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Busta Rhymes - Teachers, Don’t Teach Us Nonsense!

Good afternoon mr. mangini (good afternoon)
Yeah, I’ve got ahh.. three problems in my class (mmmhmm)
The first one is the dinco d (yeah right)
He’s always zoning out, spacing (put him in detention!)

[dinco d]
Don’t ring the bell I’m not comin to class
Teachers bein preachers how the hell can I pass?
First day of school and would zone to the rear
With a blind spot view and a one leg chair
I asked when what when what when class ends
The teacher points at the door: "go be with your friends!"
Yup! my rep was in effect to keep in step
So I stopped to drop bombs for a check
Cause all I learned was when where why what and who
And then I asked "do you think this is true? "
Out! like a strike that’s three and a number
Public education is makin some dumber
Further and further away, doin it out of sight
In a year the young, teacher should teach right
No class for a pupil without a pass but gun
Back in to pass but now in ninety-one
B-ball wavin pom-poms to cheers
Screaming for the team, who asks "where do we go from here? "

Second problem is the c brown (yeah right? )
He’s always playing kazoos (uh-huh) making outrageous noises (right)
Ad-libs... what should I do with him? (yo put him in detention too!)

[charlie brown]
Welllll, how now brown cow?
Make the girls go oooh-ahh-oooh-ahh!
School is shaky, sometimes flaky
Plenty frustrating, cheesy and cake-y
Why? ahh why? ahh
Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy... I was never on time
Always cuttin, goin to the gym
Stem and then I hear it’s him
The one, the one, c bro wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwn
This extra curriculum is beating them down
Ask the teachers, to teach me somethin
I can use, because they’re teachin me nothin
I tried to comply his lies, never dies
Insides, so I replied
"what about life? the real (the real)
Uncut uncensored deal (deal)"
I must not go ahh in class
I won’t pass, at last for the blast
Stop the brainwash, hang out to dry
Nonsense I’m convinced it’s lies
Truth to the youth is necessary
Important? damn! I’d say very
March! hut one hut two!
C’mon, march! hut three hut four!
I’d say just educate yourself
Don’t depend on your school for help
Read and write, cause it’s, evidence
Cause teachers, yo, they be teachin us nonsense

Now last but not least it’s a busta rhymes
(yeah I know which one you’re talking about)
He’s always talking to the girls, talking in class
Starting trouble, throwin spitballs
(yeah he’s a hardcore problem, uhh... detention!)

[busta rhymes]
Yo!! wake up in the morning to a big fat wow!
Gotta get to school, on time anyhow!
In school, the brainwash epidemic
Gotta hit em back with a rhyme calisthetic
Got enough beef with the kids who be switchin
Now I’m in school, and yo the teacher starts riffin
This and that, and yo it’s all irrelevant
As I get older gotta build my own intelligence
Teacher, what are you doin
Is it my rhymes that you’re really tryin to ruin
Back of the class then I come forth
The water lies between us, it’s time to cross
Me being the younger, him the elder
If we were in a war, he thinks I surrender
Kids on the block just scramblin ahhh
Cause the teacher’s in class just babblin oooh
They’re teachin nonsense, teachin total nonsense
Then they wonder why we so disobedience
Huh, he tried to break my back
Huh, I come, like black on the attack
Young and the restless, teacher don’t test this
If you try to front, you’ll be sure to get this
Pow boom bang, straight to the grill
Teach the truth yo, relax and chill
Pronunciation, vexed I’m pissed
Yo my man you better stop teachin us that nonsense
Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaahhhhhhhhhhhh
There it go like that!

Alright mr. mangini, aahh, what do you suggest that we do
About busta rhymes, charlie brown, and dinco d?
(those three problems? they’re never gonna amount to anything anyway
Throw em all out, expel em)

Hell no! we won’t go! *repeat and fade*

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:15:09

Busta Rhymes - Woo-Hah! Got You All In Check

Intro/outro 2x: busta rhymes (and odb singin some crazy stuff)

Y’alllll y’alllll y’alllll, y’all
Y’alllll y’alllll y’alllll, y’all
Y’alllll y’alllll y’alllll, y’all
Y’alllll y’alllll y’alllll, y’all

Chorus: busta rhymes, ol dirty bastard

The flip mode is the squad that controls your set
Woo-hah!! got you all in check

We on some outta state shoot like you watch star trek
Woo-hah!! got you all in check

You better keep my music bangin till it disconnect
Woo-hah!! got you all in check

Architects gettin money let me cash my check
Woo-hah!! got you all in check

Verse one: busta rhymes, ol dirty bastard

Busta rhymes up in the place with the oh-dee-bee
Busta rhymes you rhyme (dirty) whaaaat? (you rhyme after me)
The oh-dee-bee was nominated for a grammy
Congratulations bust with your solo elllllll-peeeh!!!
Puttin scratches in my lyrics like my name was kid capri
Blow up the spot, regardless of your nationality
And I’m the dirty dawg can’t uh (nuhzza uhzza nizza uh!) with meeee? ? ?
Took mariah on a fantasy!! yo
I had a wet dream that I was ------ jody wately
Doin wild shzz a nuh ain’t allowed to see
But we about to blow up the spot momentarily
Woo-hah!! ran stupid all throughout the country
And for youse to kill me? that wasn’t meants to be
I know it feel good muthafuh want the recipe!!
And whose the vigilante, in the place to be
The oh-dee-bee
Busta rhymes real quality!
My top philosophy, is to be the, volunatarily
Nuh, that rip your ass for free, ha-hah-hah, hah!

Intro/outro 1/2

Ohh baby I like it ra www, get with me!
Baby it’s frrrrrrreal ecstasy!
Yo ev-ery-time I design a flow, you see in 3d
Flow listening to me
Knock a nuh out, one two three!

Chorus

Interlude: ol dirty bastard

Dibby dabby dibbi dah, then I pass a lot
Let me get more hot, represent the spot
A mad squad when it comes to the art of rappin
I gotta keep your hands clappin
When you look at me, the type of guy I be
I’m a dirty dancer, making girlies panties move
Let them fly so I can blast up the duh
Girlies watch sayin "god, stop getting me hot!"

Verse two: busta rhymes, ol dirty bastard

May I talk shhh, yo kill the yappin
Word is bond baby, tell me how you look so smashin
Now I got your head hurt, you need an aspirin
Bashin your head in the wall, time for some action!
If you want a small piece well here’s a fraction
Of shhh that will bust your head quick, peep the transaction
Of how we keep muthafuh constantly crashin
They flyin with, think no shifts, now whose the champion?
I bring the wicked flow, like the latest fashion
Satisfaction baby keep your camera flashin

I was bust in the sperm cells mixed with old gold
Funkest mode, ’fore-you-should-list.., some go
Played for a wild irish rose
Bad uh nuh slam buh with no clothes
In the backseat of a ’back sixty-nine oldsmoz
Are your soles and toes in the windows? oh my, huh, zzzoom
Hey believe me when I say so
You’re in need ofarealnigc-ka-ka-ka-crambole

Chorus

Intro/outro

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:15:09

Busta Rhymes - Syntax Era

Chorus repeated once: busta rhymes, dinco d & charlie brown

Dinco, dinco, go dinco
Go charlie, charlie go
Charlie. go busta, busta
Go busta. you know we got style

Verse 1:
When it comes to shoutouts
Boogie brown is here don’t fear.
The clear just step to it. now I drive.
Come alive from the bottom to the top.
Temptation or confusion makes you wanna stop.
ButЎ (I know you, and you know me)
C.b.m.c. given to me by chuck d.
That’s deep as I look at all the videos.
Wack stage shows, wack page flows.
Biters non-rythm writers. (example the sample).
It was an age under and a stage back.
The girlie’s screaming she’s having a cardiac.
Like epileptic seizures no
Amnesia comatose double dose anaesthesia.
Damn. (damn) should I say.
What are you doing! , I dare at your stare so yo
Come do me, it’s done or rather should I say it’s on.
The mental instrumental I continue with.
My song yeah we’ve got jumping jerks with no understandings of
The east coast stomp. fam understand.
Several other brothers watch our videos the vidiots discover.

Verse 2:
(it’s just another case) wow! (base).
Why is everybody always picking on me.
Now let’s see our games played.
I’m donkey kong fat freak the notes.
Flip the script run the jewels.
(the leaders of the new school).
Yet I shine when I rhyme (you know, you know)
Always remember the scenario.

Syntax era

Chorus

Verse 3:
For the harper valley pete’s sake tea makes.
A great ace in a hole
You cheated gold, only sold to who
Was told now trembling remembering
When I timberland and down listen wait.
Who’s that coming around sounding like that sound.
I guess it’s dinco, milo, busta, and bro! wn.
Four minds of two kinds run one with the sun.
I love my father, mother, my brother, and the sisters
That come from all over the place to trace the base.
Inspector clouseau I wonder is true though.
Oh no, no more security.
Nets straight human casualties
Call for raw regrets in beat societies.
Lessons must speak,
Stand be strong. keep away from weak in the years long.
Life leaders let loose leading leftbacks.
And misguided youth letting leaks lack.
Levels of truth. look ma’ no hands.
Lend likes lots of love only lasting cause I’m asking.
Could we be above average not savage,
But near newly more duty, more than terror.
Peace to my girl.
"whoopsЎ± syntax era!

Chorus

Verse 3: busta rhymes
Copy cat do this, do that.
Wanna do something ?
Do this.
Chicky chaka chubaka.
Gitty getty gothca.
Ah man, all of a sudden people say I be buggin’
Rugged culture musikal hip-hop! I be lovin’
Gimme, gimme, gimme something.
Gimme something for nothing.
Rich blood sucker of the poor I see you.
Hickory, dickory.
Hay watch out for the trickery.
What happened to creativity, dignity, integrity.
Hey mr. sneaky-one don’t try to read my mind.
Just worry about getting yours, because I’m getting mines.
Leaders made a commitment to keep this type of music.
Livin’ forever.
Whatever, whatever.
We live in an era where errors aren’t made to
Remain an error, but I think that’s kinda better.
Understand that word and how you use it.
Rap is business music, hip-hop is cultural music.
Now you get to see the one sun getting super dumb.
Dance around because you know that we doin’ it for fun.
Flippin’ and trippin’.
You little sorry sucker you slippin’
Lay over my lap bacause I’m gonna
Give you a whippen.
Trippin’, dippin’ and winin’
Stop the damn crying.
I don’t know what you tryi! n’
You better stop lyin’.
With correct intellect, wetter, bigger and better.
As I come straight.
Check my syntax era.

Word to god, 1993, shit is solid.

2nd chorus repeated three times:

We are the l. (what!)
We are the o. (what!)
We are the n. (what!)
We are the s. (what!)

Chorus repeated three times

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:15:09

Busta Rhymes - Coming Off

Yo, everytime I mc I’m coming off
Yes it’s coming back to me

The b-u-s-t-a, hey!! yo when I mc I’m coming off
Yes it’s coming back to me
(repeat 3x)

The b-u-s-t-a, hey!!

Salute in sight/site, or get caught in the crossfire
Crush and trip the circuits, my niggaz is haywire
For sure corny nigga your time will soon expire
Retire cause your name ain’t no longer on the flyer
You abuse your every blessing, go say another pray-er
Still on the first floor, I take you a level higher
Your miss o’hara a la sweater smear off your mascara
Can’t take the heat, switch to eyeline, yo call sara
Rhymes penetrate the flesh and effect the bone marrow
Your dry spell flows sound like they stranded in de sahara
Smoke bombs, salute all my niggaz who smoke charms
Let’s take it to the garden or fields and smoke out the fat farms
Od’ing on the beat like the needles up in my arm
Then I whip your ass if you do not listen just like your moms
When I count to five, by the time I open my palm
I’ma fuck you up, like the united states got by vietnam
I go...

Yo, everytime I mc I’m coming off
Yes it’s coming back to me

The b-u-s-t-a, hey!! yo when I mc I’m coming off
Yes it’s coming back to me
(repeat 3x)

The b-u-s-t-a, hey!!

Rhyme flows cause damage on niggaz that’s unforgiven
Faggot must be getting dick in the ass yo, how ya livin?
You must been driven two up your ass when you was in prison
Up in the streets frontin like you hardcore, that’s done forbidden
Everytime I bomb this be predictions from nostradamus
Busta rhymes to fan bombs on your head and that’s a promise
The one thing that seems to be funny yet never stated
Is that I been creatin shit niggaz think they originatin
My displays make you feel like you need some x-rays
My music make y’all celebrate like important holidays
We got to break fool tactics and carry on with tradition
Whippin in the tahoe, and we wild in the exhibition
Wild bend your mindstate, smash your transmission
With no permission, you crossed the line and catch a whippin
Before I wash y’all niggaz down like liquid detergent
Watch the flame before I overcook shit, and start the burnin
So, watch me turn it on y’all niggaz that try to learn it
Gotta work to earn it, can’t come in without a permit
So hot, the wicked shit soundin so official
Little whistles sign with the blast of my scud missile
Pass the peas international paper stackin g’s
Overseas please you drivin nothin, pass the keys
Get subdued, watch me shoot dope, y’all know my attribute
Huh, make y’all niggaz jump with no parachute, like

Yo, everytime I mc I’m coming off
Yes it’s coming back to me

The b-u-s-t-a, hey!! yo when I mc I’m coming off
Yes it’s coming back to me
(repeat 3x)

The b-u-s-t-a, hey!!

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:15:08

Busta Rhymes - Busta Move

yo. you betta move
busta move buster..buster move
holler sexy
i love you
come ova here and fuck me up
i love you
holler sexy
come ova here and fuck me up
fuck fuck fuck fuck
shitty shitty shit shit shit
crap crap crap crap crap
fuck it beet it fuck it up
damn it fuck it crap shit shit


this is dedicated to all my sexy homies out there. i love you, you have no idea.
~holler~
carly ruben, myz, val carpy, sophie bernstein, lindsey powell, jess powell, taylor powell, jill
berman, ashley aruffo, molly cohen, kate silverstein, mara penne, rachel goodman, emily rittenburg,
emily fox, elise levyn, bethany broox, WENDY BROWN....-SEXIEST PERSON IN THE WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD,
becca odell, paige donondson, courtney fenimore, laura butler, kelly burke, kim kirkpatrick, emma
imbriglia, laura erstad & katlyn melvin.......and all my other sexies. holler and fuck me up
someday. i love you all soooooo much. you are all so hot and sexy and i want you to know i am always
here for you if you wanna...ya know...get a little dirrty. <3

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:15:08

Busta Rhymes - Do My Thang

Hahahhahhhhhahhhh ah!

(in background: Watch me get down and just do my thing baby) *8X*

Whoooo! Yes yes y′all
Busta Rhymes in the place to be in the place to be
Hah Flipmode is the place to be in the place to be
Hah party people it′s me let me do my thing
Let me do my thing let me do my thing
Baby doll follow me baby
Let me do my thing just check me out now

Open up your door let me on in
I just be wonderin -- if I could "do my thing baby"
Y′all think fast, before I get, all in your ass
Bend your frame like plexiglass
You motherfuckers, be actin like you, don′t know the half
You and your whole staff, make me laugh
Hah-hah-hah, hoh, y′all, you need to sing my song
With your similar features like Olivia Newton-John
Damn, OHH! I make the whole place warm, then
hit you with some shit that make you niggaz look deformed
Now, stay tuned to every Busta Rhymes, coming soon
I will King Kong on niggaz like guerilla monsoon, soon
Whoaahhh, what seems to be the whole analysis?
Busta Rhymes just be rippin shit, type miraculous
Bang you on your head so hard, shit be formin callouses
Let me get this loot so we can move up in these palaces

(in background: Watch me get down and just do my thing baby) *8X*

Word is bond
Let me do my thing, let me do my thing
Let me do my thing
Flipmode is the Squad, let us do our thing
Let us do our thing, hah
Yes yes baby, Busta Rhymes
Let me do my thing!
Let let let me do my thing, hah!

When I step in the place you should keep your mouth closed
Take your fat finger out your nose
You should just pay attention, and watch how I wild on records
Make you sing, "The Lord is my shepherd!"
In the process I do away with all nonsense
Hit you with magic like my name was Pocahontas
The dread, gon′ make you party til you dead
Niggaz quick to talk shit.. OOPS! Upside your head
Put your head to bed -- let me do my thing -- nuff said
Shit so hot make your chickenhead do the spread
Tell me what you said -- I said I never leave you misled
While you bullshit, I′d rather get the lucci instead
Hah-huh-hah-hee-hah! Flip until you fall
Whylin in your whip, til you crash into a brick wall
Through the nine-six, I be that nigga that be priceless
Always blowin up your spot, bringin more surprises
You, you know you really need to come clean
Let me do my thing, don′t you even try to intervene
I will endanger your species like an ostrich
Hold you hostage, and crazy feed you swine sausage
HAH! I be the number one chosen just to keep you open
Chill with your thoughts I got your brain frozen
Pay the prices made the needed sacrifices
To present the grand opening of Flipmode Enterprises

(in background: Watch me get down and just do my thing baby) *8X*

Hah hah, hahhahhh!
Whohh, let me do my thing!
Let me do my thing, please!
Let me do my thing - Flipmode is the Squad y′all!
Let us do our thing, please, let us do our thing
Oh yes it′s me, yes it′s the Squad
Flipmode, we gon′ do our thing

Let me do my thing for nine-five, nine-six, suck dick
Yes I got the bag full of brand new tricks
Dead in the face, yes I′m gon′ hit you with hits
Oh my God, me and my niggaz..

(drowned out by: Let me get down, do my thing) *4X*

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:15:08

Busta Rhymes - Theres Not a Problem My Squad Cant Fix

[Jamal]
C′mon, yeah.. villain
C′mon, aight?
I got this side right here
Take this side right there
C′mon do this
Busta Bus
C′mon, aight?
C′mon (here we go) stayin street

[Jamal]
Paws, to the wall, with the dirty dog, raw rap-ture
If you ain′t with it bite crotch til it break your jaw
(Your jaw) For tryin to knock us
Tryin to kill or stop us, jack our propers
Busta Bus, they fakin, the cake is for the takin
While they runnin they face, I′m lettin the plan bake
Formulate, now look at the plot, we got
more and more shit that′s hot, show to rock the spot
Clock or knot, nigga the whole pot
Ready or not, we comin, snatchin every comer
witcha hoe in the Benz-O, dumbin like a motherfucker

[Busta Rhymes]
You can be my lady, you coul even be my lollipop sucker
The road dawg baby comin like the mad trucker
Lot of jealous niggaz lookin funnier than Chris Tucker
God bless, oh yes, I stay fresh
Full of finesse, my congress show progress
Stylish, hit you with the shit to digest
In this rhyme shit we be some of the world′s finest
Your Highness, leavin corny niggaz spineless
Attack it with the classic rhyme flow timeless (ha ha)

Chorus: Busta Rhymes

Not a problem my squad can′t fix
Cause we can do, it in the mix
So when you niggaz talk trash, you can get a bust ass
Cause you know we don′t fuck around
When you niggaz talk shit, lay ya six feet under the ground,
ground ground, ground ground
When you niggaz talk shit, lay ya six feet under the ground,
ground ground, ground ground

[Jamal]
This is how we ride, throw your hands from side to side
It′s party time, and don′t forget get yours

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:15:07

Busta Rhymes - To My People

Chorus
Ya don’t stop
To my people in the front
Ya don’t stop
To my people in the rear
Say what
Throw your hands in the air
Ya don’t stop
To my people on the left
Ya don’t stop
To my people on the right
Ya don’t stop
To my people everywhere
Say what
Throw your hands in the air
Ya don’t stop
To my people in new york
Ya don’t stop
To my people down south
Ya don’t stop
To my people out west
Say what
Throw your hands in the air
To my hip hop niggas
Ya don’t stop
To my niggas in the street
Ya don’t stop
To my niggas gettin money
Say what
Throw your hands in the air
Ya don’t stop

[spliff star]
Uh, straight off the bat
My squad is known across the map
When y’all niggas show love then we show you love back
Y’all niggas want beef
Fuck it take it to the streets
Y’all niggas gon chill
Then we sit down and we build
My squad finally here
Unit of the year
We settin up shop and we ain’t going nowhere
We want it all
Even if we gotta brawl for it
We want it all
Even if you gotta fall for it
We stage wreckers
Fifty-two car deckers
Reppin to the world till the law come and get us
You jealous fellas
I’m puttin holes in vendettas
Twist your body
With two shells from a shottie pow!

[baby sham]
Niggas wanna get me touched
(naw they cant touch you)
Shinin and flossin too much
(naw they can’t cross you)
Light on my toes
Left him ten feet
Part from his heat
Play it softly
The truth speaks through this poetry
For me to call shot
Cock block my life
Add a little spice
Devil eyes snake rise on dice
Have your fam call christ
Flipmode battle for mics
All my shit be high priced
I’m slashing dikes
Feel me
Liftin thugs out they crease it’s quickly
Shift two keys in two weeks
And gross forty g’s
Report me
And live shortly
Slouch cat livin off calibil breeze
You wanna get involved
Better grip on tight
Take the next flight
We got it locked on the next bike

[rampage]
Check it out
I got the eye of a tiger
That’s plan to go higher
My squad is on fire
And till death do us
If the label wanna sue us
Yo I’m taking the reels
I’m the man with the gat that be ready to peel
I’m the one next to spliff when it’s time to ill
I’ma show by astro red cross and blue shields
Watch us make a move
Catch us on smokin groove
Rules house of blues
Mtv news
On the bus with my flipmode loco (loco)
Takin flicks
Hittin chicks by the dozen (dozen)
Keep a shot runnin
Now I’m on a journey
It take you twenty light years to burn me (burn me)
If you want beef call my attorney
All that other wack shit don’t concern me
I’m being felt
I got a title under my belt
I’m out to get the wealth
I’m bout my squad and myself

Chorus

[rah digga]
Uhh
Comin correct for all my flipmode brothers
Stats ratin higher then that of single mothers
Peace to my outz clique
Bitches that I bounce with
Everybody else get the gas like auschwitz
Like, flows for real like a rap bitch should
Type takin niggas out like they packaged goods
Rappers wanna contest
They buggin
Straight up and down we run the underground like h. tubman
What, I’m the bomb bitch
Nigga rah
D-i-g got rah
God be my
Witness
Long as I walk this globe
I be spittin more verses than the book of job

[busta rhymes]
Why are you ignoring us
Running into hiding and avoiding us
Niggas on the low be recording us
My rhyme flow remain poisonous
Thus
Yo your shit sound wack still annoying us
We alive nigga ain’t no destroying us
You better off if you come join with us
Perpendicular
Or analyzing my whole molecular
In particular
Roll with my squad or go singular
I ain’t into bitches who fuck animals like caligula
More hot shit so get your water sprinkler
Fire extinguisher
Rhyme prime minister
C’mon!
Never mistake me for nobody else
Another blast make you shit on yourself
I hope all y’all know that I always master the art
Rip you apart
Put your hand on my heart
Flipmode number one on the charts
Solo or collective
My perspective the objective
Is to win
All praises due to my squad one in the same
Cherish every blessing I have to make y’all witness my name
Burn another calorie
Come inside my galaxy
Put your money where your mouth is double your salary
Hey dude you know we stay rude high on a aquelude
Bust your shit bouncin in a honda prelude
Let’s g off
Nigga ease off
I make you breeze off
Brickfull make you rip your jeans off

Chorus

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:15:07

Busta Rhymes - Hit Em Wit Da Heat

[rampage]
Yeah, lieutenant what!
Yeah, motherfucka
It’s flipmode
Yeah yeah, spliff, check it out, uh

[rampage]
Ramp, I’ve been ill since back in the days
Rockin’ shell-toed addidas with rags for my waves
Flipmode be the unit now I’m playin’ for the braves
I’m hardcore nigga that’s straight from the gutter
I used to play scully plus, hot peas and butta
Now I’m the nigga that’s runnin’ in your baby motha
Burgundy ac, you can call me ramp lova
And now I’m toppin’ pokey with my louisville slugger

[baby sham]
My squad is sick niggas who pop shit get pistol whipped
Get your wig pushed back, I react and snap
Like kodak, these cats get the picture
Put on level black suede timbs and come and get ya
My target is your feature
We all sport hoods like grim reapers
We shine in the dark blink of an eye the last spark
Get closed up, first thug nigga hold up
21st side see me rounding it up

Chorus: busta rhymes

See when we come through we got nuf shit to flaunt
Got u feelin’ it and your cousin even your aunt
Violate, we coming like ghost we gonna haunt
Hit you with the heat is that what you really want?
What you really want is that what you really want?
We hit you with the heat is that what you really want?
What you really want is that what you really want?
We hit you with the heat is that what you really want?

[spliff star]
Y’all niggas wanna test my squad, I doubt it doubt it
All that murder talk, gun talk, you talk, I’m ’bout it ’bout it
Nigga feel my vibe niggas see my vision
P-y-p nigga play your position
I fuck up this game and make the ref’ blow the whistle
My squad be the official, clique in this rap shit
Diss me on the record and watch, you get your ass kicked
Catch me on church ave, flickin blunt ashes

[rah digga]
Crazy, thinkin I can’t rock buttas
Wont take shit without no type floders
Hectic, rah on the ill dialect shit
Deliveries harder then girls in obstectrics
Ready to stay on
Smoother then rayon
Takin’ out niggas and all they liaisons
Mu’fuckas, black out season
Publishing resume steady increasing

Chorus

[lord have mercy]
Shanghai, shanghai
New sheriff in town
Rock america’s crown and hang ’em high
Who bangin’ a fist full?
Brandishing pistols
Pearl handles with the, family initials
Uh-uh, 24 karat gold variuos slow
Uh-uh, planet gets cold, get damaged for dough
Uh-uh!, savages off balance and blow traveling slow
Uh-uh!, in effect mode, y’all niggas know it

[busta rhymes]
Sayonara, send my rivals, slam a guy,
Be damned if i
Had to tell one, tell a lie, get paralyzed
Stay payed, rock shit made in ultra suede
Switch blade yo wack act back to first grade
Even if y’all never seen us you know y’all need us
Suck my penis from here to muthafucking venus
Think back when you was amazed and had to sit back
Imagining me ending your world like deep impact
Blood clot, watch me come through and bust a gunshot
Yeah people, come inside of your dance and done that

Chorus 2x

[busta rhymes]
Fuckin’ y’all up
Flipmode forever
Stays focused
Pay attention
Pay attention...*fades to phone interlude*

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:15:06

Busta Rhymes - Party Is Goin On Over Here

Yo, ever since Jimmy Crack Con
Rockin′ on ever since the day I was born
Yes we get busy whenever we have to perform
Shaking your tooshie making your pussy get warm
Ha ha ha until all you niggas is gone
I be hittin′ until the morning got you callin′ my storm
Bounce my niggas, bounce my bitches (Bounce baby!)
With the shit that do really have all you niggas going crazy
Suffer from headrushes while niggas be smoking dutches
Bitches be gettin′ all in and they rippin′ they pants crutches
Wiggle they belly buttons
Ay, wait a minute I wanna get all in it
Long as my shorty with it
You know I′m comin′ to get it
Doin′ it to you makin′ you really wonder who said it
Swelling your melon while you yellin′
Now check out the credit
Giving it to you makin′ you gimme back more
(Coming through too!)
Yes and we be kickin′ down your door
Keepin′ it raw my nigga

Chorus:
All my bitches right in the front sayin′ "Aahh"
All my bitches way in the rear sayin′ "Aahh"
Party is goin′ on over here (Say what?)
Party is goin′ on over here (Say what?)
All my niggas right in the front sayin′ "Ho!"
All my niggas right in the rear sayin′ "Ho!"
The party is goin′ on over here (Say what?)
Party is goin′ on over here (Say what?)
All my people up in the place sayin′ "Ho!"

Let me just hear you some more
Tell me what you lookin′ for
Told all of y′all already I ain′t gonna tell you no more
Hittin′ you off makin′ you niggas blast off!
With some shit that′ll be tearing your ass off
Keppin′ it comin′, keepin′ it movin′, keepin′ you wylin′
We gettin′ this paper let′s keep the cheddar stacking and piling
And now we happy and smiling cause now we living good
Doin′ it is how we be movin′ it in the hood
Wishing you could fuck around with me and my niggas
How we double and wyle
And double our bitches double our figures
Turnin′ you out
Run from my niggas (No doubt!)
Keepin′ it blazing make all my bitches all shout
Then I hit with the new make you take off your see-through
While you peekin′ around the corner baby I see you!
Tell me what you gon′ do
I′m sayin′ now I′m gon′ have you wylin′ until your ass drop
Hit me off, yes now let me take it to the top
We never stop my nigga

Chorus:
All my bitches up in the front sayin′ "Aahh"
All my bitches up in the rear sayin′ "Aahh"
Party is goin′ on over here (Say what?)
Party is goin′ on over here (Say what?)
All my niggas up in the front sayin′ "Ho!"
All my niggas up in the rear sayin′ "Ho!"
The party is goin′ on over here (Say what?)
Party is goin′ on over here (Say what?)
All my people up in the place sayin′ "Ho!"

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:15:06

Busta Rhymes - Case of The Pta

[busta]
Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man
Yo, yo, yo, I can’t understand
Why the parents and the teachers
And everybody trying to o the kids
The young generation yo,
What’s the deal brah, charlie brown, man

[charlie brown]
I don’t know what the deal is
You hafta ask my partna dinco d
Yo yo tell us d tell us d
Mass confusion g, I don’t know what’s up
Hey yo man

(it’s just another case of that old pta)

Huh man

[dinco d]
In school I wrote notes and took quotes from shakespeare
And other types of rhymes to show you that I (care)
But things like together forever to you my only one (only one)
It was special I can say it was another one
You would say someone’s knocking at my window
(knock knock)
Someone’s ringing my bell
(ding dong)
It’s about two in the morning
(hey yo g, what the hell’s going on? )

(it’s just another case of that old pta)

But never the less here goes to show my potential
And even though our love was three-dimensional
One (me) two (you) three (your pops) now what am I to do
I had to transform into educated lad
Going around doing chores for your dad
Playing a duck, wearing sweaters and shoes
Chilling with pop just listen to the blues
And talking to your mom about a love for her daughter
Suggesting to me that I just oughta
Watch myself
(inch by inch)
Watch myself
(and use some sense)
So I did
(hey)
It didn’t do a damn thing
But a case to complain, so now I sing

(it’s just another case of that old pta)

[busta]
Roaarrr busta rhymes the mighty infamous
Always misbehaving and mischeivous
Causing aggravation I’ll never pause
Pushing out spit balls through plastic straws
(in class)
In gym I got caught at last
For ligthing up the courtyard grass
(hey)
Teacher, teacher, go to the flesh
(busta rhymes liked to killed the complex)
Hey yo
In class, kicked it to this girl cheryl
(what? )
The teacher try to tell me I was pharoah
(no no no)
I’m not with detention no no with suspension
A child’s wickeddy wild the calbridge hill styles
Teach us just a knowledge to go talk to my mommy
Now when she gets home, she’s gonna wear out the body
I hate this relationship, the mom and teacher
When she reaches home hey yo she knows that I reached ya
Ok, of today I am the new school, pray
Between my momma, teacher, and my dad hey yo

(it’s just another case of that old pta)

[charlie brown]
Aahhh
Yo teachers hate me the girls don’t take me
Because I’m c brown
(class clown)
Gettin still aah sometimes I chill yo
Depending on the day and (how I feel)
Sometimes I leave an apple that’s rotten and (brown)
No where to be found
Poll tax on sheets, five days a week
Arrive in the lunchroom, I gotta get some sleep
But I didn’t do it
(you did it)
I’m suspended
(you was wit’ it)
And now it’s time to pay for the crime
That I never got caught like judge wapner
(bam! take on the court)
A room of teachers, parents, and preachers
A principal and one kid dress in sneakers
Case of brown versus the board
(order order)
Yo twelve, verse one is a slaughter
I pleaded my case
Aah
Face to face
Aah
It was a waste
And everyone was in place yo
He announced me guilty you have
(three hundred sixty four days)
Of detention to serve
(some nerve)
I felt this could be from (pissed)
The head of the board said "case dismissed"
As I walk out the room I hear them say
Aahyaaheeyaaheeyaaheeyaaheeyaaheeyaaheeyaahee

(it’s just another case of that old pta)

-conversation-

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:15:06

Busta Rhymes - We Goin To Do It To Ya

Aiyyo Mega′ gimme some of that barefoot jungle shit
and let me shake a leg nigga! (Megahertz)

Let′s give it to ′em
Yo, let′s give it to ′em
Yo, let′s give it to ′em
Busta Bust, let′s give it to ′em
Flipmode, let′s give it to ′em
Check it

[Verse One]
Ever felt the fire burn like this (burn like this)
You shocked that I′ve returned like this
Stern like shit′ll make you firm like this
C′mon, while we make the bitches yearn like this
Pearl white shit′ll make the world hype quick
and earl like knowin I′m bonin your girl like this
Act sweet (BOY) nigga we pack heat so (BACK BOY)
Stack money like a Backstreet Boy
Track sheet, never whack, bitches hittin in my back seat
Love my flick up in the Black Beat boy
So move your black feet boy, make bitches bounce to this
Don′t let me have to let the mac speak boy
Track meet boy, hundred meter dash, straight to the trash
You corny rhymin on them whack beats boy (C′MON)
And you know we rock on and on
And make the bitches wanna bounce, all night long and
And to my gettin money niggaz keep ballin (c′mon)
You know we bout to take it to the next mornin

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Get your big ass on the floor!
You know we goin′ do it to ya (alright)
You know we goin′ do it to ya (alright)
You know we doin′ do it to ya (alright) nigga

Get your big ass on the floor, C′MON!!

[Verse Two]
The Range Ro′ and everything you see is paid fo′ nigga, c′mon
Change flow and then we lay low
Chase mo′ money, fuck I wanna waste dough fo′
Stack peso, big money know my small money
probably bigger than your WHACK payroll
Money get your hands off of me...

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:15:05

Busta Rhymes - We Put it Down for Yall

shit is about to get real serious
Busta Rhymes, Flipmode Squad, Swizz Beatz, check it out

[verse 1]
yo it′s like tic tac toe
the god is back, make bitches say hoe
blow shit, roast ya than down in Waco
big foot raps nigga let′s make dough
pull up to the lot, valet the Range Rove
flyer than a motherfucker, all day glow
in the club nigga glow in the dark and lay low
bang your head to this shit, while the beat play slow
junior varsity niggas while we play pro
ringside seats we all in the same row
like a crew of bitches pull up and dodge the ragos
and how we dazzle these bitches with how we change flows
we take your slot, how a bitch take half
and rock chains with pieces the size of spacecrafts
you know what I rep, that′s Flipmode Squad!!
wildin like a thousand niggas up in the wreck yard

[CHORUS:]
Callin all live niggas
BOOYAH!!
Callin all live bitches
OOH OOOOH!!
Yes I hold a pound for y′all
Say what?
Busta Rhymes hold it down for y′all
Get money!!
Callin all live niggas
BOOYAH!!
Callin all live bitches
OOH OOOOH!!
Yes I hold a crown for y′all
Say what?
Flipmode put it down for y′all
YEAH, YEAH!!

[verse 2]
yeah, yo, the empire strikes back
shit is official, street niggas fight back
the way we set it off even the bitches might black
raunchy as fuck, even they like it like that
Busta Rhymes in this bitch you know I got another batch
more hotter shit nigga strike another match
bang this shit in your truck, nigga open up the hatch
and hold on your jewels before your shit get snatched
better lock your doors, slide across the latch
before we figure out the next vic to catch
so much lyrics flo

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:15:05

Busta Rhymes - Everthing Remains Raw

Word up, let me just fuck with your mind, please
Aiy! Aiyyo-yo-yo, yo! Let me fuck up your mind
On time, showin, you the, rhythm
as I get wreck and get raw
Yeah I be the man, comin off, that be raw
It′s Busta Rhymes givin you much more
So...

Yo y′all (y′all) one more time I come
Knucklehead flow that make you act REAL DUMB
Yo (yo), I burn your food like Florence
Run up in your crib like my name was search warrants
Shut your mouth nigga don′t you complain
Fix you up, mix you with cut like pro-caines
Ooh!! Insane to your brain
Right on your subconscious, I leave my SHIT stain
I be the mostest with rhyme overdoses
Hot stepping over shit like Ini Kamoze′s
Sick lyrics like multiple sclerosis
Focus, while I display flows ferocious
Weak niggaz just fall and keep tumbling
Distribute lyrics like I′m hand to hand herb hustling
Hardcore like Quick Draw McGraw
Fuck what you heard you ain′t heard this before

I make sure everything remains raw [4X]

Yo, when I step in the place I leave damages
Nuff bandages on pussy from miscarriages
Yo, watch me bring the newest recipe
Fuck you up quick and condemn you all with leprosy
Let me hit you with flows, that come various
Hahh, send you home and make you lie bout your alias
Ha-ha, niggaz can′t see my routine
When I round up my Flipmode niggaz and get cream
Hey, you! You know what the fuck I mean
Now I′m on the scene, stepping through like Mean Joe Green
Now I′m making you feel the extreme
Till I black you out then turn on my real high beam
Oh shit, now I got your brains fried
Once you inhale smoke from my flow, CARBON MONOXIDE!
Use your imagination, let me take you higher
Rain hail snow earthquakes, Earth Wind & Fire
Yo, hit the dirt, get on the floor
I′m that outlaw nigga living right next door
You should just roll out the red carpet
All movin targets, I got you open like supermarkets
(Word up, word up) Yo yo, there′s only five years left
While niggaz is scared to death they breathe they last breath
Days of my Life goes on, word is bond
I make you feel my proton, neutron, and electron
Yo, I be the number one icon
Word to the holy Qu′ran, I rock on and on
On and on, hey, on and on and on
You won′t understand when I form Voltron
Hahahaha, everything remains raw

[in background:] I make sure everything remains raw [7X]

Word is bond, niggaz don′t really understand shit
Niggaz don′t motherfuckin know y′all, hahah
Flipmode is the motherfuckin Squad y′all, hahah
I make sure everything remains raw, hahah
Word is bond, niggaz don′t know the real shit
There′s only five years left! Word is bond
Niggaz don′t know though
There′s only five years left! Hahah
Remember that nigga, all you, remember that
There′s only five years left! Hahaha

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:15:05

Busta Rhymes - Watcha Come Around Here

Verse 1: spliff star

Yeah
Heh
A flipmode y’all (x4)
Hah
Heh
Hahahaha
Yo
Yo, uh
I spits rhymes for thug cats
Neighborhood drug rats
Hardcore
Keep it raw
What
Niggaz love that
Stack the greenbacks
And stay steady with the weed sack
Spliff star one of the famous foreigners
>from east flat-bush
Fire arms till you no longer breather black
Make it hot
Standin on the corner wit the g-pack
Look at me
Lampin in defiance wit my seats back
Got the game to fuck wit ? jane? where you and her sleep at

Verse 2: rah digga

Lyrically inclined
And inclined to get lyrical
Checkin for residuals
Rhymin be the ritual
Ill individual
Bad habitat
Watch my voice battle cats
While I’m spittin battle raps
On the high horse
And I keep my saddle strapped
You’d be headin up the river like ’where the paddle at? ’
Got a rhyme overload
Rah digga always front ya
Leavin niggaz stuck like I was accupuncture

Chorus:

Got niggaz from the hood
Thinkin shit all good
I’m askin all y’all
Watcha come around here fo!!!
Got niggaz outta town
Tryin to come and be down
I’m askin all y’all
Watcha come around here fo!!!
Got niggaz online
Think they fuckin wit mine
I’m askin all y’all
Watcha come around here fo!!!
I’m askin all y’all
Watcha come around here fo!!!
I’m askin all y’all
Watcha come around here fo!!!

Verse 3: baby sham

It makes alot of sense
When you see sham in black benz
With high friends
Pull up the club wit dark tints
Never jump out
Thats why they lookin dead in my mouth
They must have doubts
Like who the stars wit no lookouts
You’d be amazed and surprised to who would run in your house
And tag their names on the stomach of your pregnant spouse
I shall leave you wit dat
Bib from qb
Boys in black
And foul attitudes to match

Verse 4: busta rhymes

Yo
Now who you be god
I be the soul controller
I burst gas like the fizz outta your coca cola
Live shit like the energy of solar
With thug niggaz wit names like bullet head and cobra
Street niggaz be feelin the nights gettin cold, the rock
Bear skin furs like australian polar
Hang up on whack bitches who call the motorolla
And smack faggots like you don’t make me have ta show ya

Chorus

Verse 5: rampage

Ramp I’m not talkin son I’m comin out clappin
All you whack niggaz be poppin shit y’all niggaz actin
Flipmode number 1 squad that make shit happen
I’m rippin down shit while y’all other niggaz slackin
Money cats is stocked and locked plus I’m stackin
Them grimy niggaz rollin with me
Them niggaz packin
Bust 4 in your face pop 4 in your back and
8 bullets total in all I’m street trackin

Verse 6: rocky marciano

2 for my block like 10 in the mornin
Squish your organs like swiss scheese whippin the arm
And flava blaze I play the corner
Wake up your neighbors wit my tape in order to feel my aura
Mauziano I’m like a silver tzar holdin golden
Metal & dough I hold my arm swollen
On the farm belong for soldiers I control is like they seein moses
Fiendin for flows I pose to split you open
Layin back rappers for motion picture me slap on my rappin boots

Chorus

Verse 7: lord have mercy

The earth is the globe
Where I work my magic like merlin unfold
Surface enclosure
Life worthless no goals
Perfect controls
Like ayatola’s turbans and robes
From the counties of kings
Bails, bounties, pissie lobbies
50 armies
Probably bring hell on this earth
Legend of dirt
Smash ghettos & general’s turf
Menace incredible work
Land lord blaze him and gave him the dirt
Hah

Chorus

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:15:04

Busta Rhymes - Skit - (dialogue)

So just knowin that people umm, compare me with with every hot kid that
come out and, y′know, the the expressions people give me when I see em
in the streets sometime y′know people be lookin at me like I′m a martian
like "Yo, it′s the God" y′knowhatI′msayin? But that alone man keep keep
me lovin this man, lovin this

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:15:04

Busta Rhymes - We Got Cha Opin (Part 1)

(rah-digga)
I be the worst like nick
To all them mc thugs
Like them 4 little kids
And the teacher gettin plugged
I don’t give a fuck style
Tell me come jiggy
I rock kix and swishees
Coppin moet wit 2 counterfeit 50’s
What?
Dirty girl rhyme spit mucous
Speech uncoothe
And raise the roof like lukas
12 years done rocked through all phases
Watch your peeps scream the bitch was the blazest

(spliff starr)
Niggas run they mouth about my click
Not smart
I bust your bloodclot
Then drop you upon the sidewalk
(chi-chi-chi-blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a vicious blow
You know my style
Spliff the foul
Through your stereo
Spliff starr ignorant immigrant
I’m gettin it
Money, fast car, fine broads, what
I’m hittin it (that’s right)
Raw shit I’m spittin it
At you and yours
Make you feel the pain nigga
Like the dick to your balls
Thug blood fluid
Pumpin in the face of my music
Drop the street shit
Watch the whole world rock to it
Nigga squad!!!

(baby sham)
Squad had em opin
Had his bitch scopin
Sittin by the bar
Sippin heinken’s totein
Pinky rings glowin
Triple beams to the club
My man is half thug
Giving me pound and holdin grudge
Feelin my shit
So I can put a lock on your clik
Your style is past tense
Hold on, hold on
You just started rappin
Ever since you heard the shit
We fuckin wit it’s platinum
Slow your growth
Stop the show
Go at you both
Hit you with more bars than soap
Sham is the name
Feelin invain
Fiendin for dope
(buckshot)
Yeah, you know we got cha opin!!!

Hook:
Don’t front, you know we got cha opin kid
Don’t front, you know we got cha opin kid
Don’t front, you know we got cha opin kid
Don’t front, you know we got cha opin kid
Don’t front, you know we got cha opin kid
Yo, stop frontin, you know we got cha opin kid
Don’t front, you know we got cha opin kid
Stop frontin, you know we got cha opin kid

(ramoage)
Niggas made me mad
And now I wanna clap shit (uh)
I reign supreme in this muthafuckin rap shit
I lost my mind
I can’t get it back
The way that I’m spittin, yo
I spit ya fuckin wig back
Don’t front, my squad got you opin
Hit you with a buck fifty
Here’s a token
Ramp is smokin
I’m no joke and
I leave your face broken
This is survival of the fittest
Get wit us
All you critics and bullshitters
My nine goes bang
I’m talkin street slang
I’m reppin flipmode
Plus I’m doing my thang
On the side
We won’t let it ride
Nigga don’t hide

(lord have mercy)
Landlord innovator
Switch lanes no indicator
The general, cash generator
Master and saviour
Nigga stay massive in nature
When tooth shatter ya die bone
In the savage cyclone of cops, sirens, and cases
Who read the Bible for basics?
When I’m crooked eye with rivals
Horizontal in god’s places
Suspicious of all
Now who dat? ? ?
Quick on the draw
Lick a paw
For loved ones blood runs cold in the winter wars
Check the criminal thoughts
Villains warp with the invisible force
Know the ledge
Stay focused like photo lens
And spread wings like cobra heads
Till I’m old and dead

(busta)
Hot shit, toxic
You know we blocks shit
Traffic in the streets system
All in your jeep knocks shit
Julio for no reason back the fifth
And he cocks it
Rock shit, we make niggas mad
And wanna pop shit
Massive and attractive
Niggas is captive
Chemotherapy needed
Lyrics radioactive
When I hit hard
It get my dick hard
In my backyard
Analyze the stars
On how to defeat all odds
In a new zone
I’m on a new phone
Make most of the wackest rapper niggas
Wanna find a new home
Like rasco jeans
My style flip two-tone
Pass my blue chrome
Here’s one of the best of busta rhymes own
My debut made you
Wonder who
Shit blazes so much
You wish you could play out
So you could blaze, too
Before I shout you
Or give reason to doubt you
I study shit and re-analyze everything about you
My rhymes on the preserve
Niggas know we deserve
Everything up in your stash and in the reserve
Fuck that!!!
Hook up all my lyrics on the echos and the re-verbs
Never fuck with these herbs
My squad remains superb

(buckshot)
(heh) walkin thru the streets
Undercovers follow us, stress
Muthafuckas on the regular to bust
Trust us
We don’t get enough
Nigga wha-what?
Dirty baggy jeans
Black napsack with something for ya gut
Wooly-type skully
Fully strapped, black bulletproof, and match
Quick,
Whip up a batch
Of bullets to blow up the map
Shit
Collapse, perhaps doing this in the raps
In the long time, ya trapped
Buck make em react
God verse attack
Let em know the moon is still black
And it’s a fact...

Don’t front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Don’t front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Don’t front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Yo stop frontin, ya know we got cha opin
Don’t front, you know we got cha opin, yo
Don’t front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Don’t front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Yo stop frontin, you know we got cha opin

Huh, word life
Mad niggas opin
Yeah, word life
Flipmode, muthafuckin buckshot
Mad niggas scopin
Buck to ya brain!!!!!

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:15:03

Busta Rhymes - What Do You Do When Youre Branded

[Chorus: Busta - singing]
Branded... scorned is the one who raaaan
What do you do when your branded? And you know you′re a man.
Wherever you go, for the rest of your life
You must proooooove, you′re a man

[Verse 1: Busta]
See now I′m back wit the force, read about the kid
from the front to the back of The Source
You see me back on the course
Scream on every beat untill my voice get crackled and horse
Front seat niggas never sit in the back wit a boss
Fuck the fact that it cost, the pricetag of the porche
Will cost ya life, have ya motha feel an immaculate loss
*Breath* But of course, come and speak to the best
And watch me spit a jewel sharper to carve the meat of your flesh
You lookin weak in the chest, you see the street is a test
Women on the stoop smokin holdin a seed to they breast
You see the street is a mess
Strugglin holdin a couple pounds of weed then the rest
Now I proceed to the rest of my niggas Keepin it fresh,
Though we must stay on the grind I supersceded the stress,
We always seem to finesse from the East to the West,
You Know we w-w-we keep the teflon from the street to the vest
Kill that nigga slow like how you get defeated in chess
Got you under pressure--hairline receaded effects
Hot air niggas I only feel the heat from your breath,
Rap niggas beef in they album probably needed the press
And as a man I never found the slightest need to impress
Another man because I′m proud and I believe that I′m blessed
But yo I always found the need to adress these weaker niggas
That speak to the street always keepin the people abreast
Now you′ve been branded...

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Busta]
Higher science and I′m ch

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:15:03

Busta Rhymes - Run For Cover

-rampage intro talk-

Yeah, niggas want to talk shit.. in the muthafucking room
I got something for your motherfucking ass...check it out

-rampage verse-

Rampage I’m coming express through your chest
In the lex-gs, stop talking bs
My watch is still flooded
850 for the budget
Im rugged, cats get gutted, rhyme then stab
Send their rusty ass friend to the lab
You’s a crab, I take mines off the top like fab
Hit you with a jab for the 98
Number one in billboard with the triangle shape
Flipmode on every mix tape, watch you cats get scrape
Rampage alexander the great
-1st rampage chorus-
What
Better run for cover for it’s too late
What
You know we got it locked way out of state
What
-rah digga verse-
Now whose the chick to come ice the cake
Put it through everybody on my licence plate (aight)
Ripping mc’s then got a rap chick fiending (fiending)
Celine type creaming (creaming)
Make them rappers poof like them crackers did keenen
Meaning I run that, waiting on mine like I’m the ll comeback
Wack rappers crawled out from holes
Now you souped cuz you slithered up the todem pole
Flipmode squad affiliate of of time-warner
Send all you punks back to decorate the corner
-second rampage chorus-
Better run for cover for it’s too late
What
You know we got it locked way out of state
What
-spliff star-
Now baby sham take the safety off hold
-baby sham verse-
There’s alot of fake cats that jump in their mans rolls
Come to my show with these fake wallos
Turqoise hid invoiced with plans to blow
See me backstage with the gauge upholds my pantsleg
Hand made suits contracts is in the briefcase
Life negotiate so when I split these pies
Im sexing your dime
Flow for flow batteling rhymes
Talking some crime
Now I gotta split your time (what what)
Get your shit pushed back like these seats recline (yeah)

-repeat second rampage chorus-

-spliff star verse-
Sliff star throw on my scully tipping my brim (uh huh)
Stand on the street corner scuffing up my timbs
Take off my jacket
Pack the four fith cause a racket (thats right)
Freaky fella
Jimmy swaggert (wha)
Kill a sucka
Brothers had it (ha)
Contradiction crucifiction
False leadership richard nixon
Bouncing and switching the lanes all up in the range
Heres a fifty for twenty dollars of gas gimme my change!

-repeat second rampage chorus 2x-

-lord have mercy verse-
Hey it’s the worlds famous international
Sinner irational (ha)
Nigga who dance with wolves (*wolf howl*)
Masterful bash skulls
Crack axles peel out in black fords (*tire screech*)
Splatter brains on dashports
Start anthrax wars
See’s cast like task force die on a cross (ha)
July 4th blow your hands off (blaaoow!)
Special delivery
Jam cause with ghetto misery when I’m killabrese of canine
Last name heard it through the grapevine
Killing your blood millineum bug
United states divide with hate crimes
Roll snake eyes
In the concrete jungle of hell
While lord have stays super like the son of jor-el

-rampage chorus changed order-
What
You know we got it locked way out of state
What
Better run for cover for it’s too late
What
You know we got it locked way out of state
What

-busta rhymes verse-
I be the last nigga
The quick to bust your ass niggas
Do anything in this world to get the cash niggas
I might even get mad and even slash niggas
Rob them and get away in a car and crash niggas
Whats the world gonna do when I drop the smash nigga
Iron all in your face don’t make me pull the trigga
Another reason for me to have to poor my own swigga
Thought I was posing for word up but a fed took my picture
Surgeon general I represent the underneath
The ask for shit beef
The worlds greatest fucking thief
Brick layer hardcore smash your front teeth
Wilding it straight giving their mother mad grief
Rob a nigga strip him down leave him in his briefs
Do so much dirt the priest asked me to turn another leaf
Made the priest flip change his whole belief
Started wildin in the club with them niggas starting beef
Act fool

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:15:03

Busta Rhymes - Take it Off (Part 2)

feat. Meka

[Busta Rhymes - talking]
Yeah .. Come fuck wit us ..
Yeah, ya′ll know what to do to this shit
Yeah, haha, streets
We bout to do it again
We bout to do it again
We bout to do it again niggas
I hope ya′ll ready
Check it, check it, c′mon, WOO

[Busta Rhymes]
Check out the technique
C′mon, spit flow and bag up the next freaks
Soldier wit a quicker ho that a live on the next street
Over playa then do this shit again next week
Gettin this paper, phat chicks up in the next Jeep
Probably listen closer if you let the check speak
I keep fire cause niggas respect heat
Look, I spit fire then come up the best beats
I said I pull the spot from here way down on South Beach major
Globalize, then blow down a South Beach ager
Check it, banana yellow G wagon for the whole saggin
Feel the fox mink draggin on the floor watch it
You really need to stop
Just copped the rob blueberry Lamborghini drop
C′mon, stay struntin with the mini bop
Niggas know when we step in the place, the whole city stop

[Chorus - Busta Rhymes] (Meka)
Better tell ′em if they ain′t know, put ′em on shorty
(We know how you be doin it baby) How we be doin it baby
(We know how you be takin it off) How we take it from ′em
(We know how you be killin ′em baby) How we killin ′em
(We know how you be ready to ball) c′mon, c′mon, you know we ready to do it
(We know how you be drivin ′em crazy) Make ′em crazy now, c′mon
(We know how you be breakin if off) You know we breakin it off, let′s go
(So come and get it down for me baby) Put it down now
(And make it hot ′til they take it off)

[Busta Rhymes]
This is a shake down (c′mon)
Weakin your whole shit ′ til it break down (uh huh)
Speak to the whole clique ′til we take down dudes
Put the heat to ′em make them put the cake down dude (dude)
Scrape down food (food), niggas stay hungry ′til the shit is over
Spit and make the tape sound rude
Ha, niggas get screwed, see they ain′t really worth not a thing
But only gettin on the stage to get booed
Kennedy loft hos mackin at the top of the Trump Towers
Rockin fly Versace, cherry cloth robes (robes)
Like ghostface the most ready just for the glow
Showcase the most, them niggas sure to blow
No waste a time, you know we sure to grow
I′m sayin no place a mine, is for them corny hos
C′mon, with all this paper and the shit we copin
We keepin it gully and know we always keep it poppin

[Chorus]

[Break - Busta Rhymes & Meka]
Ha, get that money
Come fuck wit us
Hands in the sky
Keep on livin
Do your own thing
All my people holla and let me hear ya reply
Say take it off (TAKE IT OFF)
Say take it off (YOU BETTER TAKE IT OFF)
Say take it off (TAKE IT OFF)
Say take it off (BETTER TAKE IT OFF)

[Busta Rhymes]
C′mon, ha, we hold a rock boy
The way we on fire call a nigga hot boy
Hot, we raise the level to we blow the spot boy
And watch the water boil and spill over the pot boy
Listen, I hope you know you need to stop boy
Frontin and tryin be somethin you not boy
Listen again we keep on bangin and pissin ′em off
Spazzin on niggas until we silence or finish ′em off

[Chorus]

(*skit after the song is over*)

Male: Yeah
Female: Wait, wait, wait hold on
M: Come on let me put it right here, what you doin? What you doin?
F: Hold on, hold on, wait, wait, wait, got a rubber?
M: I don′t need no rubber, you look clean, wait the fuck you ain′t go no pimples or nothin
F: Na, na, you ain′t runnin up in here without no jimmy
M: Ah, you fuckin actin like that
F: You better find one
M: Aight so, aight so, hold on, hold on, don′t yo
M: Just stay, just like that, don′t even, just stay
F: I′m not leavin
M: Aight cool, hold on, hold on
M: I knew I had a condom what the fuck man (*crinkling noises*)
M: Where the fuck is a condom when you need one?
(*sounds of a horse galloping*)
Trojan Man: It is I, Trojan Man! (*echo*)
M: Oh shit, oh thank God it′s you, you got a condom man?
TM: No, I only have one trick cover left, and my hormones are risin
TM: And I want your bitch to taste it (*echo*)
TM: Trojan Man! (*humming sound*)

[Man talking]
This has been a paid advertisement by Flipmode and Company
And I don′t give a fuck what you say
Cause I still believe you could catch AIDS from tongue kissing a bitch
So remember always strap your shit up (*echo*)

Trojan Man!

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:15:02

Busta Rhymes - We Got Cha Opin (Part 2)

(Rah-Digga)
I be the worst like Nick
To all them mc thugs
Like them 4 little kids
And the teacher gettin plugged
I don′t give a fuck style
Tell me come jiggy
I rock kix and swishees
Coppin moet wit 2 counterfeit 50′s
What?
Dirty girl rhyme spit mucous
Speech uncoothe
And raise the roof like Lukas
12 years done rocked through all phases
Watch your peeps scream the bitch was the blazest

(Spliff Starr)
Niggas run they mouth about my click
Not smart
I bust your bloodclot
Then drop you upon the sidewalk
(Chi-chi-chi-Blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a vicious blow
You know my style
Spliff the foul
Through your stereo
Spliff Starr ignorant immigrant
I′m gettin it
Money, fast car, fine broads, what
I′m hittin it (that′s right)
Raw shit i′m spittin it
At you and yours
Make you feel the pain nigga
Like the dick to your balls
Thug blood fluid
Pumpin in the face of my music
Drop the street shit
Watch the whole world rock to it
Nigga Squad!!!

(Baby Sham)
Squad had em opin
Had his bitch scopin
Sittin by the bar
Sippin Heinken′s totein
Pinky rings glowin
Triple beams to the club
My man is half thug
Giving me pound and holdin grudge
Feelin my shit
So I can put a lock on your clik
Your style is past tense
Hold on, Hold on
You just started rappin
Ever since you heard the shit
We fuckin wit it′s platinum
Slow your growth
Stop the show
Go at you both
Hit you with more bars than soap
Sham is the name
Feelin invain
Fiendin for dope
(Buckshot)
Yeah, you know we got cha opin!!!

Hook:
Don′t front, you know we got cha opin kid
Don′t front, you know we got cha opin kid
Don′t front, you know we got cha opin kid
Don′t front, you know we got cha opin kid
Don′t front, you know we got cha opin kid
Yo, stop frontin, you know we got cha opin kid
Don′t front, you know we got cha opin kid
Stop frontin, you know we got cha opin kid

(Ramoage)
Niggas made me mad
And now I wanna clap shit (Uh)
I reign supreme in this muthafuckin rap shit
I lost my mind
I can′t get it back
The way that I′m spittin, yo
I spit ya fuckin wig back
Don′t front, my squad got you opin
Hit you with a buck fifty
Here′s a token
Ramp is smokin
I′m no joke and
I leave your face broken
This is survival of the fittest
Get wit us
All you critics and bullshitters
My nine goes bang
I′m talkin street slang
I′m reppin Flipmode
Plus I′m doing my thang
On the side
We won′t let it ride
Nigga don′t hide

(Lord Have Mercy)
Landlord innovator
Switch lanes no indicator
The general, cash generator
Master and saviour
Nigga stay massive in nature
When tooth shatter ya die bone
In the savage cyclone of cops, sirens, and cases
Who read the bible for basics?
When I′m crooked eye with rivals
Horizontal in God′s places
Suspicious of all
Now who dat???
Quick on the draw
Lick a paw
For loved ones blood runs cold in the winter wars
Check the criminal thoughts
Villains warp with the invisible force
Know the ledge
Stay focused like photo lens
And spread wings like Cobra heads
Till I′m old and dead

(Busta)
Hot shit, toxic
You know we blocks shit
Traffic in the streets system
All in your jeep knocks shit
Julio for no reason back the fifth
And he cocks it
Rock shit, we make niggas mad
And wanna pop shit
Massive and attractive
Niggas is captive
Chemotherapy needed
Lyrics radioactive
When I hit hard
It get my dick hard
In my backyard
Analyze the stars
On how to defeat all odds
In a new zone
I′m on a new phone
Make most of the wackest rapper niggas
Wanna find a new home
Like Rasco jeans
My style flip two-tone
Pass my blue chrome
Here′s one of the best of Busta Rhymes own
My debut made you
Wonder who
Shit blazes so much
You wish you could play out
So you could blaze, too
Before I shout you
Or give reason to doubt you
I study shit and re-analyze everything about you
My rhymes on the preserve
Niggas know we deserve
Everything up in your stash and in the reserve
Fuck that!!!
Hook up all my lyrics on the echos and the re-verbs
Never fuck with these herbs
My squad remains superb

(Buckshot)
(Heh) Walkin thru the streets
Undercovers follow us, stress
Muthafuckas on the regular to bust
Trust us
We don′t get enough
Nigga wha-what?
Dirty baggy jeans
Black napsack with something for ya gut
Wooly-type skully
Fully strapped, black bulletproof, and match
Quick,
Whip up a batch
Of bullets to blow up the map
Shit
Collapse, perhaps doing this in the raps
In the long time, ya trapped
Buck make em react
God verse attack
Let em know the moon is still black
And it′s a fact...

Don′t front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Don′t front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Don′t front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Yo stop frontin, ya know we got cha opin
Don′t front, you know we got cha opin, yo
Don′t front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Don′t front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Yo stop frontin, you know we got cha opin

Huh, word life
Mad niggas opin
Yeah, word life
Flipmode, muthafuckin Buckshot
Mad niggas scopin
Buck to ya brain!!!!!

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:15:02

Busta Rhymes - What My Niggas Want

[cam’ron]
You the type to say I rap, I rhyme, look I freestyle
Rap is played out ain’t shit here for free child
Me and chris lighty checks is what we see child
Ice won’t get you sea sick bitch, it get you c now
Diplomat treat you like a beer bottle twist your cap
Hustler shit, you never sold a bit of crack
Chain you might get it snatched, down to the latch
Since I went to get it back yo what type of shit is that
Picture that, wrist is rapped 37 blunted
How many diamonds you got on? shit 37 hundred
I’m stunting pissy popping by the bottle
Got nothing under the trench and I’m not from colorado
Your acting a little like your rapping to riddles
Got harlem looking like we a pack of skittles
I’m a tyko fanatic, phsyco sematic,
Type blow ? gamatic? , life go dramatic
Hydro’s a habit bitch

[busta rhymes](chorus)
All my niggas who’s ready to ride niggas, what what
All my soldiers and my living foul niggas, what what
Money niggas, what what, thug niggas, what what,
Grimy niggas, whatwhat,
Big gun niggas, what what
All my bitches that’s ready to wild with me, what what
And fuck a hole away in the ground with me, what what
Money bitches, what what, thug bitches, what what,
Corporate bitches, what what
All the above bitches

[cam’ron]
Imagine a ho kissing me, a ho dissing me
No I can’t have that, not from rottisearre
Roglissere, gators so slippery
Best affiliated with the movie misery
I make you kids learn, when your car gone,
Crib burned, jim jones shit permed like big ern
And you speak that gang gang slang,
Gun like pop from boomerangbang bang bang
That girl looking, you packing a whore,
Slapping a whore, foot sweppers slacking the door
Laughing for sure, yeah that shit happend before
Bitch flurting with me, her man tapping the jaw
What I’m drunk about, what I smoke skunk about
Hope you make it to that year prince sung about
All these years dripping and ducking
Stay with birds the ones I was flipping and fucking
Ya heard
(chorus)

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:58

Busta Rhymes - Get Off Of My Block

(feat. Lord Have Mercy)

[Busta Rhymes:]

Just get off my block
Lord Have Mercy, Busta Rhymes. Flipmode Trilogy

A yo, we ain′t familiar at all nigga
Don′t like, go grab your gat and lets brawl at hall nigga
Straight fallin
When we use to chill up on park benches
My 20 block radius think we need some barb wire fences
Stop bitch niggas like you from easily trespassing
Nickel nine shine on your eye then you see fire blastin
Get off my premises
A yo Lord is you a friend of his
Mouth him back to John and show this nigga just who the winner is
The presence of a small town
I diminish and blemishes
And my player amps out like a game on my little sega genesis, ha
This inappropriate
Fuck is we talkin for when we ain′t even associates
Ass lyrical beatings
Straight trick or treating
What ya eatin
I ain′t got no words for you
Fuck speakinm ain′t part of my crew
Face look to brand new, who?
Niggas ain′t even aloud to send my pass through
Can′t chill on corner can′t go up in my bull digger
Chill before I call Dinco to grab the qanco sinco
We don′t give a fuck right now
We be hi caliber shit
Ya′ll corny niggas must bow
We do unforgivable shit
We blow the spot any how, move
Ready for battle cause I′m refusin to lose
I′ma beat ya ass in front of nobody with nuthin to prove
Live nigga shit right there
Beware, stand clear
Many y′all niggaz is welcome here

[Chorus:]

Fuck is these niggas son
Get off my block
Yo I don′t know none of these niggas du
Get off my block
Them niggas wanna sell there weed here
Get off my block
Yo how these unfamiliar corn balls
Get off my block
It′s one of these niggas off my street corner
Get off my block

[Lord Have Mercy:]

Now who the fuck you beeeeee? Landlord
Cradle la stainless for strangers
Vigilante, trigga stampedes
On the bulletproof for the crews
That lade this nigga ta hand breath
Move you off the block
The a orthodox general
Flash flood when a crowd
Patriotic for the intrepid style and reck more kids that′s pitifal
Niggaaaaaaa, for ever trapped in danger
Emaciate when I take my razor
Sharp heards that scare herds
Niggaaaaa, I′m from the wicked city
When chickens twist trees and dick tease
Breast feed
Pet seeds with asthmatic chest we′s
Lord Have, cardiac arrest freeze
Please, bastard handicap crews that stay soft
It′s mayor, ate off
School your army, ya squad weak
Remove four camps when I say
Pumpin arms like nor plants
I conquer and hold
Home sweet home down with monster control
Still they in the cut like runnin the coal
And still we must bring the ruckus to all you motherfuckers
Automatically, assault and battery
We battle thieves that get tragically slap to sleep to relax the beef
Collapse like weak cancerous lungs
Scatter, we numb
Blind feelin nap with jarred villain that alarm buildings
Con scrimmage, woke up a lot of children
Dirty ass venom village
I finish and outsuns
Then pulls like men is the malk of method vanesha blinds
By all means necessary I reach for mine and lift golden towers from roof tops
And give orders, rugged pound acre
Drown violators in buckets of piss water

[Chorus 3X]

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:58

Busta Rhymes - Trains, Planes & Automobiles

[dinco d]
It was a nice sunny day until the heat we fell victim
Sex on our minds while I was in her system
Girls with them beatiful, fellas the same
A freak said "hi" and we all yelled "train!"
So we continue on our mission to get some poonanie!
The girl we just met is not worth the money!
She’s just hot and ready to serve
Three cool swell brothers who had the nerve
To approach her, throat her, along with the action
She said it’s cool making love in this fashion

Trains, planes, and automobiles
It’s all in the same it’s how the wheels turn (repeat 2x)

[charlie brown]
Engine number one! (yes engine number two? )
Yo tell me what’s the problem! (don’t you think you can solve them? )
Of course I can (I know you can) we know you can!
So I prepare to make a dance to prove that I’m the man
At first she said "i’m not with the amtrak"
Gently I convinced her to lay upon her back
All aboard! the brothers coming in, I heard the jigga jigga
So let the fun begin
She got to ride the shotgun dropping off next stop!
On and on, but it still ain’t enough
I guess it’s left up to engine number three
(to get what? ) what? to get aboard those

Trains, planes, and automobiles
It’s all in the same it’s how the wheels turn (repeat 2x)

[busta rhymes]
Got on the train and rode the express (yeah rode the express)
? ? ? in the clit of pure bliss
Slim trim, that’s what I want to get hitting (some trim)
And knock the boots off of the slim thing, where did you get in?
>from the jeep counter and that was it
She felt against my skin, so once I was ready to begin
To blow up the engine (engine)
A let my best friends ride on the train
(the train!) the train (the train!)
The ch-ch-ch-ch-ch train! c’mon, c’mon

[interlude from grandmaster flash’s "superrappin’"]
Huh! take the train, take the train, take the train!
Huh! take the train, take the train, take the train!
It was a party night and every was breaking
The eyes was screaming and the bass was shaking
And it won’t be long til everybody knows
That (milo’s) on the beatbox, knowing that (milo’s) on the beatbox!
Knowing that (milo’s) on the beatbox. gooooooooing...
And, and, and, and, sha-nah-nah!

Get ’em up, move ’em in, get ’em out, move ’em out!
Trains, plane, and automobiles
Get ’em up, move ’em in, get ’em out, move ’em out!
Trains, plane, and automobiles

[dinco d]
As I return on my return trip
I had to roll and make this girl flip
So I said, "fellas? " (yeah? )
Should I do it like this? (no!) like that? (no!)
Then why is she yelling "go dinco go!"
Sweating the pain off, letting it drain off
Feeling relaxed as my thing went soft
Never the measure, this is the pleasure
Are you gonna ride again?

[charlie brown]
Yo, never!
Never I’ll take your advice
But let me get off my rock, homeslice
Time was just not on my side
Hour after hour it was a long ride
Thinking how I got in so deep
My lolipop shop just would not sleep
Rocking the body in and out like a party
Screaming and creaming, "come on charlie!"
Cause (charlie says!) I love to rock the body
(charlie says!) it really rings a bell
(charlie says!) I love to rock the house now
Yo busta rhymes throw down!

[busta rhymes]
The train was worth the long trip
I threw the rough rider with the broad hip
Plugged it in and broke the backbone
Like sea to the salt, yo, players grow
Just by adding a little bit of fluid
Busta rode endless to the cut is chewing
Riding and riding, slipping and sliding
The bulletproof board is a ? ? ? combining
In the calm invasion of me and you
One plus one, it equals two
After I did what I had to do
Then subtracted me and I jetted on you, honey
You, yeah you, baby

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:57

Busta Rhymes - Bus - a - Bus

[busta rhymes]
Uhh, uhh, uhh-uhh, ahh
Ahh, ahh, ahh-ahh
Do the bus-a-bus
Yea, yea
Do the bus-a-bus
Do the bus-a-bus
Do the bus-a-bus, ahh, ahh-ahh
Ahh..

What niggaz? we on now, bring in the song now
Brand new for niggaz like a baby was born now
A lot of corny niggaz y’all been yappin too long now
Come inside the spot and all them niggaz is gone now
Come on now! probably work in somebody store now
Singin my song now, while you moppin the floor now
We hit and run shit, I hope you know this is war now
Bus’ big balls quickly settle the score now
From all the hot shit I got the spot feelin warm now
You leather suit niggaz should be rockin velor now
Only the live niggaz really belong now
Used to be rich niggaz walk around poor now
My niggaz! we doin it like never before now
Stack cheddar, headlinin national tours now
Flipmode squad of niggaz keepin it raw now
Bounce while I take y’all niggaz straight to the core now

Chorus: busta rhymes (repeat 2x)

I know just really what you want
(all right) come and do the bus-a-bus
(all right) come and do the bus-a-bus
(all right) let me see y’all do the bus-a-bus

[busta rhymes]
(all right) -- hah, jump back in the shit now
Push the s-5 with the big body kit now
But never stop you know it’s only hit after hit now
Gotta spend chips if you want me to spit now
A lot of other niggaz really need to just quit now
Cause they don’t realize how much they look like a dick now
Quick now, y’all niggaz just be makin me sick now
Worthless ass niggaz only throwin up bricks now
Hoe faggot nigga wanna come around takin my flicks now
I only do them things with my flipmode click now
We used to be illegal, but you know we legit now
I never leave the crib without my glock and my clip now
Fuckin with these wild chicks, having a fit now
Model bitches be trying to get all in my whip now
Ready to flip now, bitches ready to strip now
Roll the whip through the traffic and doin the dip now
Get a grip nigga and just hope you don’t slip now
Flipmode niggaz comin fully equipped now
Cheers to all of my niggaz takin a sip now
The bus-a-bus take y’all niggaz all on a trip now
There is a couple things that we can really explore now
Show love, or we can put your face in the floor now
Flipmode squad of niggaz keepin it raw now
Bounce while I take y’all niggaz straight to the core now

Chorus 2x

(all right)

* busta ad libs to fade *

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:57

Busta Rhymes - Things We Be Doin′ For Money (Part 2)

[Rampage]:

Yo, it′s 3:25 in the morning
My baby mom still yawning
Kiss my little daughter on the forehead
′Nuf said, beeper goes off
Five hundred, it′s Busta Bust
In God We Trust another one bites the dust
[Busta]:

Hey Ramp, fuck that!
I was ′bout to see this cat
Some niggas pulled up in a black suburban jumped out the back
Tried to put it on me while we fighting over the gat
The way them niggas tried to play me son, them niggas is wack
Aeiyo, Ramp, yo, you know it′s only right to react
Call the whole squad, let′s lay these niggas down - face flat
Aeiyo, Bust, chill, calm down
I′ll be there in twenty minutes
Uptown 1-51 at St. Nick
I′m there quick
I tell my baby mom I got′s to go
I walked out the do′ then grabbed the two nines out the flo′
Driving through South, yo, we takin′ niggas war
Still on the run
Always running for cover when its necessary
I′m out numbered for now
But all that shit is temporary
Fuck with the wrong clik, the way we get down
If your violatin′, leavin you lost, you never be found
Number whatever on missing persons
Any minute them niggas gon′ feel blast of my squads gats bursting
I through the tri-borough bridge
In my fat land with my two nines and my mans
I′ma second from the spot
I cross the street from the parking lot
My trigger finger is hot
I′m seeing Bust in a phone booth
Niggas on the roofs
Spiff Star is in the range
The atmosphere change
Lord′s in the forerunner with machin

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:57

Busta Rhymes - Come Get It

Hurricane’s in the house..

[lord have mercy]
Land-lord, up in the house *come get it*
Rah digga, up in the house *come get it*
Rampage, up in the house *come get it*
What? baby come get it (rah: what? nigga come get it)

Chorus: lord have mercy, rah digga

L: turn the heat up
Cause we about to creep up *come get it*
L: it’s off the meter
Plus we tear the street up *come get it*
R: ladies g’d up, what?
Don’t smoke the weed up *come get it*
L: what? baby come get it (rah: what? nigga come get it)

[rah digga]
Check it, I come in sweeter than la femme nikita
Be all up in your hood like I’m a c&c two liter
The little honey that be doin her she thing
On some mya shit, like "it’s all about me" see?
I bleed things, blunt slicer on my keyrings
Bra top, lots of g-strings, havin weed dreams
I’d be queen if this the 1900’s
Cause niggaz gon get it, and e’rybody want it
I’m totin bags, eyes redder than a photo lab
The spins on your single, won’t even top my promo ad
Hard drops quicker than jackers at the car lots
Couldn’t get no harder if you went to school of hard knocks
The grimy bitch, sometime be punchliney bitch
So don’t make me go there! (*starts singing to "the p is free"*)
Because the groupies are free, but the rhymes cost money..
Oh yeah!!

Chorus 2x

[rampage]
All my flipmode niggaz just bounce to this
All my rampage niggaz just bounce to this
All my hurricane niggaz just bounce to this
All my niggaz if you with me just, bounce with this
Okay, this is how it goes, pimpin all you, hoes
Catch em outside the shows, time to get the dough
Up in the studio, smokin the hydro
Writin the hot shit, you waitin for me to go
Threw on the ram’ bounce, just shakin yo’ ass yo
Bump this in your lex coupe or your expo’
Flipmode squad, we the ones in them videos
Catch us with the fly shit, but you don’t hear me doe
Rampage, professional, just move your feet
We bout to make you do the jerk, get out your seats
Seven days a week and we the squad that don’t sleep
Catch me in the street I’m on the midnight creep, so what?

Chorus 2x

[lord have mercy]
I walk the path, that allah made, +smooth+, like sade
Got pickup tracks -- high-beam with the fog rays
International capital, checks cashed in full
Damage your hood, natural, spend grands for goods
Traditional niggaz know -- scream on these players like
Dj call in some mo’, invincible pretty flow
Grammar god, swing like gold from panama
Twenty-four carat charms, with smooth cuts like sarah vaughn
Here we go, here we go -- attitude
Spit the vocals hotter than soul food from baton rouge
Come, sharp-tongued like malcolm, on any album
Some got chrome like sly stone, what you about son?
Here it is, here it is -- handcraft the raw
Who the boss? human torch any fantastic four
Player, I be a point guard, controllin things
In the 4th quarter, it’s all water like holdin springs

Chorus 2x

Dj hurricane in the place baby c’mon
Flip--mode, up in the spot baby c’mon
Ram--page, up in the place baby c’mon
Rah, digga up in the house baby c’mon
Lord have mercy in the place baby c’mon
Busta rhymes is in the house baby c’mon
Whylin out, for the night yeah c’mon
Hollis crew, represent baby c’mon
Dj hurricane represent baby c’mon
All the ladies c’mon, shake it baby c’mon
All the females c’mon, shake it baby c’mon..

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:56

Busta Rhymes - Fuck That (Get Off My Block Interlude)

[Spliff Star (Busta Rhymes)]
("What?") "Check it, what, ha. ("Noooooo!") Ha! Ha-ha, ha!
("Hey!") Yeah."
("I don′t care! What?! What?! Uhhh...")

It′s the musical felon, the black John Lennon
who keep the gat between the brief and the denim
The way the world is headed, I can see how it′s endin′
but I′m gonna get this paper from now to armageddon
My mental′s too strict, my squad is too thick,
I fucked up and slipped but I quickly caught a grip
Since my man put me on, ("Eh-heh.") I took another route
I′m wreckin′ shows you know from here to over South
Them mothafuckas know exactly talkin′ about
Spliff Star, see me on MTV
Fuck that! I′m comin′ to gain on Soul Train
Now I′m gettin′ paid like that nigga Damon Wayans
Fuck that! No more stress on the brain!
Fuck that! No more sellin′ cocaine!
I′m out there, I′m out there on the radio
Catch me in the video doin′ my thing
Still smokin′ crucial bang
Just came off my P-O ("Yo!")
I′m in my basement writin′ ′nough flow
That′s right, my fuckin′ brain′s open
Got you jealous niggas on the sides slopin′
Smell the weed I′m totin′
It′s stink like skunks, I′m beatin′ down you punks
Now shut the fuck up! ("′K up! ′K up! ′K up...")

[Busta Rhymes]
"Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo, what the-what the fuck is goin′ on in my shit?! Ayyo,
Spliff Star! How the fuck you up in my shit, got your fuckin′ songs on my LP,
nigga? Nigga, we know your shit comin′ out in ′98, mothafucka! Have patience!
Mawfucka tryin′ to bogart space on my LP..."

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:56

Busta Rhymes - Shorty (Shawty)

feat. Chingy, Fat Joe, Nick Cannon

[Intro]
New York put it on the floor
New York put it on the floor (what, c′mon)
Cali put it on the floor
Cali put it on the floor ("Love Don′t Cost A Thing")
Miami put it on the floor
Miami put it on the floor
Atlanta put it on the floor
Atlanta put it on the floor (Just Blaze)

[Verse 1 - Busta Rhymes]
Yo, watch how the women start sniffin around
When we be rippin it down, we got ′em stickin around
The way they love the kid, like I′m the king of the town
The way my money stack stupid, got ′em flippin around, and got ′em diggin
the sound
I know you look finger lickin
and baby girl, I only use my dough for trickin or chicken
Listen, cooked food shorty fatten my tummy
You can go in and out my slacks, don′t touch my money
Even though you lookin good and it was nice to meet ya
You be lucky if you even get a slice of pizza, from me (c′mon)
Before you ever try to touch my money clip
I′ll put you on the corner walkin up and down the money strip (now look it
here)
Honey dip, better find another dummy quick
Homie tryna stunt, better jump inside a money whip (go on)
And see what you can get, and keep it over there
You better try your luck, cause you ain′t gettin nothin over here

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
I think you need to move it to the left
(Shorty)
Move it to the left
(Shorty)
If you ain′t got your own paper, I don′t suggest you hold your breath
(Shorty)
Keep it right
(Shorty)
You better keep it tight
(Shorty)
You better bring money out ya crib, cause you ain′t gettin none of mine
tonight
(Shorty)

[Verse 2 - Chingy]
Ma let me see you twist it like a centipede
I keep a stack of that, plus some Hennessey
Since I got rich, I keep a lot of enemies
But trip and it′s like that, cause I′ve been a G
Look at the way these women tend to grin at me
I like the way she shake it with a lot of energy
Magnums, alcoholic freaks the remedy
I′m the young Donald Trump, is y′all hearin me?
Girls on the sideline, yeah they cheerin me
Ask her "can she drive a stick?" now she steerin me
Man I′m sick, no it ain′t no curin me
C to the H to the I-N-G ... Y

[Chorus] - w/ ad libs

[Verse 3 - Fat Joe]
Yeah, uh, yo, uh
Put that ass up on the floor
+Make it clap+ when you seen cats pass through the door (uh)
I ain′t tryna act gas at all
Chicks attack like he′s "Joe Crack, The Boss"
Played it back, cause I be so paranoid
I got a wife, but baby please don′t back it off (uh)
She understood that, said "what′s good, Crack?"
Got me screamin "where the hood, where the hood rat"
Mami I ain′t gotta pop the piston
But the rocks got a gleam, so hard to miss ′em
So I, cut the chase, took her out the place
Put her in a bed, put smile on her face (uh)
She don′t know "Joe Crack the Don"
Never spend no type of real cheese on a broad
All I keep is 100 G′s, limit credit cards
Could you believe we could spend it all
Talk to ′em, c′mon

[Break]
New York put it on the floor
New York put it on the floor
Jersey put it on the floor
Jersey put it on the floor
V.A. put it on the floor
V.A. put it on the floor
Chi-town put it on the floor
Chi-town put it on the floor

[Verse 4 - Nick Cannon]
Just work shorty, you gon′ work for this little bit of change
Side order of pimpin, little bit of game
What ya know gon′ hurt, just a little bit of pain
When I rip your skirt from your little bitty frame
Whole lot trickin, whole lotta cash
Shorty on Nick with a whole lot of ass
Fly guy, Antonio Vargas
Carrera Porsche′s we ain′t even parkin
Valet, alligator Air Forces
Waves in my head have them chicks gettin nauseous
Let ′em cause the fame, my dough, your world
So shake it like a na-na-nasty girl

[Chorus] - 2X

[Outro]
BK put it on the floor
BK put it on the floor (Flipmode)
BX put it on the floor
BX put it on the floor (TS)
St. Louis put it on the floor
St. Louis put it on the floor (DTP)
Philly put it on the floor
Philly put it on the floor (no doubt) (*fade*)

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:55

Busta Rhymes - Daily Reminder

Day in. day out. (out)
Day in. day out. (out)
Day in. day out. (out)
Day in. day out. (out)

Verse 1:dinco d
They got my brother locked down in connecticut.
Confederate "dЎ± we can better it.
But yo, I’m illiterate to the little bits.
Until the fat pigs billys bent philly.
Scent when way I went rent make
Me think dip dy dip to the socialize
Of americal not america mer
Medler rich peddler "hold upЎ±
Which ways up whatever high
Heather by bush push push push in
The bush mop drop the pains.
In ink a document approximate
It’s a quarter to cut throat headless
Hole bedless tall I figure factor.
Crack the smack police man better be
Strap step step yep it’s a hit hit.
Run run, ha hon it’s another father’s
Saw son from behind caught up in time. but my mind and his mind make all
Mind equal, but it’s a daily reminder.

Verse 2: busta rhymes
Escape from the killer tree, yes.
Everybody run and come follow me.
Sit back as I reach, and I come and attack.
Other forces trying to reveal my other
Sources, following my courses.
Fiding on the back of horse.
Trilly, trally, I dilly, dally my way.
Through the alley.
Remember that we will wreck from the east
All the way to cali.
To those that are hungry, come get a
Taste of this sound,
Hey people you know that we’re
Gonna get on down.
This is your daily reminder, so
Remember as we move right to the center,
You know we gonna be your number one
Contender.
As I capture through the rapture.
Subliminally undercover, yes my dome is
Chrome on the front of my album cover.
As I mention, people follow the ways of imperfection,
Float like suspension, oozing out of a pimple like infection.!
Hip-hop resurrection, at the drop of a quarter,
Drop another rhyme with a new order.
Come follow me, come follow me man,
Doing everything that I can so we could live a little better
If we only could remember.
As we find the original 3-ring binder
Rewinder the time back to the original daily reminder.

Verse 3: charlie brown
May I say the rythm will flow and then
You will know that’s it’s ok.i’m rippin’
And rhymin’ yes never the less everyday
Hysterical lyrical miracle l.o.ns., l.o.n.s.
Yes, yes, y’all y’all. yes yes, y’all y’all.
The boogie tie brown, the boogie tie brown,
My manifestation hits. the monitor milo always on the mix.
The capitalistic unrealistic move with tie.
Pitch in style step with tie rep and rec.
Flip to the vibe I bet girls river
Wet quiver yet don’t sweat. of course
To the source just move with the force.
Oof course across what do you know
People they got feeling p! ros jos! froze
1-1 2-2 3-3 4-4 coming stunning. 1 and million plus
We’re raw wanna make ’em live side to the side is doom and
There’ll be no more games like keepers or finders you’re
Taking off your binders ’cause it’s a daily reminder.

Day in. day out. (out)
Day in. day out. (out)
Day in. day out. (out)
Day in. day out. (out)

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:55

Busta Rhymes - Keep It Movin′

feat. Dinco, Milo, Charlie Brown

[Intro: Busta Rhymes]

Aiyo, where my niggas at?
Fuck, my niggas is at?
Where my Leaders Of The New School niggas is at?
Yo, aiyo C Brown, C Brown where the fuck you at, dun?
Aiyo Milo, Milo and the dance, where the fuck you at, nigga?
Aiyo aiyo Dinco, where you at, son?
Where the fuck my Leaders niggas is at, man?
Fuck man, I′m ready to grab my niggas
Them niggas need to go to blow or sometin

Keep it movin′, keep it movin′ (Runnin faster than the speed of a bullet)
Keep it movin′, keep it movin′ along, keep it movin′ along
(Has more rhymes than any other DJ that has craps)
Keep it movin′, keep it movin′ (Able to leap sucker MC′s in a single bound)
Keep it movin′, keep it movin′ (Look at the jam of the mic)
Keep it movin′ along, keep it movin′ along (It′s the L-the O-the N-the S)

[Verse 1: Dinco, Milo]

Three in this to grass it up like me
Besides TNT, see an N and BG
My visionary which is skippin on my D-O-G
I guess it was a S-O-S from G-O-D
Chaos has arisen interteller space souls (SOULS!)
Cellular, good ridance, like keypads wit ol′ bass
Third planet states while the rest of the world waits (WAITS!)
Joy to the world, meaning hell, snow and earthquakes
Participates, modulates
If comets were round plates, bitten names gates
For only those that ???? relates, case after case (CASE!)
Dinco′s on the next space
Movin strategically in the Solar System′s waste (RAHHH!)
Size 25, the lymph still be in place (HAHHH!)
Stretch and extending, for flexin is impending
It′s not mind-bending or *?refriending?* to keep remembering (HMMM!)
Cos everybody′s people gonna die, or believe (WOO-HOO!)
we dispense necessity, to shout and receive

KEEP IT MOVIN′ ALONG

People in the party, are you really feelin?
We ain′t seein eye-to-eye so you ain′t really seein (SEE!)
I be hippin all type of niggas, sayin fuck that nigga Blow
When they see me in the party, they better act like they know
YO, we connectin dots that makes spots hot
Uhh, to the beat′cha (Y′ALL!), ah ya don′t stop (STOP!)
Notice, how many groups can formulate then lose focus
With a lot of hocus pocus, concepts that sound bogus
I′m seein the world and all its different kind of poses (WOO!)
Crush you like roaches, that′s keepin the crowd movin (HAA!)
Mr and the dancers, who said "Culture consumin?"
Never face, he ????? ????? and strength
Cos I can terminate, like a dirty hypodermic needle
My vision′s clearer than the sights on an eagle
Stop them bustin high, bring the head back to my table
Don′t front, circle circle, dot dot, you catch your speed, not
Feel that, cos this type of vibe sounds done
(Far from the...., to the doe-run-run-run to the doe-run-run)
(YES!) Yes to the beat-boys and your ass accepted
Exclusive, L-O-N-S bringin the ruckus, wild aggressive

[Chorus:]

Keep it movin′ along, keep it movin′ along
Keep it movin′, keep it movin′, keep it movin′
Keep it movin′ along, keep it movin′ along

[Verse 2: Charlie Brown, Busta Rhymes]

Now don′t get me wrong, CHILL!!!
Let me out, no question, no doubt
????? god is a drought
I′ve come to wet the party like a tropical depression
????? mixed with scherm for this musical session
(STOP!) stressin, testin, second-guessin, who′s ′fessin?
Life is a lesson in disguise like a blessin
Blinkin, kickin, better back up chickens
The guns stun split, I keep it real, front *?worm?* (*?WORM!?*)
Cos I′m like a ???? hands therapeutic
Measurements, square, feet, and cubic
We′re all makin pennies off a record, so who needs the paper? (WHO?)
The man in Manhatten lampin in the skyscrapers
How much can a nigga take before he break fool?
I tell ya cool, with the New School
And the tool to examine my unorthodox pattern
From Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter and Saturn
and don′t forget Uranus, Neptune and Pluto
Flow deeper than the lava inside a volcano, bro
(Never snitch, never dominate
I′ll be wild, smokin drowsy)
Fuckin up my economics, is it rather ironic
Sippin gin, juice and tonic
Like Shawn Kemp with some hemp, super sound and sonic
Baby, above your head, below your feet and it still wimp
C-Boogie Brown, my shit is brilliant

Yah yah, yah (AHH!)
My shit be so ginamic
and I′ma take 4 steps and cross the whole Titanic
Better believe I (KEEP!) movin (OVER!) people ?????
You know my crew funk, bringin in full flaga′
Bringin it back like I′m fresh out the box, pair of broke ass 69ers
(IS THERE NUTTIN NEW?) All in the house so open up your blinders
Yo, I be the Moses takin poses
When the wine flows so beautiful like a large bouquet of roses

[Chorus:]

Keep it movin′ along, keep it movin′ along
Keep it movin′, keep it movin′

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]

Keep it movin now
No need to try to stop it, we gon′ wreck shit anyhow
Your, limitations is somethin I never will allow
When we bake the cake, I be that nigga that brings the icing
Disregard your whole identity and revoke your driver′s licence
You know I blast in your ass real fast
Got your bladder burning, desperate for a bathroom pass
My ????? like a Busta Rhymes statue made of grass
C′mon, hypnotise some ass, shit so hot, better jump in the water, nigga
(SPLASH!)
Breakin fools at parties like a ruckus sound class
Make a philly down the back and mix the weed with more hash
I will wash away your pain like Draino
Erupting like the angriest volcano, or the wickedest whirlwind and tornado
We stay up in the streets, cruisin, me and my whole crew, gotta.......

[Chorus:]

Keep it movin′ along
Keep it movin′, keep it movin′, keep it movin′
Keep it movin′ along, keep it movin′ along
Keep it movin′, keep it movin′, keep it movin′, keep it movin′
Keep it movin′ along, keep it movin′ along
Keep it movin′, keep it movin′, keep it movin′, keep it movin′
Keep it movin′ along, keep it movin′ along
Keep it movin′

[Outro:]

This one goes out
to the three brothers that I love the most, in memory of this song
My man Ratto, my man Big Joe, my nigga Love
Them niggas rest, most comfortable
Peace, L-O-N-S, forever

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:55

Busta Rhymes - Things We Be Doin′ For Money (Part 1)

Huh, yeah, fuck that,
Niggas go out to get it,
Niggas is out there holding until I see niggas,
Niggas is out there holding,
Starving nigga, fuck that, I′m a broke nigga,
And I gotta see any nigga out here holding something,
Fuck that.

Everyday, me and my son stay scheming,
On how to maximise the level on day to day creaming,
While you remain faking,
Yo, I ain′t tolerating, no mistaking,
We on the move to study paper-making,
Round up the whole squad quick,
Plot the scheme with my niggas, get on some full clip bullshit,
Before I solidify manslaughter, my unit form on the streetcorner,
We suprise like fiends in disguise,
Laying for the right shit so I can receive another grand prize,
Greeting niggas like a homeless nigga,
The way it happened son, you′d never figure,
How the homeless nigga gun is much bigger,
Now give me everything you walking with and everything your man is holding,
Even the watch that got the platinum moulding,
And as the situation start unfolding,
You scared to death you little bitch, go ahead,
Report it stolen, see what happen...

(Crazy fighting going on, mad punches, smashed glass etc.)

Cocks drwan nigga, holding my dick,
Wilding for the night, splurging with my click from the fit,
Open like a motherfucker, itching and ready to do the next stick,
Get any my nigga Dit can pick,
What you said I said even if it causing bloodshed,
Getting paid for even if we robbing a fucking chickenhead,
Word to mother son, I ain′t fronting,
I′m taking everything I been always wanting,
So I continue to peep out, in the jam will be the most blidded,
Rob ′em in the corner bounce to the bar with they money and buy drinks with
it,
I stay on some real trife shit, test your life shit or even stab you on some
knife shit,
Fake it if you wanna fake it, if I see it, then I want it, then I take it,
Leaving niggas ass naked,
Sometime I know it seems so shocking,
How you the next victim to be listening of the sounds of a trigger cocking,
All in your ears, cold steel all against your face,
I feel your blood chilling, your heart racing at a rapid pace,
And if you thinking that′s strong,
I dare you even to flinch wrong, fuck around,
You feel the full five long,
The victim contemplating what to do,
Or how the fuck top get out of the situation that he′s going through,
This nigga tried to grab the gat, you know I started clapping,
Bet y′all niggas wanna know how the rest of the story happened...

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:54

Busta Rhymes - Turn It Up Fire It Up

It′s Busta Rhymes, they do much more
So yo you one more time, knucklehead flow that
You act real dumb, yo, I′m pert near fool
Lights out when, let it riplike my neck
With search warrant, I make sure verything we make is raw
I make sure everything we make is raw...

Yah, yah, yah...

1-When I step up in the place, ay you I step correct
Woo hah woo hah
Got you all in check, I got that head nod
That make you break ya neck
Woo hah, woo hah, got you all in check
And you know we come through, to reck the disco tech
Woo hah, woo, I got you all in check
Throw your hands up in the air, and never disrespect
Woo hah, woo hah, I got you all in check

Busta Rhymes up in the place, true indeed
Yes, I catch wreck and that′s word on my seed
I′m guaranteed to give you what you need
One blood everybody like junior reed
Make up every morning, I must succeed
Nationwide ruckus make the world stampede
Yo, Willie make we roll some--
Made charge...now I must proceed
Yo, we bout to make moves set speed
Peace to baby phife cue-tip ali-shaheed
Watch me knock you out like apollo creed
Body blows bustin′ you... makin′ you bleed
Just feed off the dynamic flows and take heed
Need more information, homeboy then just read
Ayyy, you can read all about the pure breed
Do the bogle dance man, do the pepperseed
(repeat 1)

How dare you ever try, to step on my suede shoes
Top Gun...down your firm like Tom Cruise
Please, let me get down and blow a fuse
Actin′ fools, brakin′...down to molecules
Yo, let me hit you with my ill street blues
Busta Rhymez always headlines the street news
Woo hah, woo hah

Ah, baby girl, don′t be confused
Sail my Seven Seas and enjoy my boat cruise
I know you really want to know who′s
Comin′ through leavin...stains and residues
Sorry homeboy, but your flow sounds used
Got to pay your dues, baby, you know the rules
Whenever I travel the world I landcruise
If you choose to...around, you get bruised
Now, I got you gas on super unleaded fuels
Give me room gimme some space yo excuse
(rpt 1)

You′re now rockin′ with the best
Busta Rhymez coming through from the flip mode squad
Boyscouts who I be straight to your dome
We comin′ straight to your dome
Bringin′ all the ruckus, to all you rad mother...
Boyscouts who I be flipmode is da squad
Busta Rhyme break it down like this
Yo, which mother...stole my flow, eenie meenie minie moe
Throw them type a...right out my window
Blast they...hit them from a direct blow
Bo, comin′ through like G.I. Joe
Star wars movin′ like Han Solo
Make you bounce around like this was calypso
Always shine ′cause I got the hi-pro glow
You think that you can hide, you think you can lay low
Roll up on you...like Hawaii 5-0
Make out with my dreads in my kangol
Forget the moe... just pass the cisco
Yo, take a trip down to Mexico
Come back with that...that might make you psycho
Maximum frequency through your stereo
Sorry, this is it, but homeboy I gotta go
(rpt 1)

Yeah, hey, hey, yo hey...

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:54

Busta Rhymes - Don′t Cha

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


Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:54

Busta Rhymes - Everybody on The Line Outside

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

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

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

-repeat chorus-

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

-repeat chorus 2x-

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:53

Busta Rhymes - What′ Up

[scratched: "It′s the new!!"]

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

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

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

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

[Chorus]

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:53

Busta Rhymes - Fire It Up (Turn It Up)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHORUS′ 1 and 2

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:52

Busta Rhymes - Sound of The Zeekers

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

Oh!

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Done!

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:52

Busta Rhymes - This is What Happens

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

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

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

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

Chorus

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

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

Chorus

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:52

Busta Rhymes - Do for Self

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

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

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

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


Chorus

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

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

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:51

Busta Rhymes - You Ain′t Fuckin′ With Me

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

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

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

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:51

Busta Rhymes - A Quarter to Cutthroat

Verse 1: charlie brown

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

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

Verse 2: dinco d.

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

Verse 3: milo

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

Chorus

Verse 4: busta rhymes

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

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:51

Busta Rhymes - We Can Take It Outside

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

[Verse 1:]

I′m a natural born killa that′s born to rise
Flipmode is the squad so it′s no surprise
Niggas want to advertise about how we get down
You fuck around leave your body in the lost and found
How you like me now?
We got the industry on lock
The world is on shock
I′m a take a piece of the rock
Yo, you feel it in the heart when we took you to the park
Midnight after dark, I′m the raider of the lost ark (ark echo′s)
Now na na na na na na, nana nah
Super size, super size, right before your eyes
I bring in treats like giant sweet potato pies
Wise, sword shift and I spit on flies
Killing all the tips from studio spies
Head to bed, beddie bye, beddie bye
Don′t ask why, we′ll take your ass to paradise
Flipmode′s the squad don′t rest, don′t try
Peace to my people in the friendly sky
Peace to my outer space ties
I′m in leather like the ladies
Bigger than crack in the 80′s (80′s echo′s)
Drive the buggy I Mercedes
Blow up like C-4
Got so much to live for
Can′t play the game no more
Pick up the cain no more
Brothers ain′t the same no more
Try to sweat me, what am I aiming for
Get yourself caught up
Faggot ass tore up
In the worst way, the only way you can stop me
is cock your glock and shot me
Drop me, pop me, make sure you that you got me
Cause anytime I live I′m comin back to find you poppy

[Chorus:]

What y′all niggas wanna do?
Yo we can take it outside
Ya′ll niggas want something?
Yo we can take it outside
What y′all niggas wanna do?
Yo we can take it outside
Ya′ll niggas want something?
Yo we can take it outside

[Verse 2:]

Push up in the hot rod, alley cats a rah rah
All my flipmode in the backseats with chrome nods
Hear to bust mine
Nigga frat child let his brain fry
Pretty boy sliced up philly contact from his red eye
You failed to realize when you macks me you drop the plastic
Run up in your crib, now you heat me from the mattress
My crew expanded, QB is where we landed
Yellow strip you crossed it
Now I′m forcing you to drink this champotion
Show me were loaded
The desert eagle hear it cockin′
Lovin my doggie
While we shinin′ continue flossin
Steppin on toes I crush the whole shoe
Pronto like Cru till I′m Triumphant like Wu
The shit you talkin crazy like niggas turnin in their hand guns
I be burnin mc′s like betty grandson
Smokin grey poupon boy
Two lines, I chew rhymes and make niggas fall like they was futons
All day outsiders, this squad be flipmode
We get a dick rode a whole shitload

[Chorus]

[Verse Three:]

We the official g-u-rilla to lead militias
Stack peelin, americana
Spit sentences like one of missy wanna′s
Reminisce the promise
Bring drama like Nicaragua
Fatigues march, army leaders, they count crooked drug dollars
And sip fresh squeezed milk from the titties of llamas
Leave cities in carnage
Prettiest farmers that pour whisky at harvest and hold 16 guananas
Maintain, maintain, maintain
I pray like Gussalini Zion fists
Try on this, you can′t see me like vagina lips
Smugglin diamond chips, bubblin anonymous
The dominant will resource and count script crews and world wars
(world wars echo′s)
Yo, you better practice what you preach, I got 7 MC′s
And 10 g′s, I′ll show each
Never interfere and shit, souvenirs for your ears and shit
Clear poetry like William Shakespeare and shit
Word is bond checkin me out
Hey what you talkin about
You lost and walkin about
Niggas got beef they want to say and start talkin it out
Hey, oh my god, y′all nigga be buggin me out
Wish they could lay me down and have the police start chalkin me out
Now I zoom in on you and my niggas start stalkin you out
Chuck down that bullshit that you be callin about
This one′s for my people and my niggas up North
The ruler shit dynasty but Flipmode finally come fourth
Exports and imports hittin you with flavors of all sorts
My squad comin through, chop off your ear

[Chorus 2X]

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:50

Busta Rhymes - What The Fuck You Want

Flipmode motherfuckas
Flipmode motherfuckas
What the fuck you want
What the fuck nigga
What you want
What the fuck nigga (We gon hit it down like this nigga what)
Check it out
I be
Testing your fate and wrecking your face
Invading your space
And watch the tables turn like you′re trading a place
I pull stunts like evil kadeival
Me and my people fly like an eagle
And blow your entire cathingil
Hurry hurry
Don′t worry worry
Hit y′all with a flurry flurry of jazz
Leaving y′all niggas blurry blurry
Brew up some shit like I′m cooking for y′all
When I′m done then I come looking for y′all
(Huh huh hold up hold up)
Federal cases cause nuff bodies end up in medical places
In they blood finding them chemical traces
Leaving special investigators going through skeptical phases
While we getting money the decimal changes
I was a seven-day affentice apprentice
Now I strike with a vengeance
Blowing the door right up off of the hinges
This be that put you out of your misery song
And make you ask your man is this the joint he dissing me on
That′s when I ask
Chorus:
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga
Moving your muscle and doing the hustle
See nowadays we getting money like rustle
Who really wanna tussle
Challenge the super saber in a nigga
Blast the challenger way out of space like Galica nigga
Battle star Galactica cross my diameter nigga
Derange your whole circular shape into triangular nigga
Yo
So what it was my fault
That I had to bring this shit to a screaming halt
What you need to do is open up the vault
That′s why I make sure that my vest will be on
So when I blast you and your additional stress will be gone
Then I sprinkle just a little bit of salt on your plans
And watch your shit shrivel up right in the palm of my hands
I ain′t afraid of ya
But I thank all of my niggas for saving ya
I was about to take you back
To when your mother was making ya
Clapping you up
Slapping you up
Trapping you up
Holding you hostage
Duck taping and Saran wrapping you up
Yo
First she was sober
I smell aroma
Put you in a Trans
And slip into an irreversible coma
Fuck y′all cubic zirconium niggas it′s over
Closing in on all y′all niggas
While we′re moving in a little closer
Then I evaluate and elaborate
Confiscate your shit and dare your ass to retaliate
That′s when I ask
Chorus (2x)

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:50

Busta Rhymes - Take it Off (Part 1)

Take off your shoes
Make you dance in your socks
For blocks
Nigga be dippin a million.
What, hot!
Better pause and take a look.
There′s a whole lot of whores.
Run up in a storm.
Bitch a try to take you for yours for sure.

Word up yo!
And just get what you can.
Catch it, so just play it on a record
And take it off until you ass naked.

Word to mother.
Shorty stack like a horse.
Pushin a force.
Lookin to floss.
Diana Ross.

Flow better.
One of the biggest seller.
Tell me what ever.
Wether a nigga stack mozzarella

I′m a get ya.
I ain′t comin with ya.
Hit ya,
with another scripture
That will really split ya.
Make sure the fact you wack.
And we don′t need none of that.
Keepin it movin.
Now tell me, where my nigga′s is at?

Yo, from here to Brook.
Nigga′s is shook, look.
I make you sing the hawk
Shake your ass.
Wiggle your foot.
I make you

CHORUS:

TAKE IT OFF.
Shit so hot we make you.
TAKE IT OFF.
Give me what you got nigga.
TAKE IT OFF.
And we hit the right spot baby.
TAKE IT OFF.
And everybody if you with me just
TAKE IT OFF.
Shit so hot we make you
TAKE IT OFF.
Give me what you got nigga
TAKE IT OFF.
And when I hit the right spot baby
TAKE IT OFF
And if you with me everybody just
TAKE IT OFF.

Wiggle and bounce baby.
More to the ounce baby
That′s what I be about baby.
Give me a shout baby.
All up in your body.
Whipping the mazorati
Through the city
With one of my hottie.
I′m on my way to the party.
Meet with my nigga Marty
And little and Colie Scotti.
Sippin Baccardi.
′Till you know we whylin up everybody.
Whip about to cause.
All in the jam
Nigga′s whylin out at the bar.
(OHH)
We keep it movin
(OHH)
Every time yo. (ooh)
Shit that make your DJ
Spin it back 4 times yo.
Let it rain and let it drizzles
Heat in the club be makin you sizzle
All of the bitches right in the middle.
(WORD UP)
I make yall nigga′s smooth.
Making you sweat.
Making you get busy.
Got yall nigga′s loosin your breath.
So I started working this way.
Pass the sting rays.
See me Kunta Kintai.
Check the way me ringai.

Hey Mister DJ
Hit with a replay
Check it
Hey why you all in my face.
Give me some leeway.
Got you doin′ what we say.
Other nigga′s racin
And whylin all on a freeway
Rushin to get in a club
And get all up in the place
Get inside and see FLIPMODE in your face
(ooh)
Now let me take you nigga′s straight to the point.
Now get the party.
Radio be still bangin my joint.
Turn it up a little while I make you.

CHORUS

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:50

Busta Rhymes - The Whole World Lookin At Me

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

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

Chorus 2x

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:49

Busta Rhymes - I Got Your Back

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

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

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

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

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

(busta rhymes)
A’yo where rah digga?

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I got your back (4x)

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:49

Busta Rhymes - Violators

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:49

Busta Rhymes - Too Much on My Mind

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:48

Busta Rhymes - Live To Regret

Ha, ha, ha, uh, yeah, yeah
While we hit you with another one of them old phenomenal shits
Nineteen-ninety-six, that nigga comes through with another one of them fucking ill ones
Busta rhymes in the place to be, flipmode squad
Y’all motherfuckers keep it right here
You know how it’s going down son
Blow the spot up, one shot
Yo check it out

Aeiyo son, I get busy each and every day
Freaky different shit make you bounce around your way
So many niggas just fade away
Talking shit on mics with nothing to say
When I display freaky bump shit you wanna say
Hit you off, make you and your peoples wanna stay
Yo, who be that nigga that be coming through?
That’s me
I’ll take the mics just overview
Ha, who, ha
Tell me just what you wanna do
Hit with more shit that make you feel brand new
Steady solid gold posting like marilyn macu
Suckers suffocating till their faces turn blue
You don’t have a clue, of the proper number of my crew
How we shoot the spit-shine on niggas like a pair of shoes
Any time you wanna set it off
I’ma make sure that you all live to regret it

Chorus:
Don’t you do something that will catch up with you
Watch your back before you die
Don’t you do something that you live to regret
Or feel the heat so bad baby
Don’t you do something that will catch up with you
Watch your back before you die
Don’t you do something that you live to regret
Or feel the heat so bad baby

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Huh! yo!
I be the absolute wicked and that’s your first warning
When you start falling, my name you will be calling
Who’s that?
You wake up to every single morning, that’s me
Busta rhymes with the loudest talking
Living to regret what they did to you, stay talking
Talking shit you better watch how you be walking
Coming through so that you all can really see
Rhyme after me, bring you back to reality
Ha, check your self nigga
Just count from one to three
Then I hit you off with another new stylee
A-hee, a-hee-hee
Dedicated to mc’s
Break you off something with so much new ferocity
So hot, I will burn off your calories
Chase you all down like I was your worst enemy
Better believe this nigga set it
Fuck around and i’ma make sure that you all live to regret it

Chorus:
Don’t you do something that will catch up with you
Watch your back before you die
Don’t you do something that you live to regret
Or feel the heat so bad baby
Don’t you do something that will catch up with you
Watch your back before you die
Don’t you do something that you live to regret
Or feel the heat so bad baby

Yo, yo, yo, yo
I be that nigga that you can’t see
Breaking shit down in all actuality
All y’all niggas who misbehave
Better count your blessings or make your grave
Uh, this goes out to all the ones who talk trash
Bring the noise nigga, we will bust your ass
If you really wanna set it off
I’ma make sure that you all live to regret it

Chorus:
Don’t you do something that will catch up with you
Watch your back before you die
Don’t you do something that you live to regret
Or feel the heat so bad baby
Don’t you do something that will catch up with you
Watch your back before you die
Don’t you do something that you live to regret
Or feel the heat so bad baby

(repeat to fade with chanting in background)

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:43