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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:15:09

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

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

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

Chorus: busta rhymes, ol dirty bastard

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

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

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

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

Verse one: busta rhymes, ol dirty bastard

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

Intro/outro 1/2

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

Chorus

Interlude: ol dirty bastard

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

Verse two: busta rhymes, ol dirty bastard

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

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

Chorus

Intro/outro

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:15:09

Busta Rhymes - Busta Move

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


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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:15:08

Busta Rhymes - Theres Not a Problem My Squad Cant Fix

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

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

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

Chorus: Busta Rhymes

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

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:15:07

Busta Rhymes - We Put it Down for Yall

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

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

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

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:15:05

Busta Rhymes - Watcha Come Around Here

Verse 1: spliff star

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

Verse 2: rah digga

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

Chorus:

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

Verse 3: baby sham

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

Verse 4: busta rhymes

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

Chorus

Verse 5: rampage

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

Verse 6: rocky marciano

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

Chorus

Verse 7: lord have mercy

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

Chorus

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:15:04

Busta Rhymes - Skit - (dialogue)

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:15:04

Busta Rhymes - What Do You Do When Youre Branded

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

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

[Chorus]

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:15:03

Busta Rhymes - Run For Cover

-rampage intro talk-

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

-rampage verse-

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

-repeat second rampage chorus-

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

-repeat second rampage chorus 2x-

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

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

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:15:03

Busta Rhymes - Trains, Planes & Automobiles

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:57

Busta Rhymes - Bus - a - Bus

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

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

Chorus: busta rhymes (repeat 2x)

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

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

Chorus 2x

(all right)

* busta ad libs to fade *

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:57

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

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

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

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:56

Busta Rhymes - Turn It Up Fire It Up

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

Yah, yah, yah...

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, hey, hey, yo hey...

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:54

Busta Rhymes - Everybody on The Line Outside

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

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

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

-repeat chorus-

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

-repeat chorus 2x-

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:53

Busta Rhymes - What′ Up

[scratched: "It′s the new!!"]

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

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

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

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

[Chorus]

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:53

Busta Rhymes - Fire It Up (Turn It Up)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHORUS′ 1 and 2

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:52

Busta Rhymes - Sound of The Zeekers

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

Oh!

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Done!

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:52

Busta Rhymes - You Ain′t Fuckin′ With Me

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

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

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

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:51

Busta Rhymes - A Quarter to Cutthroat

Verse 1: charlie brown

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

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

Verse 2: dinco d.

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

Verse 3: milo

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

Chorus

Verse 4: busta rhymes

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

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:51

Busta Rhymes - We Can Take It Outside

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

[Verse 1:]

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

[Chorus:]

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

[Verse 2:]

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

[Chorus]

[Verse Three:]

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

[Chorus 2X]

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:50

Busta Rhymes - What The Fuck You Want

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:50

Busta Rhymes - I Got Your Back

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

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

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

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

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

(busta rhymes)
A’yo where rah digga?

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I got your back (4x)

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:49

Busta Rhymes - Too Much on My Mind

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:48

Busta Rhymes - Shut Em Down

feat. Pete Rock

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

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

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

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:41

Busta Rhymes - A Trip Out of Town

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

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

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

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:41

Busta Rhymes - We Could Take

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:39

Busta Rhymes - Run The Show

(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

(chorus repeats 2x)

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:38

Busta Rhymes - Salute Da Gods

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
The Anarchy, Busta Rhymes shit c′mon!

Chorus: Busta Rhymes

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:36

Busta Rhymes - Betta Stay Up In Your House

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Chorus]

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Chorus]

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:34

Busta Rhymes - The Struggle Will Be Lost

[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

[Chorus]

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:34

Busta Rhymes - Hot Fudge

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...

Da Da Do Dee Da Do Da De Do Da Da Ohh Ohh Ohh
Do Da Do Dee Da Do Da De Do Da Da Oww Oww Oww

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

Da Da Do Dee Da Do Da De Do Da Da Ohh Ohh Ohh
Do Da Do Dee Da Do Da De Do Da Da Oww Oww Oww
Da Da Do Dee Da Do Da Ohh Ohh Ohh
Do Da Do Dee Da Do Da Oww Oww Oww

Numerals of funerals everyday (repeat 12X)

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:33

Busta Rhymes - Truck Volume

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

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

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

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

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:32

Busta Rhymes - Get Out

(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)


Get out, get out, get out of here
(Repeat x 4)

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:27

Busta Rhymes - Do the Bus a Bus

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)

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:25

Busta Rhymes - World Go Round

[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?

[Chorus]

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:25

Busta Rhymes - How Much We Grew

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

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

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

CHORUS

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

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

CHORUS repeats to end

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:25

Busta Rhymes - We Got What You Want

[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

[Hook]

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:24

Busta Rhymes - Light Your Ass On Fire

(feat. Pharrell Williams)

Clones..

[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

[Chorus]

[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!

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:23

Busta Rhymes - Love you

[intro]

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.

[Chorus]

[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

[chorus]

[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

[chorus]

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:23

Busta Rhymes - Dangerous

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

Chorus

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:22

Busta Rhymes - Ass On Your Shoulders

[People talking]

[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...

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:20

Busta Rhymes - Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad

Verse One: Jamal

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

Verse Two: Redman

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

Verse Three: Keith Murray

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

Interlude: Announcer

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

Verse Four: Rampage

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

Verse Five: Lord Have Mercy

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

Verse Six: Busta Rhymes

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:19

Busta Rhymes - Make it Hurt

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

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

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

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:18

Busta Rhymes - Survival Hungry

Chorus: repeat 3X

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

Chorus

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:17

Busta Rhymes - Live it Up

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

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

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

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

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

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:12

Busta Rhymes - Call the Ambulance

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

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

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

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

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

[chorus]

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

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

[chorus]

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:11

Busta Rhymes - Turn Me Up Some

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


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


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



Hook (Chorus)

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:10

Busta Rhymes - Pass The Courvoisier Part I

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:10

Busta Rhymes - Pass The Courvoisier Part II

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[P. Diddy]
Then shave it off

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[P. Diddy]
I like this

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[P. Diddy]
to spray it down

[Busta Rhymes]
Steamrollin you niggaz

[P. Diddy]
and lay it down

[Busta Rhymes]
Niggaz frontin with they thug image

[P. Diddy]
but we pay them no mind

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

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

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:07

Busta Rhymes - Bounce

Bounce (let me see ya throw it)


Bounce


Bounce
Bounce
Bounce nigga
Come on bounce
Come on bounce
Bounce
Come on bounce bitches
Come on bounce
Come on bounce
Come on bounce everybody
Come on bounce
Come on
Come on
Come on now

Im sayin bounce bitches come on bounce now
Yes yes y’all u know we takin it all see how we bringin the street
Callin the carnagie hall it be so funny to see how bad they wan’ it
Ya fall fuckin up sumtin me and my niggas me ready to brawl (ha)
Now I’m ready to call my niggas get off of the wall an run up in the club
Like how these bitches da runnin them all (huh) now we poppin the collar
Holla u need to follow the schlolar (hey yo) hustle fo dollars and rockin
It till manana my niggas so how we do it I do it for the love and the riches
My niggas hittin them switches I got to run from my bitches u fuck around yous
A gunna
Put the shit back in order and keep in mind that I might be fuckin
Somebodys daughter
My niggas that be keepin that gumma and hang on the corna bitches get the
Strippin and the shakin the shit how they wanna let me se it mamma and start
Showin ur shit I love the way u makin it bounce
And get it goin ur shit

Bounce
Represent where your from
Bounce let me see yah throw it
Bounce bounce let me see yah throw it
Bounce to all my ladies
Bounce I love the way you make it bounce
So let me see yah throw it bounce
Let me see yah throw it bounce
East coast niggas let me see ya throw it bounce
West coast niggas let me see ya throw it bounce
Dirty south niggas let me see yah throw it bounce
Midwest niggas let me see yah throw it bounce


Now let me warn yah (bounce) the way we comin you know we be bringin a storm
Ya’ll
Pack ya garden up watch all my niggas form y’all the way we always do it you
Sayin we wrong y’all but still be lovin the way we put it on y’all (owww babay)
I
Know you know I really mean well busy givin me head all up in side my v12
Female
Bitches throwin there pussy at retail all up in your face seein every inch of
Your detail now we rollin with bigger money we foldin crackin mo in the safe
For
Money we holdin hold on pause these bitches be dropping there draws getting
Flat on there stomach and poppin in it all on the floor come in to get us we
Tossin you niggas like lettuce leavin you beat up regreatn’ the moment you met
Us bitches open for bonen and fuckin they starving the lettuce sweaten and
Drippin starten on niggas and starten to wet us (so) check out the way that we
Rep’n when we comin to get it get the fuck out the club if yah ain’t roillin wit
It I be givin you bitches some shit you be want’n a goggle hittin these bitches
They focusing wantin a model
Wether you whipping up in a truck or u reven the throttle or you willin out in
The club
Or you throwin a bottle just let me see it mamma and start showin your shit i
Love the
Way you make it bounce and get to throwin your shit
Bounce
Represent where your from
Bounce let me see yah throw it
Bounce bounce let me see yah throw it
Bounce to all my ladies
Bounce I love the way you make it bounce
So let me see yah throw it bounce
Let me see yah throw it bounce
East coast niggas let me see ya throw it bounce
West coast niggas let me see ya throw it bounce
Dirty south niggas let me see yah throw it bounce
Midwest niggas let me see yah throw it bounce

Bounce

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:06