
I
Know you know I really mean well busy givin me head all up in side my v12
Female
Bitches throwin there pussy at retail all up in your face seein every inch of
Your detail now we rollin with bigger money we foldin crackin mo in the safe
For
Money we holdin hold on pause these bitches be dropping there draws getting
Flat on there stomach and poppin in it all on the floor come in to get us we
Tossin you niggas like lettuce leavin you beat up regreatn’ the moment you met
Us bitches open for bonen and fuckin they starving the lettuce sweaten and
Drippin starten on niggas and starten to wet us (so) check out the way that we
Rep’n when we comin to get it get the fuck out the club if yah ain’t roillin wit
It I be givin you bitches some shit you be want’n a goggle hittin these bitches
They focusing wantin a model
Wether you whipping up in a truck or u reven the throttle or you willin out in
The club
Or you throwin a bottle just let me see it mamma and start showin your shit i
Love the
Way you make it bounce and get to throwin your shit
Bounce
Represent where your from
Bounce let me see yah throw it
Bounce bounce let me see yah throw it
Bounce to all my ladies
Bounce I love the way you make it bounce
So let me see yah throw it bounce
Let me see yah throw it bounce
East coast niggas let me see ya throw it bounce
West coast niggas let me see ya throw it bounce
Dirty south niggas let me see yah throw it bounce
Midwest niggas let me see yah throw it bounce

Bounce

Busta Rhymes - Give It To Me

Busta Rhymes Talking
Yeah
Shorty I know what you need
I got everything you need
I promise I ain′t gonna hold out either
I′ma give it all to you baby
It′s on, bust it

[Chorus: 1- Busta Rhymes 2- Mariah Carey]

[1] - Baby if you give it to me
I′ll give it to you
I know what you want
You know I got it
Baby if you give it to me
I′ll give it to you
As long as you want
You know i got it

[2] - Baby if you give it to me
I′ll give it to you
I know what you want
You know I got it
Baby if you give it to me
I′ll give it to you
As long as you want
You know i got it

[Verse 1: Spliff Star]
We been together for a few years
Shared a few tears
Called each other nicknames
Like Sugar Plum and Poo Bear
I′m always on the road
I′m hardly ever home
Always busy this busy that
Can′t talk on the phone
I know you aggrevated
Walk around frustrated
Ya patience gettin′ short
How long can you tolerate it
Listen ma I′m just motivated
I do this for us
Step on the grind tryin′ to elevate it now

[Verse 2: Baby Sham]
Hey yo to really be honest
You stuck with me through my whole struggle
Can′t express the words
How much the kid loves ya
I′ma stand as a man never above ya
I can tell that you different from most
Slightly approach you
And that ill shit about it
We gon′ sex every day
But when we sex we tease
In a passionate way
I love the way you touch it
Those little elaborate ways
Got the guard feelin′ released
To relax for the day
It′s on you ma

[Chorus 1- Busta Rhymes 2- Mariah Carey]

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Shh, mami listen
I feel ya love for me baby
And how it move through you
I been longin′ for the moment
To talk the truth to you
Listen, I′m never home
I always get up and go
Puttin′ you through the unnecessary rigga-ma-ro
I never meant to put a thousand pounds
Of stress on ya head
I love the way we sleep
And always cuddle in bed
Baby, I stay embracin′ ya patience
Sheddin′ ya tears with me
I ask you my mami
Please continue to bear with me

[Verse 4: Rah Digga]
We started out broke
Constantly on a roll
Cuttin′ up in the streets like we would never get old
Went from Lucy′s and buses to fifty cent sodas
And Novas to Hondas to Lexus to Rovers
Mad years passed
Still got each other back
Word is bond never screw none of these industry cats
We like Scull and Mulder
Walkin′ shoulder to shoulder
Milkin′ this game watchin′ our seeds gettin′ older

[Chorus 1- Busta Rhymes 2- Mariah Carey]

[Verse 5: Busta Rhymes]
Yes you know I′ll die for you
And ya know I′ll ride with you
I will always try with you
And give ya my love and cry with you

[Verser 6: Mariah Carey]
I will climb a mountain high
Until I was up to touch the sky
So baby come and get more close to me
This is where your love is supposed to be

[Verse 7 : Rampage]
I pull up to the house in a yellow Lamborghini
It′s been a few months in PA you haven′t seen me
Ya lookin′ good in that Gucci bikini
38 carats ya ring lookin′ freezy
No matter what I do in the world you never leave me
Fall back ma I′ll make ya lifestyle easy
I appreciate the things ya do to please me
Lookin′ at my daughter you′ll never do me greasy

[Chorus 1- Busta Rhymes 2- Mariah Carey]

[Busta Rhymes speaking with Mariah ad-libs]
Flipmode Records, J Records
Def Jam Records
Busta Rhymes...Mariah
Flipmode Squad, yeah
So beautiful
Ah-ha I knew you was gon′ give me that high note
Mariah
Ah-ha-ha yeah

Busta Rhymes - Ante Up

[Busta Ryhmes]
Attention please, attention please!!
This shit here feels like a whole entire WORLD collapsed!
Motherfuckerrrrrrrrrr! Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) yeah!
Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
Buck (buck) buck (buck) buck (buck) buck (buck) buck

Busta Rhymes now, M.O.P. now
What you want now? (What you want now?)
What you want now? (What you want now?)
What you want now? (What you want now?)
What you want now?
(What you want want want want want want BUCK BUCK)

ANTE UP!! No, cut that fool!
They want to act stupid gun-butt that fool
When I cock that tool, nigga run your damn jewels
′fore we fuck around and lay you up in your own blood pool, nigga
Hunt you down nigga, run your ass down
Unleash the hounds til them niggaz′ll gun your ass down (STOP IT)
You frontin like this was a thing of the past
With tattoos over the scars a nigga left on your ass!
My niggaz think lopsided, bust they gat cross-sided
In the subways they rob trains runnin along-side it!
(BUCK BUCK) See motherfucker we don′t play with that shit
And if you want your shit back you had to PAY for that shit!
You little costume niggaz, Romper-Room niggaz
Get you in the night or early in the afternoon niggaz
We takin your whole shit WHILE WE PASS THROUGH
Even the shirt off your back, nigga RUN THAT TOO

[Remi Martin]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I catch you backstage, give me the keys to the Escalade
You think you cute hoe? Take off them Gucci shades
I get my dogs to do you dirty, they all seven-thirty
Rock a ski-mask, whether it′s June or February
I take your show money (OHH!) take your ′dro money (OHH!)
Yo yap that fool, cause I don′t know money!
For my peeps that hat

Busta Rhymes - Show Me What You Got

Hoo!
Yeah it′s another one of them marvelous shits
Yeah, Flipmode, huh, Busta Rhymes shit, yeah
So remarkable, yeah
As I say it over and over again
From song to song, yeah, so remarkable
Hah, heh, yeah, so remarkable

[Verse 1]
Yo, yo, Busta Rhymes the immaculate raw
Hardcore, riggady raw, lay niggas flat on the floor
We climb into the back of the four
Nonchalant flavor fo′ sure, Timbs wit a aqua valor
Flava like you never seen it before
Ha, holy, sacred, and pure
Flipmode, be on it fo′ sure
Be incredible to settle the score
Like a nigga shot you in the face, through the peephole in the door
From New York, down to Singapore
Keep you niggas jumpin′ around, had the bitches beggin fo′ more
Street niggas, yeah we speak for the poor
Now we stack cheddar galore, when we shop and buy at the store
Metaphor like nuclear war
I warned niggas if you try to bite, shit I′ll leave a crack in your jaw
Take the livest niggas out on a tour
Make a nigga black in the spot, make you wanna take off a door

CHORUS:
All my dogs who hustle everyday
All my dogs who hustle everyday now
Own a store laundrymat around the way
And own a store laundrymat around the way now
We got to get it, YEAH!
My niggas, all my niggas
Show Me What You Got for me, what you got for me
All my niggas what ya got for me
All my shorties who stay fresh everyday
All my shorties that stay fresh everyday
My get money bitches who still hang around the way
All my get money bitches that chill around the way now
We got to get it, YEAH! We gotta...
My bitches, all my bitches, c′mon
Tell me what you got for me
What you got for me, all my bitches what you got for me

[Verse 2]
Now, yo, we stay packin the toast
Could give a fuck, bust at a ghost
And end up on the front of the post
Niggas know that I be rockin the most
Fuckin Ethiopian bitches, living in the ivory coast
Let me drug y′all niggas up wit a dose
Make you act just like you suppose′
Watch a nigga playin me close
Nowadays type of dough that we gross
I celebrate and throw me a roast
And get an old face for a host
We get it hype even when we be calm
Niggas know my word is my bond
When we come you know we the bomb
Hypnotic shit, get you retarded
Shoulda known it was a bad move
Fuckin around and gettin me started
Still whippin in the back of the truck
So what, not givin a fuck
In the streets, livin it up
So what happened to the last nigga bust
Could give a fuck whoever he was
Throw them niggas outta the clubs
Them niggas all, shit turnin me off
Tie ′em up, makin ′em cough
Gag ′em in the throat wit a cloff
After that we go and wild for the night
Make ′em know the style for the night
Car low, pile for the night
You know we always give y′all niggas a blaze
Black it out and party for days
Let y′all niggas fuck with the strays
Fuckin dimes at the end of the days
Gettin money but it′s too late
Got a nigga stuck in his ways

CHORUS

Busta Rhymes - As I Come Back

Here we come yo, here we go (what’s goin on now) - 3x
Busta rhymes nigga, here we go
Flipmode nigga, here we go
Neptunes nigga, here we go
Once again my niggas, here we go
Arrrrah!

[verse 1]
Come on, guess whos back in town,
Bitches get on the dance floor and pull ya shit on doownnah!
From miles around,
I been fuckin bitches up and flip a brand new soundraah!
The most hot shit all around
So hot it make a bitch wanna give me a poundraah!
Huh, fall on the ground, (come on)
Roll up a backwood and stay steamin the brrownraah!
The way we comin to town,
See we controllin the fort now, nigga give me the crrownraah!
Talk that shit to me girl, arrah, wha you say, arrah!
Strip for me, I got the camcorder shorty make a flick for mearrah!
And how wide ya ass get split for mearrah!
See how we makin you black
And from the party and we keep the d.j bringin’ it back
Im sayin

[hook 2x]
Uh, uh, uh all over the track man, uh
Pardon me, uh, as I come back
Uh, uh, uh all over the track man, uh
Pardon me, uh, as I come back, nigga

[verse 2]
What we gon do in two thousand two,
Even though we havin fun in two thousand oneraah!
Stay strapped, grippin my gun
Packed in the truck, packed with bitches stackin my onerrah!
And while we wlyin’ in fun,
All of my bitches show me ya ass and rep where you fromraah!
Come on, arrah, cuttin’ it down
Such a way we make police come and shuttin it downrraah!
I hope you see how we takin it there
And while we at it motherfucker throw ya hands in the airraah!
Valet parkin the car
While we up in the club buyin every drink in the barraah!
We givin you this shit, come on
We showin niggas how we always flip the script come onrraah!
Back off, get out my face,
And everytime we come through nigga, give me my space
Im sayin

[hook 2x]

[verse 3]
For my dogs we be keepin it raw
But bitches be gasin a nigga, please give me some moreraah!
They way you be shakin ya shit to the floorrah!; damn!...arrah!!
I’ma give it to you mami for sure
And if you couldn’t take it then what is you fuckin me forrah!
Ya niggas know how to act
And when we arrive niggas know we come to pushin shit back
Im sayin

[hook 2x]

Busta Rhymes - Rumble In The Jungle

[wyclef]
(come on)
Root to the fruit
More bass than bootsy collins
You verses me
Thats like ali verses foreman (a-ha)
God’s act, stand back and watch
Devil’s time out
Can’t be timed with no swatch watch
Who I am, the black abraham
Zunga zunga zang, yellow man, vietnam
Add an extra bar as I spar with literature
Taking kingdoms from tsars
Winning more wars than the moors

[forte]
Hey, what’s the deal?
I seen the devil spar with allah
Mathematics was the key to set my whole race free
You might debate we, a refugee
No harm hurt me
Dying, thirsty from the struggle
To my own hustle bubble
On the low, woe is me
To show the free bob right
The righteous asiatic thinker
While satan rob light
Civilised like the molly
Burgundy, wildy rocking
Seen the fifth when ali clocked him
John forte will keep you locked in


[q-tip]
People all around
You got to recognise and witness
The mister who swift enough to knock you out with mic fitness
Hands blistered from holding the mics tight
Some say it’s fright night
Well throw the r after the f ’cause I’m gonna take away your breath
The bell rings and now it’s just a daily operation
Yo, you saw my lubrication
You can see this occupation (the winner)
Eh, you know we’re from q-borough
L-booie and clef the trainers, prazwell promote the throw

[lauryn hill]
We used to bite bullets with the pig-skin casing
Now we perfect slang like a gang of street masons (uh)
Scribe check make connects
True pyramid architects (yeah)
Replace the last name with the x (x)
The man’s got a God complex
But take the text and change the picture
Watch muhammad play the messenger like holy muslim scriptures
Take orders from only god
Only war when it’s jihad
See ali appears in zaire to reconnect 400 years
But we the people dark but equal give love to such things
To the man who made the fam’ remember when we were kings

Blocks on fire (block’s on fire tonight)
Fiends getting higher (uh-huh)
Robbing blue collar
(hey yo we rob them blue collars)
Killing for a dollar (stick ’em up)
Youths get tired (ali ah yeah)
We’re dealing with them liars (ali ah yeah)
(we’re dealing with too many liars)
From brooklyn to zaire (uh-huh ah yeah)
We need a ghetto messiah (ah yeah come on)

Send me an angel in the morning, baby
Send me an angel in the morning, darling
Send me muhammad in the morning, baby
Send me an angel in the morning, darling

[ali shaheed muhammad]
Once the pen hits the pad it’s danger
To this I be no stranger
Step inside the ring and I’ll derange you (come on)
I’m hearing no comments
Everyone looks dispondent
Dejected, rejected similiar to liston
Catching lists
Beat it, sonny
My man is still the greatest in this
To hell with frazier yappin’ about that negative shit
Now listen, you can try and escape if you want to
But ask yourself, who the hell you gonna run to
Like sade abu you got a punch that I can sleep to
Fugees, tribe, busta rhymes forever coming through

[prazwell]
We sing amazing grace over two dollar plate
One roll snake eyes like jake the snake
Many lies put up for stakes
Wash our sins at the great lakes
You and I cannot see eye to eye
So therefore we cannot relate
I’m here when I make myself crystal clear
You fled to cape fear when I laced you in zaire
Tussle with a lasso in the royal rumble
Seperate boys from men in the concrete jungle

[busta rhymes]
I remember when cassius clay flipped the script
Taking trips to zimbabwe
Africans started calling the God ali bumbaye (so bwoy)
It be the God stricken, God nutrition, lightly stricken (ha)
Blow that make you feel like you was poison bitten
Ha yo I’m ’bout to blister you and your sister
Predicting every ass whipping before my fights my nigga
This be your last warning once you walk past the doorman
Ali and foreman gonna lock ass until the morning
Marvellous finances provided by joseph mobutu
Special guests of honour like the archbishop desmond tutu
We watched the rumble in the jungle
To see who be the targeted uncle to be the first to fall and fumble
Nuff blows they gettong thrown, like solid milestones
Internally shaking up niggas, imbalance your chromosones
With the force of a thousnad warriors
When I bust your ass identify me as the lord victorious

Blocks on fire (you’re a star)
(blocks on fire)
Fiends getting higher (you’re a star)
Robbing blue collar (you’re a star)
(yeah rob them blue collars)
Killing for a dollar (you’re a star)
Youths get tired (you’re a star)
(youths getting tired)
We’re dealing with them liars (you’re a star)
(we’re dealing with too many liars)
From brooklyn to zaire (you’re a star)
We need a ghetto messiah

Busta Rhymes - Break Ya Neck

[Busta Rhymes]
Yea.. Check it out, see
The only thing you need to do right here is,
Is nod your fuckin head
Yeah, yeah
Break ya fuckin neck bitches
Yeah, yeah
Here we go now..

Where we goin now?
Where we goin now?
Give it away, give it away, give it away now
Give it away, give it away, give it away now
Just give it away nigga
Yeah, here we go now

[Verse 1]
Tell me wat′chu really wanna do (Come here ma)
Talk to a nigga, talk with me
You look like you could really give it to a nigga,
from the way you talk and the way ya try to walk for me
The way you really try to put it on a dawg
Threw ya hips like ya never did before for me
The way you break yo′ back, and I break yo′ neck,
and the way you try to put it on the floor for me
(Come on!) Come on (Come on!) Oh yeah
Tell me where my niggas is at (Ok!!)
Lemme address y′all niggas one time,
while I lock that down, and I hit′cha wit that (YOU GONE!)
That bomb shit, y′all niggas gone all day
Be the nigga in the drop,
Y′all niggas know every time I come through,
this motherfucker, where we always takin the ride
(So let me do this bitch)
Y′all niggas know when we come, we be makin it flop,
the way we makin it hot′ll make a nigga wanna stop... {*pause*
Get money, then cash that check for me
All my niggas just bust yo′ tech for me
Everybody from every hood bang yo′ head,
′til you break your motherfuckin head for me!

[Chorus]
Just let me give you real street shit,
to ride in yo′ shit with
Recline yo′ seat, rewind this heat
Keep bouncin up and down these streets
So nod yo′ head and
Break yo′ neck nigga!
Break yo′ neck nigga!
Break yo′ neck nigga!
Bang yo′ head until you start to
Break yo′ neck nigga!
Break yo′ neck nigga!
Break yo′ neck nigga!
Break yo′ neck!

[Verse 2]
Come along now (Let′s put it down nigga!)
When I bounce back and you know I done caught my breath,
y′all niggas all know how we do,
when the way we bang niggas in the head, and we do it to death
(We fold ′em back whodi!) The fire boy, you know we bakin a ounce
I know you love the way we be givin you the music, makin you bounce
Now fuck it up just a little for my niggas,
everytime we come through niggas know that we did it for y′all (Uh-huh)
And the way we do it for the people,
niggas know we always give it to y′all
I said bounce (Come on!)
In the day time or the night, when ya creepin along,
Well just bang this shit up in the truck,
while you break yo′ neck, now motherfucker try to figure my flow
See the way we come right through (When we come right through!)
We be always blowin the spot, again and again,
and make a nigga really wanna STOP... {*pause*
Better tell yo′ crew, yo′ peeps,
all my niggas better put they troops on
And gather up your soldiers nigga,
you know you better keep yo′ boots on
All my niggas in the place (Aiyyo!)
Wave your hands high now, and the way we put it down,
make a nigga wonder what he really gonna try now
What′cha really wanna do?
Just place your bet, and put′cha money where ya mouth is (Ah-hoo)
All my niggas in the street just break yo′ neck and keep on boun-cin!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Here we go, and you know everytime Busta-Bus be holdin the fort,
my nigga watch how we shuttin it down,
The way we put it on, comin through like a steamroller,
me and Dre nigga ain′t no fuckin around
My nigga (WHAT!) Yeah whattup,
Me and my team got a link cuz you know we stay choppin it up
And when get up in the club,
or how my niggas at the bar how we lockin it up
And we get a little (High!) And we get a little (Drunk!)
And we get a little (Crunk! Come on!)
Lemme give y′all niggas some shit,
that′ll make you wanna bang this out yo′ trunk (Come on!)
Get money, then cash that check for me
All my niggas just bust yo′ tech for me
Everybody from every hood, bang yo′ head,
′til you break yo′ motherfuckin neck for me!

[Chorus]

Busta Rhymes - I Know What You Want

[ft. Flipmode Squad, Mariah Carey]

Yeah
Shorty I know what you need
I got everything you need
I promise I ain′t gonna hold out either
I′ma give it all to you baby
It′s on, bust it

[Chorus: 1- Busta Rhymes 2- Mariah Carey]

1- Baby if you give it to me
I′ll give it to you
I know what you want

You know I got it
Baby if you give it to me
I′ll give it to you
As long as you want
You know I got it

2- Baby if you give it to me
I′ll give it to you
I know what you want
You know I got it
Baby if you give it to me
I′ll give it to you
As long as you want
You know I got it

[Verse 1: Spliff Star]
We been together for a few years
Shared a few tears
Called each other nicknames
Like Sugar Plum and Poo Bear
I′m always on the road
I′m hardly ever home
Always busy this busy that
Can′t talk on the phone
I know you aggrevated
Walk around frustrated
Ya patience gettin′ short
How long can you tolerate it
Listen ma I′m just motivated
I do this for us
Step on the grind tryin′ to elevate it now

[Verse 2: Baby Sham]
Hey yo to really be honest
You stuck with me through my whole struggle
Can′t express the words
How much the kid loves ya
I′ma stand as a man never above ya
I can tell that you different from most
Slightly approach you
And that ill shit about it
We gon′ sex every day
But when we sex we tease
In a passionate way
I love the way you touch it
Those little elaborate ways
Got the guard feelin′ released
To relax for the day
It′s on you ma

[Chorus 1- Busta Rhymes 2- Mariah Carey]

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Shh, mami listen
I feel ya love for me baby
And how it move through you
I been longin′ for the moment
To talk the truth to you
Listen, I′m never home
I always get up and go
Puttin′ you through the unnecessary rigga-ma-ro
I never meant to put a thousand pounds
Of stress on ya head
I love the way we sleep
And always cuddle in bed
Baby, I stay embracin′ ya patience
Sheddin′ ya tears with me
I ask you my mami
Please continue to bear with me

[Verse 4: Rah Digga]
We started out broke
Constantly on a roll
Cuttin′ up in the streets like we would never get old
Went from Lucy′s and buses to sixty cent sodas
And Novas to Hondas to Lexus to Rovers
Mad years passed
Still got each other back
Word is bond never screw none of these industry cats
We like Scull and Mulder
Walkin′ shoulder to shoulder
Milkin′ this game watchin′ our seeds gettin′ older

[Chorus 1- Busta Rhymes 2- Mariah Carey]

[Verse 5: Busta Rhymes]
Yes you know I′ll die for you
And ya know I′ll ride with you
I will always try with you
And give ya my love and cry with you

[Verser 6: Mariah Carey]
I will climb a mountain high
Until I was up to touch the sky
So baby come and get more close to me
This is where your love is supposed to be

[Verse 7 : Rampage]
I pull up to the house in a pink Lamborghini
It′s been a few months in PA you haven′t seen me
Ya lookin′ good in that Gucci bikini
38 carats ya ring lookin′ freezy
No matter what I do in the world you never leave me
Fall back ma I′ll make ya lifestyle easy
I appreciate the things ya do to please me
Lookin′ at my daughter you′ll never do me greasy

Chorus 1- Busta Rhymes 2- Mariah Carey

Flipmode Records, J Records
Def Jam Records
Busta Rhymes...Mariah
Flipmode Squad, yeah
So beautiful
Ah-ha I knew you was gon′ give me that high note
Mariah
Ah-ha-ha yeah

Aztecs - Мой мир Мой стиль

Машины,клубы,журналы мой мир мой мир
Полные мани карманы мой стиль мой стиль
Читая лирику ты никогда не будешь первым
Я в рэпе ради славы , Я в рэпе ради денег!!

Машины,клубы,журналы мой мир мой мир
Полные мани карманы мой стиль мой стиль
Читая лирику ты никогда не будешь первым
Я в рэпе ради славы , Я в рэпе ради денег!!

Я поивился как лирик сопя под нудные ритмы
Теперь как деньги машина штампую четкие рифмы
Слова понятные всем , высшего качества минусы
Ты называешь хип хопом? я зову это бизнесс
Рифмую соблюдая главную идею Рэпа
Плевать на лирику всю и на упреки в целом
Очередной шедевр рыдает вся планета
Я засыпаю когда слушаю твои куплеты
Мои слова ради денег
Мое призвание слова мои безумные фразы летят налево направо
Я наплевал на все нравы
И на завистников лица
Отныне мое дело зделав бабки веселиться
Говорят что мы мажоры!Мажоры ну что же?
Кому ненравится пусть затыкают свои рожы!
Ничто им не поможет зарабатывать как мы
Читая трэки о жизни,боли и любви


Машины,клубы,журналы мой мир мой мир
Полные мани карманы мой стиль мой стиль
Читая лирику ты никогда не будешь первым
Я в рэпе ради славы , Я в рэпе ради денег!!


Машины,клубы,журналы мой мир мой мир
Полные мани карманы мой стиль мой стиль
Читая лирику ты никогда не будешь первым
Я в рэпе ради славы , Я в рэпе ради денег!!

Все пишут тексты про жизнь а я опять в своем стиле
Читаю тексты про клубы про телоу и лимузины
Пускаешь в спину упреки мои текста ложь?
Я сочиняю шедевры пока ты ересь несешь!
Пишу на студии трэки на новый сольный альбом
А ты рыдаешь и стонешь какая жизнь дерьмо
Да я живу и не плачу об этом и о другом
Ты тратишь время на это! я наживаюсь на нем
Я прожил жизнь наркоманом
Кому это надо?
Сейчас всемирная цель набить деньгами карманы
Я лезу в этот бизнесс ради миллионных контрактов,
Большой машины,дома,телок белые акты
Бокалов хенеси,сигар,долларов и евро
когда другие батрачат как на плонтации негры
Беру быка за рога а вы корову за вымя
я буду делать деньги чтобы мне не говорили!

Машины,клубы,журналы мой мир мой мир
Полные мани карманы мой стиль мой стиль
Читая лирику ты никогда не будешь первым
Я в рэпе ради славы , Я в рэпе ради денег!!

Aztecs - Сейчас как никогда

Всем привет - теперь не о рэпе рэп,
Тускнеет свет, и мне не 18 лет
Уже нет сигарет, но так же манит дым
Оставшись тем же, я становлюсь другим.
Я стал взрослее, со мной мои слова взрослее,
Хип-хоп меня лишил всего, а я в него все верю,
Мои слова так же кочуют с бита на бит,
Кому не нравится это - тот просто промолчит.
Я не настаиваю - сколько людей - столько мнений,
Идти работать - как не умел, так не умею
Это неправильно наверное, в мои - то годы-
Но я уже давно решил пересечь болото
С улыбкой вспомню свои глупые фразы и строки
Я не жалею ни о чем, я лишь подвел итоги
Взглянул назад, принял, попробовал, все взвесить
Aztecs 4 life and Check 2010

Дорого стоят главные роли в истории
Победители те, чьи корабли не тонут
Меня заводит ощущение запаха крови
Глаза горят, кулаки сжаты перед боем
Как год назад, как два назад
Как в первый раз
Hey, we go high
Продолжение, если ты не променял
Сейчас или никогда для тех, кто этого ждал


Ночами на луну, чтобы к утру вернуться
Мы пишем наши истории под удары пульса
Моя муза вокруг, мысли расставлены в бит
Самый преданный друг, my который дымит
Не забыл о своих, дома все вроде бы в норме,
Всем на Волге привет, помню, где мои корни
Катаюсь в клипах на метро мимо клоунов в форме,
И если ты еще не понял - рэп меня не кормит

Дрянь сделала меня иным
от ноты До до буквы Я я оживляю свои сны

Сменил будни студенчества на холостяцкий быт,
Но этот бит в голове назойливо звучит
Прибавил в весе килограмм на 10
Все от железа, и в интернете я стал интересен
Спасибо песням, что льются к вам по проводам,
Зажечь огонь в глазах - сейчас как никогда!

Aztecs - Будет жить (feat. ST)

ST Сто из Ста, Aztecs, два, два нуля девять, Флэтлайн!

Припев:
Я не рэп, но я умею делать рэп,
Сердце пульсирует в ритм под каждый клик и клэп,
Ты можешь мои диски сжечь, а меня пристрелить,
Но рэп будет жить, мой рэп будет жить!
Мой рэп будет жить, мой рэп будет жить, мой рэп будет жить!
Жить, жить, жить, жить, жить!

Я никогда не сдамся и не опущу руки,
И не буду говорить, о том, что крут, если нет заслуги,
Но если кто-то считает мой рэп чем-то отвратным,
Я не буду в сотый раз ему доказывать обратное!
Я делаю, что умею уже четыре года,
Тогда ещё мы считали, что мы - четыре Бога,
Сейчас смешно это слышать, но слушать это смешнее,
Но для меня этот рэп будет живых всех живее.
От детской лирики и до тупого dirty south ,
Я сделать так хотел, чтоб в уши все слова врезались.
Мы добивались качества, пренебрегая смыслом малость,
А нам, сука, повесили ярлык "баунс"!

Припев:
Я не рэп, но я умею делать рэп,
Сердце пульсирует в ритм под каждый клик и клэп,
Ты можешь мои диски сжечь, а меня пристрелить,
Но рэп будет жить, мой рэп будет жить!
Мой рэп будет жить, мой рэп будет жить, мой рэп будет жить!
Жить, жить, жить, жить, жить!

Это давно стало больше, чем музыка,
Сто из Ста по-прежнему делает вкусно!
Мне смеются в спину, значит я впереди,
Я порву тебя, как Жанну Фриске канал MTV!
Я видел жизнь не с лучшей её стороны.
Но моя вера в Святых мне помогала идти,
Моя злость разрывает меня изнутри,
И мне надоело твердить себе: "Саша, остынь!"
MC, чей рэп тату, сделанное хной,
Вроде красивый рисунок, но не пропитано болью,
Но не на длительный срок, тем более тупо дань моде,
Вроде бы не один слой водой её тотчас же смоет!
И всё пустое, если не от сердца,
Если потакать тенденциям, то теряется ценность,
ST добавляет в музыку перца,
Твои рецепторы ликуют от такого десерта!

Припев:
Я не рэп, но я умею делать рэп,
Сердце пульсирует в ритм под каждый клик и клэп,
Ты можешь мои диски сжечь, а меня пристрелить,
Но рэп будет жить, мой рэп будет жить!
Мой рэп будет жить, мой рэп будет жить, мой рэп будет жить!
Жить, жить, жить, жить, жить!

Я не рэп, но в рэпе я, запоминай бро,
Что я получил деньги, славу? За это я не получил ничего!
Два с половиной года, прошло теперь в моей жизни три,
Я не знаю, сколько выделено мне, но верю, мой рэп будет жить!
Я буду верить в свои силы, стараться осилить до самого последнего вдоха,
Пока я вижу, слышу, говорю, пока я чувствую, что в этом есть хоть капля толка,
Всё это в стоге сена иголка, я не хочу и я не замолкну,
Чтоб не покрыться пылью на полке, я буду изучать это от корки до корки!
Те, о ком пока не пишут, кого не ждут, и пока не ищут, но
Пока не заработал тыщи, но уверен, что мы тянем на миллион!
Вот он [вот он] - альбом [альбом], итог [итог] мы ждем [мы ждем],
Оу, бой, расскажи всем, что Ацтеки - это как огонь!
Вырывается криком и разлетается искрами,
Уже пятый год мы собираемся с мыслями, уже пятый год вопрос "Надо или...?",
Но мы пришли сюда, чтобы о нас заговорили!
Просто так, не веря никому, ты знаешь, я не верю никому,
Здесь каждый сам не верит никому,
Здесь каждый рэпер, что не рэпер, то тру!
Это точно будет жить, наша тема будет жить!
"Сейчас или никогда" развеет ваши миражи!

Припев:
Я не рэп, но я умею делать рэп,
Сердце пульсирует в ритм под каждый клик и клэп,
Ты можешь мои диски сжечь, а меня пристрелить,
Но рэп будет жить, мой рэп будет жить!
Мой рэп будет жить, мой рэп будет жить, мой рэп будет жить!
Жить, жить, жить, жить, жить!
Мой рэп будет жить, мой рэп будет жить, мой рэп будет жить!
Жить, жить, жить, жить, жить!
Мой рэп будет жить, мой рэп будет жить, мой рэп будет жить!
Жить, жить, жить, жить, жить!

Aztecs - Нет пути назад (ft. Main Block)

Aztecs
Main Block
Для всех любителей больших денег

Припев;(2 раза)
Большие деньги — Да!
Большая слава — Да!
Большие города и большие гонорары
Я добьюсь, чего хотел,я уверен, что смогу,
Буду добиваться лучшего, пока я не умру.

Не опуская рук, я иду с новым дыханием,
Верю в свою мечту — я не верю обещаниям.
Да, ты знаешь, для меня это, как воздух
Никогда, да, верить никогда не поздно.
Я не верю в мечту, а бегу за ней,
С каждой новой неудачей я становлюсь сильней,
Не боюсь отдать время ради своего шанса,
Свысока смотреть на тех, кто во мне сомневался

Я каждый день хочу прожить, как будто он последний,
И нету знакак Стоп перед желанием заветным
Если поставил цель — то буду биться до конца —
Я сам Творец, не надо ссылок на Творца.
Оглядываться будешь, если ты на новом Бэнтли.
Если ты в рэпе — то без оглядок, если в рэпе.
Нет никаких чудес, и все в твоих руках, брат.
Но помни:в этой игре нет пути назад.

Припев:(2 раза)

Я не продаюсь и не продамся, надеюсь, верите,
Забудь, что выбрал я — получал только копейки.
Но нет пути назад, ведь все это — как наркотик,
Все это равноценно травле монстра свежей плотью.
Буду стараться сделать лучше, если все плохо,
Я был рожден для этого — с этим я и сдохну.
Попал в водоворот — отсюда выбраться нельзя,
Я выбрал рэп — и нет теперь пути назад.

Не заморочен, но точен, я рэпом заточен
От жизни залрочен, но почему — то хочется очень
Залезть на вершину -Да!, забраться на пик
И не менять на a.k.a свой собственный ник.
Почему лабил на сотни лирик, слез и истерик?
Почему пытаюсь я попасть звездой в ваш телик?
Полчему на позитиве теперь делаю акцент? —
Не хочу грузиться жизнью, получать хочу процент.

Я слишком далеко зашел, чтобы оступиться,
Я слишком многого не знаю, но продолжаю биться,
Создавая свой мир, рифмой броской,
Живя в каждой строчке, делая все четко.
Много раз цирка падения в своей карьере,
Но все, что меня не убивает,делает сильнее,
Теперь уже на грани я — делай свой довод.
Main Block, Aztecs — идти назад довольно поздно.
Припев: (3 раза)

Aztecs - Быстрая жизнь (ft. G-Maxee)

На миражи, лишь бы не тратить года,
И друг за другом тонут наши города
В иллюзиях, в иллюзиях, в иллюзиях, в иллюзиях.
Скажи зачем льются слова, как вода,
Разве не видишь, тонут наши города
В иллюзиях, в иллюзиях, в иллюзиях.

Эти минуты и часы, меняются интересы,
И город, что был родным, становится просто тесным.
Я незнаю, кто быстрей, попозже покажет время,
Помню голоса людей, друзей, что не успели
И этот огромный мир меняется на глазах
Его я рисовал другим, и видел в других цветах.
Время ставит на места, где — то там, в конце пути
Выбор будешь делать сам, ведь вскоре нужно уйти

Знаю, внутри — что — то большее, чем желание жить,
Но вряд ли уснем, не вспомнив о самом главном.
И если есть о чем сказать, то лучше сейчас скажи,
Ведь годы бегут так незаметно и плавно.
Мы не утонем в этом океане лжи,пока храним все то, чем мы дорожим.
Пока на небе знаем день, когда мы встретим смерть,
Так мало времени, и так много нужно успеть.

На миражи, лишь бы не тратить года,
И друг за другом тонут наши города
В иллюзиях, в иллюзиях, в иллюзиях, в иллюзиях.
Скажи зачем льются слова, как вода,
Разве не видишь, тонут наши города
В иллюзиях, в иллюзиях, в иллюзиях, в иллюзиях.

Мои года летят быстрей, больше мысли об одном —
О счастье родных детей, которым построю дом.
Больше пыли на часах, наверное, не прощу.
Время трачу просто так, на мелочь и пустоту.
Мое время — моя жизнь, вокруг — лишь миражи,
Куча роботов из плоти потонут в болоте лжи.
Если для себя решил, попробуй удержи,
Время пролетает быстро, мимо пустых вершин.

Так много войны, войны, которой нет конца,
Так много кто сошел с пути, не потеряв лица,
Вы в наших сердцах, мы продолжаем ваше дело,
Идти, не растворяясь между черным или белым.
Так много ролей, так мало кто играет честно,
Так много персонажей, чье кино неинтересно.
Ставит на место время, как строгий отец,
Так много в мегаполисе одиноких сердец.

На миражи, лишь бы не тратить года,
И друг за другом тонут наши города
В иллюзиях, в иллюзиях, в иллюзиях, в иллюзиях.
Скажи зачем льются слова, как вода,
Разве не видишь, тонут наши города
В иллюзиях, в иллюзиях, в иллюзиях, в иллюзиях.

Звездами на небе вижу ваши лица, тогда хотелось ошибиться
Месяцами, годами, снегами воспоминаний,
В небо птицы, куда так торопиться?
Не забывай, что мы ходим пока
Я не забуду никогда, обещаю
Храним в сердце покой, храним ваше тепло,
Сижу, пишу — а на улице уже светло.
Миллионами путей ходили, переживали и любили,
В руках держали недолго, но отпустили…
И я до сих пор не верю в это,
Не верю в то, что те, кто был когда — то, рядом нету
Слезы по щекам бегут и падают каплями вниз
Просто беги, торопись,
Успей — это быстрая жизнь!

На миражи, лишь бы не тратить года,
И друг за другом тонут наши города
В иллюзиях, в иллюзиях, в иллюзиях, в иллюзиях.
Скажи зачем льются слова, как вода,
Разве не видишь, тонут наши города
В иллюзиях, в иллюзиях, в иллюзиях, в иллюзиях.