(Chorus) When I step up in the place ay yo I step correct Woo Hah got you all in check I got that head nod shit make you break your neck Woo Hah I got you all in check And you know we come through to wreck the disco tech Woo Hah I got you all in check Throw your hands up in the air don′t ever disrespect Woo-Hah I got you all in check
(1st verse) Busta Rhymez up in the place true indeed yes I catch wreck and that′s word on my seed I guarantee to give you what you need One blood everybody like Junior Reid Wake up every morning yo I must up seed Nationwide darkhorse make the world stampede Yo really let me roll some weed mad charged nigga now I must proceed Yo we ′bout to make you set speed Peace to Baby Phife, Q-Tip, Ali Shaheed Watch me knock you out like Apollo Creed Body blow bustin′ your shit making you bleed Just feed off dynamic flows an take heed Need more information homeboy then just read Ay-Ya!! you can read all about the pure breed Do the bogle dance I′ll do the pepperseed
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How dare you ever try to step on my suede shoes Top Gun shut down your Firm like Tom Cruise Please let me get down and blow a fuse Actin′ fool breakin′ shit down to molecules Yo let me hit you with my ill street blues Busta Rhymez always headlines the street news Woo-Hah!!! Yo baby girl don′t be confused Sail my seven seas and enjoy my boat cruise I know you really want to know who′s comin′ through leaving bloodstains and residues Sorry homeboy but your flow sounds used Gotta pay your dues baby you know the rules Whenever I travel the world I landcruise If you choose to fuck around you get bruised Now I got you gassed on super unleaded fuels Get me through give me some space you excuse
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[Rampage] You now rockin wit the best the boy scout is who I be..... ...Flip Mode is the sqiddaud Hah Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah (8X)
Verse Yo which muthaphucka stole my flow eenie....meenie miney mo Throw that type of nigga right out my window Blast your ass hit you with my direct blow Bo!! Coming through like G.I. Joe Star Wars movie deal like Han Solo Make you bounce around like this was calypso Always shine cause I got the high pro glow You think that you can hide you think you can lay low Roll up on your ass like Hawaii 5-0 Mad out with my dreads in my kango forget the Moet nigga just pass the Cisco Yo!! Take a trip down to Mexico Come back with that shit that might make you psycho Maximum frequencies through your stereo Sorry this is it but homeboy I got to go
This is dedicated to all those who don′t see it coming...
Chorus: Busta Rhymes
You can live true baby, you can live trife Whatever way you chose you got to leave your life Aiyyo you′re running out of time, and you bout to cross The finish line, the finish line
(repeat Chorus)
Verse One: Busta Rhymes
And, yo! I can′t afford to waste a second Steppin with my eyes on niggaz checkin on my weapons Every millisecond, motherfuckers say they true to this But when they grab the microphone they shit sound like stupidness *beatboxing* Hah, mad to pull another vicious scandal I know that you can′t handle when I flip from other angles now Feel my hot wax, burning from my melting candles You can′t take the heat, so you switch from boots to wearing sandals This is for example! Shit will make a nigga curse When worse comes to worse, you be the first to disperse now We don′t BELIEVE your man was living like that Hoping to find that nigga see exactly where his heart was at It′s a damn shame how Son know your style, know your name Watch how he pull your file, make you wish you never fuckin came NOW Even the hardest motherfucker has his final day So kill that shit you talkin, and be about your fuckin way
Chorus 2X
Verse Two: Busta Rhymes
Yo, everyday I see you on the block smoking With a bunch of niggaz scoping on how they can split you WIDE open You don′t even know what′s going on up in your circle Awful murder niggaz itch to leave you black blue and purple Ahh, your man came to put you on and tried to make you bleed Hit you with some shit that left you flippin mad in disbelief You just can′t believe that niggaz that you smoke with is on it And the way they rass they really got to bust yo′ shit! Thought your man was joking, paid no attention to the situation Got with your crew and just continued smoking Now your man sit and watch you panic In any other situation you′d be fronting like you gigantic I guess all that fronting is your main talent It′s apparent, he can see right through you like you transparent Hah, aiyyo you need to watch your back you running out of time Watch your step, cuz you only inches from the finish line
Chorus 2X
Verse Three: Busta Rhymes
Now, there′s about a million motherfuckers on your trail Quick to bust your shit for every single time your words failed I′m watchin all the moves you makin fuck the speculatin Super-bitch nigga you just be fakin if I′m not mistakin Every move you fake you dig your grave a little deeper Come around me with that shit I′ma flip it to my brother′s keeper Listen to this: overstress my emphasis I insist to fix and bring the noise as long as I exist Now you walk around the streets with all that shit you speak And step inside the club just to receive the illest ass beating HOO! Take a look around you get no type of sympathy Impatiently, I sit and watch you die in your own iniquity Hah, now you out dead and stinkin, and your eyes are no longer blinkin Time caught up quick, with your little BITCH way of thinkin Ahh, watch you diminish, while your niggaz have to put a finish On your misleading false image
Chorus 5X
Word is bond, bond is life You shall be willing to give your life Before your words shall fail All those who out there frontin, misleading they peoples Actin other than they really are It will catch up to you player, word is bond So that′s, specifically, to all those fake motherfuckers Living out here on that bullshit Trying to act like they know what the fuck′s going on
Hello friend, it’s been too long, And every town sings the same sad song.
Hello friend, it’s been too long, And every town sings the same sad song. Without you here this hotel year, We’ll sure slow down, with so much left to hear.
Chorus: Let′s jet back down (That highway now) blast stereo’s loud. Let′s jet back down that highway now.
The finish line is almost here And someone softly whispers in my ear, Times like these are memories to hold Deep down inside of you and me (Chorus x2)
I’m not leaving you, I’m not leaving (I’m not leaving you, I’m not leaving) (Goodbye friend it wont be long and Untill then we’ll sing the same sad song) Sad song (Chorus x2)
Lets jet back down (that highway now) Lets jet back down (that highway now) Lets jet back down (that highway now)
Fly with me I wont let, I wont let you down Try me and I can say I wont let you down Come with me away with me I′ll never let you down I′ll never let you down no I wont let you down
And I′m feeling you shining star I know you hang sure I wont give up on ya I′m not giving up no trust me just this one time I′ll be at the finish line
I′m running To the finish line, finish line, finish line I′m running To the finish line, finish line, finish line See you when you get there
To little girls who follow me I′ll never let you down To families who doubted me I′ll never let you down Daddies to the mommies I′ll never let you down I′ll never let you down I′ll never let you down
And I′m feeling you baby girl I know you aint sure I wont give up on ya I′m not giving up no put your hand in mine I′ll take you to the finish line
I′m running To the finish line, finish line, finish line I′m running To the finish line, finish line See you when you get there I′m running I′m running I′m running I′m running oh I′m running I′m running I′m running I′m running oh I′m running I′m running I′m running I′m running oh I′m running I′m running I′m running I′m running
I′m running To the finish line, finish line I′m running To the finish line, finish line See you when you get there