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!!

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

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*

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

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

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*

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

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

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)

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]

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

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

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..

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..."

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)

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

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...

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...

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

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

Busta Rhymes - Shut Em Down

feat. Pete Rock

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah.. back by popular demand, it′s about to get Godly
Yeah.. hold it now! AO WWW!
C′mon, c′mon (c′mon).. yeah
Huh.. c′mon, c′mon (c′mon).. yeah
Huh!

Bear witness on the way we stay cuttin ′em down
In two-thousand-two, shuttin ′em down
Have you sippin on it ′til you start suckin it down
I hope you know that we ain′t FUCKIN around
Niggaz you betta BELIEVE when you see me the shit be double trouble
I overLOAD and take this SHIT to another level
I shut it down, sho′ nuff, pack ya bags
Let me work, make it hurt, cause I′m next wreck
Lay flat nigga hit the deck, or face big DISrespect
In addition the SHIT we wreck
Firework flow, spit and make a BIG effect
Bang it in the truck until ya whole SHIT eject, c′mon
Stop nigga, close ya shop
SCUD missile launched fire burn quick, every SHIT we drop
From the GROUND with another sound yes we put it down
and always BOOM and pound, so we shut ′em down

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes (Pete Rock)]
I shut ′em down (shut ′em down, shut shut shut ′em down)
I shut ′em down (sh-sh, sh-sh, shut shut ′em down)
I shut ′em down (shut ′em down, shut shut shut ′em down)
I shut ′em down (shut ′em, sh-shut, shut shut ′em down)
I shut ′em down (shut ′em down, shut-sh-shut ′em down)
I shut ′em down (sh-sh, sh-sh, shut shut ′em down)
I shut ′em down (shut ′em down, shut shut shut ′em down)
I shut ′em down (shut ′em down, shut shut ′em down)

[Busta Rhymes]
Hah!
One two three four five six seven eight nine
Comin THROUGH, betta tuck in ya shine
Once ya lookin for the HEAT, if ya seek it will find
I had these devils wat

Busta Rhymes - The Coming intro

It was a dark night, pitch black, May 20, 19... Approximately 11:30 p.m., a
black child was born. Upon his arrival and rapid growth, being exposed to
the many casualties of the streets, he has now realized what must be
done.... He must bring the ruckus to all you motha fucka′s...He must bring
the ruckus to All you motha fucka′s..He must bring the ruckus to ALL you
motha fucka′s! (Rampage the Last Boy Scout) And now for the moment all you
motha fucka′s been waitin for...all my flipmode niggas rise and awake for
the most powerful event to occur..THE COMING!! Once again you now rockin
wit the best. Flipmode is tha squad for tha year of 1996. UH! Rampage the
Last Boy Scout is who I be, here to take you on another ride of the
Flipmode explosion. Street to street, land to land, coverin all burial
grounds in your area. I′m here to bring on my physical, the 8th wonder of
the world, straight from the dungeon shot, the infamous, the infamous,
Busta Rhymes! Boy Scout′s who I be, Flipmode is still the squad... (Busta
Rhymes) Yo, hey yo, yo, this joint right here, is dedicated to all the
motha fucka′s who fell off and the motha fucka′s whose about ta fall off,
yo, keep fallin, keep fallin, hey, keep fallin, yo, keep fallin, keep
fallin, this is specifically for the motha fucka′s who came out here
claimin to represent hip- hop but really didn′t do shit to preserve the
value of the fuckin artform, the way of life. Hip-hop is a way to live man,
it ain′t no institutionalized religion or somethin. It′s a way to live,
it′s a culture, dog, you know what I mean? You know, so if you ain′t really
got nuthin beneficial to offer this hip-hop shit, preserve the value of the
artform, the music, the way of living, don′t even fuck wit it! We don′t
need deadweight motha fucka′s. This is where we at as it stands right now
in the current day of 1996. There′s only 4 years left. This is dedicated to
all tha niggas who keep fallin, keep fallin, so keep fallin,
AAAAAAHHHHHH!!! Ha, so keep fallin..........thanks a lot

Busta Rhymes - Make Noise

Hoo, hah, hoo, hah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Rock star shit niggas
From the street, to the stadium
From the street, to the stadium
From the street, to the stadium niggas
Now c′mon!

[Verse 1]
Bouncing, everytime I be hittin y′all niggas with shit
That be makin y′all niggas really wanna black up in the fucking spot
We keepin hot for my niggas fresh up off the block
Now all my people bust a shot BLOW, BLOW, BLOW!
Bus a Bus is back all in your face and I′m back to replace
And lace y′all niggas with shit that′ll totally erase
These other corny niggas up outta your head
As far as I′m concerned none of them niggas can fuck with the dreds
WHAT, WHAT, WHAT!
Yeah, yeah, I be keepin it movin, and be keepin it groovin
Rep for my niggas by showin and provin
That we the illest when it comes to this here
Now go get the drinks, go get the blunts, and get the fire
What you say? YEAH, YEAH, YEAH!
What the fuck is bounce up in your truck when you start to conduct
Yourself in a way that be makin you wanna fuck
Wild out in the spot, and get to actin like savages
Tell the one who manages the spot, I got the damages
HO, HO!

CHORUS 2X:
I know y′all niggas want it (I know y′all bitches want it)
WHAT
I know y′all really need it
HO
The shit to keep you bouncin
WHAT
To keep the party heated
Make Noise, Make Noise, Make Noise, Make Noise, c′mon!

[Verse 2]
Busta Rhymes givin it to y′all niggas so check me out
While I pick up my crew and pick up Rah Digga
I′m talkin ′bout how we be puttin it down wit my Flipmode familia
That′s a fact we comin through, so step back
MOVE, MOVE, MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!
Get the fuck up off of me and please release me from my shackle
Watch me and my crew and how we tacklin corner the market
Y′all niggas know exactly how we about to spark it
Makin all of you the target, BLAU, BLAU, BLAU!!
See how we be keepin it comin regardless whatever the reason
It never matters whatever the season
Now peep how we wildin′, and breezin on through
When you know that we will keep it together whatever, get the cheddar
YEAH, YEAH, YEAH!!
Yeah now, lemme continue to talk to my people and continue
To blow the roof off the building and right before we get to
Wreckin the spot everybody climb up on something and tear the lights
Up off of the ceiling, BO, BO, BO, BO!!

CHORUS 2X

Hoo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ha, Busta Rhymes, Lenny Kravitz, Make Noise now, c′mon!
From the streets, to the stadium, Busta Rhymes, Lenny Kravitz
Here we go now, Make Noise now, everybody now, c′mon!
Ha!

[Verse 3]
How′s about to keep it kinda raw and just give it to motherfuckers
And how we smash it and cash it we rip it from motherfuckers
You know we got it, you niggas know we rockin
And get all up in your pocket, YO, YO, YO!!
Yeah, yeah me and brother named Lenny Kravitz
We tearin it down and blowin the spot in the Jacob Javitz
However you wanna do it grab the gas and the matches and start the fire
Take it up a little higher! YEAH, YEAH, YEAH!!

CHORUS 2X

Busta Rhymes - Rhymes Galore

Rhymes galore(7x)
This is for the motherfuckers out there on some real hiphop shit.

Ya′ll, ya′ll, ya′ll
Mayday mayday, mayday mayday
Walk bared foot all day like kunta kinte
So what you say
What is you doin you walkin this way
I burn you like I′m smokin a jalis with helta censa
I be design fashion like Marvin Kanhan
Yes I keep it slamin shit just be bangin just like a loose canon, blow
You better park, niggas are spark, niggas like sharp
niggas a stay up ripen shit a part, niggas float over water like Noa′s ark
niggas cover your face and don′t get caught up in the scene when nigga dark
Eh, excuse me misses
Sure ta hit you with the fitness
Give you niggas the sickest jumpin johva witness
Beamin in on niggas plotin and skimin
And steady dreamin on how niggas do they double teamin
Fuck the bullshit
My nigga it be best shit on by day before you get secret indidit
Make me slap a nigga lop sided
Hold up son listen
It be so beautiful when we catch you like a nigga so there′s to much
pharmasuitable
Come and get it quick
When Busta Rhymes be up in the place
Does who don′t like go get the dick I give you a taste
A yo you need just focus on my earth trembalin
Rhymes that ya′ll be feel-e-in by the million
Fucka your opin-e-ion
Dominatin like Kings Dominion
Leanin on niggas like we on motorcycles pop a wheel-e and
A yo number one Roman numeral completing the exscutanal shit is usual
I ain′t scared of ya
Takin all of ya powafenalia
That′s my words on misses Mahelia
Hope you know your best bet
Just to get the fuck out of my area
Before I rip you from myintrea
And hope you know you got to keep a corny nigga smothered grab the gat
off the covet you never know when shit is safe so keep your face covered
While I be scorchin it
A lot of niggas be lookin for alternates
They still just lose their life that′s so unfortunate
Trail blazin me since my mother started raisin me
Hit you with the powerful shit that sometimes amazes me
I create junkies just like 12 monkeys
Spreadin right threw out your block
Catchin suspects who thinkin they so lucky
Violen clear for those who cannot properly hear
Frequency so loud shatter a couple a pair of your chandler
Now when I′m in the place give me space
Nothin left for me to do my niggas blew up the place
What the fuck, ha ha
I got rhymes galore
Rhymes galore, ya′ll I got rhymes galore, rhymes galore
My Flipmode niggas got rhymes galore, rhymes galore
Busta Rhymes got rhymes galore, rhymes galore
A yo yo I got rhymes galore, yo we got rhymes galore
Rhymes galore, rhymes galore, rhymes galore, rhymes galore
Me and my squad got rhymes galore
Fuck that

Busta Rhymes - Bad Dreams

[Busta Rhymes]
Yo me and my niggas and my clique be getting mad cream
Balling the club, now I′m drunk having a bad dream
This mothafucker tried to greet me with wealth
I never knew that I would see that day that I would meet the devil himself
This nigga was eagerly waiting to prove it
Astonishingly, already dancing to his own burial music
Well anyway, he plottin′ to do it to me
In a certain kind of way, and started off directly popping shit to me
While he spoke a couple of fires would spark
While he sat in the shadow talking his shit we watch the sky getting dark (he said)

[Devil]
(?) Where it hurts
I′ll leave you in a (?) straight up leaking in the back of a church
Let a ghosting crib and haunt you like a ghost in your home
Leaving you old and crippet like them ruins in Rome
Watch your body shrivel up and turn your asses to smoke
Fuck your flesh don′t get yo blood sucked, the blood of ya foes
I be that nigga that′ll torture your spouse
And leave a thousand body bags like truth.com in front of your house

[Busta]
Got me bugging on a whole notha level
Tell me how the fuck a nigga really end up having beef with the devil
Shit bomb the whole effect the nigga had on my dreaming
Body reacting mentally, going to war with the demon
Seem (?) like the typical storm
So embellished in the dream a nigga felt it in the physical form
The dream got my nose runny and shit
Eyes watery, shorty watching my body twitch funny and shit
Giving shorty sleeping with me the creeps
She bugging off how a nigga just sweating and breathing so hard in his sleep
Determined to conquer this nigga so let it begin
Absolutely focused on killing the demon within
So now we fight in the name of my brethren
And every blow connect during the fight you can hear the thunder roll into heaven,
Ain′t hell a deep breath of fresh air
The devil′s presence blows a cold draft leaving a scent of death in the air
While my mind was reassembling now
Simultaneous wifey watching a nigga body trembling now
Couldn′t conquer me so now the devil wanted me dead
Stabbing a nigga with the same bone he ripped from his head
Yo its funny how the devils′ll test us
But if fully select, niggas bless with something some′ll raggle with impressions
Til I′m dead I′m always battling through
You can′t believe you cut my main vein that all my blood be traveling through
Somebody gotta die, settle the score
Because it′s me or this nigga, I′m fighting to the death, I′m ready for WAR
(devil laughing fades)

Busta Rhymes - Truck Volume

Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Turn my music up
Turn my music up
Truck shit now
Truck shit now
Truck shit now
Truck shit now
Turn my music up
Turn my music up
Truck shit now
Live nigga bully foot
Brass knuckle rap shit now
Check it out now
Yeah yeah

Relax that shit you talk
Before I sic my bitch on you
Let her bounce wit your dick on a fork
I bring a bigger storm to calm your clouds
I own a couple things I even own a farm wit cows
I own a moment when my niggas run deep thru crowds
Like how a pregnant woman breat milk leak thru her blouse
A lot of niggas love to wish on a star
Give a fuck who you are
I know some niggas that’ll piss on ya car
Now see every time we step in the place
I give y’all niggas shit that put a fowl look on ya face
Rock ice like I was never more able
Dont drink coffee cause my diamonds be cuttin the glass on the table
Hey I be the lost found tribe of shabazz
Bless niggas then I plant another bomb on ya ass
Then I put my students all in a class
To clear my rulership
And leave y’all niggas fucked up doin the math
One time now
Truck shit now
Truck shit now
Turn my music up
Turn my music up
Truck shit now
Truck volume
Truck volume

I know you wanna get up on it
Let me show ya how we do
Every time we drop that shit
You know we put it down for you

Hey hey
How many times you gonna crush down something
You need to change ya name up to buss a buss down something
Ya fuckin with the highest my nigga
Tryin to fuck wit the giant might as well call me goliath my nigga
Come on
Drop hot shit on the spot
Sop it up wit a mop
Before the hungry come and shop on ya block
I know some niggas that’ll love to blood suck you all
A thing of the past because them niggas stuck you all
One shot bust on the same bullet struck you all
And when they bounce you hear voices screamin fuck you all
Gathered up about a thousand young bucks who brawl
Its decoys in case he needed to duck you all
Thats why you betta move tight wit ya click
Niggas be thirsty and quick just to be out before the night wit ya shit
We keep it street and give a damn who you are
Make niggas wild and bitches spread and put they hands on the car
And let me frisk em
And shake they asses down to the floor
While dude wonderin what them niggas is poundin me for
What them niggas grillin
What them niggas houndin me for
And for the pound and what them what them niggas was surroundin me for
Well let me tell you what the fuck we was surroundin you for
We came to get you once
Well now I come to get you for more
While your gettin got
Niggas drinkin ten dolla hennessy shots
Gettin drunk and wildin out in the spot

What the fuck now
Truck shit now
Truck shit now
Turn my music up
Turn my music up
Hot shit now
Street shit now
Truck volume
I know you wanna get up on it
Let me show ya how we do
Every time we drop that shit
You know we put it down for you
I know you wanna get up on it
Let me show ya how we do
Every time we drop that shit
You know we put it down for you
Hey hey

Busta Rhymes - Make It Clap

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[chorus]

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

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

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

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

[chorus]

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

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

Busta Rhymes - How Much We Grew

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

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

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

CHORUS

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

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

CHORUS repeats to end

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

Busta Rhymes - We Made It

[ft. Linkin Park]

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Fast Rap)

(chorus-Chester Bennington:)
Together we made it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ohhhh singing

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

Busta Rhymes - This Means War!

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

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

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

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

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

Nobody helps them
Now he has his revenge

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

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

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

Busta Rhymes - Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad

Verse One: Jamal

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

Verse Two: Redman

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

Verse Three: Keith Murray

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

Interlude: Announcer

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

Verse Four: Rampage

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

Verse Five: Lord Have Mercy

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

Verse Six: Busta Rhymes

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

Busta Rhymes - Make it Hurt

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

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

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

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

Busta Rhymes - Hail Mary

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Busta Rhymes - Gimme The Light

[Busta Rhymes]
Ay yo Sean Paul!!!

[Sean Paul]
Yo yo

[Busta Rhymes]
A Busta Rhymes, listen up

[Sean Paul]
Wah gwaan

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

[Sean Paul]
No doubt

[Busta Rhymes]
Bring dat come rudebwoy

[Sean Paul]
A Dutty Yeah!!!

[Busta Rhymes]
Flipmode check it!!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Sean Paul]
Yo yo yo, A Dutty Yeah

[Busta Rhymes]
Huh!

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

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

Busta Rhymes - Call the Ambulance

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

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

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

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

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

[chorus]

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

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

[chorus]

Busta Rhymes - Gimme Some More

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

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

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

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

Chorus

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

Chorus

Busta Rhymes - Turn Me Up Some

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


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


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



Hook (Chorus)

Busta Rhymes - I Love My Bitch

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Busta Rhymes - Give It To Me

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Chorus 1- Busta Rhymes 2- Mariah Carey]

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

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

[Chorus 1- Busta Rhymes 2- Mariah Carey]

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

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

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

[Chorus 1- Busta Rhymes 2- Mariah Carey]

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

Busta Rhymes - Show Me What You Got

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

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

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

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

CHORUS

Busta Rhymes - As I Come Back

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

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

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

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

[hook 2x]

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

[hook 2x]

Busta Rhymes - Rumble In The Jungle

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aztecs - Нет пути назад (ft. Main Block)

Aztecs
Main Block
Для всех любителей больших денег

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

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

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

Припев:(2 раза)

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

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

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

Aztecs - Быстрая жизнь (ft. G-Maxee)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bruno Mars - Grenade (Official Remix) (feat. Lil′ Wayne)

[Lil Wayne]
And I don’t mind when we fall out
As long as we fall back into it
I hope we never put an end to it
Even though you not that into it
Heaven, have you ever been to it
Cause you look like you never been
You’re more like a Hell’s angel
And for you, I’d rather sin
Broken heart, Love you with a broken heart
For you I’ll jump off Noah’s Ark
Love is blind and hope is dark
But why does pain feel so good
Love is science, live for you
Die for you, and I’ll die smiling

[Bruno Mars]
Easy come, easy go
That’s just how you live, oh
Take, take, take it all,
But you never give
Should of known you was trouble from the first kiss
Had your eyes wide open
Why were they open?
Gave you all I had
And you tossed it in the trash
You tossed it in the trash, you did
To give me all your love is all I ever asked,
Cause what you don’t understand is

[Hook]
I’d catch a grenade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’d jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You know I’d do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, oh
I would go through all this pain,
Take a bullet straight through my brain,
Yes, I would die for ya baby;
But you won’t do the same

No, no, no, no
Black, black, black and blue beat me till I’m numb
Tell the devil I said “hey” when you get back to where you’re from
Mad woman, bad woman,
That’s just what you are, yeah,
You’ll smile in my face then rip the brakes out my car
Gave you all I had
And you tossed it in the trash

You tossed it in the trash, yes you did
To give me all your love is all I ever asked
Cause what you don’t understand is

[Hook]
I’d catch a grenade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’d jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah , yeah)
You know I’d do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, oh
I would go through all this pain,
Take a bullet straight through my brain,
Yes, I would die for ya baby;
But you won’t do the same

If my body was on fire, ooh
You’d watch me burn down in flames
You said you loved me you’re a liar
Cause you never, ever, ever did baby…

But darling I’ll still catch a grenade for ya
Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’d jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You know I’d do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, oh
I would go through all this pain,
Take a bullet straight through my brain,
Yes, I would die for ya baby;
But you won’t do the same.
No, you won’t do the same,
You wouldn’t do the same,
Ooh, you’ll never do the same,
No, no, no, no

Bruno Mars - Our First Time

[Verse 1:]
Girl here we are, in this big old empty room
Staring at ya, who′s gonna make the first move
Been doing our thing for a minute
And now when our hearts are in it
The only place to go, is all the way (ah, hmm)

[Break:]
Is that alrgiht (alright)
Is that okay (okay)
You don′t need to be nervous (no baby)
Cause I, got, you, all, night
Don′t you worry bout a thing babe, just

[Chorus:]
just Go with it, go with it, go with it (I will go real)
slow with it, slow with it
It′s our first time
Go with it, go with it, go with it (I will go real)
slow with it, slow with it
It′s my first time on you, baby
And I wanna make it right for you
(it′s our first time)

[Verse 2:]
Clothes are not required, for what we got planned
Ooo girl you′re my desire, your wish is my demand
Treat you like a princess, oh girl you′re so delicious
Like ice cream on a summer day gonna eat you before you melt away

[Repeat Break]

[Repeat Chorus]

[Bridge:]
We can go slow (we can go slow)
We can go fast (we can go fast)
All you gotta do is ask me girl (ask me girl)
The candles are burning (candles are burning)
Our bodies are yearning (bodies are yearning)
I can′t wait to love you
I′m so ready baby, i′m so ready baby

[Repeat Chorus]

Bruno Mars - Watching Her Move

She got it she looking good
I′m just watching her move

She walks on in with her retros on
Her lips as bright as the sun
Her curves goes every which way
Got skin like porcelien
The way her hair falls down her back
Billy accents her tattoo?
(Are you talking to me?)
Her legs like a supermodel
She worn for them high heel boots

She got every single guy in the club just watching her move
And she dont wanna dance with anyone let her do what she do
She got every single guy in the club just watching her move
And she dont wanna dance with anyone let her do what she do

Just watch her get it
Just watch her move

She pulls me to the side
Tells me she wants to go
I say girl im yours tonight
After this im taking you home
First and for most i dance with you

Get you in the mood
Maybe later baby girl ill show you exactly how I do

She got every single guy in the club just watching her move
And she dont wanna dance with anyone let her do what she do
She got every single guy in the club just watching her move
And she dont wanna dance with anyone let her do what she do

Just watch her get it
Just watch her get it

Good baby
You look good
You sexy
Watch her move
Watch her move

She got every single guy in the club just watching her move
And she dont wanna dance with anyone let her do what she do
She got every single guy in the club just watching her move
And she dont wanna dance with anyone let her do what she do

Just watch her get it
Just watch her get it
Look at her get it
Just watch her
Watch her move

Bruno Mars - When I Was Your Man

Same bed, but it feels just a little bit bigger now
Our song on the radio, but it don′t sound the same
When our friends talk about you all that it does is just tear me down
Cause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name
And it all just sounds like uh, uh, uh

Hmmm too young, too dumb to realize
That I should have bought you flowers and held your hand
Should have gave you all my hours when I had the chance
Take you to every party cause all you wanted to do was dance
Now my baby is dancing, but she′s dancing with another man.

My pride, my ego, my needs and my selfish ways
Caused a good strong woman like you to walk out my life
Now I never, never get to clean up the mess I made
And it hunts me every time I close my eyes
It all just sounds like uh, uh, uh, uh

Too young, too dumb to realize
That I should have bought you flowers and held your hand
Should have gave all my hours when I had the chance
Take you to every party cause all you wanted to do was dance
Now my baby is dancing, but she′s dancing with another man.

Although it hurts I′ll be the first to say that I was wrong
Oh, I know I′m probably much too late
To try and apologize for my mistakes
But I just want you to know
I hope he buys you flowers, I hope he holds your hands
Give you all his hours when he has the chance
Take you to every party cause I remember how much you loved to dance
Do all the things I should have done when I was your man!
Do all the things I should have done when I was your man!

Bruno Mars - Marry You

It′s a beautiful night,
We′re looking for something dumb to do.
Hey baby,
I think I wanna marry you.

Is it the look in your eyes,
Or is it this dancing juice?
Who cares baby,
I think I wanna marry you.

Well I know this little chapel on the boulevard we can go,
No one will know,
Come on girl.
Who cares if we′re trashed got a pocket full of cash we can blow,
Shots of patron,
And it′s on girl.

Don′t say no, no, no, no-no;
Just say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah;
And we′ll go, go, go, go-go.
If you′re ready, like I′m ready.

Cause it′s a beautiful night,
We′re looking for something dumb to do.
Hey baby,
I think I wanna marry you.

Is it the look in your eyes,
Or is it this dancing juice?
Who cares baby,
I think I wanna marry you.

I′ll go get a ring let the choir bells sing like oooh,
So whatcha wanna do?
Let′s just run girl.

If we wake up and you wanna break up that′s cool.
No, I won′t blame you;
It was fun girl.

Don′t say no, no, no, no-no;
Just say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah;
And we′ll go, go, go, go-go.
If you′re ready, like I′m ready.

Cause it′s a beautiful night,
We′re looking for something dumb to do.
Hey baby,
I think I wanna marry you.

Is it the look in your eyes,
Or is it this dancing juice?
Who cares baby,
I think I wanna marry you.

Just say I do,
Tell me right now baby,
Tell me right now baby. [x2]

Cause it′s a beautiful night,
We′re looking for something dumb to do.
Hey baby,
I think I wanna marry you.

Is it the look in your eyes,
Or is it this dancing juice?
Who cares baby,
I think I wanna marry you.

Bruno Mars - Talking To The Moon

I know you′re somewhere out there
Somewhere far away
I want you back
I want you back
My neighbours think
I′m crazy
But they don′t understand
You′re all I have
You′re all I have

[Chorus:]
At night when the stars
light up my room
I sit by myself
Talking to the Moon.
Try to get to You
In hopes you′re on
the other side
Talking to me too.
Or Am I a fool
who sits alone
Talking to the moon?

I′m feeling like
I′m famous
The talk of the town
They say
I′ve gone mad
Yeah
I′ve gone mad
But they don′t know
what I know
Cause when the
sun goes down
someone′s talking back
Yeah
They′re talking back

[Chorus:]
At night when the stars
light up my room
I sit by myself
Talking to the moon.
Try to get to You
In hopes you′re on
the other side
Talking to me too.
Or am I a fool
who sits alone
Talking to the moon?

Ahh...Ahh...Ahh..
Do you ever hear me calling
(Ahh...Ahh..Ahh..)
Ho hou ho ho hou

′Cause every night
I′m talking to the moon

Still try to get to you
In hopes you′re on
the other side
Talking to me too
Or am I a fool
who sits alone
Talking to the moon?

Ohoooo...

I know you′re somewhere out there
Somewhere far away