Out of sight, out of mind
Out of time to decide
Do we run? Should I hide
For the rest of my life
Can we fly? Do we stay?
We could lose we could fail
And the more minutes take
To make planer, or mistakes
30 minutes, the blink of the night
30 minutes to alter our lifes
30 minutes to make up my mind
30 minutes to finally decide
30 minutes to whisper your name
30 minutes to shelter the blame
30 minutes of bliss, 30 lies
30 minutes to finally decide
Carousels in the sky
That we shape with our eyes
Under shade silhouettes casting
shapes crying rain
Can we fly do I stay
We could lose, we could fail
Either way, options change
chances fail, Trains derail.
30 minutes, the blink of the night
30 minutes to all of our lifes
30 minutes to make up my mind
30 minutes to finally decide
30 minutes to whisper your name
30 minutes to show her the blame
30 minutes of bliss, 30 lies
30 minutes to finally decide
Good afternoon mr. mangini (good afternoon) Yeah, I’ve got ahh.. three problems in my class (mmmhmm) The first one is the dinco d (yeah right) He’s always zoning out, spacing (put him in detention!)
[dinco d] Don’t ring the bell I’m not comin to class Teachers bein preachers how the hell can I pass? First day of school and would zone to the rear With a blind spot view and a one leg chair I asked when what when what when class ends The teacher points at the door: "go be with your friends!" Yup! my rep was in effect to keep in step So I stopped to drop bombs for a check Cause all I learned was when where why what and who And then I asked "do you think this is true? " Out! like a strike that’s three and a number Public education is makin some dumber Further and further away, doin it out of sight In a year the young, teacher should teach right No class for a pupil without a pass but gun Back in to pass but now in ninety-one B-ball wavin pom-poms to cheers Screaming for the team, who asks "where do we go from here? "
Second problem is the c brown (yeah right? ) He’s always playing kazoos (uh-huh) making outrageous noises (right) Ad-libs... what should I do with him? (yo put him in detention too!)
[charlie brown] Welllll, how now brown cow? Make the girls go oooh-ahh-oooh-ahh! School is shaky, sometimes flaky Plenty frustrating, cheesy and cake-y Why? ahh why? ahh Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy... I was never on time Always cuttin, goin to the gym Stem and then I hear it’s him The one, the one, c bro This extra curriculum is beating them down Ask the teachers, to teach me somethin I can use, because they’re teachin me nothin I tried to comply his lies, never dies Insides, so I replied "what about life? the real (the real) Uncut uncensored deal (deal)" I must not go ahh in class I won’t pass, at last for the blast Stop the brainwash, hang out to dry Nonsense I’m convinced it’s lies Truth to the youth is necessary Important? damn! I’d say very March! hut one hut two! C’mon, march! hut three hut four! I’d say just educate yourself Don’t depend on your school for help Read and write, cause it’s, evidence Cause teachers, yo, they be teachin us nonsense
Now last but not least it’s a busta rhymes (yeah I know which one you’re talking about) He’s always talking to the girls, talking in class Starting trouble, throwin spitballs (yeah he’s a hardcore problem, uhh... detention!)
[busta rhymes] Yo!! wake up in the morning to a big fat wow! Gotta get to school, on time anyhow! In school, the brainwash epidemic Gotta hit em back with a rhyme calisthetic Got enough beef with the kids who be switchin Now I’m in school, and yo the teacher starts riffin This and that, and yo it’s all irrelevant As I get older gotta build my own intelligence Teacher, what are you doin Is it my rhymes that you’re really tryin to ruin Back of the class then I come forth The water lies between us, it’s time to cross Me being the younger, him the elder If we were in a war, he thinks I surrender Kids on the block just scramblin ahhh Cause the teacher’s in class just babblin oooh They’re teachin nonsense, teachin total nonsense Then they wonder why we so disobedience Huh, he tried to break my back Huh, I come, like black on the attack Young and the restless, teacher don’t test this If you try to front, you’ll be sure to get this Pow boom bang, straight to the grill Teach the truth yo, relax and chill Pronunciation, vexed I’m pissed Yo my man you better stop teachin us that nonsense Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaahhhhhhhhhhhh There it go like that!
Alright mr. mangini, aahh, what do you suggest that we do About busta rhymes, charlie brown, and dinco d? (those three problems? they’re never gonna amount to anything anyway Throw em all out, expel em)
The flip mode is the squad that controls your set Woo-hah!! got you all in check
We on some outta state shoot like you watch star trek Woo-hah!! got you all in check
You better keep my music bangin till it disconnect Woo-hah!! got you all in check
Architects gettin money let me cash my check Woo-hah!! got you all in check
Verse one: busta rhymes, ol dirty bastard
Busta rhymes up in the place with the oh-dee-bee Busta rhymes you rhyme (dirty) whaaaat? (you rhyme after me) The oh-dee-bee was nominated for a grammy Congratulations bust with your solo elllllll-peeeh!!! Puttin scratches in my lyrics like my name was kid capri Blow up the spot, regardless of your nationality And I’m the dirty dawg can’t uh (nuhzza uhzza nizza uh!) with meeee? ? ? Took mariah on a fantasy!! yo I had a wet dream that I was ------ jody wately Doin wild shzz a nuh ain’t allowed to see But we about to blow up the spot momentarily Woo-hah!! ran stupid all throughout the country And for youse to kill me? that wasn’t meants to be I know it feel good muthafuh want the recipe!! And whose the vigilante, in the place to be The oh-dee-bee Busta rhymes real quality! My top philosophy, is to be the, volunatarily Nuh, that rip your ass for free, ha-hah-hah, hah!
Intro/outro 1/2
Ohh baby I like it ra get with me! Baby it’s frrrrrrreal ecstasy! Yo ev-ery-time I design a flow, you see in 3d Flow listening to me Knock a nuh out, one two three!
Chorus
Interlude: ol dirty bastard
Dibby dabby dibbi dah, then I pass a lot Let me get more hot, represent the spot A mad squad when it comes to the art of rappin I gotta keep your hands clappin When you look at me, the type of guy I be I’m a dirty dancer, making girlies panties move Let them fly so I can blast up the duh Girlies watch sayin "god, stop getting me hot!"
Verse two: busta rhymes, ol dirty bastard
May I talk shhh, yo kill the yappin Word is bond baby, tell me how you look so smashin Now I got your head hurt, you need an aspirin Bashin your head in the wall, time for some action! If you want a small piece well here’s a fraction Of shhh that will bust your head quick, peep the transaction Of how we keep muthafuh constantly crashin They flyin with, think no shifts, now whose the champion? I bring the wicked flow, like the latest fashion Satisfaction baby keep your camera flashin
I was bust in the sperm cells mixed with old gold Funkest mode, ’fore-you-should-list.., some go Played for a wild irish rose Bad uh nuh slam buh with no clothes In the backseat of a ’back sixty-nine oldsmoz Are your soles and toes in the windows? oh my, huh, zzzoom Hey believe me when I say so You’re in need ofarealnigc-ka-ka-ka-crambole
yo. you betta move busta move buster..buster move holler sexy i love you come ova here and fuck me up i love you holler sexy come ova here and fuck me up fuck fuck fuck fuck shitty shitty shit shit shit crap crap crap crap crap fuck it beet it fuck it up damn it fuck it crap shit shit
this is dedicated to all my sexy homies out there. i love you, you have no idea. ~holler~ carly ruben, myz, val carpy, sophie bernstein, lindsey powell, jess powell, taylor powell, jill berman, ashley aruffo, molly cohen, kate silverstein, mara penne, rachel goodman, emily rittenburg, emily fox, elise levyn, bethany broox, WENDY BROWN....-SEXIEST PERSON IN THE WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD, becca odell, paige donondson, courtney fenimore, laura butler, kelly burke, kim kirkpatrick, emma imbriglia, laura erstad & katlyn melvin.......and all my other sexies. holler and fuck me up someday. i love you all soooooo much. you are all so hot and sexy and i want you to know i am always here for you if you wanna...ya know...get a little dirrty. <3
[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
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
Yeah Heh A flipmode y’all (x4) Hah Heh Hahahaha Yo Yo, uh I spits rhymes for thug cats Neighborhood drug rats Hardcore Keep it raw What Niggaz love that Stack the greenbacks And stay steady with the weed sack Spliff star one of the famous foreigners >from east flat-bush Fire arms till you no longer breather black Make it hot Standin on the corner wit the g-pack Look at me Lampin in defiance wit my seats back Got the game to fuck wit ? jane? where you and her sleep at
Verse 2: rah digga
Lyrically inclined And inclined to get lyrical Checkin for residuals Rhymin be the ritual Ill individual Bad habitat Watch my voice battle cats While I’m spittin battle raps On the high horse And I keep my saddle strapped You’d be headin up the river like ’where the paddle at? ’ Got a rhyme overload Rah digga always front ya Leavin niggaz stuck like I was accupuncture
Chorus:
Got niggaz from the hood Thinkin shit all good I’m askin all y’all Watcha come around here fo!!! Got niggaz outta town Tryin to come and be down I’m askin all y’all Watcha come around here fo!!! Got niggaz online Think they fuckin wit mine I’m askin all y’all Watcha come around here fo!!! I’m askin all y’all Watcha come around here fo!!! I’m askin all y’all Watcha come around here fo!!!
Verse 3: baby sham
It makes alot of sense When you see sham in black benz With high friends Pull up the club wit dark tints Never jump out Thats why they lookin dead in my mouth They must have doubts Like who the stars wit no lookouts You’d be amazed and surprised to who would run in your house And tag their names on the stomach of your pregnant spouse I shall leave you wit dat Bib from qb Boys in black And foul attitudes to match
Verse 4: busta rhymes
Yo Now who you be god I be the soul controller I burst gas like the fizz outta your coca cola Live shit like the energy of solar With thug niggaz wit names like bullet head and cobra Street niggaz be feelin the nights gettin cold, the rock Bear skin furs like australian polar Hang up on whack bitches who call the motorolla And smack faggots like you don’t make me have ta show ya
Chorus
Verse 5: rampage
Ramp I’m not talkin son I’m comin out clappin All you whack niggaz be poppin shit y’all niggaz actin Flipmode number 1 squad that make shit happen I’m rippin down shit while y’all other niggaz slackin Money cats is stocked and locked plus I’m stackin Them grimy niggaz rollin with me Them niggaz packin Bust 4 in your face pop 4 in your back and 8 bullets total in all I’m street trackin
Verse 6: rocky marciano
2 for my block like 10 in the mornin Squish your organs like swiss scheese whippin the arm And flava blaze I play the corner Wake up your neighbors wit my tape in order to feel my aura Mauziano I’m like a silver tzar holdin golden Metal & dough I hold my arm swollen On the farm belong for soldiers I control is like they seein moses Fiendin for flows I pose to split you open Layin back rappers for motion picture me slap on my rappin boots
Chorus
Verse 7: lord have mercy
The earth is the globe Where I work my magic like merlin unfold Surface enclosure Life worthless no goals Perfect controls Like ayatola’s turbans and robes From the counties of kings Bails, bounties, pissie lobbies 50 armies Probably bring hell on this earth Legend of dirt Smash ghettos & general’s turf Menace incredible work Land lord blaze him and gave him the dirt Hah
So just knowin that people umm, compare me with with every hot kid that come out and, y′know, the the expressions people give me when I see em in the streets sometime y′know people be lookin at me like I′m a martian like "Yo, it′s the God" y′knowhatI′msayin? But that alone man keep keep me lovin this man, lovin this
[Chorus: Busta - singing] Branded... scorned is the one who raaaan What do you do when your branded? And you know you′re a man. Wherever you go, for the rest of your life You must proooooove, you′re a man
[Verse 1: Busta] See now I′m back wit the force, read about the kid from the front to the back of The Source You see me back on the course Scream on every beat untill my voice get crackled and horse Front seat niggas never sit in the back wit a boss Fuck the fact that it cost, the pricetag of the porche Will cost ya life, have ya motha feel an immaculate loss *Breath* But of course, come and speak to the best And watch me spit a jewel sharper to carve the meat of your flesh You lookin weak in the chest, you see the street is a test Women on the stoop smokin holdin a seed to they breast You see the street is a mess Strugglin holdin a couple pounds of weed then the rest Now I proceed to the rest of my niggas Keepin it fresh, Though we must stay on the grind I supersceded the stress, We always seem to finesse from the East to the West, You Know we w-w-we keep the teflon from the street to the vest Kill that nigga slow like how you get defeated in chess Got you under pressure--hairline receaded effects Hot air niggas I only feel the heat from your breath, Rap niggas beef in they album probably needed the press And as a man I never found the slightest need to impress Another man because I′m proud and I believe that I′m blessed But yo I always found the need to adress these weaker niggas That speak to the street always keepin the people abreast Now you′ve been branded...
Yeah, niggas want to talk shit.. in the muthafucking room I got something for your motherfucking ass...check it out
-rampage verse-
Rampage I’m coming express through your chest In the lex-gs, stop talking bs My watch is still flooded 850 for the budget Im rugged, cats get gutted, rhyme then stab Send their rusty ass friend to the lab You’s a crab, I take mines off the top like fab Hit you with a jab for the 98 Number one in billboard with the triangle shape Flipmode on every mix tape, watch you cats get scrape Rampage alexander the great -1st rampage chorus- What Better run for cover for it’s too late What You know we got it locked way out of state What -rah digga verse- Now whose the chick to come ice the cake Put it through everybody on my licence plate (aight) Ripping mc’s then got a rap chick fiending (fiending) Celine type creaming (creaming) Make them rappers poof like them crackers did keenen Meaning I run that, waiting on mine like I’m the ll comeback Wack rappers crawled out from holes Now you souped cuz you slithered up the todem pole Flipmode squad affiliate of of time-warner Send all you punks back to decorate the corner -second rampage chorus- Better run for cover for it’s too late What You know we got it locked way out of state What -spliff star- Now baby sham take the safety off hold -baby sham verse- There’s alot of fake cats that jump in their mans rolls Come to my show with these fake wallos Turqoise hid invoiced with plans to blow See me backstage with the gauge upholds my pantsleg Hand made suits contracts is in the briefcase Life negotiate so when I split these pies Im sexing your dime Flow for flow batteling rhymes Talking some crime Now I gotta split your time (what what) Get your shit pushed back like these seats recline (yeah)
-repeat second rampage chorus-
-spliff star verse- Sliff star throw on my scully tipping my brim (uh huh) Stand on the street corner scuffing up my timbs Take off my jacket Pack the four fith cause a racket (thats right) Freaky fella Jimmy swaggert (wha) Kill a sucka Brothers had it (ha) Contradiction crucifiction False leadership richard nixon Bouncing and switching the lanes all up in the range Heres a fifty for twenty dollars of gas gimme my change!
-repeat second rampage chorus 2x-
-lord have mercy verse- Hey it’s the worlds famous international Sinner irational (ha) Nigga who dance with wolves (*wolf howl*) Masterful bash skulls Crack axles peel out in black fords (*tire screech*) Splatter brains on dashports Start anthrax wars See’s cast like task force die on a cross (ha) July 4th blow your hands off (blaaoow!) Special delivery Jam cause with ghetto misery when I’m killabrese of canine Last name heard it through the grapevine Killing your blood millineum bug United states divide with hate crimes Roll snake eyes In the concrete jungle of hell While lord have stays super like the son of jor-el
-rampage chorus changed order- What You know we got it locked way out of state What Better run for cover for it’s too late What You know we got it locked way out of state What
-busta rhymes verse- I be the last nigga The quick to bust your ass niggas Do anything in this world to get the cash niggas I might even get mad and even slash niggas Rob them and get away in a car and crash niggas Whats the world gonna do when I drop the smash nigga Iron all in your face don’t make me pull the trigga Another reason for me to have to poor my own swigga Thought I was posing for word up but a fed took my picture Surgeon general I represent the underneath The ask for shit beef The worlds greatest fucking thief Brick layer hardcore smash your front teeth Wilding it straight giving their mother mad grief Rob a nigga strip him down leave him in his briefs Do so much dirt the priest asked me to turn another leaf Made the priest flip change his whole belief Started wildin in the club with them niggas starting beef Act fool
[dinco d] It was a nice sunny day until the heat we fell victim Sex on our minds while I was in her system Girls with them beatiful, fellas the same A freak said "hi" and we all yelled "train!" So we continue on our mission to get some poonanie! The girl we just met is not worth the money! She’s just hot and ready to serve Three cool swell brothers who had the nerve To approach her, throat her, along with the action She said it’s cool making love in this fashion
Trains, planes, and automobiles It’s all in the same it’s how the wheels turn (repeat 2x)
[charlie brown] Engine number one! (yes engine number two? ) Yo tell me what’s the problem! (don’t you think you can solve them? ) Of course I can (I know you can) we know you can! So I prepare to make a dance to prove that I’m the man At first she said "i’m not with the amtrak" Gently I convinced her to lay upon her back All aboard! the brothers coming in, I heard the jigga jigga So let the fun begin She got to ride the shotgun dropping off next stop! On and on, but it still ain’t enough I guess it’s left up to engine number three (to get what? ) what? to get aboard those
Trains, planes, and automobiles It’s all in the same it’s how the wheels turn (repeat 2x)
[busta rhymes] Got on the train and rode the express (yeah rode the express) ? ? ? in the clit of pure bliss Slim trim, that’s what I want to get hitting (some trim) And knock the boots off of the slim thing, where did you get in? >from the jeep counter and that was it She felt against my skin, so once I was ready to begin To blow up the engine (engine) A let my best friends ride on the train (the train!) the train (the train!) The ch-ch-ch-ch-ch train! c’mon, c’mon
[interlude from grandmaster flash’s "superrappin’"] Huh! take the train, take the train, take the train! Huh! take the train, take the train, take the train! It was a party night and every was breaking The eyes was screaming and the bass was shaking And it won’t be long til everybody knows That (milo’s) on the beatbox, knowing that (milo’s) on the beatbox! Knowing that (milo’s) on the beatbox. gooooooooing... And, and, and, and, sha-nah-nah!
Get ’em up, move ’em in, get ’em out, move ’em out! Trains, plane, and automobiles Get ’em up, move ’em in, get ’em out, move ’em out! Trains, plane, and automobiles
[dinco d] As I return on my return trip I had to roll and make this girl flip So I said, "fellas? " (yeah? ) Should I do it like this? (no!) like that? (no!) Then why is she yelling "go dinco go!" Sweating the pain off, letting it drain off Feeling relaxed as my thing went soft Never the measure, this is the pleasure Are you gonna ride again?
[charlie brown] Yo, never! Never I’ll take your advice But let me get off my rock, homeslice Time was just not on my side Hour after hour it was a long ride Thinking how I got in so deep My lolipop shop just would not sleep Rocking the body in and out like a party Screaming and creaming, "come on charlie!" Cause (charlie says!) I love to rock the body (charlie says!) it really rings a bell (charlie says!) I love to rock the house now Yo busta rhymes throw down!
[busta rhymes] The train was worth the long trip I threw the rough rider with the broad hip Plugged it in and broke the backbone Like sea to the salt, yo, players grow Just by adding a little bit of fluid Busta rode endless to the cut is chewing Riding and riding, slipping and sliding The bulletproof board is a ? ? ? combining In the calm invasion of me and you One plus one, it equals two After I did what I had to do Then subtracted me and I jetted on you, honey You, yeah you, baby
[busta rhymes] Uhh, uhh, uhh-uhh, ahh Ahh, ahh, ahh-ahh Do the bus-a-bus Yea, yea Do the bus-a-bus Do the bus-a-bus Do the bus-a-bus, ahh, ahh-ahh Ahh..
What niggaz? we on now, bring in the song now Brand new for niggaz like a baby was born now A lot of corny niggaz y’all been yappin too long now Come inside the spot and all them niggaz is gone now Come on now! probably work in somebody store now Singin my song now, while you moppin the floor now We hit and run shit, I hope you know this is war now Bus’ big balls quickly settle the score now From all the hot shit I got the spot feelin warm now You leather suit niggaz should be rockin velor now Only the live niggaz really belong now Used to be rich niggaz walk around poor now My niggaz! we doin it like never before now Stack cheddar, headlinin national tours now Flipmode squad of niggaz keepin it raw now Bounce while I take y’all niggaz straight to the core now
Chorus: busta rhymes (repeat 2x)
I know just really what you want (all right) come and do the bus-a-bus (all right) come and do the bus-a-bus (all right) let me see y’all do the bus-a-bus
[busta rhymes] (all right) -- hah, jump back in the shit now Push the s-5 with the big body kit now But never stop you know it’s only hit after hit now Gotta spend chips if you want me to spit now A lot of other niggaz really need to just quit now Cause they don’t realize how much they look like a dick now Quick now, y’all niggaz just be makin me sick now Worthless ass niggaz only throwin up bricks now Hoe faggot nigga wanna come around takin my flicks now I only do them things with my flipmode click now We used to be illegal, but you know we legit now I never leave the crib without my glock and my clip now Fuckin with these wild chicks, having a fit now Model bitches be trying to get all in my whip now Ready to flip now, bitches ready to strip now Roll the whip through the traffic and doin the dip now Get a grip nigga and just hope you don’t slip now Flipmode niggaz comin fully equipped now Cheers to all of my niggaz takin a sip now The bus-a-bus take y’all niggaz all on a trip now There is a couple things that we can really explore now Show love, or we can put your face in the floor now Flipmode squad of niggaz keepin it raw now Bounce while I take y’all niggaz straight to the core now
It′s the musical felon, the black John Lennon who keep the gat between the brief and the denim The way the world is headed, I can see how it′s endin′ but I′m gonna get this paper from now to armageddon My mental′s too strict, my squad is too thick, I fucked up and slipped but I quickly caught a grip Since my man put me on, ("Eh-heh.") I took another route I′m wreckin′ shows you know from here to over South Them mothafuckas know exactly talkin′ about Spliff Star, see me on MTV Fuck that! I′m comin′ to gain on Soul Train Now I′m gettin′ paid like that nigga Damon Wayans Fuck that! No more stress on the brain! Fuck that! No more sellin′ cocaine! I′m out there, I′m out there on the radio Catch me in the video doin′ my thing Still smokin′ crucial bang Just came off my P-O ("Yo!") I′m in my basement writin′ ′nough flow That′s right, my fuckin′ brain′s open Got you jealous niggas on the sides slopin′ Smell the weed I′m totin′ It′s stink like skunks, I′m beatin′ down you punks Now shut the fuck up! ("′K up! ′K up! ′K up...")
[Busta Rhymes] "Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo, what the-what the fuck is goin′ on in my shit?! Ayyo, Spliff Star! How the fuck you up in my shit, got your fuckin′ songs on my LP, nigga? Nigga, we know your shit comin′ out in ′98, mothafucka! Have patience! Mawfucka tryin′ to bogart space on my LP..."
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)
-busta rhymes verse- Flipmode word bond Flipmode coming word bond Flipmode here word bond Feel no fear word bond Uh-uh-uh uh-uh Uh-uh-uh uh-uh 1998 hot shit Hitting you off baby you do it like this yo Crazy maybey a nigga look shadey Admire the nigga and let me shine baby Shine my nickel 380 yo it’s all gravy Never play me, follow orders you better obey me Sisco and dance all in the discos Crib show with alot of bitches from here to frisco Yah-yay my nigga or yippe yai yo Met a spanish chick I think her name is santiago The way she blow I never been blowed before Beyond a level where I could’nt take it no more Put it on shorty then I bounce through the backdoor She said hold on baby come here blaze it on the floor Now I finish with that Nigga give me my trap Staking whole lot of money get me before I finish my rap Think your shit don’t stink Drunk crossed eyed nigga Walk crooked still spilling your drink Jam on!
-busta rhymes chorus- Everybody’s on the line outside Make you feel good make you come for the ride Going do it to my people till your’re satisfied Cant do it like this no matter how much you try I know you want to wild out come inside >from the left to the right lets coincide All night flipmode coming open wide Wave your hand up in the air until your hands get tired
-rampage verse- Now I’m on charge The party’s going down at the club mirage Rampage I’m still large Coming in the door with my flipmode squad Vip pass flex on the blast Honey’s in the corner yo I got to think fast Play my game right if I want some ass If I want to spend some cash, moet all night Dont look at me wrong man your pokets ain’t tight I got a rolly that’ll shine all night This is that jam that make you ballers want to fight And all you pretty ladies just wild for the night Put your bottles in the air from your left to your right Its rampage you can call me legendary I drink alize with a little cranberry I clear my throat Got the flyest mink coat I told you before yo I’m going for broke Gebose
-repeat chorus-
-lord have mercy verse- Rotate the club Locate the love Pulsate with the squeeze ass Double g cans fatigue shafts Out your league math Jeeps crash dent like bean bags New york city rub squishy touch and theme tags Not a dollar to loose Man let me hollar at you Never head wobble with fool Tomorrow was cruel to flock on the moon La la bye messaging your crew Travel at high speeds No id God on the move Pardon me duke Nationwide thick base collide The gritty groove, smash fifty-two And levitate your side Who want it? Your back weak running like athletes Get on it Huh blaze the streets with no warning Andale andale my people move for the montary Jack cheese collapse streets now put the john away Put the john away, put the john away
-repeat chorus 2x-
-busta rhymes- Yeah flipmode raw deluxe hot shit 1998 1999 year 2000 Say what lord have mercy Say what rampage the last nigga Say what busta rhymes the lyrical Say what say what say what
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 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
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
Verse 1: crackerjacks I got the adibles De-deing-zak-zeek-zo goods to eat What to the manilla on your paper It’s the rattle with the crackerjack caper Now who’s said that I was all for my own Not did a flesson-flit to brontosaurus on Here goes the adible eats cos I eat sweets Not stakes summits I got styles Styles! Get it honney tell inning to winning Run miles and miles to the speaker Super-propelicker it’s the sound of the zeekers
Oh!
Verse 2: gollie g Gollie g bumblebee ring around the rosie A quacka full of hosie the hip hop scooby doo why Whatch the jar drop let the sunset stop Bang! Was my friend to the end Chukie was a lucky so here’s your end friend I sets the show ain’t brocoli and rice The newer to the new not the old spice Mind over matter it’s got a true-school-blue Betty cracker made it better Poindex the flex to track by busta With a little bit of sore from the crackerjack store Still at will For field up the skill for the jill by the jack Misguided mojo swing low string Sing along as I bring along with the song Sedated by the maid, meenie mi mo Yo, gotta go, gotta gotta go so! On and off but the ending yet stick around Cos the zeeko gots the sound
Chorus 1: Jeepers, creepers, it’s the sound of the zeekers x2
Verse 3: sha-now Neverlettheysaid I like a tracks Leaders of the new school want the first path Flow with this groovy track Welcome to sound of the zeekers Just not get trap taste this lyrical bliss To the brain sha-now here there’s no shame In my game let me be your remedy man I can hit your ears with the words that I share So Taste this feel forenow I made the grave A rumpely sound that you have to obey Sha-now in tropical later or here on the scene Sounds of the zeekers just not a dream
Verse 4: rumpletilkinz I’m drizzy on may I’m be on the ill tate I’m simply teaching I representing tripulate Down the negative add the positive Pass me why that’s my polarity I just ghetto, look ghetto, came from the ghetto But now I got elevel with the flow I riding from the bottom go straight to the top When I’m only in graping on the hip hop pop I’m crossing the line heading for the border Feel a quite thirsty, need a cup of water Toilet in grandplans they like sub treplets 90’s are the year of the rumpeltilskinz Take it all witches in throw’em in ditches If you front to this you just kit stitches Down with the rumpeltil and I love the redskinz Should I begin trancept by friends Geronimo not the animal I dance canibal On the dance floor I willing and able to freak Any zeek and I’m out
Verse 5: kallie weed Now this is kallie weed pum the version
But then it’s want to me want to no understand (bow, bow!) And when me come about it dance me understand lumpting (bow, bow!) It want to the move now is I’m moving on bottom (bow, bow!) De inna de dance with lons (bow, bow!) Then bu-bum you janord and northest (bow, bow!) North east south and west everybody move unploress (bow, bow!) Inna de 90’s hit aye aye (aye aye, aye aye)
Chorus 2: Fim fi fo fum, let all the zeekers in the dance Fim fi fo fum, charlie brown make the dance around
Verse 6: charlie brown Zipiddy dooh doh zipeddy dah, ow! That’s only one charlie brown zeeker of the speaker Much getting louder lunchtime all out with the chines [peanut’s teacher speaking] ow! Crackerjacks taking your back Airer like a track now relaters react Come in to flow, come in to flow Better vacation never the less kick pick stick Jump the pump grass, nooooow No bizz like showbizz, brown there is! Babble vibrate the ground got speakers Ow, ow, zeekers!
Verse 7: dinco d L - o - n - s! Zeeker with zest zen jive as crazy Minds combine elevating the maze Of a cartible character scripture of a picture Picture mister d - I - n - c - o! Be a fool but speaker with average Ever number one but ain’t not it’s rattle game So I zone and zones of I been A special with sounds so ill I be witness See like zack the lego maniac You ask what’s that? I said bring it back
Verse 8: cut-monitor milo I got short dreadlocks and right pad seekers! Illing on this track call sound of the zeekers! Before I cut low miss this go-ne Doing all the merger a fiss in a bledger See I don’t ride wolves cos I know be faking Don’t eat bacon cos that’s for saking My heavy-digits stay ultra maked No need to play hot cos I can’t be frozen Just take this as a mailpress token How many pennies do you need to laces? How do you know when you have a six cents Peem peem peem! it’s the sound of my beeper And the name of this track it’s sound of the zeekers
Verse 9: busta rhymes I love the feminine fats when they go (hah, hah) To the hitty-bitty bust then show (hah, hah) Babe babe doll, babe babe babe doll Showing you busta rhymes will never fall Everybody in the house have you zeeking make some noise (aahhhh yeah yeah yeah!) people that we recoging Beam back that sound from the blooming (hah, hah) That beatiful sound I’m loving (hah, hah) You find a move riding to the show bizz Come to speak, what? in the lab of noizes So back off your bats and your creatures React sit back and listen to the sound of the zeekers!
Yea.. aiyyo Uncle Pat, turn up the beat just a lil′ more for me bruh Yea.. [imitating the beat] This sound like Frankenstein′s baby, yea
[Verse One] Busta Rhymes! You know we live and in color (color) Shit butter hot, but just a little mo′ gutter (gutter) Smash shit regularly, word to my mother Show love for the bitches and put it down for my brudda (brudda) Hot butter funk make it rain, close the shutter - violate Catch it from one of my bitches, boxcutter (cutter) Ahh, articulate! Feels so great that I can bless my niggaz with shit they appreciate (′ciate) No jive y′all niggaz can take a nosedive Shit so live bitches wanna give me a high five (five) UNGHHH! Fuck it, it is a must we hold grands Get with the program and fuck bitches who love to hold (hands) Foul shit, way out of order Fuck shit up leave bitches hot and sweaty drippin buckets of water (water) Disorderly conduct, will erupt When the live shit come on niggaz do what they wanna (wanna) Aight bitches, now show yo′ asses
[Chorus] The shit we droppin be sure to get y′all movin (get the fuck up) We keep it poppin, feel how gangsta the loop is (we keep it boppin) (we keep it gangsta muh′fucka) And it ain′t no stoppin the way that we gon′ do this Now what you want me to say? Say you ain′t fuckin with me-ahhhhhhh (what the fuck, c′mon)
[Verse Two] Huh, you see I got so much new hot shit stored Got you givin me an award, floored a couple on the come up Stretched a few, put ′em flat on they back And laid ′em stiffer than a board, the way I make my niggaz applaud My price tag, just to show up the shit Might be somethin you can′t afford Make you say the Lord is my shepherd, how...
Bring one mc, two mc, three mc. Send any mc’s. it doesn’t matter to me. Sterp up like a thief in the night. No wins and I begin. my third eye is bright. Here to shine. light skies the limit on d.l. Who fell, yeah time will tell. The leaders of the new. The #1 crew blunts and brew for the hip-hop school. Girls got my picture posters, pin-ups. Wanna skin up (big up, big up). It’s a race against the clock, and I can’t stop countdown, Hear the sound see boogie brown.. (uptown saturday night) 125 we arrive so live from new york, Word life. you know I can kick it. At my show on the down low, you’re sellin’ wolf-tickets. Ha ha, the trigger I’m tryin’ to tell ya. Now my nigga, I’m getting larger and bigger the factor Here to cockalak! a crack that back like a chiropractor Just the collective my perspective to be Effective is the main objective. (warriors come out andЎ) props me say me nots. Any violations won’t be tolerated. Let’s not debate it if you hate it, ’cause I made it. The loot, the boob tube, all that shit included, In a matter of seconds you will be excluded. Checka check it out. East coast stomp in action for rich or for poor. We created the fashion left (foot), Right (foot), stomp (stomp). Leaders of the new school do the east coast stomp.
Well it’s a quarter Quarter. quarter. quarter. Quarter to cutthroat. A quarter. quarter. quarter. quarter. Quarter to cutthroat.
Verse 2: dinco d.
It’s the power of importance making people act as is compare fair. From here to there, fair seems a little quiz So question what I conquer as kruger kills a kid My friends got caught with luger so now he does the bid Bring ’em in, bring em in See the clock on the wall with one eye open. Scarface to brawl to panic seized quarter cut. Squeezed to ten gave quarter back five with a minute to win, Then plenty a many men With any if any trend came rename fame shame To backspin speakin’ spic spans off spills of crack bins So get your action. right locating jaws draw. Bite mars is mourned warned rating. Torn wound a sprite bright light the mics. Mix vega a quarter woters. What you get when you’re broke, becomes bodega bothering, sobering Ting-a-ling-a-ling (ding). Right on to milo on the dot.
Verse 3: milo
You want strength, what strength. What you really want strength. Milo in the dance is on chee. Lippie l.o.n.s. lenght. now ’nuff respect to the sekel set. Seeking section for recovery. D me a beg uni. Don’t bother me. "why, oohЎ±. Because I and I am the one they call De pum pum docter no bother. Get vex because I og check your daughter. Ideal punnie make the I feel better. Me naw. want to put me wood in the wall of fire. One step, two step. make you reach little high. You askin’ why oh why you have to make it bad so why oh. Inna me carkey suit and thing. love is all I bring inna the party. Party respect to yardie it’s a rude, boy. Type inna everybody. white, black, to chinie pass the heini, onset offset. No prisoners at war a quarter to cutthroat is the new school law. You better be in by sundown. Sending death threats from miles around. Busta bust down with the surround sound. Tic tac tic. ready to pickins hip-hop easy listning. Time to take order ’cause it’s a quarter to cut. What, what you can’t front.
Chorus
Verse 4: busta rhymes
No more lucky charms for the malpractice tactics. Fiasco, fiskell, siskel and ebert. Criticism, devilish exorcism. I strive to destroy and kill all inconsiderate organisms. Time will only last for the ones who bust that ass. All gridlock thinking. you better think fast, quick! Because I’m riffling down the stifling, Trifling sound who’s killing who, times killing you. Stupid. you need to sweat yourself. don’t sweat nobody else. I got my own perspiration check the conversation. Minutes away, your ass is through dealing. Ha, smack yourself and find exactly your feeling. It’s detrimental and essensial that I chemistry thoroughly In my dimensional dungeon residential vicinity. Wack germs. you’re like a cureless growing disease. Go and suck the clitoris of a trichamonis. discharge cheese. Ha, ease. ha, substract counteract enemies, ha. Carrying on while I be ripping and shredding Getter fierce gotta pierce the wack to stop the germs spreading. Before you striked, you caught a stroke. Now you’re half-dead nigga, Ў®cause it’s a quarter to cutthroat
Quarter to cutthroat !!!!!!!! Quarter to cutthroat !!!!!!!! Quarter to cutthroat !!!!!!!! Quarter to cutthroat !!!!!!!! Quarter to cutthroat !!!!!!!! (fading)
We Can Take It Outside Busta Rhymes (When Disasters Strike)
[Verse 1:]
I′m a natural born killa that′s born to rise Flipmode is the squad so it′s no surprise Niggas want to advertise about how we get down You fuck around leave your body in the lost and found How you like me now? We got the industry on lock The world is on shock I′m a take a piece of the rock Yo, you feel it in the heart when we took you to the park Midnight after dark, I′m the raider of the lost ark (ark echo′s) Now na na na na na na, nana nah Super size, super size, right before your eyes I bring in treats like giant sweet potato pies Wise, sword shift and I spit on flies Killing all the tips from studio spies Head to bed, beddie bye, beddie bye Don′t ask why, we′ll take your ass to paradise Flipmode′s the squad don′t rest, don′t try Peace to my people in the friendly sky Peace to my outer space ties I′m in leather like the ladies Bigger than crack in the 80′s (80′s echo′s) Drive the buggy I Mercedes Blow up like C-4 Got so much to live for Can′t play the game no more Pick up the cain no more Brothers ain′t the same no more Try to sweat me, what am I aiming for Get yourself caught up Faggot ass tore up In the worst way, the only way you can stop me is cock your glock and shot me Drop me, pop me, make sure you that you got me Cause anytime I live I′m comin back to find you poppy
[Chorus:]
What y′all niggas wanna do? Yo we can take it outside Ya′ll niggas want something? Yo we can take it outside What y′all niggas wanna do? Yo we can take it outside Ya′ll niggas want something? Yo we can take it outside
[Verse 2:]
Push up in the hot rod, alley cats a rah rah All my flipmode in the backseats with chrome nods Hear to bust mine Nigga frat child let his brain fry Pretty boy sliced up philly contact from his red eye You failed to realize when you macks me you drop the plastic Run up in your crib, now you heat me from the mattress My crew expanded, QB is where we landed Yellow strip you crossed it Now I′m forcing you to drink this champotion Show me were loaded The desert eagle hear it cockin′ Lovin my doggie While we shinin′ continue flossin Steppin on toes I crush the whole shoe Pronto like Cru till I′m Triumphant like Wu The shit you talkin crazy like niggas turnin in their hand guns I be burnin mc′s like betty grandson Smokin grey poupon boy Two lines, I chew rhymes and make niggas fall like they was futons All day outsiders, this squad be flipmode We get a dick rode a whole shitload
[Chorus]
[Verse Three:]
We the official g-u-rilla to lead militias Stack peelin, americana Spit sentences like one of missy wanna′s Reminisce the promise Bring drama like Nicaragua Fatigues march, army leaders, they count crooked drug dollars And sip fresh squeezed milk from the titties of llamas Leave cities in carnage Prettiest farmers that pour whisky at harvest and hold 16 guananas Maintain, maintain, maintain I pray like Gussalini Zion fists Try on this, you can′t see me like vagina lips Smugglin diamond chips, bubblin anonymous The dominant will resource and count script crews and world wars (world wars echo′s) Yo, you better practice what you preach, I got 7 MC′s And 10 g′s, I′ll show each Never interfere and shit, souvenirs for your ears and shit Clear poetry like William Shakespeare and shit Word is bond checkin me out Hey what you talkin about You lost and walkin about Niggas got beef they want to say and start talkin it out Hey, oh my god, y′all nigga be buggin me out Wish they could lay me down and have the police start chalkin me out Now I zoom in on you and my niggas start stalkin you out Chuck down that bullshit that you be callin about This one′s for my people and my niggas up North The ruler shit dynasty but Flipmode finally come fourth Exports and imports hittin you with flavors of all sorts My squad comin through, chop off your ear
Flipmode motherfuckas Flipmode motherfuckas What the fuck you want What the fuck nigga What you want What the fuck nigga (We gon hit it down like this nigga what) Check it out I be Testing your fate and wrecking your face Invading your space And watch the tables turn like you′re trading a place I pull stunts like evil kadeival Me and my people fly like an eagle And blow your entire cathingil Hurry hurry Don′t worry worry Hit y′all with a flurry flurry of jazz Leaving y′all niggas blurry blurry Brew up some shit like I′m cooking for y′all When I′m done then I come looking for y′all (Huh huh hold up hold up) Federal cases cause nuff bodies end up in medical places In they blood finding them chemical traces Leaving special investigators going through skeptical phases While we getting money the decimal changes I was a seven-day affentice apprentice Now I strike with a vengeance Blowing the door right up off of the hinges This be that put you out of your misery song And make you ask your man is this the joint he dissing me on That′s when I ask Chorus: What the fuck nigga what you want What the fuck nigga what you want What the fuck nigga what you want What the fuck nigga what you want What the fuck nigga what you want What the fuck nigga what you want What the fuck nigga what you want What the fuck nigga what you want What the fuck nigga what you want What the fuck nigga what you want What the fuck nigga Moving your muscle and doing the hustle See nowadays we getting money like rustle Who really wanna tussle Challenge the super saber in a nigga Blast the challenger way out of space like Galica nigga Battle star Galactica cross my diameter nigga Derange your whole circular shape into triangular nigga Yo So what it was my fault That I had to bring this shit to a screaming halt What you need to do is open up the vault That′s why I make sure that my vest will be on So when I blast you and your additional stress will be gone Then I sprinkle just a little bit of salt on your plans And watch your shit shrivel up right in the palm of my hands I ain′t afraid of ya But I thank all of my niggas for saving ya I was about to take you back To when your mother was making ya Clapping you up Slapping you up Trapping you up Holding you hostage Duck taping and Saran wrapping you up Yo First she was sober I smell aroma Put you in a Trans And slip into an irreversible coma Fuck y′all cubic zirconium niggas it′s over Closing in on all y′all niggas While we′re moving in a little closer Then I evaluate and elaborate Confiscate your shit and dare your ass to retaliate That′s when I ask Chorus (2x)
(busta rhymes) Catching my fever Rob the passanger, the last griever You don’t lone my squad? Fuck ya’ll, we don’t love your ass neither Way off the meter
(rampage) Yo bus, me and spliff, we got heaters Everything’s allright, lets get drink up inside of cheetah’s Go up in cheetah’s...
(spliff star) ... and see this motherfucker named peter Tried to stick me for five bricks but his broads the schemer
(rah digga) Word is bond, I murder any bitch that fuck with my niggas
(rampage) Blow a hole up in your body, straight dismantle your figure
(busta rhymes) A’yo where rah digga?
(rah digga) Scopin out the little blaze chicken Bitch stay trickin’ Fuckin with my niggas, gonna get her face kicked in
(busta rhymes) A’yo spliff, what you starting at? Them bitches over there Or them bitches over there Or them bitches right here?
(spliff star) Nah, that nigga on line Motherfucker still drunk off’a bacardi and lime
(baby sham) Spliff, I feel this way If it’s for my squad, let’s play Back him ’gainst the door Patch his body with gauze Mop up the floors Splatter nigga’s blood on the walls
(spliff star) Bust that nigga’s shit Make the nigga suffer for yours
Busta: and if they run up in your crib again I got your back Sham: always keep the heat on me son I got your back Ramp: i’ma hold you down until I die I got your back Digga: and if you ever need stacks, yo I got your back Spliff: if I kill him and get knocked I got your back Busta: and if your bail is a hundred g’s I got your back Ramp: any nigga try to set you up I got your back Spliff: yo let me set this shit off first, what!? I got your back
(spliff star) Fuck waiting Bash his face for a statement Cock the stainless Make his whole chest cave in
(busta rhymes) Ooh, shit is changing My whole adreneline is racing Blow this nigga shit like horror flicks Wes craven
(baby sham) A’yo bus, spliff, chill (fuck you talkin’ bout? ) Don’t do that nigga nothing (fuck that!) Blow that nigga’s family up just for fronting
(spliff star) Yo where the bitch that was with the nigga?
(rah digga) Caught her with the left Choked her by the halter, bitch bloody to death Then the ho starts crying ’bout her hair and nails Gettin’ stomped with the shells...
(rampage) ...i heard the bitch-nigga yell Caught peter, man, by the speaker Looked me in the eye and didn’t even know I was his brother’s keeper Slap the nigga, through him in the sleeper
(spliff star) Deeper and deeper Nigga’s vision start to black out, straight grim reaper Still lookin for that nigga peter
(baby sham) Chill, let’s bounce Spliff is high on ’bout a half an ounce If he’s hiding, we gon’ find him on the eye of a needle
(rah digga) Yeah that’s the shit I’m talking bout Let’s go fuck with his peoples Nigga got a sister?
(busta rhymes) Yeah, she work up in kids world I don’t know for sure, but I think the nigga live with is girl
(spliff star) There the nigga goes, let’s hit him with the 4-5 chrome
(baby sham) Chill spliff, we gon’ trail this nigga’s bitch ass home Rush the crib
(rah digga) Kill the bitch while she ain’t even looking Still all fucked up from the last ass-whuppin Chop the bitch up
(baby sham) Caught up in this foul mix-up Tore wide open, bitch’ll need a major stitch-up Dig a ditch up where no blood-hound’ll sniff up
(busta rhymes) Yo, bury that bitch, don’t leave a scent for dogs to pick up
(rampage) Oh shit, yo I hear somebody coming >from the upstairs bathroom where I hear the water running
(spliff star) Fuck that! there the motherfucker go right there I want a morgue for him, make that nigga’s crew pall-bear Yo let me lift him
(rah digga) Wait, before that, let me go kiss him
(spliff star) Put five in his head and wrap him in the bedspread Fled from the scenery without nobody seeing me
(busta rhymes) My squad sworn to secrecy If anybody ask about him we ain’t seen him recently I got your back
Busta: any nigga ever try to front I got your back Sham: and if you ever need my burner son I got your back Ramp: a’yo I hit you with my last, god I got your back Digga: any bitch step outta place I got your back Spliff: and if I gotta co-defend you I got your back Busta: let me snuff that nigga talking shit I got your back Shame: I go against the world for my squad I got your back
Too much on my mind, just too much on my mind (repeat 4x)
[charlie brown] My mind, ready to go, it’s time I gotta gotta know, where I’m going in l-i-f-e A constant headache for charlie b But I take an asprin and sleep For a bit, then I dream about making more hits Wake up, it’s not funny The rent is due and I don’t got the money The landlord says "get out" Sorry to hear that, no doubt I work for a jerk that can’t understand Pride and soul cause I’m a man Minimum wage in the age of the future Move too slow, damn, it might shoot ya Make fools out of me and you I sit relax and just continue To (to) think (think) that there is Just too much on my mind
Too much on my mind, just too much on my mind (repeat 2x)
[dinco d] Got up this morning (too much) Still sleepy and yawning (too much) My stomach is growling (too much) The bus is crowding (too much) I told my boss I’m getting paid (too less) So I quit, and sit with my last check I go to the mall and can’t get fresh For 99 dollars and 95 cents Plus, I don’t want to hear it There’s too much on my mind and I can hear it Calling for the d-i-n-c-o Here comes my girl, wait, I gotta go Nah, I’m not running, I’ll just say no And go and tell my homeboy jerell He can’t spell but he knows, relief (he can’t spell but he knows relief)
Too much on my mind, just too much on my mind (repeat 4x)
The mind is more delicate, more action than a predicate You think of things that are never thought of and then settle it
Do this (do that) go here (go there) It’s too much on my mind
The mind is more delicate, more action than a predicate You think of things that are never thought of and then settle it
No money (no job) no home (no life) It’s too much on my mind
Too much on my mind, just too much on my mind (repeat 4x)
[busta rhymes] Aw baby, what a feeling, what a way to feel when you’re down and beat You’re all by yourself in a little corner, no one to help you Yo, it’s like this, you know sometimes you gotta stand up strong for self Do the little things on your own Strive hard, strive for perfection And I’m a tell you one thing Leaders of the new school, definitely gonna rule things >from our beginning time, till forever, peace
[Busta Rhymes] Yeah.. back by popular demand, it′s about to get Godly Yeah.. hold it now! AO C′mon, c′mon (c′mon).. yeah Huh.. c′mon, c′mon (c′mon).. yeah Huh!
Bear witness on the way we stay cuttin ′em down In two-thousand-two, shuttin ′em down Have you sippin on it ′til you start suckin it down I hope you know that we ain′t FUCKIN around Niggaz you betta BELIEVE when you see me the shit be double trouble I overLOAD and take this SHIT to another level I shut it down, sho′ nuff, pack ya bags Let me work, make it hurt, cause I′m next wreck Lay flat nigga hit the deck, or face big DISrespect In addition the SHIT we wreck Firework flow, spit and make a BIG effect Bang it in the truck until ya whole SHIT eject, c′mon Stop nigga, close ya shop SCUD missile launched fire burn quick, every SHIT we drop From the GROUND with another sound yes we put it down and always BOOM and pound, so we shut ′em down
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes (Pete Rock)] I shut ′em down (shut ′em down, shut shut shut ′em down) I shut ′em down (sh-sh, sh-sh, shut shut ′em down) I shut ′em down (shut ′em down, shut shut shut ′em down) I shut ′em down (shut ′em, sh-shut, shut shut ′em down) I shut ′em down (shut ′em down, shut-sh-shut ′em down) I shut ′em down (sh-sh, sh-sh, shut shut ′em down) I shut ′em down (shut ′em down, shut shut shut ′em down) I shut ′em down (shut ′em down, shut shut ′em down)
[Busta Rhymes] Hah! One two three four five six seven eight nine Comin THROUGH, betta tuck in ya shine Once ya lookin for the HEAT, if ya seek it will find I had these devils wat
[Busta Rhymes] 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
I′m a natural born killa that′s born to rise Flipmode is the squad so it′s no surprise Niggas want to advertise about how we get down You fuck around leave your body in the lost and found How you like me now? We got the industry on lock The world is on shock I′m a take a piece of the rock Yo, you feel it in the heart when we took you to the park Midnight after dark, I′m the raider of the lost ark (ark echo′s) Now na na na na na na, nana nah Super size, super size, right before your eyes I bring in treats like giant sweet potato pies Wise, sword shift and I spit on flies Killing all the tips from studio spies Head to bed, beddie bye, beddie bye Don′t ask why, we′ll take your ass to paradise Flipmode′s the squad don′t rest, don′t try Peace to my people in the friendly sky Peace to my outer space ties I′m in leather like the ladies Bigger than crack in the 80′s (80′s echo′s) Drive the buggy I Mercedes Blow up like C-4 Got so much to live for Can′t play the game no more Pick up the cain no more Brothers ain′t the same no more Try to sweat me, what am I aiming for Get yourself caught up Faggot ass tore up In the worst way, the only way you can stop me is cock your glock and shot me Drop me, pop me, make sure you that you got me Cause anytime I live I′m comin back to find you poppy
Chorus:
What y′all niggas wanna do? Yo we can take it outside Ya′ll niggas want something? Yo we can take it outside What y′all niggas wanna do? Yo we can take it outside Ya′ll niggas want something? Yo we can take it outside
Verse 2:
Push up in the hot rod, alley cats a rah rah All my flipmode in the backseats with chrome nods Hear to bust mine Nigga frat child let his brain fry Pretty boy sliced up philly contact from his red eye You failed to realize when you macks me you drop the plastic Run up in your crib, now you heat me from the mattress My crew expanded, QB is where we landed Yellow strip you crossed it Now I′m forcing you to drink this champotion Show me were loaded The desert eagle hear it cockin′ Lovin my doggie While we shinin′ continue flossin Steppin on toes I crush the whole shoe Pronto like Cru till I′m Triumphant like Wu The shit you talkin crazy like niggas turnin in their hand guns I be burnin mc′s like betty grandson Smokin grey poupon boy Two lines, I chew rhymes and make niggas fall like they was futons All day outsiders, this squad be flipmode We get a dick rode a whole shitload
Chorus
Verse Three:
We the official g-u-rilla to lead militias Stack peelin, americana Spit sentences like one of missy wanna′s Reminisce the promise Bring drama like Nicaragua Fatigues march, army leaders, they count crooked drug dollars And sip fresh squeezed milk from the titties of llamas Leave cities in carnage Prettiest farmers that pour whisky at harvest and hold 16 guananas Maintain, maintain, maintain I pray like Gussalini Zion fists Try on this, you can′t see me like vagina lips Smugglin diamond chips, bubblin anonymous The dominant will resource and count script crews and world wars (world wars echo′s) Yo, you better practice what you preach, I got 7 MC′s And 10 g′s, I′ll show each Never interfere and shit, souvenirs for your ears and shit Clear poetry like William Shakespeare and shit Word is bond checkin me out Hey what you talkin about You lost and walkin about Niggas got beef they want to say and start talkin it out Hey, oh my god, y′all nigga be buggin me out Wish they could lay me down and have the police start chalkin me out Now I zoom in on you and my niggas start stalkin you out Chuck down that bullshit that you be callin about This one′s for my people and my niggas up North The ruler shit dynasty but Flipmode finally come fourth Exports and imports hittin you with flavors of all sorts My squad comin through, chop off your ear
(shaka dee) ha ha shaka dee man GMB, first lady, Kat you dun′ know Red One, let′s go
(kat) got you half flippin like fire come with me let me take you higher i′m the object of all your desire and your attention is all i require don′t stop now cause you on a roll make me go anywhere that you go i′m that dream in your head when you′re sleepin′ i′m that secret inside that you′re keepin′ woah-woah
(hook) you want this don′t front que que que pasa speak up cual es la cosa ven aqui let′s get closer and closer
(chorus) i say no-oh-oh if you wanna take it slow-oh-oh catch up well now let′s go-oh-oh together we run the show-oh-oh
i say no-oh-oh if you wanna take it slow-oh-oh don′t stop well now let′s go-oh-oh together we run the show-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
bite your lips cause you know that you feel it when i shake it you know you′re addicted i see you′re lovin this dominicana you like the way that I dance the bachata
don′t stop now, cause i′m on a roll give you that gutta you feel in your soul my heart beats like a drum can you hear it
(hook) I know you want this don′t front que que que pasa speak up cual es la cosa ven aqui let′s get closer and closer
(chorus repeats 2x)
(shaka dee) yeah shaka dee black kat red one let′s go
me takin it slow, me takin it fast me like a train baby girl when me take in the pants me and you what i think that′s what the aftermath and after that me and you could just slip the cash the pon and kat just smashin the party after that, yo kat, let′s mash up the lobby cause this is a dance and this is a hobby it′s fire in here and GMB got me WOAH
(bridge) (kat) are you ready-ready-ready-ready-ready-ready (shaka dee)I′m ready my girl (kat) are you ready-ready-ready-ready-ready-ready (shaka dee) sure I′m ready my girl (kat) are you ready-ready-ready-ready-ready-ready (shaka dee) I′m ready my girl (kat) one-hundred-percent-uh
(kat:) are you ready-ready-ready-ready-ready-ready (shaka dee) I′m ready my girl (kat) are you ready-ready-ready-ready-ready-ready (shaka dee: sure I′m ready my girl (kat) are you ready-ready-ready-ready-ready-ready (shaka dee) I′m ready my girl
Ready for Busta Rhymes He′s the one we′ve all, been waiting for, forever (I feel so fuckin good, my people!!) Ready for Flipmode Squad (So powerful!! So good today!!) They′re the ones we′ve all, been waiting for, forever (Yeah!! Yeah, new "Rulership"!!) Ready for Busta Rhymes (It feels so fuckin good in my soul, come on!!) He′s the one we′ve all, been waiting for, forever (I wanna see y′all; all my people if you feel good!!) Ready for Flipmode Squad (Just talk to me, c′mon, c′mon!!) They′re the ones we′ve all, been waiting for, forever (Now!! Now, let me see y′all, so powerful!!) Ready..
[Busta Rhymes] All praise due, we comin through real hard Niggaz raisin they right hand, salutin da God Yo, like a burnin sensation of Henny on the first sip Hot shit my nigga; let me spit a verse quick Work shit inward, until my niggaz hurt shit and plot elaborate schemes for monies niggaz worship Beautiful like the pleasure of when I burst my first clip at a nigga who sold me a brick that wasn′t WORTH shit Yo, we BOMB shit, fire alarm shit with my bitches who take packages under they armpit Now, we remain the +Imperial+ live niggaz who consistantly blackout and rep for them wild niggaz Yo, you incompatible, snatch yo′ collateral Gun blunt you, and rep for every thug capital Diagonal vision, niggaz seein shit on slant Plant beatings on niggaz and celebrate a war chant Diabolic how we manifest raw logic Chronological time, we bring niggaz the raw project Hold fort and represent as the grand wizard Street chronicle illustrate the bakin of a bad blizzard I got a spot for ya, with live niggaz who murder sloppier than ALL of the Trenchcoat Mafia yo Cause when you hear the sweet music playin It′s like theme music for murder scenes like the Colorado slayin - cause I don′t give a fuck Speedin like we racin on the Aqueduct Black tinted-out, government truck Curbside on niggaz, leanin just a little bit Trunk ?? with smoke, my bitch′ll take a little hit Fake niggaz could be the BEST actors My bullets whiz so fast you feel the WINDSHIELD factors In the wrong place you get your WIG peeled backwards Get an ounce of the ′dro and STEAM a pack of Blackwoods
Chorus: Busta Rhymes
Ready for Busta Rhymes He′s the one we′ve all, been waiting for, forever (Yeah, yeah, just feel what I feel niggaz!!) Ready for Flipmode Squad (Yeah, just reach up and just touch the sky niggaz!!) They′re the ones we′ve all, been waiting for, forever (Now, hah, yeah, I try so hard, to just share that shit that I′m feelin!!) Ready for Busta Rhymes (All my niggaz just talk to me!!) He′s the one we′ve all, been waiting for, forever (So powerful!! Flipmode Squad now!!) Ready for Flipmode Squad (Yeah, new "Rulership," all my niggaz just walk in line!!) They′re the ones we′ve all, been waiting for, forever (Walk in line with me!! Talk to me now!!)
[Busta Rhymes] Welcome.. We are now in the current state of the Anarchy We fight, to survive niggaz We fight, to rule our own government We livin in a current state, of no fuckin government Niggaz don′t even know how to follow they own spirit Lost niggaz.. Unsure niggaz, insecure niggaz Fuck that! Salute, all our motherfuckers!! All my niggaz ready to hold it down on the front line!! We survived it niggaz, two-thousand Time for the new bloodline to run shit Enjoy the album
[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] Now this is the tale of a murderer who comes from the caucus cliffs [Busta in background] happy Thanksgiving he robbed and stole and killed for greed and packed us on slave ships [Busta in background] happy Thanksgiving he took us off to stolen lands it seemed like hell for sure [Busta in background] happy Thanksgiving with the crack and the guns, death and disease they called for you and your [Busta in background] happy Thanksgiving No whips no brew no weed to smoke not a single luxury If not for the bloodshed that it cost the struggle would be lost [Busta] say it again the struggle would be lost [Busta] say it again the struggle would be lost [Busta] say it again the struggle would be lost [Busta] say it again the struggle would be lost [Busta] say it again the struggle would be lost
[Verse 1] The struggle will be lost If you continue to do the shit you be doin′ with disloyalty nigga Now that explains why in each ward you avoiding me nigga Knowing now it takes nothing to be destroying a nigga Conditioned with a mind to shit on your brother Flossing with jewelry and whips just like a dick and still live with your mother Copping shit that superceded your salary Where is your loyalty to your own blood and taking care of your family Funny how you sit and drink what you drink Thinking the foulest shit and not even knowing why you think how you think Must be the reason why we aren′t aware Because the devil know how guilty and filthy he is in all his affairs Fucking with my mind when I was a youngster Cause he know if we knew the truth we′d make his ass run from amongst us That′s why we thinking that it′s better to ball while the devil be sitting and watching plotting how to murder us all now this
[Chorus]
[Verse 2] Hey yo That′s why I′m hustling harder Now I′m in a huddle seeing the struggle in my mother and father That′s why my persona will come with such a karma to be getting this paper Cause I ain′t with the slavery labor A lot of niggas in the hood probly relate to me greater than those that believe when they die they going to meet the creator that′s crazy how we become slaves to mental death and power that comes with becoming even more of a dumber ass the devil robbing you blind concealing the truth from niggas while we be struggling they murder the mind the wickedness sneak on you quicker when they creep from behind continue to speak the truth ?til it weaken your spine now check it the jewel I give you be the beat the beat for the time you can′t see it like you living on a street for the blind young whitty hustler niggas that stick with the grind fly cuisine food poisoned cause you eatin′ the swine I stay struggling and doin′ for delf Then I dig in my body deeper and do a little knowledge of self They wonder why they catch a nigga on the weed sell Better be careful what you saying on them e-mails Now listen They got your mind in a prison You can do whatever you want but focus if you desire to listen As I say it I hope you feelin′ the wrath Create a hammer to make a man that a beat you in the head with the math Now this
Yo, I rearrange your wholesome change Complicate your vision and make the world look strange Try to remain calm but yet you still feel perspiration Drip from the top of your lip - losing concentration Don′t you try to front like we got some type affiliation Bought yourself a piece you shit to try and avoid the confrontation Fear me, it′s in your bloodstream feel the circulation Permenantly trife and affecting life like ammunisation Oh shit, I′ve got you feeling nervous on purpose (Ha!) I love bring that shit right at you - door to door service Instantaneous, you will still get your shit bust (Bust) Only spontaneous, all that shit talk is miscellaneous You be rolling shady we gonn′ establish all the shadyist Yet all of my black peoples be the most craziest Numerals of funerals every day When I take a closer look of all my niggas around my way (Ha!) Ha, yeah, I love to dig from deep within Making your head spin
Hot Fudge coming on in good lord Hot Fudge coming on in good lord Hot Fudge coming on in good lord Hot Fudge...
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Aeiyo, you look like my man, y′all look similiar Alibis that niggas trying use like we familiar Fuck that! You really need to check your criteria Violating the world, annihilate your whole area Been in this too long to allow niggas to try to take mine 23 years deep and I still exist as BUSTA RHYMES! Aeiyo, I′m in this to win this, gets down to handle my buisiness While I be Busta Rhymes you still be whoever your name is In my past life the world felt my mega blast Now in my present life I′ma still bust your fucking ass Yo, it′s been predicted, ever since I was a child Getting addicted to candy bars I was still wicked Drop jewels on many fools while my niggas pack tools In ′89 when we signed this Leaders Of The New School Four, lyrical Schwarzeneggers rolling like commanders Wrecking shit, hit after hit, while we set the standards Back then came leaders of the ′New it was like a dream come true You could scream on the mic and do what you gotta do In the meantime I show improved and stick my lagoon theory Scream at the top of my lungs until you fuckers hear me Yo, I love to dig from deep within Making your head spin
Hot Fudge coming on in good lord Hot Fudge coming on in good lord Hot Fudge coming on in good lord Hot Fudge coming
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Yeah yeah Yeah yeah Turn my music up Turn my music up Truck shit now Truck shit now Truck shit now Truck shit now Turn my music up Turn my music up Truck shit now Live nigga bully foot Brass knuckle rap shit now Check it out now Yeah yeah
Relax that shit you talk Before I sic my bitch on you Let her bounce wit your dick on a fork I bring a bigger storm to calm your clouds I own a couple things I even own a farm wit cows I own a moment when my niggas run deep thru crowds Like how a pregnant woman breat milk leak thru her blouse A lot of niggas love to wish on a star Give a fuck who you are I know some niggas that’ll piss on ya car Now see every time we step in the place I give y’all niggas shit that put a fowl look on ya face Rock ice like I was never more able Dont drink coffee cause my diamonds be cuttin the glass on the table Hey I be the lost found tribe of shabazz Bless niggas then I plant another bomb on ya ass Then I put my students all in a class To clear my rulership And leave y’all niggas fucked up doin the math One time now Truck shit now Truck shit now Turn my music up Turn my music up Truck shit now Truck volume Truck volume
I know you wanna get up on it Let me show ya how we do Every time we drop that shit You know we put it down for you
Hey hey How many times you gonna crush down something You need to change ya name up to buss a buss down something Ya fuckin with the highest my nigga Tryin to fuck wit the giant might as well call me goliath my nigga Come on Drop hot shit on the spot Sop it up wit a mop Before the hungry come and shop on ya block I know some niggas that’ll love to blood suck you all A thing of the past because them niggas stuck you all One shot bust on the same bullet struck you all And when they bounce you hear voices screamin fuck you all Gathered up about a thousand young bucks who brawl Its decoys in case he needed to duck you all Thats why you betta move tight wit ya click Niggas be thirsty and quick just to be out before the night wit ya shit We keep it street and give a damn who you are Make niggas wild and bitches spread and put they hands on the car And let me frisk em And shake they asses down to the floor While dude wonderin what them niggas is poundin me for What them niggas grillin What them niggas houndin me for And for the pound and what them what them niggas was surroundin me for Well let me tell you what the fuck we was surroundin you for We came to get you once Well now I come to get you for more While your gettin got Niggas drinkin ten dolla hennessy shots Gettin drunk and wildin out in the spot
What the fuck now Truck shit now Truck shit now Turn my music up Turn my music up Hot shit now Street shit now Truck volume I know you wanna get up on it Let me show ya how we do Every time we drop that shit You know we put it down for you I know you wanna get up on it Let me show ya how we do Every time we drop that shit You know we put it down for you Hey hey
(Busta) Yeah, yeah, yeah (get out) Such a remarkable sound (get out) Yeah, such a remarkable sound (get out of here) Flipmode get down now Yeah check it out, such a remarkable sound (get out of here) Busta Rhymes comin through get down (get out, get out) What the deal now (get out of here) Yeah, yeah
(Verse 1) Are you ready to get on? (Who, me?) I cause such a reaction makin all my people go (Ooh-wee!) Just like a group of happy children Yo its such a feelin To see all of my live ballers (Carry on now) Oh see how I be gettin so passionate I get a real eagle and I bust my shit off by accident The God bless glory Success story Whiteboy better but a stash up in my armrest for me The way I blow shit up its like a bomb threat for me I gotta blast and demolish everything before me I throw your shit in the back now You′re wack now And ain′t no kind of turnin back now So relentless I won′t even let you fools finish a freakin sentence Call for my people like a school attendance And then I strike with a triflin vengeance Reppin like a winner And do away with every last one of you wack niggas
(Chorus) So (Get out) If you′s a fake just (Get out) You need to just (Get out of here) Police you try to close the club (Get out) You really should (Get out) You need to just (Get out of here) Chick if you ain′t got your own dough (Get out) You need to just (Get out) You really should (Get out of here) If you frontin like you really live (Get out) And you know you not (Get out) You need to just (Get out of here)
(Verse 2) The one world alliance Flipmode the most reliant for the thorough guidance On how to get most of this money like a secret science Only the live soldiers allowed there′s nothin you can do Frontin with your crew while you talkin to corny chickens too Nevertheless address the cheddar for the treasure chest So bless the spot before the thugs close chest One time I hope yall know just what the motherfuck your dealin with Got so much platinum for this beat you thought I was a silversmith We phat now so look at how we brought it back now We made it possible for streets to hold a stat now And become the wealthiest, healthiest And bring the fire that will reach about 1000 degrees celsius Hold on, bank this money, better roll on Or sing a broke folk song I′ll be for so long Paid with a big brim hat just like a lampshade with bells Wylin in the truck, the choice to roll with me We be them new millennium prime time niggas Walk the fine line niggas, sippin fine wine niggas Now, if you cross the line we fuck around and blind niggas With so much press it′s like we did the illest crime niggas What? You know I′m like a loco man, noble man Turned global man, rippin bicoastal like a postal man And when we come you know we came to get it And what you need to do is BOUNCE if you aint rollin with it!
(Chorus) So (get out) If you be frontin just (get out) You need to just (get out of here) Police you tryin to close the club (get out) You really should (get out) PLEASE just (get out of here) Chick if you ain′t got your own dough (get out) You need to just (get out) You really should (get out of here) And if you frontin like you really LIVE (get out) And you know you′re not (get out) You really should (get out of here)
Uhhh! Yo Bus a Bus (yeah) Yo Bus a Bus (c′mon, c′mon) Yo Bus a Bus, (UHH) rockin to the beat (Flipmode motherfucker Flipmode y′all)
Yo Bus a Bus (UHH, yeah yi-yeah yea) Yo Bus a Bus (ka-c′mon, ki-c′mon) Yo Bus a Bus, (UHH) rockin to the beat (Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yi-yeah yea)
Floss time, Busta Rhymes shine on every primetime Mastermind gettin this paper now cross the fine line Money plenty sippin gently with the Bentley My Bentley runneth over empty what gifts you sent me Then you broke the last rule, frontin like we was mad cool You damn fool, come around frontin wearin your man′s jewels WHOO! Play the part, they want me to start shit Get on your mark quick and target, corner the market Peep how we′re movin this, keep improvin this See you in this because you love the way me and my crew be doin this Have a ball, I′m not mad at ch′all, where the alcohol I ain′t messin with you at all, girl your ass too small Cop the hot shit, write it off while you bite it off and try to fight it off, you′re faggot you wack and your light is off Bite the dust, you like to fuss, look right at us I know you like to cuss, who could you trust to bring the rush? Now do the..
Yo Bus a Bus (a c′mon, keep it movin) Yo Bus a Bus (ay-yeah I like just what you doin) Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat (Aiyyo, yo yo-yo yo all and together now)
Yo Bus a Bus (a′cmon, just keep it movin) Yo Bus a Bus (oh yeah I like just what you doin) Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat (Aiyyo, yo-yo yo all and together now)
TURN IT OFF, turn back me on go get your mack on and keep the track goin and latch on hope you can catch on Follow the beat you sweet bitches and get your dance on Tipsy off a little Cristi′ a little ? Dom Barbeque back at the mansion, feel like a champion Collapse on, my thing orthapedic to rest your back on Nowadays Flipmode money be runnin mad North Fuck around, dig in my treasure, feel my forty-five long Ride through, about to slide through, I′m right beside you Mind you, my system be bangin, adjust my EQ Peek-a-boo, we not seekin you, focus on being you There′s only one of me, cause you copy, there might be THREE of you Classic and so essential, we monumental Powerful, we predisential, we BOMB your mental Bite the dust, you like to fuss, look right at us I know you like to cuss, who could you trust to bring the rush? Now do the..
Yo Bus a Bus (hey c′mon, let′s keep it movin) Yo Bus a Bus (oh yeah I like just what you doin) Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat (Aiyyo, yo yo-yo yo all and together now)
Yo Bus a Bus (a c′mon, let′s keep it movin) Yo Bus a Bus (oh yeah I like just what you doin) Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat (Aiyyo, yo yo-yo yo all and together now)
HIT ME OFF, you Speak′n′Spell and freak it well so no need to dwell, check in the mirror, my pockets swell Shit sound so intermediate, my ingredient is to immediately rep for everyone you see me with You little eedyot, I exile you and your X-File You and your next trial, and demolish your little rap style Black child, I′m takin offensive, we too impressive To the naked eye, the way we floss sure be expensive OOOH! Run up the fader, ain′t nuttin greater Still a little hater be gettin paper go meet your maker Undertaker now go shake whatcha momma gave ya Shake-a shake-a now we trippin the circuit breaker Model up and swallow up and turn the throttle up Break the bottle up in the hip with the greatest follow up Bite the dust, you like to fuss, look right at us I know you like to cuss, who could you trust to bring the rush? Now do the..
Yo Bus a Bus (a c′mon, just keep it movin) Yo Bus a Bus (oh yeah I like it what you doin) Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat (Aiyyo, yo yo-yo yo all and together now)
Yo Bus a Bus (oh, c′mon, just keep it movin) Yo Bus a Bus (yeah, oh yeah I like just what you doin) Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat (Aiyyo, yo yo-yo yo all and together now)
Yo Bus a Bus (yeah, a yeah keep movin) Yo Bus a Bus (oh yeah I like, what you doin) Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat (Aiyyo, aiyyo yo yo-yo yo yo)
Yo Bus a Bus (yo, c′mon, keep movin) Yo Bus a Bus (yeah, I like what you doin) Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat (Aiyyo, yo yo-yo yo all and together now)
[Busta Rhymes] Look, it’s been a long time, I shouldn’ta left you But now I came back to step through Think of how many weak dudes you heard boo Time’s up, sorry I let you listen to them, you see I’m back with a gem And you knowin that I’ma always keep it hot ’til the end And again and again, that’s how we
[Estelle] Make the world go round Round, ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh-ahh Go round, round, ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh-ahh Go round, round, ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh-ahh Go round, round, ah-ah-ah-ah go round
[Busta Rhymes] Ay, AY! Just feel my presence Better than ever, back with a vengeance Ah hey, slide on baby just ride on I give ya, e’rything people rely on My nigga, the heat that meat gets fried on Still’ll, drop shit to murder the club Call it a killa, stand up with my back on the wall and let her throw her ass, that’s what a thug do Put it down, rep how we rep, niggaz know we ball If you ain’t know we bought out the club too Baby girl get it - let’s swing it right back to the crib then I hit it, she love the way I spit it Huh! See when I come they love how I’m movin it They worship the kid and the way I’m really doin it Shit, make baby girl moist I’m steppin in the club, valet the Rolls Royce
[Chorus: Estelle] Filthy talkin, bottle poppin Disco rockin, park, go party I feel life, money and Cashmere These things, make the world go round Round, ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh-ahh Go round, round, ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh-ahh Go round, round, ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh-ahh Go round, round, ah-ah-ah-ah go round
[Busta Rhymes] Now what the hell are you lookin for? Watch how a nigga bring the ceilin to the floor See the way I do and get a little raw now Break somethin, see the way we kickin in the door now When I come see a Range and a Porsche now Do what I say, women to the floor now More is what I’m comin to get World tours now, nigga charter the jet Got, women sweatin and they ready and they willin I Come to the telly and they steady doin the diddy bop Hit you with it, shorty gettin really hot Pretty with it, the way a bitch can make the city stop Whyle all night, mami know the routine Style so right and I’m creatin a new scene Bass seem to make mami come and put it on ya while I give it to ya cause you know I’m back to DO IT for ya!
[Chorus]
[Busta Rhymes] And away we go off to the next spot First 5 is a little club kinda hot First on the scene, see the blunt fire spark Snatch shorty, take her to the corner where it’s dark Now, shorty breathin all heavy, hands all on me Then she turn around and try to put her ass on me I ain’t payin no mind ’til I seen her crew waitin on the Soul Train line Now, shorty workin hard tryin to get with me Wanna take me to the bathroom tryin to give me quickie But I ain’t trickin on ‘em like my name Tricky When they smell my cologne they wanna try to give me hickie Like kissin and huggin and suckin on my wrist full of diamonds Move slow, I’ll tuck your little chick in my pocket Type of shit I do all day Like the last broad to the show stay, okay?
Intro: yeah this next joint right here... is dedicated to all my niggas that I love all the niggas that held it down with me through the whole shit from the beginning of the fort, to the now current day of the fort from the beginning and the birth of this whole shit to the now success of this whole shit and all my peoples that be holdin it down for their peoples ridin with them through thick and thin, love y′all niggas peep it
CHORUS 2X: 1, 2 Everytime I sit and take a look at how we grew so much my niggas 1, 2 All the things I do, you know I will hold my flags for you my niggas
[verse 1] now, this how the shit all started was like doctors of ? I was being conceived kinda retarded like, and while my moms was conceiving this beautiful baby doctors was the this woman′s stress out of this Jamaican lady Pops beef and straight carrying on nobody realizing how the god was now being born ayo, yo, 1, 2 while they was wildin and shit they couldn′t even find my pulse, sonogram on the frisk so, they tried a natural birth, but had to stop production baby stuck all up in the womb, another malfunction 1, 2 and now the doctors discover they had to cut this lady′s gut, and c-section me out of my mother Pop duke could only sit and ask why looked up in the sky and begged for mercy from the most high c′mon, now, 1, 2 see now the day would feel blessed watching the birth of a precious baby life manifest see how that bugged me out
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[over chorus] that shit, that type shit be buggin me out cuz... y′know niggas, nigga look back to them days when you know shit is kinda ill like y′knawmean? nigga, niggas like fall out, y′knawmean? motherfuckers is, niggas live long enough to look back and shit and laugh and shit, y′knawmean?
[verse 2] young and learnin shit that started is thick started inquiring alot, started using my dick like I knew it all but I wasn′t really knowin and shit buggin when my pubic hairs started growin and shit now hold up, a young nigga now a couple years pass searchin desperate to experience my first piece of ass now, gettin into mischief and caught my first arrest started smoking weed and started totin on them cigarettes eyes bloodshot like I was starin at a highbeam nigga only twelve so why he lookin like he nineteen? 1, 2 the fast life baby, young with an old soul from the past life baby a young nigga wanted things and wanted money quick ambitious on the Amtrak, wit a quarter brick my nigga, 1, 2 it got hot in the streets my nigga campaign the cops who started walkin the beat, my nigga trouble causin too much problems just me and my brother made mommy a grandma and shacked up with my babymother now it a seed, I was always ready to clap shit strugglin, so then I start fuckin ′round with this rap shit moved to Long Island and got up with a few niggas believin we could show the world we was the Leaders Of the New niggas a crew of niggas that was hot like an infirmary blazin til they started actin like bitches internally so now, Flipmode is how we own it fo′ sho tried to fuck with niggas but I couldn′t do it no more fo rilla, 1, 2 and then I got with some niggas always wit it to multiply the gross and double the figgas and then I, hit with bombs and hold a stack in my palms whippin Bentleys, floss icy shit and take care of moms give the local little old man a job as my chaeuffeur hold it down for all my niggas til the movement is over it′s kinda beautiful
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[over chorus] yeah, y′knawmean? how we have acquired so much where we can look back and, and actually laugh and lavish in the, in the, in the moment as we prime in life look at how we, we struggled all this way and went through the bullshit motherfuckin, little obstacles situations they try to set up for niggas to fuckin fall off and lose they hard earned shit, y′knowmean? I holds it down for my niggas though give my last to my niggas all the niggas that was wit me through the whole shit love y′all niggas, word my Flipmode niggas, man
[Busta Rhymes] Yeah I though all y′all was goin′ Uh, Yeah, yeah, yeah Were gonna take y′all on a little ride and shit You mean now, now, now, yeah We gonna sail in one of them big fat ocean liners on the street Swim through this mutha fucka Busta-Bus now, now, now
[Busta Rhymes] Hop scotch I found a new bounce Just rock back and fourth while my beat knock (Aurgh!) Stop chips and cock glocks wit′ clips Go sailing in hot ships and park big whips (oh!) Getting′ them whips and bounce outta town Take trips ride slow through them hoods and park at the main strip Baby girl gimme yo hand cock fast (c′mon!) With a number in your hand, hot ass (hold up!) Shorty actin′ just like she had a hit (on me!) Fuckin′ while shorty′s busy shakin′ her shit (on me!) Man stop, just let ‘em flop watch girlfriend let alone cock block Hot shit make a bitch wanna whine just like a reggae tune Make y′all niggaz wanna act and bust the AK boom! Everyday create a may lay today is pay day mutha fucka you better make way!
[Hook] It′s your night go get your money Get that dough bounce if ya want And light that blunt smoke if you got to Shake yo shit bounce if you have to Flimode squad back in the spot With all yo shit bounce in the truck Yes yes y′all bounce we go what ya want
All my niggaz, all my niggaz All my bitches! C′mon!
[Busta Rhymes] We stay spittin′ on See what we sittin on Shittin′ you see how my 20” be fittin′ on nigga A 100 dollar bill shorty number was written on Hittin′ shorty on the sink wit′ the lights in the kitchen on C′mon! move quiet with all the DL chicks Who carry on Lincoln head up on my CL 6 Hit y′all wit′ the shit split y′all Chicks all on my whip hoping ya ass fit y′all We suppose to reach most shit bang Watch how niggaz bounce in East Coast (Heaighh!) Choke y′all provoke y′all Killin′ street everytime we distribute the coke all Check it, see now a days we caught cribs And caught big fat loss Fuck big fat bitches that make cliques back off The way we prove it to y′all Is just bang niggaz every time we do it to y′all
[Hook]
[Busta Rhymes] Yeah Straight black out shit fo show Making you back yo mack out quick Aiyo (huh) Yeah we floss and drop pricy things Talk slick and money and rock icy things She tried to get that score By throwing the pussy begging me to hit that raw (uh oh) We puts it on and watch bitches getting′ a getsy Flimode up in this mutha fucka just for the record
[Intro: Pharrell Williams] Whachu say your name was? Well um, lookin real sexy right now You and your girls, are lookin good Look why don′t y′all take off y′all jackets What′s your name baby? word? okay Tell your friend right there this, this my man Busta
[Verse: Busta Rhymes] Hah, I know you starving for this shit Baby I′m feeling your hunger I′m so clean call a nigga Felix Ungar So what if I said it baby I′m still gon′ tell ya I hope your ass bigger than Willona and Thelma Listen, it′s Busta Rhymes bitch I ain′t never fail ya Your ass all over like paraphernalia, hmm See the police gon jail ya For walking around wit the kind of ass that′ll kill ya now Don′t worry bout it I got money to bill ya Shorty stacking like a mule, type of shit that′ll scare ya Headboard bang, bump the side of ya head Watch how ya ass spread spill all off the side of the bed now, hmm Now whachu do to the dread? baby your ass really changed What he initially said because a nigga dead But fuck em! cause now we vibing and talking and shit I love to hear your ass go (ga ga goon) when you walking and shit
[Chorus: Pharrell Williams] Move girl like your ass on fire - like your ass on fire Move girl like your ass on fire - like your ass on fire Move girl I′ll light your ass on fire - I′ll light your ass on fire Move girl I′ll light your ass on fire - Bitch I′ll light that ass on fire Move girl I′ll light your ass on fire
[Verse: Busta Rhymes] Bust it, baby I know you probably really Need a table cloth to cover your ass Digging in your pocket while you rubbing yo ass Shit so big just put the club in yo ass Prep the H2 park it right infront of yo ass I see your little gap between your cunt and yo ass And make you jump inside the whip and smoke a blunt wit yo ass I′m saying hmm, the shit′ll spread like a rash The way they ass wiggles see I got the shit on a smash now listen I light the L smell a wiff of the hash And bag all the bitches, now watch you see me zip in a flash I′m saying hmm, now I′m a put you on blast Just like a tint window when you put your shit on the glass Bust right through the window then it sit on the dash And have a nigga driving wreckless till you making him crash (Hah, c′mon) we making money and shit Now pop your muffin while we be watching you shaking your shit
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[Bridge] Welcome to hot in Hazyville It make you wanna dance till you break your heels I know you love the way the God make your feel Now watch me get deeper than a Navy Seal (Navy Seal?) It got a crazy feel, shit feel like you in a danger field Hypnotize, stuck it in her, daze for real That′s exactly why we call this one Hazyville (Hazyville)
[Verse: Busta Rhymes] Baby, just shake ya ass till you spread on the floor I noticed that your ass too big for your draws You need a - a chiropractor just to marry yo ass To tell the truth you need a tractor just to carry yo ass Fo reala, you motherfuckers probably think that I′m playing All bitches love to talk and all that other shit I be saying And going hmm, see how you putting it down I love the way you shake it throw it around!
Timati Mariya Busta Rhymes And an exclusive of G productions Ready? Watch the T go
[CHORUS] You can call me, when you need me, I′ll be right there, I′m gonna love you. And no matter what you look like, Where you from cause, I′m gonna love you.
[verse 1: Mariya] Give a kiss, give a hug, That′s the reason to show love. With a beast stop crying, You can get on me to find it. Lend a hand, help a friend. What′s the reason, Tell me what be finding. Well we could all be happy. We take it all for granted.
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[verse 2: Timati] Please save the bay beast Black white Yellow stop All let the maybes Hating, crazy All a brother needed was a lil′ push He so quick to push me Ride of the edge Write my name in red Write me off as dead, [missed] They deliver. We keep on sippin′ Patrone, Forget about the liver. I was born at the top of the world, Now i travel round the globe, Showing love to the world. Who cares about the kids, They on drugs. Little young girls Selling their bodies for love. See, we still got drawness manning slavery, God please save us, make a soul one please...
[Chorus]
[verse 3: Busta Rhymes] Every single day i wake up, I′m always ready and willing Always focus on my grind And i hope you feel what i′m feeling So much thoughts be on my mind Going to process of building Every moment i′m a shine Cause i′m doing this for my children See the things i used to do I was told could be self distructive Mommy beat me in the head, ′til the things i did was productive that′s why i count my every blessing tryin to spead the love equal, and lead by good example i′ll always inspire people
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[Timati] It′s time to rid the world of wars, Hunger and Disease If we all come together, for the future of our kids To make it easier for them to live. What happened to little kids playing on streets, Old folks stepping to the beat, I hear the heart beat of the world is getting stronger I can feel it right now, yeah I can feel it right here, can you? I can feel it
Make ya feel good , make ya feel all right One time Feel good yea ya′ll Busta Rhymes in the place ya′ll Make you feel real good ya′ll Flipmode is the squad in the place ya′ll
Buck wild for all of my people who don′t care Lost like a bunch of black millionaires Makin ya run, me and my gun Stackin my ones Lost a little, invest up in a mutual fund Blowin the horn since of everyday I was born Everyday I see a nigga layin escapimg my lawn Dangerous, my niggas shit be accurate Have to get, the flow be so emasculate A yo a yo I do my deal sippin my moe Slippin in slow, them pretty women sayin hello Any wiggle hittin this play olavola Little honey dipped in within a little carryvola I don′t mean to hold you up But I got somethin to say Swear to only give you hot shit everyday Afraid of us, you know this ain′t no game to us You strange to us That′s when we gettin dangerous Come on
Chorus: This is serious We can make you delirious You should have a healthy fear of us Cause to much of us is dangerous So dangerous we dangerous My Flipmode squad is dangerous So dangerous we dangerous My whole entire unit is dangerous
Hold your breath We swing it from right to left Word to Wyclef You know my shit t be hot to death Stayin alive, you know only the stronger survive Holdin my heat I love my seat , wippin the five Baseline for all of my people movin around Give me a pound All of my squad holdin it down Lettin you up The new shit wrekin you up Blowin you up My black hole suckin you up Back in the days brother use to be left out Now a brother holdin several money market accounts Blaze the street and then I would just like to announce Feelin my grove My jiga jiga makin you bounce Others is fare, me and my squad breakin the bridge Straight gettin it, we got you suckers holdin your head Afraid of us, you know this ain′t no game to us You strange to us that′s when we gettin dangerous Come on
Chorus
One time ya′ll Throw your hands real high ya′ll Yea, get down ya′ll Let me see you all ya′ll Busta Rhymes, Flipmode ya′ll Nineteen ninety eight ya′ll Ha, get down ya′ll, lets have a ball ya′ll
Feelin the heat up in the street rockin the beat Step up in the club, take me to my reserved seat Comin around, all of my people surround me So much bottles are leakin, ya′ll brothers will drown me Makin ya drunk, feelin the fun, blazin the skunk Stay hitten with the shit that blow a hole in ya trunk Afraid of us, you know this ain′t no game to us You strange to us that′s when we gettin dangerous Come on
[Hook: Kokane] Likes to go, eventual Lead you home, come inside Why you got your ass on your shoulders Now, tryin′ to spit at a bitch I lead inside Why you got your ass on your shoulders
[Busta Rhymes] Yeah bitch put on an outfit, dazzle ya hair Come in the club fit to take you home and frazzle the hair Bitch understand I must have got a handle in here Why you open up ya ass and let me travel in there Create a scandal in there Don′t talk, let me pull it out to add another angle in there Let me ride the back of yo ass like a camel in there Pussy hot like she lit a fuckin′ candle in there Remember I was tryin′ to get my drink in the slot And you was same girl actin′ all stinkin′ the spot It was funny how I thought I wasted breath on the broad A friend couldn′t find her cause shorty left with the God And then I took her back to the crib, you can figure it out I′m diggin′ it out with the dick in her mouth Get cha′ homegirl to come start lickin′ ya out And swingin′ about until I start kickin′ em′ out Because ya...
[Hook: Kokane]
[Busta Rhymes] I′m sayin′ she fuck a nigga like she want the God to lay in a hearse Makin′ me curse, hope you relate to my verse And what be makin′ it worse That they be the same bitches frontin′ like they wasn′t with it at first Actin′ too good for niggas with your ass on your shoulders But now you′ll be fuckin′ a nigga till he fall in a coma I remember how you acted in the front of ya friends As I remember now you give me head in front of my Benz So now I′m smackin′ it up, while you backin′ it up With a car load of bitches now I′m packin′ it up Now ya whole crew comin′ and we whackin′ em′ up Let me beat the pussy till I start blackin′ it up Got bitches diggin′ in my back scratchin′ it up Got em′ screamin′ shatterin′ glass crackin′ it up Get cha′ homegirl to come start lickin′ ya out Ass swingin′ about till I start kickin′ em′ out Because ya...
[Hook: Kokane]
[Busta Rhymes] Sayin′ in ya crib gettin′ ya shit right sprayin′ yourself With perfume that mean the dude start playin′ yourself Ya too fly to let ya friends know ya lovin′ a nigga So instead ya front like you ain′t really fuckin′ a nigga But still I really love to sit on my dough And there′s nothin′ I love when ya keep ya shit on the low Get cha′ homegirl to come start lickin′ ya out Ass swingin′ about till I start kickin′ em′ out Because ya...
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
We gon′ change things Yea, Genesis niggaz We gotta introduce y′all to the motherfuckin new millenium bounce Yea, two-thousand and one hot shit hot shit c′mon All my niggaz in the place, all my bitches in the place C′mon, c′mon, let′s get to it Let′s get to it, let′s get to it All my niggaz and my bitches let′s get to it New milleni-nigga bounce, new millenium bounce C′mon, c′mon, c′mon
[Verse One] Aiyyo it′s colder than a muh′fucka, who just let the hawk in? Nigga guess who just walked in? Lynch, most (?) makes them other niggaz sit upon the bench broke Then I step up in a trenchcoat nigga Got no time to be fuckin with them wonderama niggaz Let me loosen up your bra-strap mama nigga LISTEN UP! Look how we be rippin up and got the party pickin up and got you niggaz spittin up SHIT No pain, nigga never no gain, nigga no strain O.D. into my cocaine music Spit that venom; pretty thick bitches walk by If you let ′em pussy printin through they denim Take her for a ride ′round the block, let her enjoy the whip Drop her off, let her walk the strip Ain′t it funny how nature work? Make bitches wanna bounce on a nigga ′til they make it hurt, c′mon
[Chorus] Shake yo′ shit until you make it hurt Throw yo′ pussy ′til you make it hurt Pop that shit until you make it hurt Bounce ′til you really wanna make it hurt Now bang yo′ head until you make it hurt C′mon, stomp yo′ feet until we make it hurt Pound that shit until we make it hurt Until we make it hurt, now let′s make it hurt
[Verse Two] Are we ever gonna stop nigga? HECK NO! Shit now let me rip the muh′fucka from the get-go, nigga Let go ′fore you make a nigga wanna let the tec blow Bitches dancin like a stepshow, nigga Violate nigga, you gets no love, ghetto Only give a nigga show love ditto Your clique too little, fuck givin niggaz a riddle Fuck around I turn your wife into a widow Nitro nigga, make you wanna wild on the floor like a bunch of little psycho niggaz Presto, shit we got a expo of bitches in here Whylin like a bunch of lesbo bitches The best show of bitches, so electro bitches, c′mon Get on your mark, get ready set go bitches Then we go and add a little propane to it Then we send another whole flame through it Clear everything in my path, before I split you in half You wack nigga, better get you a staff The freak bitches try to hit me with math Brushin off wack niggaz while them same bitches givin me ass, yo Now let me give you more hot shit, just for the record and make bitches wanna get ass-naked, c′mon Party ′til you wanna lash out Better yet, y′all niggaz party ′til you motherfuckin pass out!
[Chorus]
[Verse Three] C′mon! Throw yo′ hands up high y′all Light yo′ L, get high y′all Shit you can′t deny y′all Don′t lie y′all, don′t try y′all All my niggaz inside y′all C′mon, let′s start that shit y′all C′mon, and you know we won′t quit Then bang niggaz with hit after hit y′all, c′mon In the meantime nigga just pass me the Henny, c′mon Little Cris′ and a bottle of the Remi Write a bit and STILL sortin it out Flipmode up in this muh′fucka nigga, whatchu talkin about? Hold up - a lot of people ain′t compatible nigga They be buggin on how a nigga spend capital nigga Ain′t it funny how nature work? Hot shit′ll make ′em bounce ′til she really wanna make it hurt, c′mon
All my niggas dirty Hungry and thirsty Hitcha like 30 30 for watcha worst see Ya know we got to get this money Survival hungry
Verse One:
A yo ooh baby What I feel is just, ha The type of shit that make you act stupid for real, but a Ya′ll, before ya try to wear these you need to hear these Welcome all ya′ll to my world series Ya ya ya Elaborate on Busta Rhymes theories Ya ya ya I could bust your ass from half a ball Mcs Ya ya ya Never disrespect these monumental creating new flow The full blast we′ll hit′em hit′em hit′em high hit′em low And while your style will soften, then my mind will drift often To illusions of my lyrics given you massages in the coffin The boom shock ooh wee Horny nigga crash into a motherfuckin tree I visualize shit and we in the place to be Extra strength nigga bett′s ta mind the party Full fears I just pierce of in the place Make the spot look scarce and peruse Needles in ya face Fuck dumb shit straight up Keep it bouncin baby make sure you hold your wait up A ha Yea, just watch how the flow will change up for sure Rippin until my niggas walk out the door
Chorus
Verse Two:
Ya′ll, I refuse to lose Look at the news and read the interviews Flipmode is da squad A unit made of many crews Give me the whole entire wheel of fortune Makin a sacrifice no matter what the shit be coustin And while you coughing I be flawsine like a fuckin dolphin A lot of bitch rich niggas expernce extortion This hours born when I′ma form I drop a million in a one stony rocks on niggas like a fuckin hailstorm I pulnternal my new flow Put on your funeral home suit And exacuted with a bang shoop The blow torch been ignited Those who seem exited, ha I′ma bout ? bunch of bitch niggas and they extradited You soundin so sloppy Like a broken muffler draggin behind an older lobby Once the bomb drops here′s to aftermath Scientist tried to disscet my way and formulate my craft Worrying bout how I achieve things The way I antilze shit and how I proceed things My style is real like bear skin imported from the Pursuance Follow my excoriation all the way till you feelin the newer vibe version I complete the after feat Destroy who ever complicate the way how I eat Survival hungry nigga
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
[busta rhymes] Yeah.. busta rhymes now, flipmode now, check it See we in two-thousand-and-three already, catch up to us Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hah, huh
Now motherfuckin case closed The shit blow your speaker, keep turnin your base low Spaz out because I motherfuckin say so Before I blow this bitch like we down in waco Thick in cock diesel, that’s the way we roll Big truck shit, even my bitch whippin the range rov’ We ’bout to skyrocket and the way we go The way the bitches lookin love the way we blow Check it, we light shit up like broadway yo The crack-head rappers better just say no Before I turn stupid and back the heat slow Lay and wait for niggaz in the back street yo Weak flow, take your shit like I’m comin to repo Create a crowd scene and stack a bunch of people We bustin through the doors, shootin through your peephole The shoot that never miss is like shootin a free throw All you niggaz better go and..
[chorus: busta rhymes] Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people Put they body on the stretcher, carry they ass out Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people I’ll put they body on the stretcher, carry they ass out Call the ambulance
[rampage] Catch sixteen to remove your organs H-2-o ridin round in same orbits Notorious from new york to new orleans House come with the lake swimmin with dolphins Fifty keys with large proportions Caught a few niggaz on money extortions Niggaz snitch, f.b.i. is hawkin Call johnny cochran, yo this nigga is walkin Shit, we got to close down the club Me and my cousin bust, we like crockett and tubbs Pushin lambo’s, big chains and dubs Lead the flipmode security with snubs Uppin club levels, hundred g’s and up And if them ducks rollin bust I’m beatin it up The streets ain’t safe, yo we heatin it up The party’s on smash, now we tweakin it up The bitches want this dick so they eatin it up
[busta] now all you bitches better go and..
[chorus]
[rampage] Flipmode, we in heavy conjunction We shut it down in every function Beat you in yo’ head until your brain malfunction Yo bust, call the label, tell ’em we in production Pinky ring status so it’s no discussion Stop talkin shit, niggaz dodgin and duckin I’m cream cheese with the english muffin I still got respect in the flatbush junction, hey
[busta rhymes] Huh, it’s like we shakin down a dude We like a pack of dogs that come to take a nigga food My niggaz flip quicker than a fuckin interlude I beat niggaz head and blood drippin through a tube Peep bitch, I’m only here to change the fuckin mood And freeze you niggaz money like a nigga gettin sued And leave you in the church watchin your body gettin viewed Don’t get it fucked up or even misconstrued All you niggaz better go and..
(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
[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..
[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!!!!)