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Busta Rhymes - Theres Not a Problem My Squad Cant Fix

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

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

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

Chorus: Busta Rhymes

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

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:15:07

Busta Rhymes - To My People

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

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

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

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

Chorus

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

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

Chorus

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:15:07

Busta Rhymes - Party Is Goin On Over Here

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

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

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

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:15:06

Busta Rhymes - Case of The Pta

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

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

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

Huh man

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-conversation-

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:15:06

Busta Rhymes - We Put it Down for Yall

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

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

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

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:15:05

Busta Rhymes - We Got Cha Opin (Part 1)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:15:03

Busta Rhymes - Take it Off (Part 2)

feat. Meka

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

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

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

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

[Chorus]

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

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

[Chorus]

(*skit after the song is over*)

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

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

Trojan Man!

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:15:02

Busta Rhymes - We Got Cha Opin (Part 2)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:15:02

Busta Rhymes - Trains, Planes & Automobiles

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:57

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

[Rampage]:

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

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:57

Busta Rhymes - Keep It Movin′

feat. Dinco, Milo, Charlie Brown

[Intro: Busta Rhymes]

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

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

[Verse 1: Dinco, Milo]

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

KEEP IT MOVIN′ ALONG

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

[Chorus:]

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

[Verse 2: Charlie Brown, Busta Rhymes]

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

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

[Chorus:]

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

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]

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

[Chorus:]

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

[Outro:]

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:55

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

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

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

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

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:54

Busta Rhymes - Turn It Up Fire It Up

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

Yah, yah, yah...

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, hey, hey, yo hey...

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:54

Busta Rhymes - What′ Up

[scratched: "It′s the new!!"]

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

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

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

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

[Chorus]

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:53

Busta Rhymes - Fire It Up (Turn It Up)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHORUS′ 1 and 2

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:52

Busta Rhymes - This is What Happens

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

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

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

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

Chorus

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

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

Chorus

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:52

Busta Rhymes - Take it Off (Part 1)

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHORUS:

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

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

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

CHORUS

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:50

Busta Rhymes - A Trip Out of Town

[Busta Rhymes]
yo, it all began like, bust it
My nigga City bout to bounce on a trip
We met some niggas with alot of things they want em to flip
I told my nigga get the dough and keep the blau on your hip
Travel safe, you know that I′ma hold it down on the strip
Good lookin, word to mother son I give you my wit
But when I get back, I′ma bounce straight to your crib
On the strength, son slid until you to the Greyhound
Wit a burner in the knapsack, headed straight outta town
Now, three days pass I′m still on the strip
Doin hand to hand with twelve collapsible, stashable clips
With little magnets on the side of the clips we planted like a project
When police come we stick the clips in any metal object
Throwin a nigga on the walls and try to search me down
I laugh knowin that my stash′ll never be found
Well anyway, on the third day, son came straight to the strip
Wit a new floss and shiny shoes on the whip
My nigga hit me with the latest, greatest
He told me get inside the whip so I can know just what the up to date is
He said he fuckin wit some Guyanese niggas how ill them niggas is
What kind of dough they get, and how they handle they biz
How they connect with Jamaician niggas who speak American
And how they chains swung a medallion iced out pelicans
And how they stay wit four pounders
And speak American to try to blend in
Like they aint obvious out of towners
Okay, I′ve never heard of workers gettin five G′s pay
For trips that last for only 2-3 day
How these Guyanese niggas be eatin pasta but they love zucchini
Rockin valor tennis suits by Sergio Tecchini
Them type of cats that call you because you can′t call ′em
Rockin baseball fitters with wild animal skins on ′em
How they rock silks and tailor made pants
And get a matching bally shoe for the silk to step in the dance
Washrags hangin from every one of our back pockets
>From every fine wine to champagne them niggas′ll straight cop it
And set up shops in them neighborhoods that was residential
Rock laced whips while the workers′ll floss the latest rentals
How they fuck with arrogant bitches who act pussy
And love to hustle wit niggas and stash coke up in they pussy
After all of that I wanted ones
The way my nigga was talkin so next trip I went to bounce with son
So now we out of town with Guyanese cats
Up in they gates bubbling packages and layin wit gats
Shit was slow until the main fiend was offed
Just like a thief in the night
And spread the word that we was back with the white

[Intermission]
"Ayo why don′t you tell that crackhead to close the fuckin door
and shut the fuck up"
"Yeah man and clean the motherfucking spot up, smell like..."
"Break the fuckin breakdown in the working city... yo go get the plates
and the gym star"
"Yo light that up, lemme hit that, gimme a light, yeah man cut that"
"Fuck this shit"

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, see how we blowin pa
The lookout niggas holdin fort like they was watchtowers
Buggin on how we went through, a half a brick every couple of hours
So on and so on, shit is good and we eatin
First nigga to short a package will catch the most brutal beatin
The whole town, see we now own it
Carryin on and blemishing all in the hearts of the best moments
We stackin cheddar now and shit is all clear
And we was growin as workin niggas wit aspiring ideas
We love to floss and the feeling of pushing chrome shit
But in the grand scheme these niggas′ll love to have they own shit
Now these niggas was really ready to swell up
We decided to separate from them niggas and make our shit develop
Off in to the wilderness of the wicked Husid
We set up shops and watched the games begin
So now we ballin like a motherfucker, money was sick
Gas on the cheddar and these bitches ridin the dick
Fuckin everything from the local McDonald′s bitches with the biggest ass
To attorney bitches that′ll beat a charge fast
We used to takin niggas′ custies and leave they set up on tilt
And watch ′em angrily scheme on the shit that we built
Aint it funny how shit transpire in fact
Not too long after our ride we took the winner′s stash, house was at
Some niggas tried to run a jook with things in they palm
Not a problem so immediately reach for the john
Right away the gun BUST! straight lifted a nigga
How we moved his organs with kickback, shifted a nigga
Wild shots fire, everybody scatter like rats
Leavin nothing but gunpowder and a trail of smoke in these gats
Now we got this faggot nigga blood on our hands
But fuck it, determined to fulfill the best of these plans
Shit was hot but we was nowhere near ready to fall
My son said he shot, but he wasn′t bleeding at all
Word, I started buggin when my nigga said he feel cold
Then I looked up on the right side of his shirt and found a little hole
So as we continue to radically blaze the fifth
Flame the iron, not giving a fuck, y′all niggas wanna rip?
Well we deaded three out of the four niggas who tried to jook
One nigga slid and think he got off the hook
Now let me find out one out of them three niggas we bodied
Was one of them Guyanese niggas who buy drinks up for the party
He was the nigga to flood the table with champagnes
Stupid motherfucker tried to front, we had to leak his brain
Suddenly my nigga fell to the floor
And said his legs feel like them shits aint got no feelins no more
More the actin up the more the shit I felt in my gut
The shit was all over as soon as the director said CUT!

That′s a wrap, good actin motherfuckers, good actin
That′s the shit I′m talkin about
Y′all ready to watch the playback?
Fuck around, that shit′ll be a box office smash motherfuckers

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:41

Busta Rhymes - Betta Stay Up In Your House

[Busta Rhymes]
Yea, I know it′s kinda cold outside
Bring your nasty ass inside
("Eddie you should know better.." - [C. Mayfield])
Play yourself a dark corner motherfucker, yea
("Brother, you know you′re wrong.." - [C. Mayfield])

Come on, can′t stop, won′t stop, rockin′ for you niggas
′Cause I rep the street and Johnnie Cochran for you niggas
And I, got a state gun cockin′ for you niggas
(twenty-one) legal (gun) shots

[Rah Digga]
Poppin′ for you niggas
And I, blow tones, more force than cyclones
Shit is on everytime I catch a Ron Jones
Thug bitch, rock boots and hoops with rhinestones
(Got the) key (to the) city and (run the crime zone)

[Busta Rhymes]
Now come on, take something, shake something, break something
Stop, close your shop, you niggas ain′t sayin′ nothin′
Niggas be frontin′ and knowin′ they ain′t really weighin′ nothin′
Betta (stop) ′fore we (pop) and really (get to sprayin′ something)

[Busta] Flood it up
[Digga] Whip it up
[Busta] Smoke it up
[Digga] Blooded up,
Niggas straight tryin′ to brake, I tell ′em shut it up,
I spit the ill for real, ain′t nothin′ buttered up,
(Flipmode) doin′ it (everybody) love it up

[Chorus]
East coast, what up? West coast, what up?
Midwest, what up? Dirty South, what up?
All my chickenheads, put it in your mouth,
It′s Flipmode, better stay up in your house
All my thugs, what up? Thug bitches, what up?
Street niggas, what up? Stack riches, no doubt
We got the block locked take another route,
It′s Flipmode, better stay up in your house
My niggas HOOK

[Rah Digga]
Dirtiest, wordiest, Jersey it′s wetter than a mile
I stalk like pedophiles, no body get′s saved when I bless the child
Gettin′ (eight) like (snapper) you too fessed to vow

[Busta] Hold up
[Digga] Run on
[Busta] Get up
[Digga] Come on

[Busta Rhymes]
Ahhooo!
And put every single nigga where I′m from on
(Bitches) all in the (spot) go head (and get your) fun on
(Niggas keepin′ it) movin′ (go head) and get your (thug on)

[Rah Digga]
(What on) earth possesed y′all to try a lil′ (drunk) lil′ (high)
Big heads in the sky make (niggas) straight (cry)
Without Mo′ and Dry, take it down (homeboy) got bigger fish to fry
Fuck that (Other nigga) Rush that (sucker nigga)

[Busta Rhymes]
Niggas love the way we sound up on another Digga
(Hot D) but I got another younger brother bigger
(Digga) pass me the Henny so I can take another swigger

[Chorus]

[Rah Digga]
Switch it up like Ak-Nel
Why you hit a dry spell,
Cats like you get no reply on the Skytel
(Hate y′all) Raps like Eminem hate Britney
(Bonafide) MC (Who) fuckin′ with me?

[Busta Rhymes]
Top niggas better give props nigga
(′Fore you get dropped) fuck around and get your shit popped nigga,
Flip-flop niggas, you could (really get your shit mopped)
Or left to lay up in a pit stop nigga

[Digga] Spillin′ it
[Busta] Feelin′ it
[Digga] Killin′ it
[Busta] Come on!

[Rah Digga]
The hardest MC don′t want flex no more
(Make it hot) everytime I rock, rest assured
Shit′ll have that (who could rock) the raw best award, nigga

[Busta] Look it up
[Digga] Cook it up
[Busta] Shook it up
[Digga] Book it up

[Busta Rhymes]
When we (rock) you shouldn′t watch (promoters) nook it up
(Raise the level a little) you know (my niggas) took it up
(In and outta big) figgas while me and (Digga) cook it up

[Chorus]

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:34

Busta Rhymes - Hop

[group speaking in a a different language]

[Intro: Busta Rhymes: (talking)]
See we, we about to take it where
Where it all started
We gonna take em′ back
Busta Rhymes now, Flipmode now
My nigga Fingaz now
Check it, yo

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Uh huh, Busta Bus is back in this bitch, holding the spot
Puttin all the pep all in your step now we controllin the rock (Yeah My Nigga)
See how we comin be loadin the docks
Floatin and simply stockin the goods that we makin you flop (Ay yo)
See now we thicker and we be makin you sicker
Stuck like a bumper sticker from how we be dropping it quicker
For all these niggas that be riding and whippin in their truck (Crash)
And buyin another one and do not be givin a fuck (What!)
Flipmode (Yes) cause we knowin we comin to get it
Gather around all my niggas who that be already to set it (Set it)
Fuckin and just break them off, let the women just shake it off
Got them bouncin to take it off for me, Check it!
Cause i′ve been double dutchin and dosey-do′ in on music way before
A lot of these new niggas could figure then pattend all on my flow
Peep on how we coming to rip it and know we gonna wet ya
And rep for my niggas cause I′m coming to get ya
I said...

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Guess who′s comin?
With brand new fire to satisfy all the people in the street when it drops
(Let′s Go)
Now!
Let me see all the people with me let me see your hand high
let me know you up in the spot (Ay yo I′m sayin)
Everytime we givin you music we give you the kind of music
that makes you bang it loud on your block (C′mon C′mon)
This is to know when I′m comin I′m comin to make you wyle out in the
place that makes you get up and wanna HOP! (Let′s do it)
Go head and HOP!, Go head and HOP!, Go head and HOP!
We past makin them bounce, Go head and HOP!
(C′mon just do it) Go head and HOP baby!

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
Now you know it we comin to kill you niggas for shizzle
Makin these bitches wanna shake it and we just makin them wiggle
Capitalizing off on the music that be we be keepin coming
Have you niggas really spazing and blackend out in their stomach (Hey bebe)
There′s no mistakin you know we makin you bounce
Takin the unforsaken approach the way we be takin out
Scrapin these niggas and breakin their pockets to chase them out
Suddenly call your bitches to see just how they just makin out
Fuck it, we kick the bucket and to continue to stake them out (Ha)
And in back of the crib is where we will be makin out
Puting some shit together make it so you could all attend
Welcoming you and my nigga so we can break your pocket again (Oh Oh)
Niggas flossin and tossin their drinks like they all in the place
And leave the niggas the (?) until they catch one all up in their face (Huh)
Y′all know we′ll spray y′all niggas and know we gonna wet ya
And rep for my niggas cause we comin to get ya
I said...

[Chorus]

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:33

Busta Rhymes - Keepin It Tight

Yeah Flipmode Squad
Yeah their ain′t nothing iller
Busta Rhymes got another killer
Niggas be getting all in playing Cee Lo
We be getting money at casinos
Gamble my money like gambinos
Scarface through like appachino
Now my pockets got muscles like Lou Farigno
Got the hot shit
Big up my nigga Premo
Stack loot with my nigga Dino and Enno (Julio)
Spliff and my other nigga Chico
Uno dos tres quatro cinco (Gimme five)
Count from ten all the way back to zero
Set it off rep. from here to Puerto Rico
Run in the bitches makes me black and Filipino
Trick in the hide or on the niko
Caught the round trip to Santo Domingo
My nigga Spliff criminal like Max Remo
Thug think he loud then show me your hero
Nigga tried to play me on the dealo
Tried to short me couple gram on the D-Low
Thought we didn′t know better oh yeah we know
Stepping them niggas for what its gon be yo
Niggas spend money and fuck a preshow
Your name was shorty who whip in a little Geo
Dare and look niggas get left by the sea show
Lock up a nigga and sabotage the keyhole

[Chorus:]
Alright y′all (Alright)
You know we keepin it tight y′all (Real tight wha)
That′s how we doin it (Ha, that′s how we doin it)
That′s how we doin it (Yeah, that′s how we doin it)
Alright y′all (Alright)
You know we wildin all night y′all (All night y′all)
That′s how we doin it (Ha, that′s how we doin it)
That′s how we doin it (Yeah, that′s how we doin it)

Yo, guess who coming through for dinner (Who)
Busta Rhymes bringing another winner
Coming with another all night thriller (Yo yo)
Shit bang through your bass kicker
Don′t want the hot shit to boil you move quicker
Should′

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:29

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:26

Busta Rhymes - Abandon Ship

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

Intro/Chorus One: repeat 2X

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

Chorus Two:

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

Verse One: Rampage the Last Boy Scout, Busta Rhymes

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

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

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

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

Chorus One
Chorus Two

Verse Two: Rampage, Busta

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chorus One

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:24

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:19

Busta Rhymes - Live it Up

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

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

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

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

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

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:12

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)

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:10

Busta Rhymes - Pass The Courvoisier Part I

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:10

Busta Rhymes - Pass The Courvoisier Part II

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[P. Diddy]
Then shave it off

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[P. Diddy]
I like this

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[P. Diddy]
to spray it down

[Busta Rhymes]
Steamrollin you niggaz

[P. Diddy]
and lay it down

[Busta Rhymes]
Niggaz frontin with they thug image

[P. Diddy]
but we pay them no mind

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

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

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:07

Busta Rhymes - Ante Up

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

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

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

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:05

Ayreon - The Shooting Company Of Captain Frans B. Coco

"It is the 17th century. I am a noble ensign-bearer posing with my guild for the Dutch
master painter, Rembrandt van Rijn, in Amsterdam."

[Mouse, Lana Lane]

I′m standing proud
In this noble crowd
My banner raised high the coat of arms of Amsterdam
To the mystic sky a magic light enchants the land

We′re marching on
The shooting company of Captain Frans B. Cocq

My uniform shines the livery of a high-born man
The Claw-guild signs immortalized by the master′s hand
Light and shade with colors rich and brushwork bold
Night and day with shadows black and amours gold

We′re marching on
The shooting company of Captain Frans B. Cocq

I′m standing proud
In this noble crowd
In our golden age eternalized by the artist′s hand
A glorious page in the history of our tiny land

We′re marching on
Up to the battlefield to where the spirits walk
The shooting company of Captain Frans B. Cocq

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:13:29

Ayreon - Original Hippie′s Amazing Trip

[Hippie]
Hey dude, you′re so uncool
But hey, that′s alright
Like there′s no need to get uptight
My eyes reflect the stars
And a smile lights up my face
We′re on an amazing flight in space

It′s kinda groovy in this world of fantasy
Where no one else can go
Within these boundaries I′m shielded from reality
Without a care or woe

[Egyptian]
Amon-ra, have you come to seal my fate?
In the garden of emotions
Free my ka, how much longer must I wait?
In the garden of emotions

[Hippie]
I roam the universe in cosmic meditation
To find my inner me
I′m getting high on love and spiritual vibrations
To set bad karma free

[Egyptian]
Amon-ra, have you come to seal my fate?
In the garden of emotions
Free my ka, how much longer must I wait?
In the garden of emotions

[Hippie]
Mirror mirror I can see a lonely child, he kinda looks like me
Staring out into infinity
His father lies, his mother cries, his spirit flies up in the skies
Wandering off to another galaxy

[Futureman]
Secret fears we all try to hide
Lie dormant deep inside us
Defy the ghosts of long forgotten days
Here inside the mirror maze

[Hippie]
Mirror mirror I can see an angry boy, oh well I guess he′s me
Rising up to the society
He′s aware that no one cares and life′s unfair so he grows his hair
And takes a trip into eternity

[Futureman]
Secret fears we all try to hide
Lie dormant deep inside us
Defy the ghosts of long forgotten days
Here inside the mirror maze

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:13:29

Ayreon - Back On The Planet Earth

I overheard the elders telling each Other stories about the days when They were young back on
planet earth
I wish to learn the secrets of those Who lived before me so I program my Computer for a flight
to planet earth
Blue skies over the oceans sail on the Wind to the valley below rise high over The hills to
where the wildflowers grow

And I ride ride ride the waves of time Fly fly fly beyond the sky
We′ve abandoned all emotions Whether good or bad up here in this Station far from planet earth
I can′t tell if I′m happy I don′t know if I′m sad but I do know I′d have been at Home back on
planet earth
Black clouds over the debris storm is Raging over the land no life left on this Planet now you
will understand

And I ride ride ride the waves of time Fly fly fly beyond the sky
Blue skies over the oceans sail on the Wind to the valley below rise high over The hills to
where the wildflowers grow

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:13:28

Ayreon - Prologue

[A. The time telepathy experiment]

THIS IS THE VOICE OF MERLIN. LISTEN WELL,
FOR IT CONCERNS YOU. THIS CHRONICLE COMMENCES IN THE YEAR 2084 A.D.
MANKIND HAS VIRTUALLY DESTROYED ITSELF.
IT′S SURVIVAL DEPENDS ON ′THE FINAL EXPERIMENT′.
SCIENTISTS FROM THE 21ST CENTURY HAVE DEVELOPED
A NEW COMPUTERPROGRAM CALLED ′TIME TELEPATHY′.
BY USING THIS TECHNIQUE THEY HAVE SENT VISIONS OF HUMANITIES′
DECLINE BACK IN TIME. THESE TRANSMISSIONS HAVE BEEN RECEIVED BY THE MIND
OF A BLIND MINSTREL WHO LIVES IN 6TH CENTURY GREAT BRITAIN. HIS NAME ....
IS ′AYREON′.

[B. Overture]

[C. Ayreon′s quest]

IT SHALL BE AYREON′S QUEST TO SING OF THESE VISIONS AND THUS WARN THE WORLD
OF ITS IMPENDING DOWNFALL IN ORDER TO CHANGE ITS FUTURE IN A LONG
AND PROSPEROUS ONE. LET US GO BACK TO ′THE DARK AGES′.

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:13:25

Ayreon - Computer Eyes

Lost in a world created by Man
I can′t recall how it all began
Tell me who am I?

Fictional stars in lost Galaxies
Synthetic dreams and false Memories
Is it all a lie?

There is no escape
There is no way out of here
I′m locked in this universe
The real world will disappear
Where fantasy dies
You will see our dreams
Material lies
Materialize
Computer eyes
Computerize

Virtual reality - computer Override
Actual fantasy locked away Inside
Am I no more than a Program
An artificial dream
A river of electrons flowing With the stream
A parallel dimension battle Simulations
Mind over matter brain Stimulation
I don′t know if I exist I think Therefore I am
Without emotions I′m but a Hologram
There′s no escape I′m locked In this universe
Where fantasy dies material Lies
Computer eyes

There is no escape
There is no way out of here
I′m locked in this universe
The real world will disappear
Where fantasy dies
You will see our dreams
Material lies
Materialize
Computer eyes
Computerize

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:13:20

Ayreon - Sleeper Awake

[A. METAMORPHOSIS]

"For the first time during my journey, the Migrator communicates with me. He speaks to me
directly, but without words. The Migrator tells me that my corporeal body inside the
Dream Sequencer has died. While my body will now sleep forever, my conciousness must
awake to eternity that lays before me ... for I am the new Migrator!"

[B. SLEEPER AWAKE]

Atomically into existence
A creator of life was born
This universal migrator
In his celestial form

Astronomical segmentation
A division from which I came
To go forth with a task bestowed me
And seek out new worlds for all

Fly up into the skies
A sea of blue has crossed thine eyes
A quest to save mankind is made
Just one earthly being his soul shall remain

My power of thought calls you
Sleeper...sleeper awake, oh you sleeper
Open your mind hear me sleeper
Sleeper awake, come alive
Our spirits they can never die

Sleeper...sleeper awake, oh you sleeper
Dormant inside, hear me sleeper
Sleeper awake, come alive
Your body is dead not your mind

A cataclysmic end for many
Annihilated Earth to the core
But one soul survives in stasis
A colonists spirit the source

You′re the one not I, the chosen
With visions, a bright new dawn
To cross the starlit systems
A place where new planets are born

Rise up, you must awake
The here and now shall separate
The body frees the soul and mind
Your spirit will join me in time

Sleeper awake there′s a world waiting for you to find!

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:13:13

Ayreon - Tower Of Hope

From the wind-torn ramparts of the Tower of Hope we survey a thousand futures. Release your
dreams from this electric pinnacle. You must have hope...

[hippie]
we′re climbing up the stairs
and hope is flowing through our veins

[futureman]
there′s magic everywhere
we′ve been released of all our chains

[hippie]
we′re taking in the view oceans of blue,
fields of green

[futureman]
I fear this can′t be true
we′re still inside this dream machine

[chorus]
[hippie] I only felt what I wanted to feel
[futureman] I only saw what I wanted to see
[hippie] I′m at the end of my rope
[both] lost in the tower of hope

[hippie]
I see a brand new age
where peace and harmony prevail

[futureman]
but we′re still in this cage
destined to die here if we fail

[chorus & repeat second verse]

[hippie] I only felt what I wanted to feel
[futureman] I only saw what I wanted to see
[hippie] I only went where I wanted to go
[futureman] I only knew what I wanted to know
[both] and we became who we wanted to be
[hippie] I only felt what I wanted to feel
[futureman] I only saw what I wanted to see
[hippie] I′m at the end of my rope
[both] lost in the tower of hope

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:13:12

Ayreon - One Small Step

"It is the 20th century. I am a little boy peacefully asleep. My father comes to wake me
so that I can witness an historic event in the finite story of mankind."

[Edward Reekers, Lana Lane]

On an early summer morning, July ′69
As I dream of the planets
I hear a voice softly whisper: ′son, it is time
It′s happening soon′

It′s a quarter to four now and he carries me down
To our place by the telly
I see lights on in houses all over town
For the man on the Moon

One small step for man
But a giant leap for mankind
The mighty Apollo prevailed
The Eagle has landed

I go back to my warm bed, back to my dreams
But not the one of the planets
I decided this morning I don′t want to be
The man on the Moon

As I lie here in this cold tank, living a dream
I′m the last on the planets
I decided this morning I don′t want to be
The man on Mars

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:13:11

Ayreon - Temple Of The Cat

"It is the 8th century. I am a Mayan girl heading for the Jaguar Temple in Tikal on the
central American continent."

Shine down on me, Sun of the Underworld
Set me free, chase away the night
Proud Jaguar, king of the Mayan Gods
Shining star, light up the sky

And guide me to the Temple of the Cat

Heart-of-Sky, Maker and Hurricane
Mighty eye, harvester of life
We were born solely to speak your name
Bring the dawn, we′ll praise the sky

Here inside the Temple of the Cat

Upon his throne the High priest addressed the crowd
Now carved in stone his holy name
Beads of jade adorn his cotton shroud
His silvery blade on a golden chain

He lies here in the Temple of the Cat, dead
He will rise again from the Temple of the Cat

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:13:08

Ayreon - Computer Reign (Game Over)

AYREON DESCRIBES A DISTANT FUTURE IN WHICH TECHNOLOGY TRIUMPHS OVER PASSION,
AND ′SERVING′ COMPUTERS WILL GRADYALLY GAIN CONTROL OVER MANKIND.

[AYREON:]
I see a future cold as ice
where all the love has gone
I see a race that pays the price
for everything it′s done

I see shadows of giant machines
cast upon the land
I see a world where kings nor queens
but chips are in command

COMPUTER...COMPUTER...COMPUTER...
COMPUTER-REIGN

now the end has just begun
technology has won
and it cannot be undone
there will be nowhere to run
now the damage has been done

GAME OVER! GAME OVER!

I see a game gone out of hand
and memories erased
I see a programmed masterplan
and man will be replaced

I see a planet die in space
and slowly fade away
I see the end of the human race
there has to be a way

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:13:06

Ayreon - Day Fourteen: Pride

Me:
I’ve always been creative, I don’t understand
Aspired to be an artist, not a business man!

Pride:
You need to show your old man you’re in control
To be successful you’d sell your own soul!

Me:
I’ve always been respectable, I don’t understand
I tried to be compassionate, I’m not a ruthless man!

Pride:
You need to show them you’re superior, you lead the field
No one opposes you, all men must yield!

Me:
I’ve always been affectionate, I don’t understand
I really love her, I’m not a heartless man!

Pride:
You have no time for commitments, they get in the way
Get down to business, there’s no time to play!

Reason: You can still change, and right what is wrong
Pride: But can you swallow me, am I too strong?
Reason: You have to get back now, it’s not too late
Pride: It’s not like you to resign to your fate
Reason: Your loved ones are waiting, break out of your cage
Pride: You have the power, give into your rage
Reason: Listen to pride now for once he is right
Pride: Listen to reason, let us be your guide

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:13:05

Ayreon - Day Seven: Hope

Best Friend:
Let me take you back
To the time when we were chasing all the girls
Two maniacs
indulging in the pleasures of this world

So much to see, so much to live for
Questions to answer, places to go
So much to be, so much to care for
Deep down inside I think you know
You are free…come back to me!

Look ahead and see
There are still so many borders we could cross
Just you and me
Making up for all the time that we have lost

Best Friend: So much to see
Me: He may be right
Best Friend: so much to live for
Me: I’ve got to fight
Best Friend: Questions to answer
Me: I will pull through
Best Friend: places to go
Me: take me with you
Best Friend: So much to be
Me: I will not break
Best Friend: so much to care for
Me: I must awake
Best Friend: Deep down inside I think you know
Me: I think I know
Best Friend: You are free
Me: I am free
Best Friend: Come back to me!
Best Friend: Aaaah, aaaah come back to me
Me: There’s no way out, my whole world is black!
Best Friend: Aaaah, aaaah come back to me
Me: I try to shout, something’s holding me back!

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:13:04

Ayreon - Day Three: Pain

Agony:
I am pain
I am real, I’m not a dream
I’m the chain
around your neck as you scream

Surrender now
You can’t beat death at his ruthless game
Make your bow
hang your head in shame

Me: I can’t believe there is no way out…
Agony: You’ll find you are wrong
Me: You fill me with doubt…
Agony: You were never that strong

Agony:
I am pain
I am the wound that never heals
It’s all in vain
No compromise, no deals…

Me: I can’t believe this is the end
Agony: It’s written in stone
Me: Where are my friends?
Agony: You have always been alone!

Rage:
(pain!) we lead, we hide as the pain leaves the rage inside
(motion personified alpha)
being here, welcomed by…a sane mind
a travelled lie

Agony:
I am pain
I am the end, I am your wraith
Nothing remains
I’m the loss of hope and faith

CHORUS : Me and Agony

Rage:
we lead, we hide as the pain leaves the rage inside
(motion personified alpha)
being here, welcomed by…a sane mind
a travelled lie
all the time, I had waited with rage
all the time, I was promised my salvation

Love:
I can’t accept this, we will find a way
Out of this cesspool of doom and dismay
Beyond this dejection there’s beauty and grace
A glorious future we long to embrace

Rage:
(pain!) all the time, I had waited with rage
(motion personified alpha)
all the time, I was promised my salvation

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:12:55

Ayreon - Another Time, Another Space

[hippie]
was this a dream I just had?
I have my doubts
I can′t make out the truth
from the lies here inside
what kind of trip have I been on?
where did I go
I′d like to know just why
did it feel so damn real?

[futureman]
there′s something strange going on
I don′t know why
It′s something I can′t place
an open space, a shrouded face
as if my memory flies
have been erased
and then replaced by lies
false replies, clouded skies

[hippie & futureman (chorus)]
a secret yearning lurks inside
like a dream trying to hide
another time, another space
an empty feeling haunts my brain
a strange void I can′t explain
another time, another space

[roman]
I′ve been relieved of all my pain
I′ve been reborn
a mighty storm has raged
and my fears disappeared

[knight]
I′ve found the grail here within
in a magic dream
I have seen a world
of make belief, of joy and grief!

[chorus all]

Remember forever.....

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:12:53

Britney Spears - Up N Down

Down n′ up n′ down n′ up n′ down n′ up n′ down
Down n′ up n′ down n′ up n′ down n′ up n′ down


I got all tricked out and I came up to this thing
Looking so fiery hot, a twenty out of ten
I saw you watching me watch you on the floor
Hitting me up like "whatchu waiting for?"

It′s alright to say you want it
Get inside my dirty mind
Burns like ice the way I bring it again and again and again all night

The beat just dropped and the room got sexy
You′re watching me like there′s no one else around
I know you want me like kids want candy
So keep watchin′ me go down n′ up n′ down

Down n′ up n′ down n′ up n′ down n′ up n′ down
Down n′ up n′ down n′ up n′ down n′ up n′ down

All of them girls you with are probably hatin′ me
But I don′t care because I know its jealousy
They see me on your lap, they think I′ll give it up
But I ain′t easy, just not afraid to rush

It′s alright to say you want it
Get inside my dirty mind
Burns like ice the way I bring it again and again and again all night

The beat just dropped and the room got sexy

You′re watching me like there′s no one else around
I know you want me like kids want candy
So keep watchin′ m go down n′ up n′ down

Down n′ up n′ down n′ up n′ down n′ up n′ down
Down n′ up n′ down n′ up n′ down n′ up n′ down (Down n′ up n′ down)
Down n′ up n′ down n′ up n′ down n′ up n′ down
Down n′ up n′ down n′ up n′ down n′ up n′ down

I can almost feel my lace
Slippin′ off cause of the bass
I can tell thats what you′re trippin′ on trippin′ on tri-tri-tri-trippin′ on
I can almost feel my lace
Slippin′ off cause of the bass
I can tell thats what you′re trippin′ on trippin′ on tri-tri-tri-trippin′ on

The beat just dropped and the room got sexy
You′re watching me like there′s no one else around
I know you want me like kids want candy
So keep watchin′ me go down n′ up n′ down (Down n′ up n′ down)

The beat just dropped and the room got sexy
You′re watching me like there′s no one else around
I know you want me like kids want candy
So keep watchin′ me go down n′ up n′ down

Down n′ up n′ dow....

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:12:44

Britney Spears - Beautiful (Drop Dead)

Love is a state of grace
Transcending time and space
No other way I can describe
Insanely beautiful
It′s almost mystical
Cause you′re mine
And I can′t believe that I feel
What I feel
Such a strange kind of ′real′
Love is a state of grace
Between you and I

Golden, broken
I didn′t know
One touch could open
My body and soul
And we′ve just begun
Like the moon and sun
We fade to one

Love is a state of grace
Transcending time and space
No other way I can describe
Insanely beautiful
It′s almost mystical

Cause you′re mine
And I can′t believe that I feel
What I feel
Such a strange kind of ′real′
Love is a state of grace
Between you and I

And the way
That we feel
Is a dream
That we know is real
Love is a state of grace
Love is a state of grace

Love is a state of grace
Transcending time and space
No other way I can describe
Insanely beautiful
It′s almost mystical
Cause you′re mine
Love is a state of grace

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:12:42

Britney Spears - Pretty girls (feat. Iggy Azalea)

(Chorus)
All around the world.
Pretty girls.
Wipe the floor with all the boys.
Pour the drinks.
Bring the noise.
(It′s Iggy Iggz)
We′re just so pretty!
All around the world.
Pretty girls.
Jump the line.
To the front.
Do what we like.
Get what we want.
We′re just so pretty.

(Verse 1 - Britney)
Hey.
Don′t you know it′s always the same.
From Australia ′round to LA.
You can betcha where ever the girls go boys follow.
We be keepin′ them up on their toes.
They can laugh but they don′t get the jokes.
Just you watch they′re so predicable.
(some things don′t change).

Girls roll up.
Windows roll down.
Eyes on us.
Jaws on the ground.
Watch them girls.
It′s all so funny.
Like bees to the honey!

(Chorus).

(Verse 2 - Britney)
Tell me.
Is it true that these men are from Mars?
Is that why they actin′ bizarre?
Everytime I walk out of my house it′s like "hey baby".
They don′t see me rolling my eyes.
They′re buzzing around me like flies.
They got one thing on their minds.
(some things don′t change).

(Pre-chorus).

(Chorus).

Bridge - Iggy/Britney ad-libs:
If you ask me I′m killin em softly.
I would spend time with you but that′d cost me.
They pray that Iggy Iggy give ′em one more chance.
But B′s n Iggy wouldn′t even give ′em one more glance.
See it took that line between the beauty and the beast.
Slim waist thick cake.
The whole world want a piece.
Bad girl good would make you lose your mind.
While all the boys beggin′ Britney hit ′em one more time.
Ow! :dies:

What′s up Britney?

(Chorus).

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:12:36

Britney Spears - Trip To Your Heart

Verse 1
For tonight it′s just the two of us
Dim the light now just the two of us
Like how you roll whisper in my ear
Your breath like ghosts that disappear

Pre-chorus 1
Hold me close
Hold me close
Hold me tight now
Need you more
Want you most
Feels so right now
Like how your hands feel me up and down
Like how your touch send me off the ground

Chorus
Spread my wings out in to the dark
I′ll fly away on a trip to your heart
Break these chains that keep us apart
I′ll fly away on a trip to your heart

oooh oooh oooh oooh
ooh ooh ooh ooh
I′ll fly away on a trip to your heart

Verse 2
Baby can′t believe you were sent to me
Like a postcard for my memory
Your body feels like a fantasy
This moment′s all that i can see

Pre-chorus 2
Pull me close
Strip me down
Hold me tight now
Need you more

Want you most
Feels so right now

Like how your hands never let me down
Like how your touch send me off the ground

Chorus
Spread my wings out in to the dark
I′ll fly away on a trip to your heart
Break these chains that keep us apart
I′ll fly away on a trip to your heart

oooh oooh oooh oooh
ooh ooh ooh ooh
I′ll fly away on a trip to your heart


Bridge
Trip to your eyes
Trip to your arms
Trip to your kiss
Trip to your lips
Trip to your tongue
Trip to your voice
Trip to your dark
Trip to your heart

Trip to your head
Trip to your chest
Trip to your breath
Trip to your skin
Trip to your sin
Trip to your touch
Trip to your tears
Trip to your heart

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:12:35

Britney Spears - Anticipating

top down on the strip
Lookin′ in the mirror and i′m checking out my
Lipstick
Girlfriends up in the back we′re out for an all
Night
Feelin′ so crazy cool
Vibe so right, wonder what they′re ready for
Valet baby here′s the keys
We′re about to step inside
Skip all the drinks head to the floor
Makin′ my way in that′s for sure
My body′s takin over and i want some more woah yeah
Yeah

I′ll be anticipating
This is our song they′re playing
I wanna rock with you
You′re feelin this right
Lets do this tonight

Step up baby don′t be shy
I know you′re feelin me cuz you′re giving me the eye
And i don′t wanna play around
Baby watch me move
Check this, let′s make a scene
Dont know why your making me wait any longer, why you wanna make me long for ya
Move it, baby over here
So we can set it off
We can get down to the dj sound
Feelin so good baby all around, yeah
Feelin kinda naughty, come and get me now, whoa, oh
Yea

Chorus

Gotta really let me know if you want me
Gotta turn me on and make me feel sexy
Gotta show me you′ve got everything that i need

Gotta really let me know if you want me
Gotta turn me on and make me feel sexy
Gotta show me you′ve got everything that i need

Chorus

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:12:32

Britney Spears - The Hook Up

I said you wanna hook up
But she don’t wanna hook up
Told her, just go
And then she looked and said she wanna hook up
I really wanna hook up
Told her, let’s go

Baby, I can’t believe everything
Your body makes me wanna do
And the way that you move on the floor
Now I think I’m in love with you
Grab my waist
Wanna get with the rhythm and that move you do
Switch my hips on the floor
Baby slow to keep up with you

Back it up, na
Bump ya ramp, na
Grab my waist, na
Work it out, na
Grab my shoulder
Pick it up, na
Take it lower
To the floor, na

Hook up, baby
We can drop a little somethin’
Ride it, baby
We can do a little somethin’
You know, baby
Let’s hook up a little somethin’

Baby, I can’t believe everything
That I feel when I dance with you
Feel the small of my back to the breath on my neck
To the move you do
Put your body
Gotta get my body up right next to you
Move the party
Gotta rock the party until they’re over you

Back it up, na
Bump ya ramp, na
Grab my waist, na
Work it out, na
Grab my shoulder
Pick it up, na
Take it lower
To the floor, na

Boy, I can’t explain
What you do to me
My whole world has changed
I live in a fantasy
Tonight, I’m in the mood
Please take me by your hand
I wanna get in your groove
So, baby, take me there

Don’t stop
Just get, get on the floor
Butt drops
Hips pop, poppin’ for sure
Who’s got, got it
Get it some more
One time, two time, three time we go

Back it up, na
Bump ya ramp, na
Grab my waist, na
Work it out, na
Grab my shoulder
Pick it up, na
Take it lower
To the floor, na

Back it up, na
Bump ya ramp, na
Grab my waist, na
Work it out, na
Grab my shoulder
Pick it up, na
Take it lower
To the floor, na

Hook up, baby
We can drop a little somethin’
Ride it, baby
We can do a little somethin’
You know, baby
Let’s hook up a little somethin’

Back it up, na
Bump ya ramp, na
Grab my waist, na
Work it out, na
Grab my shoulder
Pick it up, na
Take it lower
To the floor, na

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:12:16

Britney Spears - Perfect Lover

Are we ready
Are we ready ready
Are we ready
Are we ready ready

Ah ah ah ah..
Ah ah ah ah..

My body feels like an inferno
Like im in a race and i′m jumping the hurdle
Come closer we′ll persue it
Baby Just let go we can do it

Baby I′m just hot for taking
Don′t you wanna see my body naked
And I bet you like the way I shake it
And I hope that you can take it

You′re the perfect lover
I′m in love with all the things you do
So suductive when your touch me
I can′t get enough of you
Your the best
Baby You got me obsessed
And I can′t catch my breath
Baby I must confess you got me
Ah Ah Ah
When you come around
Got me so damn high
Can′t come down
Everytime you touch me there
You make me feel so hot

I love it
everything you do is so seductive
You got everything that I want and then some
And I can′t even front so listen
I know what your missing
Better hurry up
Cause time is ticking
Tic Tock Tic Tock
Come and Get me while I′m hot

You′re the perfect lover
I′m in love with all the things you do
So suductive when your touch me
I can′t get enough of you
Your the best
Baby You got me obsessed
And I can′t catch my breath
Baby I must confess you got me
Ah Ah Ah
When you come around
Got me so damn high
Can′t come down
Everytime you touch me there
You make me feel so hot

Give it to my bummper?
Need a chump more that chump?
Man the other ones low?
Let me drive you crazy
All night Cause we got so far to go
Give it to my bummper?
Need a chump more that chump?
Man the other ones low?
Let me drive you crazy
All night Cause we got so far to go

Your the perfect lover
I′m in love with all the things you do
So suductive when your touch me
I can′t get enough of you
Your the best
Baby You got me obsessed
And I can′t catch my breath
Baby I must confess you got me
Ah Ah Ah
When you come around
Got me so damn high
Can′t come down
Everytime you touch me there
You make me feel so hot

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:12:11