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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 - Hit Em Wit Da Heat

[rampage]
Yeah, lieutenant what!
Yeah, motherfucka
It’s flipmode
Yeah yeah, spliff, check it out, uh

[rampage]
Ramp, I’ve been ill since back in the days
Rockin’ shell-toed addidas with rags for my waves
Flipmode be the unit now I’m playin’ for the braves
I’m hardcore nigga that’s straight from the gutter
I used to play scully plus, hot peas and butta
Now I’m the nigga that’s runnin’ in your baby motha
Burgundy ac, you can call me ramp lova
And now I’m toppin’ pokey with my louisville slugger

[baby sham]
My squad is sick niggas who pop shit get pistol whipped
Get your wig pushed back, I react and snap
Like kodak, these cats get the picture
Put on level black suede timbs and come and get ya
My target is your feature
We all sport hoods like grim reapers
We shine in the dark blink of an eye the last spark
Get closed up, first thug nigga hold up
21st side see me rounding it up

Chorus: busta rhymes

See when we come through we got nuf shit to flaunt
Got u feelin’ it and your cousin even your aunt
Violate, we coming like ghost we gonna haunt
Hit you with the heat is that what you really want?
What you really want is that what you really want?
We hit you with the heat is that what you really want?
What you really want is that what you really want?
We hit you with the heat is that what you really want?

[spliff star]
Y’all niggas wanna test my squad, I doubt it doubt it
All that murder talk, gun talk, you talk, I’m ’bout it ’bout it
Nigga feel my vibe niggas see my vision
P-y-p nigga play your position
I fuck up this game and make the ref’ blow the whistle
My squad be the official, clique in this rap shit
Diss me on the record and watch, you get your ass kicked
Catch me on church ave, flickin blunt ashes

[rah digga]
Crazy, thinkin I can’t rock buttas
Wont take shit without no type floders
Hectic, rah on the ill dialect shit
Deliveries harder then girls in obstectrics
Ready to stay on
Smoother then rayon
Takin’ out niggas and all they liaisons
Mu’fuckas, black out season
Publishing resume steady increasing

Chorus

[lord have mercy]
Shanghai, shanghai
New sheriff in town
Rock america’s crown and hang ’em high
Who bangin’ a fist full?
Brandishing pistols
Pearl handles with the, family initials
Uh-uh, 24 karat gold variuos slow
Uh-uh, planet gets cold, get damaged for dough
Uh-uh!, savages off balance and blow traveling slow
Uh-uh!, in effect mode, y’all niggas know it

[busta rhymes]
Sayonara, send my rivals, slam a guy,
Be damned if i
Had to tell one, tell a lie, get paralyzed
Stay payed, rock shit made in ultra suede
Switch blade yo wack act back to first grade
Even if y’all never seen us you know y’all need us
Suck my penis from here to muthafucking venus
Think back when you was amazed and had to sit back
Imagining me ending your world like deep impact
Blood clot, watch me come through and bust a gunshot
Yeah people, come inside of your dance and done that

Chorus 2x

[busta rhymes]
Fuckin’ y’all up
Flipmode forever
Stays focused
Pay attention
Pay attention...*fades to phone interlude*

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:15:06

Busta Rhymes - We Goin To Do It To Ya

Aiyyo Mega′ gimme some of that barefoot jungle shit
and let me shake a leg nigga! (Megahertz)

Let′s give it to ′em
Yo, let′s give it to ′em
Yo, let′s give it to ′em
Busta Bust, let′s give it to ′em
Flipmode, let′s give it to ′em
Check it

[Verse One]
Ever felt the fire burn like this (burn like this)
You shocked that I′ve returned like this
Stern like shit′ll make you firm like this
C′mon, while we make the bitches yearn like this
Pearl white shit′ll make the world hype quick
and earl like knowin I′m bonin your girl like this
Act sweet (BOY) nigga we pack heat so (BACK BOY)
Stack money like a Backstreet Boy
Track sheet, never whack, bitches hittin in my back seat
Love my flick up in the Black Beat boy
So move your black feet boy, make bitches bounce to this
Don′t let me have to let the mac speak boy
Track meet boy, hundred meter dash, straight to the trash
You corny rhymin on them whack beats boy (C′MON)
And you know we rock on and on
And make the bitches wanna bounce, all night long and
And to my gettin money niggaz keep ballin (c′mon)
You know we bout to take it to the next mornin

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Get your big ass on the floor!
You know we goin′ do it to ya (alright)
You know we goin′ do it to ya (alright)
You know we doin′ do it to ya (alright) nigga

Get your big ass on the floor, C′MON!!

[Verse Two]
The Range Ro′ and everything you see is paid fo′ nigga, c′mon
Change flow and then we lay low
Chase mo′ money, fuck I wanna waste dough fo′
Stack peso, big money know my small money
probably bigger than your WHACK payroll
Money get your hands off of me...

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:15:05

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 - Everthing Remains Raw

Word up, let me just fuck with your mind, please
Aiy! Aiyyo-yo-yo, yo! Let me fuck up your mind
On time, showin, you the, rhythm
as I get wreck and get raw
Yeah I be the man, comin off, that be raw
It′s Busta Rhymes givin you much more
So...

Yo y′all (y′all) one more time I come
Knucklehead flow that make you act REAL DUMB
Yo (yo), I burn your food like Florence
Run up in your crib like my name was search warrants
Shut your mouth nigga don′t you complain
Fix you up, mix you with cut like pro-caines
Ooh!! Insane to your brain
Right on your subconscious, I leave my SHIT stain
I be the mostest with rhyme overdoses
Hot stepping over shit like Ini Kamoze′s
Sick lyrics like multiple sclerosis
Focus, while I display flows ferocious
Weak niggaz just fall and keep tumbling
Distribute lyrics like I′m hand to hand herb hustling
Hardcore like Quick Draw McGraw
Fuck what you heard you ain′t heard this before

I make sure everything remains raw [4X]

Yo, when I step in the place I leave damages
Nuff bandages on pussy from miscarriages
Yo, watch me bring the newest recipe
Fuck you up quick and condemn you all with leprosy
Let me hit you with flows, that come various
Hahh, send you home and make you lie bout your alias
Ha-ha, niggaz can′t see my routine
When I round up my Flipmode niggaz and get cream
Hey, you! You know what the fuck I mean
Now I′m on the scene, stepping through like Mean Joe Green
Now I′m making you feel the extreme
Till I black you out then turn on my real high beam
Oh shit, now I got your brains fried
Once you inhale smoke from my flow, CARBON MONOXIDE!
Use your imagination, let me take you higher
Rain hail snow earthquakes, Earth Wind & Fire
Yo, hit the dirt, get on the floor
I′m that outlaw nigga living right next door
You should just roll out the red carpet
All movin targets, I got you open like supermarkets
(Word up, word up) Yo yo, there′s only five years left
While niggaz is scared to death they breathe they last breath
Days of my Life goes on, word is bond
I make you feel my proton, neutron, and electron
Yo, I be the number one icon
Word to the holy Qu′ran, I rock on and on
On and on, hey, on and on and on
You won′t understand when I form Voltron
Hahahaha, everything remains raw

[in background:] I make sure everything remains raw [7X]

Word is bond, niggaz don′t really understand shit
Niggaz don′t motherfuckin know y′all, hahah
Flipmode is the motherfuckin Squad y′all, hahah
I make sure everything remains raw, hahah
Word is bond, niggaz don′t know the real shit
There′s only five years left! Word is bond
Niggaz don′t know though
There′s only five years left! Hahah
Remember that nigga, all you, remember that
There′s only five years left! Hahaha

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 - We Got Cha Opin (Part 1)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:15:03

Busta Rhymes - 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 - We Got Cha Opin (Part 2)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:15:02

Busta Rhymes - What My Niggas Want

[cam’ron]
You the type to say I rap, I rhyme, look I freestyle
Rap is played out ain’t shit here for free child
Me and chris lighty checks is what we see child
Ice won’t get you sea sick bitch, it get you c now
Diplomat treat you like a beer bottle twist your cap
Hustler shit, you never sold a bit of crack
Chain you might get it snatched, down to the latch
Since I went to get it back yo what type of shit is that
Picture that, wrist is rapped 37 blunted
How many diamonds you got on? shit 37 hundred
I’m stunting pissy popping by the bottle
Got nothing under the trench and I’m not from colorado
Your acting a little like your rapping to riddles
Got harlem looking like we a pack of skittles
I’m a tyko fanatic, phsyco sematic,
Type blow ? gamatic? , life go dramatic
Hydro’s a habit bitch

[busta rhymes](chorus)
All my niggas who’s ready to ride niggas, what what
All my soldiers and my living foul niggas, what what
Money niggas, what what, thug niggas, what what,
Grimy niggas, whatwhat,
Big gun niggas, what what
All my bitches that’s ready to wild with me, what what
And fuck a hole away in the ground with me, what what
Money bitches, what what, thug bitches, what what,
Corporate bitches, what what
All the above bitches

[cam’ron]
Imagine a ho kissing me, a ho dissing me
No I can’t have that, not from rottisearre
Roglissere, gators so slippery
Best affiliated with the movie misery
I make you kids learn, when your car gone,
Crib burned, jim jones shit permed like big ern
And you speak that gang gang slang,
Gun like pop from boomerangbang bang bang
That girl looking, you packing a whore,
Slapping a whore, foot sweppers slacking the door
Laughing for sure, yeah that shit happend before
Bitch flurting with me, her man tapping the jaw
What I’m drunk about, what I smoke skunk about
Hope you make it to that year prince sung about
All these years dripping and ducking
Stay with birds the ones I was flipping and fucking
Ya heard
(chorus)

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:58

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

[Rampage]:

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

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:57

Busta Rhymes - Shorty (Shawty)

feat. Chingy, Fat Joe, Nick Cannon

[Intro]
New York put it on the floor
New York put it on the floor (what, c′mon)
Cali put it on the floor
Cali put it on the floor ("Love Don′t Cost A Thing")
Miami put it on the floor
Miami put it on the floor
Atlanta put it on the floor
Atlanta put it on the floor (Just Blaze)

[Verse 1 - Busta Rhymes]
Yo, watch how the women start sniffin around
When we be rippin it down, we got ′em stickin around
The way they love the kid, like I′m the king of the town
The way my money stack stupid, got ′em flippin around, and got ′em diggin
the sound
I know you look finger lickin
and baby girl, I only use my dough for trickin or chicken
Listen, cooked food shorty fatten my tummy
You can go in and out my slacks, don′t touch my money
Even though you lookin good and it was nice to meet ya
You be lucky if you even get a slice of pizza, from me (c′mon)
Before you ever try to touch my money clip
I′ll put you on the corner walkin up and down the money strip (now look it
here)
Honey dip, better find another dummy quick
Homie tryna stunt, better jump inside a money whip (go on)
And see what you can get, and keep it over there
You better try your luck, cause you ain′t gettin nothin over here

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
I think you need to move it to the left
(Shorty)
Move it to the left
(Shorty)
If you ain′t got your own paper, I don′t suggest you hold your breath
(Shorty)
Keep it right
(Shorty)
You better keep it tight
(Shorty)
You better bring money out ya crib, cause you ain′t gettin none of mine
tonight
(Shorty)

[Verse 2 - Chingy]
Ma let me see you twist it like a centipede
I keep a stack of that, plus some Hennessey
Since I got rich, I keep a lot of enemies
But trip and it′s like that, cause I′ve been a G
Look at the way these women tend to grin at me
I like the way she shake it with a lot of energy
Magnums, alcoholic freaks the remedy
I′m the young Donald Trump, is y′all hearin me?
Girls on the sideline, yeah they cheerin me
Ask her "can she drive a stick?" now she steerin me
Man I′m sick, no it ain′t no curin me
C to the H to the I-N-G ... Y

[Chorus] - w/ ad libs

[Verse 3 - Fat Joe]
Yeah, uh, yo, uh
Put that ass up on the floor
+Make it clap+ when you seen cats pass through the door (uh)
I ain′t tryna act gas at all
Chicks attack like he′s "Joe Crack, The Boss"
Played it back, cause I be so paranoid
I got a wife, but baby please don′t back it off (uh)
She understood that, said "what′s good, Crack?"
Got me screamin "where the hood, where the hood rat"
Mami I ain′t gotta pop the piston
But the rocks got a gleam, so hard to miss ′em
So I, cut the chase, took her out the place
Put her in a bed, put smile on her face (uh)
She don′t know "Joe Crack the Don"
Never spend no type of real cheese on a broad
All I keep is 100 G′s, limit credit cards
Could you believe we could spend it all
Talk to ′em, c′mon

[Break]
New York put it on the floor
New York put it on the floor
Jersey put it on the floor
Jersey put it on the floor
V.A. put it on the floor
V.A. put it on the floor
Chi-town put it on the floor
Chi-town put it on the floor

[Verse 4 - Nick Cannon]
Just work shorty, you gon′ work for this little bit of change
Side order of pimpin, little bit of game
What ya know gon′ hurt, just a little bit of pain
When I rip your skirt from your little bitty frame
Whole lot trickin, whole lotta cash
Shorty on Nick with a whole lot of ass
Fly guy, Antonio Vargas
Carrera Porsche′s we ain′t even parkin
Valet, alligator Air Forces
Waves in my head have them chicks gettin nauseous
Let ′em cause the fame, my dough, your world
So shake it like a na-na-nasty girl

[Chorus] - 2X

[Outro]
BK put it on the floor
BK put it on the floor (Flipmode)
BX put it on the floor
BX put it on the floor (TS)
St. Louis put it on the floor
St. Louis put it on the floor (DTP)
Philly put it on the floor
Philly put it on the floor (no doubt) (*fade*)

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:55

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

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

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

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

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:54

Busta Rhymes - 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 - This is What Happens

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

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

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

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

Chorus

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

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

Chorus

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:52

Busta Rhymes - 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 - 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 - The Whole World Lookin At Me

Chorus 3x:
The whole world lookin′ at me
Watchin and waitin to see
If I fullfill my destiny

The whole world lookin′ at me
Uh, my interruption cause a major concussion
Dome piece swollen son you need a cup of Bufferin
Peep my post reduction, hey
Follow my instruction
Bounce back my repercussion
Cause mass destruction
Fuck around strain ya til ya plan malfunction
Sit cha ass down, hey
Bouncin out ta Flushin
Check extra P by the boom weed from a Russian
I remember when I used ta rhyme for extra nothin
I got so much ta offer every time I tell you somethin
I′ma bout ta drop it, you could never stop it
Let me quickly chop it
Still a lot of niggas analyze before profits
The rhyme at new gossip
Hold your head and shoulders yo I roll with evil holders
Dealin with the facts, I hold the silence in the folders
Did you know how to knock it from concussion into comas
Test shit, I pull your valve from out your breast kid
Mess with, shit like this after God blessed it

Chorus 2x

The whole world lookin′ at me
Uh, I′m bout to cause chaos steady bustin ya bra′s
Which to witch craft, my chemistry what cha say os
Fuck the bullshit
Livin in the zone of my renaissance
My squad stay formin like the Muslims down in Dames
Split ya fuckin frame like we raisin splittin cigars
I be workin wonders
My squad formin numbers
Christopher Columbus
Discover how you speed out swellin like you cumbus
My name be rollin thunders
My degrees multiply the heat more this summer
My flows got so much rhythm, substitute the drummer
Yo fuck that, focusin about the front runner
Who you think you is
You better stay protected
Walkin out the do

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:49

Busta Rhymes - Wife In Law

[Jaheim]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah,
Yeah yeah yeah yeah...
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah...
Jah and Busta-Bus (Heh)
Jaheim and Busta baby (Heh)
Jah and Busta baby...

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah.. wife in law, my bitch for the triflin whore
Type of bitch to make a nigga get the right things for
Bitch sexy, and beautiful, and gangsta, and golden
Love to fuck a nigga till the pussy dry and swollen
My lil′ bitch had a figure like a wine glass
Slim bitch stackin like a muhfucker with a fine ass
Word to mother; bitch nasty like me
Love to fuck a nigga in places where people could see
The bitch send a chill like cold freezin a nigga
The way she holdin and bitin and suckin and squeezin a nigga
Down and dirty bitch never dick teasin a nigga
Got her own paper and focused on pleasin a nigga
She ain′t out for gettin a nigga or fuckin my life
She only wanna fuck a nigga while he fuckin his wife
There was nuttin she couldn′t achieve
In the mornin bitch was across the street waitin for wifey to leave
Called me on the cell while the wife was runnin a bath
She can′t wait for me to fuck her, till I cum in her ass
Just a long-time chick I used to fuck from the past
She love to out-fuck a nigga, see how long I could last
It be nice the way she always let me dig in her rib
The bitch fuck a nigga like she wanna move in my crib
Bitch I always knew ya ass was a star
In the daytime, whippin the droptop, givin me head in my car

[Chorus - Jaheim]
When a woman needs love, just like you do
Oh, don′t kid yourself, into thinkin that you don′t
Cuz she will fool around, just like you do
Ohh, don′t kid yourself, into thinkin that she won′t

[Busta Rhymes]
C′mere bitch and place ya pussy right where it belong
And put me in the mood to fuck just like a Jodeci song
I love the little freaky shit you be approachin me on
Dick all in ya mouth, you know what type of shit I be on
The way the pussy lock feel like we about to be stuck
All outside busy, givin me the balcony fuck
Hold on get up off of me quick
Bitch grab the X.O. and suck the Hennessey up off of my dick
So quick, so fast, bitch′ll come out her skirt
Fuck a nigga till it hurt, while the wifey at work
The bitch′ll even call her girl so I can fuck with her friend
And fall asleep to wake up and start fuckin again
Straigh nasty little bitch no horsin around
The bitch even want me to fuck her when she walkin around
Hold up, it′s kinda ill how we be workin the caper
She ain′t only good for pussy, she be givin me paper
Wife-in-law, my bitch be always keepin it raw
Always slidin out before the wifey walk in the door
They way she fuck me on straight for the night
Wifey still ain′t make it home, I wonder if she workin late for tonight
Wifey actin funny style but I ain′t fuckin with that
She ain′t call the crib so I wonder where wifey was at
Hmmm.. shit kinda had me buggin before
But now I laugh because wifey had a husband-in-law

[Chorus 2x]

Heh... Heh...

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:43

Busta Rhymes - Why We Die

[DMX]
Uhh, that′s some shit..
..that that that niggaz ain′t even seen before
That′s that shit! (Motherfuckers ain′t never seen
nothing like this before, for real man)
It′s goin down baby, uhh..
UHH! Busta Rhymes
WHAT?! Uhh, DMX nigga
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh

I see ghosts clearly; even though, most don′t hear me
They still wanna get near me - fear me, so I′m leary
Kinda eerie what I′m feelin - from the floor, to the ceilin
Straight through the roof, want the truth?
I kinda miss robbin and stealin
cause it kept a nigga hungry, only eatin when I starved
I was ugly, so I robbed, no one loved me, shit was hard
Went to God once in a while when it got a little too hectic
He was the only one I knew that I respected (WHY?)
Didn′t know why, didn′t know what I was livin was a lie
If I ain′t shit then, why should I try
See, plenty niggaz die, over dumb shit, up in the hood
Real good heart, but up to no good
Thought I did what I could, but I guess it, wasn′t enough
The Devil told me it would happen but I kept callin his bluff
When it rains it pours now, my pains are yours
as yours are what′s mine, define, revolvin doors (nigga!)

Chorus: Busta Rhymes

(Why?) All my niggaz tell me (why) tell me (we die)
Cause we crazy with it, quick to blaze you with it
From in my soul to every word that I curse
with all the agony expressed in this verse;
let me ask my niggaz (why?)
My niggaz tell me (why) tell me (we die)
Because we Gods nigga (and) we go the yard nigga
Because I walk the ground under my feet
and keep it live and stay in tune with the street
Now let me ask my niggaz (why?)

[Jay-Z]
They say the good die young, in the hood where I′m from
I only got one question to that - why the fuck am I here?
I look to the air, I ask God, "Love me please,"
but in reality, only people that hug me is thieves
Same niggaz that send shots through my rugby sleeves
They wanna, slug me and leave, I′m thinkin it must be me
Please shed light, the hood′s dark
I did my dirt but got a good heart
Shouldn′t that count for somethin?
I was told I′d amount to nothin, most of my childhood
Like (??) it was stuntin my growth
Seperated me from the shit I was wantin the most
Felt myself comin close to pumpin them O′s
Lump in my throat, chest poked out, face was poker
Tryin to, erase my ghostes, chase the smokers
Got demons on both shoulders,
tryin to chauffeur my life through the streets
In other words nigga my will was weak
Please feel what I speak,
this ain′t your average ordinary jargon
weak rap niggaz be talkin
This shit is deep, from the mind of Busta, ′X and me
To all my fallen soldiers, rest in peace, til we meet niggaz

Chorus w/ minor variations

[Busta Rhymes]
I must be cuckoo, like I respect the new-you, never
See you too could get it through your FUBU sweater
like a nigga when he walk in the dark, trespassin
on a nigga land, shots echo loud in the park
I live and die for all the shit I believe
And rep for everything I stand for
with every single breath I breathe
Like the intake from cigarette smoke, it′s like you inhale
the demon in the gutter stressed struggled and broke
If the shit was all over tomorrow, I′d leave a treasure
for my kids with a legacy for my CHILDREN to follow
You know it′s funny how the good die first
Get the peppin in your steppin faggot nigga
cause you could die worse
Hold on, you know I cut off my arm, in the name of reppin
REAL NIGGAZ in the midst of droppin this bomb
Allah blessin me to rep for the better, and carry on
somethin great and keep a nigga name livin forever!

Chorus w/minor variations

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:42

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 - What It Is

Yeah
Flipmode
Neptunes nigga
What you want nigga, yeah
What you want bitches
Keep it goin, c’mon
Keep it goin, c’mon
Keep it goin, c’mon
C’mon, c’mon

[verse 1]
Who be the father to this
Bounce right here niggas be followin this
Modelin bitches be frontin and be swallowin this
Carry on and yellin, screamin, be hollerin this
Flipmode co-signed to be the sponsor for this
What? to conquer this you need to march on for this
What? ha, bitches just shake it and wiggle
And start to bake and just giggle
And then get naked a little and shit
Sweat drippin off they face and they nipple and shit
Niggas wildin til they be all tired and crippled and shit
Yeah you buggin on how we be doin it to ya
Til you hate our niggas and shit just like bullets was travelin through ya
Now, from right to left with a capital f
We gon’ keep this shit hot to death and we stoppin your breath
Drinkin and buggin and fuckin with them hoes again
But it’s nothing cuz y’all niggas know we ’bout to blow again

Hook: kelis and busta
Busta, what it is right now
Yeah
Busta, what it is right now
Eh-heh, eh-heh
Busta, what it is right now
Yeah, eh-heh, eh-heh
Busta, what it is right now
What you want? eh-heh, eh-heh
Busta, what it is right now
Yeah, eh-heh, eh-heh, eh-heh
Busta, what it is right now
Yeah, what-chu...
Busta, what it is right now
What you want now
Busta, what it is right now
Flipmode, c’mon, c’mon

[verse 2]
Let me show you what it is right now
Let me... step up and handle my biz right now
Niggas don’t even know what it is right now
Got ’em mad as if I was bonin they wiz right now
So let me dig right now all in your ass way she bouncin got my...
Bubbly startin to fizz right now
Ayo, fuck it shit is feeling kinda big right now
Got ’em ready to split a couple of wigs doin tricks wit her ass
Shoulda seen what shorty did right now
Got me stuck on just takin her back to my crib right now
C’mon, the way shorty throwin that ass all over the place
Why shorty dizzy tryin to throw it all up in my face
Oooh... so what you got right now
Cuz we comin to blow the whole entire spot right now
Nigga we hot right now, all you other niggas move your shit over
Because we comin take your slot right now

Hook

[kelis]
This be the beat to rock for the street
More hot shit we givin you more heat
Feelin that bounce bangin the concrete
Bangin in the club and bangin it in your jeep
Flipmode squad 2001
Wave your hands and rep where you from
We keepin it street cuz that’s how we live
It’s what it is baby, it’s what it is baby

[verse 3]
C’mon
See what it is is that we smokin got you open my nigga
Reppin til the very last word is spoken my nigga
Think we jokin we be makin niggas soakin they clothes
While niggas is runnin and wildin busy scopin these hoes
Bitches is runnin and wildin scopin niggas wit dough
While we keepin niggas open like we smokin the ’dro
Heh, see what it is is that we create a ruckus
Cuz that’s what we love to do muh’fuckas, c’mon

Hook

Flipmode nigga, c’mon
Violator muh’fucka, c’mon
We got kelis muh’fucka, c’mon
Neptunes muh’fucka, c’mon, yeah
Bus-a-bus muh’fucka, c’mon , yeah
Everybody in the spot, c’mon, yeah
What it is right now, c’mon
Bus’ll tell ya what it is right now, c’mon
Bus’ll tell ya what it is right now, c’mon
2001 hot shit, c’mon
Hot shit, hot shit, hot shit, c’mon

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:35

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 - When Disaster Strikes

Yeah..
Good God!

(in background: "Tra-la-la-la-lah" *4X*)
Yeah, for all you motherfuckers across the whole entire galaxy
Busta Rhymes and the whole entire Flipmode Squad
Back at y′all motherfuckers in 1997
(in background: "Tra-la-la-la-lah" *4X*)
Hah, When Disaster Strikes, When Disaster Strikes
Take a look and sit on the sidelines and bear witness
Hah!

On and on, return from the future like a centurion
All my affili-ates.. let′s stack another mill-ion
While you learn on how the words go to my motherfucking song
Watch me puts it on.. it keeps you open all day long
The way we fuck shit up you thinkin somethin must be wrong
Set the high standards for corny niggaz to get the gong
Bleach your ass blonde and black your color back to bronze
On Happy Days I be the coolest nigga like The Fonz
So spectacular how I touch souls from here to Africa
My Zimbabwe niggaz bangin my joints up in they Acura
Pssh, OOH! Makin you feel the funk from bumper to bumper
Drive an imported 500 in foreign license plate numbers, ha ha
Laugh at ya, oh, me and my passengers
flip ass niggaz over quick like frying pan spatulas
Why do you be wastin your time, bein mad at us?
Every voice should sing and help the music sound miraculous!

(in background: "Tra-la-la-la-lah" *4X*)
Yes yes y′all! Flipmode Squad y′all
We reign supreme in 1997
When Disaster Strikes, you will all feel
(in background: "Tra-la-la-la-lah" *4X*)
When Disaster Strikes, you will all see
When Disaster Strikes, you will all bear witness
to The Most High Exalted

Yo.. now check it out, yo
I keeps flows so ridiculous
Rhyme flow taste good like a handful of cherry licorice
Practice your rhyme or be the local practitionist
Well you can try bein a doctor or bein a local obstetricianist
See, you can be somethin
Quit tryin to work so fuckin hard to-wards nothin
This rhyme shit was never designed for every swollen muffin
Yo, I′m sayin..
Why y′all niggaz think that y′all could really see my Squad?
And if we hit you hard that′s when you feel the power of the God
Do it right and big up my peeps and A*Alikes
On alike, repel, especially feel When Disaster Strikes
Extremely delicate like the blowin out of candlelights
The quiet killings of projects niggaz whenever they wanna fight
That type of shit that shine and blind a nigga eyesight, aiiight?
We keepin it tight, y′all niggaz don′t want it right?
You will never ever get no wins inside _mi casa_
We killin all impostors like we kill the cucurachas
Bounce to award ceremonies like we winnin Oscars
Rhymin rastas, eatin enough exotic pasta, hah! Yo..
We keep it movin for all of y′all
Freak y′all niggaz out while I′m makin y′all niggaz fall
Disaster will hitcha quick any time you wanna brawl
Perm, press, a nigga back, peel them of the wall
So tell me, why do you be wastin your time, bein mad at us?
Every voice should sing and help the music sound miraculous!

(in background: "Tra-la-la-la-lah" *4X*)
Hah, oh yes y′all!
This situation.. has now been brought before your very eyes
And as we carry on Flipmode Squad continues to conquer the world
(in background: "Tra-la-la-la-lah" *4X*)
When Disaster Strikes, you will all fear
When Disaster Strikes, you will all bear witness
to The Most High Exalted, hah!

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:28

Busta Rhymes - Ready For War

[Busta Rhymes]
Tri-lateral commission
Berkowitz, Fizzy Wo′, Bust-Down
(AiYAHHHHHHHHH!)

Chorus: Busta Rhymes + M.O.P.

Everytime I take a look, the only thing I see is
MY LIVE NIGGAZ IN THE SPOT
Tell me what y′all want
GIVE ME EVERYTHING YOU GOT
Y′all niggaz ready to do it
LET′S BLOW THE MOTHERFUCKIN SPOT
All my niggaz
ATTENTION.. (LOUD AND CLEAR)
WHERE MY NIGGAZ READY FOR WAR? (WE RIGHT HERE!)
GET EM (WHEN WE SPOT EM) HIT EM (KID WE GOT EM)
WHERE MY NIGGAZ READY FOR WAR? (WE RIGHT HERE!)

[Billy Danze]
I got reason to believe, some of you niggaz feel
the man isn′t live and direct (GET AT EM BILL!)
LONG, breathe easy pop, this is Hip-Hop
in the HARM WAY, we do it the war way, all day
I never procrastinate (you shouldn′t)
I′m from where the war games fascinate (you couldn′t)
You wouldn′t believe what they′ve been tellin me
The perfect match is jail and me
cause I was born with a felony (uh uh uh)
Fuck that! How this shit look
when a nigga stretched out, with his chest out
and a mess out in Brooklyn, HI-YAHHHHHH

[Busta Rhymes]
Y′all motherfuckers is back?!
Y′all motherfuckers don′t know how to act
Y′all motherfuckers attack!!

[Billy Danze]
And those motherfuckers are wack, I travelled a rocky road
Swift to the Flipmode, quick grip for the unload
Father forgive me for my sins
but I′ma raise hell to the bitter end - I′m a soldier!

Chorus

[Lil′ Fame]
Fuck the bullshit! I kick a bone out yo′ ass
Hardrock nigga?! I kick a stone out yo′ ass!
Warning, to all those, caps get peeled
quicker than e-mail to your ass sayin, "Kill kill kill!"
Curb chasin, straight lacin, with a Mac-10 blazin
Split yo′ ass up like a Temptation
You cats is animated cartoons (WHO YOU?)
The return of Goodfellas Part Two
BITCH throw your fuckin guns up, put your fuckin hands down
HOT FLAMES UP, [buck you with], (BUSTA BUST DOWN)
We sneak the guns right in, y′all keep tryin
and I′ma check all pussies like a G-Y-N
Open up your can of "Whoop Ass"; I′ll open up
a fresh can of "I′ll Fuck Yo′ Ass Up Quick Fast"
Flipmode, M.O.P. Fizzy Wo-mack, Wo-mack
Y′all know who the fuck I am!

Chorus

[Busta Rhymes]
Aiyyo yo-yuh-yo, and now I hear no one
(you) would let less than a motherfucker fear no one
None of y′all niggaz don′t really wanna fuck with the dread
The street brawler stomp your face into the back of yo′ head
C′mon now, I′m quick to roast fry boil and even toast a guy
Multiply the ghosts like the world′s greatest coke supply
Shit changed, you sellin WEED over the damn computer
Introduce the millenium STOMP nigga for the future
I be that prime honorary nigga
that′ll voluntarily blast the last, Tom & Jerry ass nigga
And write raps to the sound of these gats
Perhaps my raps will paralyze a bitch-ass and make him collapse
Yo, see they be quick to bust they fashion of a calico
My niggaz Berkowitz and that other motherfucker Fizzy Wo′
Mashin through the city yo, and the foot it don′t lie
Ready to blow this bitch up at the drop of a dime

Chorus

[ad libs for about 8 seconds before fade]

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:28

Busta Rhymes - What it is right now

What it is right now

Let me show you what it is right now,
I’m quick to flip,hit you on right on,stack chips,shit lookin’ sick right now,
Can’t help it I’m a pimp right now,but i’ma do whateva you think right now,
Let em come lookin at me getta grip right now.

Not one of y’all hoochies could move me right now,
Went from gap to guess to fuckin’ gucci right now,
Comin’ for your title,all liable right now,
So if you all wanna be rich read a Bible right now,
Busta bus be corrupt,watch me spit at the block,
In between the big screen like vivica fox,
The new album showing no mercy right now,
Comin’ worse than eminem,what it is at now.

Busta what it is right now,busta what it is right now,
Busta what it is right now,busta what it is right now,
Busta what it is right now,busta what it is right now,
Busta what it is right now,busta what it is right now.

We got you stuck right now,
We lookin for bitches to fuck at now,chickens and peacocks so duck right now,
Different birds with feathers to pluck right now,
Yo we pull up in the truck right now,
All black 740 deluxe right now,niggaz hate so self destruct right now,
Wishin’ I was takin’ the bus right now.

Lets get it on right now,feeel it all right now,
Bit em’ small and skin em’ all right down,
A wide variety of kicks,and 9 times out of 10 i’ma bag a bitch,
And I’m a get some right now,i mean right now,
I’ll fuck a white girl in a tail,
Right now,things are like iron mike right now,
Throw hard rights and knock em out right now.

Busta what it is right now,busta what it is right now,
Busta what it is right now,busta what it is right now,
Busta what it is right now,busta what it is right now,
Busta what it is right now,busta what it is right now.

Its q b right now,niggaz is wondering who he’s right now,
Heat a nigga wit 20 on v’s right now,pushin’ the whip on empty streets now,
Ma,you catch a cab right now,with the cap down,i’ma pour some clips right now,
Die slow niggaz is pickin’ they seats now,
Let it gleam right now,close your eyes no sound.

Thought I told you what it is at now,
You ain’t got to guess ain’t no fucking quiz right now,
Top billing like milton gibbs right now,
Busta bus the motherfucking grand whiz right now,
In case you ain’t know it’s busta rhymes right now,
Stoppin’ your bank taking bills right now,
Your little bitch came fuckin’ wit a pro right now,
Seen better bitches,so go to where it is right now

Busta what it is right now,busta what it right at now.

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:27

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 - Wild Hot

Q-tip:i got the busta bust
Yo, we make the shit wild hot
Busta:we got kamaal
Complete, we make the shit wild hot
Q-tip:i got the busta bust
Yo, we make the shit wild hot
Both:all y’all rude boys lick a shot (gun shot)

Q-tip:i be the all-i-seein’
The mcin’
Human bein’
Soon to be in your museum
When I’m in your colisseum
I’m mcin’
Punishin’ wack niggas for disagreein’
Did you see him?
No, ’cause he move like the wind, in flight
Counter-attack like a jedi knight
If you’re goin’ to think about combatin’
General latin
Of this mc shit you did, killa
You just a private in the lower class
I be the upper at your lawn
Don juan, when the mic’s on
Chief abstract, ace quasimoto
Fuckin’ with me, you’ll be finished like photo
I’m sure to bust your shit like bolo
Black nation needs a team, fuck solo
I can see ya in your eyes the webness
When your ass starts to cry it’s redness
You can witness the style that I kick from the linguistics
But please come, so save it
Dealin’ with the try, but you never can
My nigga busta rhymes about to get his man
Ay yo, we do it like this and then we do it like that
It’s the abstract with the new format
We do it like this and then we do it like that
It’s the busta bust with the new format

Busta:figaro, figaro, figaro
Bust yo shit, scar yo windpipes and make me break yo elbow
Put my foot in your ass slow
Feel the force like a race horse or like a heard of buffalo
Teel me why you be actin’ soft
Freak the spanish flow
Like julio ? lepingpacndahoe?
Freeze like chilly willy the eskimo
Vigilante like steven segal
Now bust the desperado
You fuckin’ with the all time pros
While the zoom lens ammorate niggas from transistor radios
Mission impossible without expose
Once I diagnose those who be creepin’ blow ’em off they tippy toes
Sorry, fake nigga that’s how it goes
Sport the suede-front bullet proof vests in case
You complicate my dough
Handle situations pronto
While appearances got you all hearin’ this when I be doin’ cameos
Shit be wild hot like tabasco
Fuck the fool-ass nigga trespass and caught him in my last zone
Stick a nigga bad like the last hole
Runnin’ up on muthafuckas late night jumpin’ out the astro
No, no,no,no,no
If you violate I start to dictate just like fidel castro
Make you dreadlock yo’ afro
And when I’m done I ride of with theme music by my man d’angelo
We make the shit wild hot

Chorus (x3)

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:23

Busta Rhymes - We Made It

[ft. Linkin Park]

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Fast Rap)

(chorus-Chester Bennington:)
Together we made it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ohhhh singing

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:21

Busta Rhymes - This Means War!

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

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

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

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

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

Nobody helps them
Now he has his revenge

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

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

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:20

Busta Rhymes - Bladow

Now (now)
Ready for wylin′ my niggas
Let′s set it like we on an island my niggas
I′m with it (What what what what)
Yo
My clique startle bitches
With a remarkable sparkle
For my bitches with me (What what what what)
You know we stay dumb
And keep shop running
Just the like the 24-hour deli
The way y′all niggas be popping that shit you be talking
Y′all niggas don′t mean nothing
But a 24-hour celly
To talk that funny shit
To someone you know
While I bag these bitches
And take them to 24-hour telly
Type of chickens to let me get in they belly
Little sexy thug bitches
Who want me to fuck them to Makeveli
Then get with my niggas and smoke up a ounce
Crowd up in whatever amounts
Making bitches skip to my bounce
So whenever we be shining like diamond
Fresher than the fragrance of limon
When we strike
It′s all in the timing
Corporate niggas ball on how we be stylin′
Fucking with huge contracts
With white beaters on
On the day of the signing
Making all my bitches check for this shit
My live niggas know the truth
That′s why they always got respect for this shit

[Chorus:]
Bust one for me, Bladow!
All my niggas holding they gun with me, Bladow!
And resting and stacking they ones with me, Bladow!
My peeps who hang around where I′m from with me, Bladow!
Who run with me, Bladow!
Bust one for me, Bladow!
My bitches that′ll fuck till they cum with me, Bladow!
Wylin′ at me, having they fun with me, Bladow!
In this club all they keep beating they drums with me, Bladow!
In a slung with me, Bladow!
Bust one for me, Bladow!

And now we mash y′all
Harass y′all
Until the shit we doing pass y′all
You know we steadily, readily
Give it to niggas
And blow up the spot for niggas
Before we do the dash y′all
Yo
Ain′t nothing wrong until we perform
Y′all niggas know we bout to blast y′all
Fast
Me and my niggas crash the party
If my niggas were shitters
Splash bitches before we flash y′all
Now what′s up
All of my niggas salute
Where we get busy
Gimme me my loot
All way up in a box with a suit
Shit that I tell you will all be the truth
Stay on a live nigga recruit
And take y′all niggas back to the root
Tying my laces all up in my boot
All the bitches say that I′m cute
Blowing on it just like a flute
And now
Before we blind y′all
We shine and remind y′all
Should be gappy
Always one of a kind y′all
We constructing a new design y′all
Better keep up my niggas
Because you will get left behind y′all
Let us bust a bottle of wine now
And celebrate in the name of them niggas
That control the times now
Now watch it
As we just pick up the pace
You just might a hole in your face
My crew might take a whole of the space
Completely
Obligated just to keeping you dumming
And get the breaking all the shit up in club
Once you know that we coming
My bitches check for this shit
My live niggas know the truth
That′s why they always got respect for this shit

[Chorus:]
Bust one for me, Bladow!
All my niggas holding they gun with me, Bladow!
And resting and stacking they ones with me, Bladow!
My peeps who hang around where I′m from with me, Bladow!
Who run with me, Bladow!
Bust one for me, Bladow!
My bitches that′ll fuck till they cum with me, Bladow!
Wylin′ at me, having they fun with me, Bladow!
In this club all they keep beating they drums with me, Bladow!
In a slung with me, Bladow!
Bust one for me, Bladow!

Yeah
To all my niggas and all my bitches
That just wanna live
Live good
Feel good
Yeah
Just bounce to this shit
Come on
Bounce to this shit
All my niggas and my bitches
Just bounce to this shit
Come on
Bounce to this shit
Yeah
Flipmode constantly
Enough of that

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:08

Busta Rhymes - Here We Go Again

[rampage]
Yeah (uh)
The rulership (word)
Anarchy niggas (yeah yeah)
Spliff starr (spliff starr)
Bus-a-bus (bus-a-bus)
Roc marci (roc marci)
Rah digga (rah digga)
Baby sham (baby sham)
Rampage (rampage)
Yeah
Another voyage nigga (another one)

[busta rhymes]
One two three
Come on

(chorus)
[busta rhymes]
Here we go again
Y’all niggas know we have to give it to you
Here we go again
Now feel this banger while it’s running through you
Here we go again
We come to hit y’all with that nigga music
Here we go again
More shit for y’all gon hear the drug abuse it
Here we go again
Now watch the way we always blow the spot
Here we go again
We fuck shit up and take the shit you got
Here we go again
Flipmode you know we always bring it (what)
Bring it (what)
Bring it (what)
Bring it (what)
Bring it

[rampage]
I’m a real wise guy, you can’t fuck with me
You could catch a quick bullet like brandon lee
Carry my squad on my back like a mpv
I got a sick paddle log that’s banned from tv
Charge your whole squad a hundred cc
Straight from the streets, learn from og’s
Rocks ain’t nothing my jewels is deep freeze
Blood, sweat, and tears, gotta stack the g’s

[roc marciano]
They don’t
Wanna see me twenty pounds heavier
On the cellular
They wanna see me shot
And bellied up
I tell you what
When I’m switching my whips
I bury one
Walk around in the streets
With heavy guns
Bust it
Marinate in your self-source
A couple shells to dry you out
To a pale horse
Smashing your image
Take it back
Then we crack with a villian
Scratching my d-dick
Plus be the rapper to liquid

[busta rhymes]
Spliff starr
Rampage
Rah digga
Roc marci
Baby sham
Busta rhymes
Dj scratchator
Flipmode squad
Mutha fucker
What y’all niggas want
Yeah you know we always gonna give it to you
Hardcore

[spliff starr]
I double drop kick niggas
Run around evict niggas
Give it to you full blown
Like hiv sick niggas
Act like you know b
I watch you die slowly
Tapped action
Like charles dick to kobe
Was a blood spilling
Smack a faggot from the village
Steam boil cabbage
And hurt your momma feelings
Run you off the court
Defeat you at your sport
Spit, pop, and twist niggas
Like moet corks

[baby sham]
What now
Hardcore sounds
We snatch crowns
Too much mouth
You lay down
We clear crowds
Send a large threat
What you expect
For me to get rich nigga
And blow off my set
Never that
I’ma rep flipmode
Till the sky’s black
Turn to macks
And hear how we murdered this track
Do you feel me dogs
Six blocks
Ninety-six buildings
Brick walls
Still push rock
Cause I’m the source

[rah digga]
Now
Make noise one time for the tight little swinger
Posing in flicks sticking up my middle finger
Everybody trying to get they little shine these days
Make a bitch cold flip back to my grimy ways
Ball in my court, those who lack sport
Tear they ass to the roof without the black thought
Coming on the scene thinking you the don juan
Type crimes have you pissing all in your sean don

[busta rhymes]
Here we go now
Now what the fuck y’all niggas want
And how we blow
And give you all exactly what you want
See flipmode is the squad
Whatever niggas wanna try
We smash you in your face
And make it black around your eye
We ‘bout to wreck it no doubt
I’m ‘bout to hit y’all with some shit that make you
Bug the fuck out
And make y’all niggas get real arrogant and
Thug the fuck out
And everytime we in the spot
We always smash shit and make y’all niggas
Bust a slug out

(chorus)
[busta rhymes]
Here we go again
Y’all niggas know we have to give it to you
Here we go again
Now feel this banger while it’s running through you
Here we go again
We come to hit y’all with that nigga music
Here we go again
More shit for y’all gon hear the drug abuse it
Here we go again
Now watch the way we always blow the spot
Here we go again
We fuck shit up and take the shit you got
Here we go again
Flipmode you know we always bring it (what)
Bring it (what)
Bring it (what)
Bring it (what)
Bring it

Ha
Flipmode
New album
Labor day 2000
Fuckers
The rulership lp
Flipmode squad
Unstoppable
Cut the shit off
Cut it off

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:06

Busta Rhymes - Show Me What You Got

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

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

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

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

CHORUS

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:05

Busta Rhymes - I Know What You Want

[ft. Flipmode Squad, Mariah Carey]

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

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

1- Baby if you give it to me
I′ll give it to you
I know what you want

You know I got it
Baby if you give it to me
I′ll give it to you
As long as you want
You know I got it

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

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

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

[Chorus 1- Busta Rhymes 2- Mariah Carey]

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

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

[Chorus 1- Busta Rhymes 2- Mariah Carey]

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

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

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

Chorus 1- Busta Rhymes 2- Mariah Carey

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:14:03

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:13:49

Bruno Mars - Watching Her Move

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

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

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

Just watch her get it
Just watch her move

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

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

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

Just watch her get it
Just watch her get it

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

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

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:13:46

Bruno Mars - Who Is

Oh, I was perfect,
for the circus,
if she did me I′d do it,
love makes you stupid.
I gave it up, but I guess it was not enough,
cause she never seemed satisfied.

Oooh ooh

I know I′m not perfect,
but at the end of the day,
who is?

Oooh ooh

She wanted someone thats perfect.
Well okay,
but can you tell me
who is?

Ooooh oooh Ooooh
Ooooh oooh Ooooh

She′s at the bar,
just above the stars,
a rocket couldn′t reach it,
but i still kept on reaching.
She watched me try,
at least a thousand times.

If she loved me she′d stop me, but noo.

Oooh ooh

I know I′m not perfect,
but at the end of the day,
who is?

Oooh ooh

She wanted someone that′s perfect.
Well okay,
but can you tell me
who is ?

I saw something worth my future,
So wrong, so wrong.
In my mind I would tell you soon
But I guess I wasn′t wrong

Oooh ooh

I know I′m not perfect,
but at the end of the day,
who is?

Oooh ooh

She wanted someone that′s perfect,
well okay,
but can you tell me
who is?

Ooooh oooh Ooooh
Ooooh oooh Ooooh

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:13:45

Bruno Mars - If I Knew

Oh Oh I, I was a city boy
Riding to danger′s where I′d always run, above and is hurt
I wouldn′t have done
All the things that I′ve done
If I knew, one day you would come

Now baby, now baby, now baby
Oh oh I, I know it breaks your heart
To picture the only you wanna love
In somebody′s elses arms
But I wouldn′t have done
All the things that I′ve done
If I knew, one day you would come

Now baby, now baby, now baby
Ohh baby please
Lets leave the past behind us
So that we can go where love will find us
Yeah will find us

I know once girls would leave me
But I know that you believe me

Baby I, I was we were seventeen
So I could give you all the innocence
That you gave to me
No, I wouldn′t have done
All the things that I have done
If I knew one day you would come
If I knew one day you would come

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:13:44

Bruno Mars - When I Was Your Man

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

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

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

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

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:13:42

Bruno Mars - Runaway Baby

Ahh yes

Well looky here looky here
Ah what do we have?
Another pretty thang ready for me to grab
But little does she know
That I′m a wolf in sheeps clothing
′Cause at the end of the night
It is her I′ll be holding

I love you so
That′s what you′ll say
You′ll tell me
Baby baby please don′t go away
But when I play, I never stay

To every girl that I meet here this is what I say:
Run run run away, run away baby
Before I put my spell on you
You better get get get away get away darling
′Cause everything you heard is true
Your poor little heart will end up alone
′Cause lord knows I′m a rolling stone
So you better run run run away run away baby

Well let me think let me think
Ah what should I do?
So many eager young bunny′s
That I′d like to pursue
Now even now they eating out the palm of my hand
There′s only one carrot and they all gotta share it

I love you so
That′s what you′ll say
You′ll tell me
Baby baby please don′t go away
But when I play, I never stay
To every girl that I meet here this is what I say:

Run run run away, run away baby
Before I put my spell on you
You better get get get away get away darling
′Cause everything you heard is true
Your poor little heart will end up alone
′Cause lord knows I′m a rolling stone
So you better run run run away run away baby

See I ain′t try to hurt you baby
No no, no I just wanna work you baby
Yup yup
See I ain′t try to hurt you baby
No no, no I just wanna work you baby
If you scared you better run (You better run)
You better run (You better run)
You better run (You better run)
You better you better you better

Run run run away, run away baby
Before I put my spell on you
You better get get get away get away darling
′Cause everything you heard is true
Your poor little heart will end up alone
′Cause lord knows I′m a rolling stone
So you better run run run away run away baby!

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:13:42

Bruno Mars - It Will Rain

If you ever leave me baby, leave some morphine at my door,
Cuz it would take a whole lot of medication,
To realise what we used to have it but we don’t have it anymore.

There’s no religion that could save me, no matter how my moneys are on the floor.(ooooh) so keep in
mind all the sacrifices I’m making, to keep you by my side, and keep you from walking out the door

[Chorus]
Cuz there’ll be no sunlight, if I lose you baby.
There’ll be no clear skies, if I lose you baby.
Just like the clouds pass, I would do the same,
If you walk away, everything will rain, rain, rain.

(ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh)

I’ll never be your mothers favourite; your daddy can’t even look me in the eye.
(ooooh) if I was in their shoes id be doing the same, say there goes my little girl, walking with
that troublesome guy.

But that’s just the part of something they can’t understand,
(ooooh) but little darling watch me change their minds.
Yeah for you, I’ll try, I’ll try, I’ll try, I’ll try,
I’ll pick up these broken pieces till I’m bleeding, if that’ll make it right.

[Chorus]
Cuz there’ll be no sunlight, if I lose you baby.
There’ll be no clear skies, if I lose you baby.
Just like the clouds pass, I would do the same,
If you walk away, everything will rain, rain, rain.

(Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh)

[Bridge]
(Ooooh) Don’t you say, goodbye, don’t you say, goodbye,
I’ll pick up these broken pieces till I’m bleeding, if that’ll make it right.

[Chorus]
Cuz there’ll be no sunlight, if I lose you baby.
There’ll be no clear skies, if I lose you baby.
Just like the clouds pass, I would do the same,
If you walk away, everything will rain, rain, rain.

(ooooh, ooooh, ooooh)

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:13:41

Bruno Mars - Just The Way You Are

[Verse 1]
Her eyes, her eyes
make the stars look like they′re not shining
Her hair, her hair
falls perfectly without her trying
She′s so beautiful
And I tell her everyday (yeahh)

I know, I know
When I compliment her she won′t believe me
And it′s so, it′s so
Sad to think that she don′t see what I see
But everytime she asks me "Do I look okay?"
I say

[Chorus]
When I see your face
There′s not a thing that I would change
′Cause you′re amazing
Just the way you are
And when you smile
The whole world stops and stares for a while
′Cause girl you′re amazing
Just the way you are

[Verse 2]
Her lips, her lips
I could kiss them all day if she let me
Her laugh, her laugh
she hates but I think it′s so sexy
She′s so beautiful
And I tell her everyday

Oh you know, you know, you know
I′d never ask you to change
If perfects what you′re searching for
Then just stay the same
So don′t even bother asking if you look okay
′Cause you know I′ll say

[Chorus]
When I see your face
There′s not a thing that I would change
′Cause you′re amazing
Just the way you are
And when you smile
The whole world stops and stares for a while
′Cause girl you′re amazing
Just the way you are

The way you are
The way you are

[Repeat Chorus]

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:13:40

Ayreon - Merlin′s Will

MERLIN, WHO IS UNAFFECTED BY -AND THEREFORE IGNORANT
OF- THE ′TIME TELEPATHY′ EXPERIMENT,
ASSUMES THAT AYREON′S PROPHECIES ARE DECEPTIVE,
AND SO AYREON MUST BE SILENCED.
OR COULD THERE BE AN UNDERTONE OF ENVY IN HIS WORDS?

[MERLIN:]
Ayreon, don′t you know who I am
Ayreon, I′ll have you know that I can
charm you with a wave of my hand
you bow to my command

Ayreon, you′re an evil stranger
Ayreon, you′ve become a danger
your words are all but a lie
I vow that ye shall die

[KNIGHTS:]
it′s Merlin′s will, his will be done
the end has come for Ayreon
it′s Merlin′s will
and his will be done

[MERLIN:]
Ayreon, you′re in my domain now
Ayreon, I renounce your name now
no one will know who you are
you′ll fade out like a star

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:13:33

Ayreon - The Decision Tree (We′re Alive)

Ah, my friends! So light of foot. So swift. You have come this far. And now - here beneath the
ancient, omniscient boughs of the Decision Tree - one of you must depart this world of flesh.
Only seven may continue. Only you can decide...

[barbarian]
let it be known I won′t be the one to die here
honour and glory are heaped upon my name
let it be clear I′m not the one who cries here
what about the tall one, the one who′s lost to shame

[highlander]
I′ve followed princes, I′ve raised their bloody banners
I′ve killed and wounded on the side of right
I′ve reaped the harvest, scattered fields with ashes
I′ve buried children, sowed the seeds of hate

[all (chorus:)]
we′re alive
we′ll survive
we will strike for
our freedom
we′re alive
we′ll survive
we′ll arrive in our
eden

[highlander]
I′ve followed princes
I′ve followed kings
I will take their lead no
more
I will not lie
in shallow graves
(I′m nobody′s slave)

[barbarian]
let it be known, by Thor the god of lightning
I have been chosen to do battle at his side
let it be clear I was born to go down fighting
what about the craven, the one who′s lost his pride

[highlander]
don′t speak to me of homour, pride and glory
I′ve tasted blood, seen your type before
you talk of battle but all you tell are stories
you′d see me buried in a shallow grave

[all (chorus), highlander]

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 01:13:29