Busta Rhymes - The Finish Line

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

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

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

-Chorus-

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

-Chorus-

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


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

-Chorus-

Hah
Yo Yo Yay Yo Yay
Yo Yo Yay

. .. Yay Yo Yay
. .. Yay

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Busta Rhymes - What it is right now

What it is right now


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Busta Rhymes - Get Out

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

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

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

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

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


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

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Busta Rhymes - The Heist

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

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

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

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

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

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

MONEY! 17x

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

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Busta Rhymes - Make It Clap

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[chorus]

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

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

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

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

[chorus]

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

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

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Busta Rhymes - Everybody Rise Again

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Busta Rhymes - Do the Bus a Bus

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Busta Rhymes - World Go Round

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

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

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

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

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

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Busta Rhymes - How Much We Grew

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

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

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

CHORUS

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

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

CHORUS repeats to end

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

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Busta Rhymes - Abandon Ship

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

Intro/Chorus One: repeat 2X

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

Chorus Two:

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

Verse One: Rampage the Last Boy Scout, Busta Rhymes

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

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

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

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

Chorus One
Chorus Two

Verse Two: Rampage, Busta

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chorus One

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Busta Rhymes - We Got What You Want

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

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

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

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

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

[Hook]

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

[Hook]

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Busta Rhymes - Wild Hot

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

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

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

Chorus (x3)

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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]

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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]

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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

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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

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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!

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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

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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

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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...

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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

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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!"

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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)

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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]

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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..

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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!

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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

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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!

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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]

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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

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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

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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)

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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)

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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..

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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

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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

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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)]

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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

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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

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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!!!!)

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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...

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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)

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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

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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

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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

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