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Intro [Lord have Mercy] As we approach the current time frame of 1997.With approximately two and a half years before the year two thousand. Repeatedly it has been reported that there will be a time soon approaching. That major disaster will be striking, all levels of existence. It has also been reported that this disastrous thing will be approaching in the form of many, many as in squad, squad as in Flipmode squad. It has also been reported that everyone out of the many will strike, but this particular motherfucker will strike with an unmeasurable blast and fuck up everything within his 360o radius. Warning. Prepare yourselves. Store your food, stamp your paper, because when this motherfucker gets here, it's about to get real fucked for everyone and everything, everywhere!!!! [Dolomite] Well, Busta Rhymes. Come over here and let me talk to you son. See know. Dolomite just got back from some shit that you about to be it. Well are you prepared, I hope you are prepared nigga, cause you know this is album number two. Yes more bitches than before. There'll be more bitches, more and more and more. More thirsty niggas. Time to get inside your shit. Time to throw your whole chemistry off. Oh yes, there's gonna be a lot more money. Yes a lot more money than before. So son don't you worry about none of that shit. All you gotta do is just slap your dick in the mouth of these bitches that don't wanna act right, and put a hot one in any motherfucker that wants to get in the way of this powerful shit right here. Ok son, all right Busta enough of this shit talkin. Lets be on our way. Cause when disaster strikes there's gonna be a whole lot of motherfuckers pourin in. All right baby, lets go. [Spliff Star] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo. Ladies and Gentlemen. Straight from the motherfuckin street corner. Goin out to all you motherfuckers across the globe. On the return trip. It be the niggas. The niggas that live by the code of blood honor. My Flipmode niggas, ha. Spliff bring you that shit to another extreme. Her to hit you motherfuckers with a strike of disaster. I bring on to you once again. The eight wonder of the world. My nigga Busta Rhymes. And I be that nigga, that live nigga Spliff I Spliff comin through right at you were ever the fuck you at. Flipmode is da Squad comin through right at you were ever the fuck you at. [Busta Rhymes] A yo cut my shit off, get it off. A heh a heh, a heh heh. Here we go again motherfuckers. A heh, lets start this shit. |
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The Surgeon General.. of the Flipmode Squad.. has determined.. that the sounds you about to hear.. can be devestatin.. to your ear.. to your mind.. to your body.. to your souuuuuuuuuuuuuullll! [Chorus: Flipmode Meka] You better, pack up your bags, better get out of town Cause when the God come you know he gon' be puttin it down Everything we do be blowin, better get on the ground It ain't safe no more, it ain't safe no more (nigga) He keeps it wicked by creatin the sound That make the people wanna spaz 'til they give him the crown Fuck around you'll turn up missin just to never be found It ain't safe no more, it ain't safe no more (nigga) [Verse One] Bodies'll turn up missin, I promise you need to listen Abolish the need for bitchin, I polish and shine and glisten Demolishin while I'm whistlin, astonished while you're witnessed Hardest to smash another artist son, regardless if it is a nigga who think he the greatest son I'll lock him in the fridge And hang him from both of his ankles when we drop him from the bridge Blockin your paper really stoppin that dude from gettin his Poppin the safe and splurgin, havin the crew up in the crib Block 'til these niggaz havin 'em rockin gargle with a bib Shittin and fartin, spittin and vomitin all in the crib Fallin into shock from the bullets we shot up in they ribs Hot up the block and blew up the spot and got up out the mix Tried it a couple stops and spotted the Squad up in they whips Plotted and then I signed on the dotted line and made a wish Return us even the hardest makin you garbage niggaz sit The smartest now you a target only the heartless niggaz win |
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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 pressurehairline 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 Ic12 |
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| 3:50 |
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Yeah.. Busta Rhymes now, Flipmode now, check it See we in two-thousand-and-three already, catch up to us Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hah, huh Now motherfuckin case closed The shit blow your speaker, keep turnin your base low Spaz out because I motherfuckin say so Before I blow this bitch like we down in Waco Thick in cock diesel, that's the way we roll Big truck shit, even my bitch whippin the Range Rov' We 'bout to skyrocket and THE WAY WE GO The way the bitches lookin love THE WAY WE BLOW Check it, we light shit up like Broadway yo The crack-head rappers better JUST SAY NO Before I turn stupid and back the heat slow Lay and wait for niggaz in the back street yo Weak flow, take your shit like I'm comin to Repo Create a crowd scene and stack a bunch of people We bustin through the doors, shootin through your peephole The shoot that never miss is like shootin a free throw All you niggaz better go and.. [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people Put they body on the stretcher, carry they ass out Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people I'll put they body on the stretcher, carry they ass out Call the ambulance [Rampage] Catch sixteen to remove your organs H-2-O ridin round in same orbits Notorious from New York to New Orleans House come with the lake swimmin with dolphins Fifty keys with large proportions Caught a few niggaz on money extortions |
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| 2:57 |
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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 Mone |
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| 2:55 |
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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] AOWWWWWWW!! 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 sai |
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| 3:29 |
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(Yeah), Turn me up some (Redman) (Busta)Fuck goin' on?,Yo!,..Uncle Darren,......What up brother Yeah, Yeah Flipmode See we got a whole....we got a gift wrapped package for you mother fuckers Yeah Yo Yo Yo Yeah Bust it, I stay rippin' a niggah track so hotter than wax yo so tell me why you act so?Yo I max 'cause I make make a niggah black 'til it's time to relax yo or 'til you all collapse so Fuck it it's hardly that the god is gettin' tired you don't wanna say that could catch a cardiac relapse niggah (what)the god is back see you don't want nothing no matter how you react, blows to black and blue you frontin' ya back choose whatever the route that you choose ,..wounds so herendous from frensicsing it to analyzing the bruise blows we never come in singular they commin' in twos, my crew be startin' the ruckus once I give them the cues to blast from the triggers that'll bust from all of my dudes,..be the shit that make you niggahs run up outta ya shoes we make you back down havin' the facts down with all the noise we be makin' you could even see the shit on the news (word up) See you don't know nothing about it. Turn me up some Yo, the heat from off the street'll burn you up some,the shit i'm sure to spit'll hurt you up some, i'm sayin', but you don't know nothing about it Turn me up some I drink a fifth of yak and url it up some ,Yo, just bang it in the truck and turn it up some, i'm sayin', now watch me dead a niggah fast like them bitches with no ass you corny niggahs low class, Yo, I flash on them then I go and smash couple a hoes and then splash on them, flickin' a 'lil ash on them...from the blunt we smokin'keep a chick chokin', got them open with flows I suppose and make them soak in they clothes , keep the shit that make th |
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Just make it clap, just make it clap Ay yo we 'bout to take everybody from every street And throw a party in the Grand Canyon, come on!!! Ah ha, yeah yeah, uh ah uh, yeah yeah, ah, ah, ah Flipmode baby, yeah, check it out [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Hey! Hey! Ain't no fakin the fluid Water drippin off asses of women that's shakin it to it While I'm takin you through it, no mistakin my crew is Flipmode baby!!! got you actin all stupid Now I'm back in the cupid, just to tell you the truth is Them niggas that be havin you blacken and ready to lose it Pushin lambos and harley rockin Roberto Cavalli (Huh!) Now I got a new hobby diamonds and tattoos and bodies Watch me crash through the party, go 'head and spaz girl Tatoo in the name of my click across yo' ass girl We 'bout to blast girl, from here to Albuquerque Like jamaican niggas rockin big chains in socker jerseys Take you on hotter journeys, the way we put it down And be hittin be havin you shittin more than a box of hersheys We come to control it we come to command it And just for the record we always come to set a new standard Act like you know [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Incase you ain't know and incase you ain't heard And if you want us to set it just give me the word This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin them birds To all my shorties wigglin they shakin they curves Just make it clap, Just make it clap, Just make it clap Just make it clap [Verse 2: Spliff Star] See you a hot little mama it's only right that I holla Love your face love your smile love that ass in a Prada Make it, bounce up and down like th |
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| 4:29 |
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Yeah, come fuck with us yeah
Y'all know what to do to this shit Yeah, streets We 'bout to do it again, we 'bout to do it again We 'bout to do it again niggas, I hope y'all ready Check it, check it, c'mon Check out the technique C'mon, spit flow and bag up the next freaks Soldier with a quicker hoe that live on the next street Over playa then do this shit again next week Gettin' this paper, phat chicks up in the next Jeep Probably listen closer if you let the check speak I keep fire 'cause niggas respect heat Look, I spit fire then come up the best beats I said I pull the spot from here way down on South Beach major Globalize, then blow down a South Beach ager Check it, banana yellow G wagon for the whole saggin' Feel the fox mink draggin' on the floor watch it You really need to stop Just copped the rob blueberry Lamborghini drop C'mon, stay struntin' with the mini bop Niggas know when we step in the place, the whole city stop Better tell 'em if they ain't know, I'm put 'em on Shorty (We know how you be doin' it baby) How we be doin' it baby? (We know how you be takin' it off) How we take it from 'em? (We know how you be killin' 'em baby) How we killin' 'em? C'mon (We know how you be ready to ball) You know we ready to do it (We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy) Make 'em crazy now, c'mon (We know how you be breakin' 'em off) You know we breakin' 'em off, let's go (So come and get it down for me baby) Put it down now (And make it hotter till they take it off) This is a shake down weakin' your whole shit Until it break down, speak to the whole clique Until we take down dudes, put the heat to 'em and make them Put they cake down dude, scrape down food Niggas stay hungry 'til the shit is over Spit and make the tape sound rude Niggas get screwed, see they ain't really worth not a thing But only gettin' on the stage to get booed Kennedy loft hoe's mackin' at the top of the Trump Towers Rockin' fly Versace, terry cloth robes Like Ghost Face the most ready just for the glow Showcase the most, them niggas sure to blow No waste of time, you know we sure to grow I'm sayin' no place a mine, is for them corny hoe's C'mon, with all this paper and this shit we copin' We keepin' it gully and know we always keep it poppin' Better tell 'em if they ain't know, I'm put 'em on Shorty (We know how you be doin' it baby) How we be doin' it baby? (We know how you be takin' it off) How we take it from 'em? (We know how you be killin' 'em baby) How we killin' 'em? C'mon (We know how you be ready to ball) You know we ready to do it (We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy) Make 'em crazy now, c'mon (We know how you be breakin' 'em off) You know we breakin' 'em off, let's go (So come and get it down for me baby) Put it down now (And make it hotter till they take it off) Ha, get that money come fuck with us Hands in the sky keep on livin' do your own thing All my people holla and let me hear you reply Say take it off (Take it off) Say take it off (You better take it off) Say take it off (Take it off) Say take it off (Better take it off) C'mon baby c'mon, ha, we hold a rock boy The way we on fire call a nigga hot boy Hot, we raise the level till we blow the spot boy And watch the water boil and spill over the pot boy Listen, I hope you know you need to stop boy Frontin' and tryin' be somethin' you not boy Listen again we keep on bangin' and pissin' 'em off Spazzin' on niggas until we silence or finish 'em off Better tell 'em if they ain't know, I'm put 'em on Shorty (We know how you be doin' it baby) How we be doin' it baby? (We know how you be takin' it off) How we take it from 'em? (We know how you be killin' 'em baby) How we killin' 'em? C'mon (We know how you be ready to ball) You know we ready to do it (We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy) Make 'em crazy now, c'mon (We know how you be breakin' 'em off) You know we breakin' 'em off, let's go (So come and get it down for me baby) Put it down now (And make it hotter till they take it off) {Yeah, wait, wait, wait hold on come on let me put it right here What you doin'? What you doin'? Hold on, hold on, wait, wait, wait, got a rubber? I don't need no rubber, you look clean} {Wait the fuck you ain't go no pimples or nothin' Na, na, you ain't runnin' up in here without no Jimmy Ah, you fuckin' actin' like that, you better find one Aight so, aight so, hold on, hold on, don't yo} {Just stay, just like that, don't even, just stay I'm not leavin', aight cool, hold on, hold on I knew I had a condom what the fuck man Where the fuck is a condom when you need one?} {It is I, Trojan Man Oh shit, oh thank God it's you, you got a condom man? No, I only have one trick cover left and my hormones are risin' And I want your bitch to taste it, Trojan Man} {This has been a paid advertisement by Flipmode and Company And I don't give a fuck what you say 'cause I still believe You could catch AIDS from tongue kissing a bitch So remember always strap your shit up, Trojan Man} |
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| 10. |
| 3:46 |
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Here we go Ay yo, ladies where you at c'mon c'mon Ladies where you at c'mon c'mon You ready to freak out ladies? Yeah, soldiers We 'bout to line it up just right Check it, watch how we do it [Verse One] Make way for the kid to come in girl And let me rock cause I love the way you pop that (C'mon) Every single time we come to drop that A lot of freaky women react to a nigga hot track (Lets go) Then we start to cook up the place Women watching the nigga with the ready to do the (UGH!) look on their face (C'mon) Freak nasty, you know the way you do it all on the guard And the way you love to speak nasty, another freak pass me (WOO!) Floss on, in the club ain't even got the draws on You messing with a nigga better, stop that shit mama In other words you better watch that shit cause you got that shit The way your ass sit up all on your back Its like you need to go shop that, see niggas would cock that And definitely won't waste it And while you at it take a lick and just taste it (taste it, taste it, taste it) [Chorus] B-b-baby tell me why tell me so I'd like you to go high you tell me to go low So I go low, taste the shit, taste it again I like it Baby tell me why tell me so I'd like you to go high you tell me to go low So I go low, taste the shit, taste it again I like it [Verse 2] Pass the last courvoisier bottle down the at bar See a chick that kinda look like a star And I'm saying even though I wanna to take you home girl I know its kinda late but you ain't got to come along girl [echo] Wait a sec you know I know a song girl Me and you and one of your oth |
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| 3:20 |
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Here we go now, yea C'mon, yea, check it [Verse One] I said my solo jump off, been boomin since nine-six My solo jump off, been boomin since nine-six Hittin trippin the circuit breaker, flickin the light switch The kid like is he known for givin you wild hits I keep my name on the way on top of the now list Bangin on every level, droppin the now shit It's like the feelin after watchin a couple of (?) flick And once you hear the kid, you'll be knowin the sound sick Spaz in the club, watchin the crowd flip That's when I knew the crown was up for whoever the crown fit Nowadays while I go bag me a fine bitch Bitch watchin my pocket, seein we wild rich Shorty hopin we smellin nothin like foul fish While you swingin ass at the devil, claimin you righteous A lot of haters I'm knowin you like this While you floss unnecessarily, sippin on wild Crist' [Chorus] I say LADIES, my MERCEDES Hold fo' in the back, two if you fat Feel it all in your gut, your neck and your back When you step up in the club I know you know how to act Hey SOLDIERS, get your floss on Va-let in the lot, park the Yukon Shorty shakin her waist, and rippin her thong Now all my people are muggin and singin the song, I'm sayin [Verse Two] Shit still boomin in two-thousand and three My shit still boomin in two-thousand and three And we don't give a fuck about who you claimin to be My jewels blind bitches where they ain't able to see These fools try to talk just a little much to a G They say the wrong shit, they head just might end upside of a tree Clear my thoughts just a little, pass me a cup of tea Takin different constant boats, from the land to the sea I got my pa |
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| 5:24 |
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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 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 I know what you want You know I got it 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 I know what you want You know I got it 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 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 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 I know what you want You know I got it 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 I know what you want You know I got it 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 Cuttin' up in the streets like we would never get old Went from Lucy's and buses to fifty cent sodas And Novas to Hondas to Lexus to Rovers Mad years passed Still got each other back Word is bond never screw none of these industry cats We like Scull and Mulder Walkin' shoulder to shoulder Milkin' this game watchin' our seeds gettin' older |
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| 3:11 |
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Come on, yea, ha, ya, Busta Rhymes baby, yea, ha It's Flipmode baby, yea, come on We bout to cause a riot nigga [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Got a lot of niggaz rollin' with ya holla Cause you know we ripped it hotter than them other niggaz Spot a nigga gettin dollars not another nigga can do it the way that we cocked and shot another nigga Think he deserved the way he was boppin with a cherry copper glitter blood fella send a cop to get 'em It's funny the way the iron just to drop you quicker Why I hit y'all with the fire, think I got a winner Stackin a crib with a chick that make a proper dinner Black in the range with tint, and chrome aqua spinnin' Parked right next to the Benz with a soap opera and the TV up in the dash co-starrin a opera singer That be the type of bullshit I be on and stay hot I stop whippin' a Bentley to whip a Mercedes Maeboch And keep runnin' around the street like my name was Mel Patch nigga Come through your hood and take your whole block, come on And while we give it to ya [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] While with me (Come on) My niggaz stack money to the sky with me (Come on) My niggaz in the place need to riot with me (Come on) And set the whole fire with me (Come on) All of my ladies in the beauty salon look bomb put yo shit on And wait up in the line for me (Come on) You come all in the party lookin' fine for me (Come on) Holdin 'Gnac spill a little red wine for me [Bridge: Busta Rhymes 9x] Let's cause a riot Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo (Come on) [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] It's bout to get a little bit betta, start to get a little cheddar Pack a big beretta Check a nigga resume doinc12 |
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| 3:49 |
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See we, we about to take it where Where it all started We gonna take em' back Busta Rhymes now, Flipmode now My nigga Fingaz now Check it, yo [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Uh huh, Busta Bus is back in this bitch, holding the spot Puttin all the pep all in your step now we controllin the rock (Yeah My Nigga) See how we comin be loadin the docks Floatin and simply stockin the goods that we makin you flop (Ay yo) See now we thicker and we be makin you sicker Stuck like a bumper sticker from how we be dropping it quicker For all these niggas that be riding and whippin in their truck (Crash) And buyin another one and do not be givin a fuck (What!) Flipmode (Yes) cause we knowin we comin to get it Gather around all my niggas who that be already to set it (Set it) Fuckin and just break them off, let the women just shake it off Got them bouncin to take it off for me, Check it! Cause i've been double dutchin and dosey-do' in on music way before A lot of these new niggas could figure then pattend all on my flow Peep on how we coming to rip it and know we gonna wet ya And rep for my niggas cause I'm coming to get ya I said... [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Guess who's comin? With brand new fire to satisfy all the people in the street when it drops (Let's Go) Now! Let me see all the people with me let me see your hand high let me know you up in the spot (Ay yo I'm sayin) Everytime we givin you music we give you the kind of music that makes you bang it loud on your block (C'mon C'mon) This is to know when I'm comin I'm comin to make you wyle out in the place that makes you ge |
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| 5:34 |
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Hey yo Swizz.. This shit sound like some shit The streets wanna do the merengue to (yeah) Or dance around a sombrero to, WHOO!!! Yeah, another special from Flipmode Records Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah here we go! Streets! Flipmode baby, yeah check it Busta Bus baby Yeah, Rah Digga now, c'mon Check it, huh [Verse: Busta Rhymes] If you ain't noticed yet I have come wit a throne See I was gone for a minute but now I'm home The way I touch it you can feel it in your bones Fuck wit the kid cause I'm taking you into another zone See it don't matter what you think or what you say I always love for the street every single day You better get down on your knees, you better pray Cause goin' against the grain of this Squad I promise you will pay! (WHOO!) You see Flipmode is the team that I rep forever Respecting the Code of Honor staying together It's getting hot I think you should take off the sweater Rattle and knock all of your troops who goin to get this cheddar See when we come I'm wondering how they gon' manage Show em mysteriously watch how they vanish See when we finish just analyze all the damage No matter who you are, we accept any and EVERY challenge (yeah) Yeah yeah, I think we got 'em again this time Flipmode c'mon! [Chorus - 1: Mynx (Busta Rhymes ad-libs)] I think I - I think wanna say something like this (like this) People denying that they feeling our shit So we hit 'em with the really crazy flow (crazy flow) To let 'em know that we be hitting it fa' sho Time goes by, in your life And we're still here together [Verse: Busta Rhymes] I hope you know that this is really not a game- |
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| 4:13 |
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Listen; I am the sun, I am the sea I am the land, I am the tree I'm everything you want to be Cause I be struttin' like a G.O.D Cause I be struttin' like a G.O.D Cause I be struttin' like a G.O.D [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Roll out the red carpet baby the god has come No matter who you are or where you from Check it I stay be repin the street and reppin the slum And while you co-starrin' this movie I star is the one, listen You never imagined that I would become one of the most incredible Until when ever I'm done Notice the god like meet you from when I was young Blessed with such a maculess flow and a venomous tongue How we keep you holla until you collapse on the lung With the biggest followin' the nigga slackin a nun Able to move a mountain of niggaz havin then sprung Just check out my women but how be havin then strung ass though Like how the coke be havin them numb Run up in the spot like I was holdin and clappin' the gun Now I'm lose for y'all I'm bringin the proof to y'all Ballin and speckin the truth to y'all [Chorus] [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] The chorus is singin' the words that I fill in my gut That's why I always step with a bop and walk with a strut And I always rep for the block and we all for the bucks And we always step in the spot and be all for the cut Vallet block two parkin' spots all for the turck Bounce to the world when I be tired and be gone for the month And it's all for the slut flowin' like a force of the water Keepin' it runin so were the niggaz be at Well they seein me commin' Summers people keep it clapin' women just give me they lovinc |
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| 4:43 |
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(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) |
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| 4:55 |
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Ey yo yo yo yo It was the first shine on the day of my birth I enterd the earth blind, Funerabole to everything I would first find, condition of beating nigga's having the wurst mind, becoming weak like we scavangers of the wurst kind, from having nothing to plot and makin the earth mine, making the earth mine, thats kinda big aspirations for a nigga thats just kinda got on his first grind, but it's aight cause im blowing hold on my first shine, kinda gas quiker than spas ready to burst mine, and thoug it seems like obstuckles come at the wurst time, going from being succesful to commiting the wurst crime, so quike like a bitch massaging ya whole dick and bustin up, and it's over sabotagin ya own shit, we always good when we get it and then abuse and regret it, cause it's quike as we get it we fucking lose it, that's what my mother used to tell me. chorus seeing a flash that could take it from you like hocus-spocus, so count your blessings and baby I hope you stay in focus, wide awake like im drinkin cappucino mocus, takin on more stress and get to be come and smoke us, hhhee, like the shit that the setup straight provoc us, and fall riped them to the shit till it's lightfull and choke it, a promise you find thruth when you done diggin it out, stop the shiffering nigga I think I'd just figured it out, you see we thug visicily and mentally soft kep lies to yourself, so that your worth and value is lost, sometime the feeling of the city is wrong, why we appriciet them all now tupac |
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