Busta Rhymes - Artist Collection [compilation] (2004) by Busta Rhymes (보컬) on maniadb.com

Yea.. Check it out, see
The only thing you need to do right here is,
Is nod your fuckin head
Yeah, yeah
Break ya fuckin neck bitches
Yeah, yeah
Here we go now..

Where we goin now?
Where we goin now?
Give it away, give it away, give it away now
Give it away, give it away, give it away now
Just give it away nigga
Yeah, here we go now

[Verse 1]
Tell me wat'chu really wanna do (Come here ma)
Talk to a nigga, talk with me
You look like you could really give it to a nigga,
from the way you talk and the way ya try to walk for me
The way you really try to put it on a dawg
Threw ya hips like ya never did before for me
The way you break yo' back, and I break yo' neck,
and the way you try to put it on the floor for me
(Come on!) Come on (Come on!) Oh yeah
Tell me where my niggas is at (Ok!!)
Lemme address y'all niggas one time,
while I lock that down, and I hit'cha wit that (YOU GONE!)
That bomb shit, y'all niggas gone all day
Be the nigga in the drop,
Y'all niggas know every time I come through,
this motherfucker, where we always takin the ride
(So let me do this bitch)
Y'all niggas know when we come, we be makin it flop,
the way we makin it hot'll make a nigga wanna stop... [pause]
Get money, then cash that check for me
All my niggas just bust yo' tech for me
Everybody from every hood bang yo' head,
'til you break your motherfuckin head for me!

[Chorus]
Just let me give you real street shit,
to rap in yo' shit with
Recline yo' seat rewind this heat
Keep bouncin up and down these streets
So nod yo' head and
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Bang yo' head until you start to
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck!

[Verse 2]
Come along now (Let's put it down nigga!)
When I bounce back and you know I done caught my breath,
y'all niggas all know how we do,
when the way we bang niggas in the head, and we do it to death
(We fold 'em back whodi!) The fire boy, you know we bakin a ounce
I know you love the way we be givin you the music, makin you bounce
Now fuck it up just a little for my niggas,
everytime we come through niggas know that we did it for y'all (Uh-huh)
And the way we do it for the people,
niggas know we always give it to y'all
I said bounce (Come on!)
In the day time or the night, when ya creepin along,
Well just bang this shit up in the truck,
while you break yo' neck, now motherfucker try to figure my flow
See the way we come right through (When we come right through!)
We be always blowin the spot, again and again,
and make a nigga really wanna STOP... [pause]
Better tell yo' crew, yo' peeps,
all my niggas better put they troops on
And gather up your soldiers nigga,
you know you better keep yo' boots on
All my niggas in the place (Aiyyo!)
Wave your hands high now, and the way we put it down,
make a nigga wonder what he really gonna try now
What'cha really wanna do?
Just place your bet, and put'cha money where ya mouth is (Ah-hoo)
All my niggas in the street just break yo' neck and keep on boun-cin!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Here we go, and you know everytime Busta-Bus be holdin the fort,
my nigga watch how we shuttin it down,
The way we put it on, comin through like a steamroller,
me and Dre nigga ain't no fuckin around
My nigga (WHAT!) Yeah whattup,
Me and my team got a link cuz you know we stay choppin it up
And when get up in the club,
or how my niggas at the bar how we lockin it up
And we get a little (High!) And we get a little (Drunk!)
And we get a little (Crunk! Come on!)
Lemme give y'all niggas some shit,
that'll make you wanna bang this out yo' trunk (Come on!)
Get money, then cash that check for me
All my niggas just bust yo' tech for me
Everybody from every hood, bang yo' head,
'til you break yo' motherfuckin neck for me!

[Chorus]

[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
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 the six four impalla
Turn around wiggle it like you shakin it for dollars
Girl your skin tone pretty and you love top wear Vickey
Sport Gucci and Gabbana when you love the world is sticky
Got a, crib in the city with a cherry eight fifty
We could cruise down the avenue and shop till you dizzy
Throw some karats in your pinky have your neck and wrist blingy
I could bless you with it all boo but never say gimme
We can, pop yellow bottles push whips in all models
Vroom vroom on the Calisport instead of Gucci goggles
I'm a fly little nigga boo enough for you to dig it boo
Hit me up later we can go somewhere and kick it boo
The name is Spliff baby I'll make you man hate me
Cause my shit's steak and gravy plus my pipe gettin crazy baby

[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

[Bridge: Busta Rhymes]
I say come on if your ready, we wylin all night
We make you feel good, make you feel right
See they drunk off of the henny, niggas wanna fight
Shit these bitches be wearin be fittin real tight
Niggas up in the club, niggas outside
Bag a couple bitches, bring 'em in inmtside
Shorty dodgin and dippin, shorty tryin to hide
Busy dodgin a nigga because she wanna ride, come on if ya....

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
All ready we come to muscle y'all women
Come on, rastle and try to hastle and hustle y'all women
Come on, you you you you see how we bubble y'all women
Come on, dibble and dabble how we be lovin y'all women
Come on

[Spliff Star]
Let's get it on and let me hit it with my fitted on
Never mind a slow jam pump one of Biggie's songs
Strip, yell or purr her off show me that butter soft
Open wide ma swallow when I let it off, yo

[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

[Outro]
Just make it clap, Just make it clap, Just make it clap
Just make it clap

(feat. P. Diddy)

[P.Diddy] w/ (Busta Rhymes)
Oh yeah, I like this, ladies and gentlemen
The time you all been waitin for
(let's do it, do it, do it)
This is a Bad Boy, Flipmode collaboration
(Come on)

[P. Diddy]
Shake ya ass (come on), watch yourself (okay)
I'm the man (let's go) and no one else
Rrraah, rraah

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

[P. Diddy]
Shit, I'm the number man, hot like Summer Jam

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

[P. Diddy]
See, we serious wit it, they ain't nothin to joke about

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

[Chorus: Busta & P. Diddy]
[Busta] Give me the Henny, you can give me the Cris
You can pass me the Remi, but the pass the Courvoisier
[Diddy] Give me the ass, you could give me the dough
You can give me 'dro, but pass the Courvoisier
[Busta] Give me some money, you can give me some cars
But you can give me the bitch make sure you pass the Courvoisier
[Diddy] Give me some shit, you can give me the cribs
You can give me whaever just pass the Courvoisier

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

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

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

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

[Chorus]

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

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

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

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

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

[Chorus 2x]

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

* feat. Rampage

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

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

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people
Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people
Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people
Put they body on the stretcher, carry they ass out
Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people
Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people
Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people
I'll put they body on the stretcher, carry they ass out
Call the ambulance

[Rampage]
Catch sixteen to remove your organs
H-2-O ridin round in same orbits
Notorious from New York to New Orleans
House come with the lake swimmin with dolphins
Fifty keys with large proportions
Caught a few niggaz on money extortions
Niggaz snitch, F.B.I. is hawkin
Call Johnny Cochran, yo this nigga is walkin
Shit, we got to close down the club
Me and my cousin Bust, we like Crockett and Tubbs
Pushin Lambo's, big chains and dubs
Lead the Flipmode security with snubs
Uppin club levels, hundred G's and up
And if them ducks rollin Bust I'm beatin it up
The streets ain't safe, yo we heatin it up
The party's on smash, now we tweakin it up
The bitches want this dick so they eatin it up

[Busta] Now all you bitches better go and..

[Chorus]

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

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
You can't believe can you, I'm callin my dog Nathaniel
And ballin with all my mans you'll be blowin and all will hand you
Accordingly or disorderly bullets are sure to bang you
considerably my 9 milli hit you at any angle
Shootin, shootin, shootin - high, low, verticle or horizontal
And if you were makin plans I do think you gon' have to cancel
Sorry I had to ask you, save it I have to blast you
Takin a chance to laugh from you makin the masses gas you
So now you thinkin that you tough and that we can't get at you
Change up your mind and leave you stiffer than a massive statue
Tired of talkin need to use all your precautionary measures
Washin off the blood haulin the water force of steady weather
You can handle it or you can't, it be only gettin better
Like a candle, we burn your chandles and make you feel the pressure
Cockin it back, articulatin the flow just like a lecture
Break it down and rebuildin the flow, now peep the architecture

[Chorus]

It ain't safe.. in the current state.. of our democracy
Terrorism.. motherfuckers bombin New York.. shit is crazy
It ain't safe no more!
All these rappin niggaz goin at other rappin niggaz heads
Shit is crazy! But most importantly..
The most unsafe thing.. is that.. niggaz ain't seein, the God comin
Watch where you walk!

(Busta Rhymes)
Let's get it goin
Yeah... yeah
I'm about to Picasso a new picture for you mufuckas
I'm baaack... yeah
I just want every one of you mothafuckas that here to do one thing with me
C'mon

(Chorus)
Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise
C'mon, New York, Jersey, Philly, Bemore, D.C., Virginia, come on!
Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise
N.C., ATL, Chicago, Cleveland, Miami, LA, Houston

(Verse 1)
We bite the nigga straight outta jail, give me the money nigga
I'll smack you stupid, ain't nuttin funny nigga
I'll lay a nigga out and use they ass to shoot like a marble black floor
Bloody something like a hacksaw
And then we stash a couple gats in the bag because we at war
Pistol whip some of these niggas, leavin em wit cracked jaws
Battlin like we in costalon, niggas see you supposed to know
We extremely serious niggas
You see it's so marvelous how we just strap more, pack more
No chichi niggas allowed, just throw em out the back door
This lone menace got it wicked for the protenants
You niggas soft like limp dick and lead progenes
Blessin the younger thug wit shit to look forward to
The god is back, so niggas is quick and to fast forward you
Yo, this shit be straight energy
You've been fuckin wit Flip Mode, nigga, while I'm refreshin your memory
C'mon!

(Chorus)
Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise
N.O., Seattle, Detroit, St Louis, Dalas, South Carolina, niggas c'mon!
Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise
Connecticut, Pennsylvania, Boston, Buffalo, Delaware, Okland, Little Rock, c'mon!

(Verse 2)
You see it's hectic, respect it
Blow up your deck until my cassette is ejected
How I will beat you just like your father, don't even bother
However nigga, whatever nigga, who wanna follow?
It gets coarse like the calice of a struggling black foot under privilege
I'm quick to stick you for your whole bank book
Bitches follow my bounce and follow my flow
Follow me now, follow me later, follow my glow
Ayyo, follow instructions and follow the pro
And to follow my magic, bitches wanna follow my doe
Keepin ya bouncing, got all my people singin the hook
Got bitches buggin like how niggas be wild in the brook
Look, we street niggas, while you live by the book
Funny nigga, ain't no need to shoot yourself in the foot
Fuck wit bitches that's gettin doe and they know how to cook
In every struggle, I always did whatever it took!
So all my niggas

(Chorus)
Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise
Maryland, Michigan, Kansas, Kentucky, Alabama, Indiana, Utah, c'mon!
Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise
Phoenix, Memphis, Nashville, Mississippi, Rhode Island, Colorado, Wyoming, fuck it
Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise
Idaho, Illinois, Minnesota, Missouri, Oklahoma, Overgod, South Dakota, come on!
Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise
Almafon boroughs, Brooklyn, Queens, Yorksman, Hatinstaton alley niggas, come on!

Ha, yeah, everybody rise, come on
Everybody rise again, rise wit me mufuckas
As I welcome you all to the genesis
A whole new foundation, A whole new idea
A whole new experience
A whole... entire... new... movement
Busta Rhymes, Flip Mode Squad, I salute y'all
Yeah, yeah, come on, everybody riiiiiiiiiiiiiiise
Yeah, yeah, enough of the intro shit, let's get straight to it

Till it's gone!

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 & biggie is gone,
somehow im seeing it clear I would have rather this value,
them so much as both of these nigga's is here yeah,
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, listen

chorus

yo thats what my mother used to always tell me,
extend your hand for the worry and blessing if they need you,
never take life fore granted and bite the hand that feeds you,
be causios how you treath people and how the people feel you,
respect niggers or else the karmarus is coming to kill you,
you got it good baby just get your shit together,
before you lose it and it's over and gone forever,
dressed for the stormy weather feel the songs,
for everyone is personal like I was just writing myself a letter,
a lot of niggers is wildin and calling a name with disrespect,
cashing and blighting and trowing salt in the game im saying,
im dealing with logic I hope you aint thinking im rude,
lets stop ruin the greatest thing thats been given us food,
cloth and a shelter when its cold whe be staying warm,
imagin if they just take the music and rap was gone,
we always good when we get it and then abuse it,
I wont let it cause presieus and I ain't ready to lose it, listen

(Busta Rhymes Talking)
Greatness, yeah, yeah
Aiiyo, turn the beat up a little bit louder
Truck Volume

(Busta Rhymes)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We bout to play a lil' game, match the name with the voice
So when you pick your favorite emcee you makin' the right choice
SO WHO ARE YOU?

(Baby Sham)
Baby Sham, I'm known for the crud
First night pops off with a couple of slugs

(Busta Rhymes)
AND HOW YOU DOIN'?

(Baby Shaman)
You see what I'm workin' wit, it's beyond rap
Stick to the fact, that chapped lips get convexed
Palm that, look where the arm's at, nigga need to launch that
Now tell me what the problem be, is that I'm scorching dem
To flood these streets, hot not partially, cock back the toast
Put your heart for free, so what it feels like to hear me crushin' a beat

(Busta Rhymes)
SO WHO ARE YOU?

(Rah Digga)
The illest broad Digga, reppin' Brick City
If I'm lying may the Lord come strike my left tittie

(Busta Rhymes)
AND HOW YOU DOIN'?

(Rah Digga)
Undisputed metaphor rap queen, always cookin' up some shit
Like mom's a crack fiend, so what's the word
Strike a nerve when I'm speakin'
Any emcee whether black or white, or Puertorriquen
I'm the big dog, you just a cat stuck in a tree
Not one of y'all cocksuckers fuckin' wit me

(Hook) (Busta Rhymes)
SO WHO ARE WE? (Flipmode)
Got you gaspin' for air, hot shit muthafuckas
Throw your hands in the air
WATCH HOW WE DO IT
How we rep and yo we solemnly swear
To put it down until it's over and our time is up here
SO WHO ARE YOU?

(Rampage)
Rampage, new tenant, pack big still
Fuck what ya heard, I'm ready to kill

(Busta Rhymes)
AND HOW YOU DOIN'?

(Rampage)
Day criminal, street thug material
Flipmode Imperial, top breakin' officer
Fuck around we warnin' ya, 21 gun salute
6 official conrads, ain't afraid to shoot
Niggas see us, we got them shakin' in they boots
Flipmode, the streets, bigger than Bayroots

(Busta Rhymes)
SO WHO ARE YOU?

(Spliff Starr)
Yeah, Spliff Starr, cunt-crusher, gun-busta
Hard-to-toucha, one bad muthafucka

(Busta Rhymes)
AND HOW YOU DOIN'?

(Spliff Starr)
Gangsta bitch, deadly like cancerous
I bring it where your parents live, show you what your status is
Steam-boil your cabbages, I can't take y'all nigaz faggotness
You about to die, show him where his casket is
You wanted beans, I had your hood under siege
Guns get squeezed, and bullets hit your knees

(Busta Rhymes)
SO WHO ARE YOU?
Bus-A-Bus now, somethin' fo' sho'
Keep 'em whilin' till somebody's left a leak on the flo'
AND HOW YOU DOIN'?
We've been awaitin' the God, to make an undernovel entry
Controllin' everything in the yard
Rugged like General Custard it seems
How we crush grapefruit, niggaz, and make a mustard out of your team
You know we hotter than the 4th of July
So sit back and watch the fireworks show light up my name the sky

(Hook)

Clones..

(Pharrell)
What you say your name was? Well, um, lookin' real sexy right now. You and your girls, are lookin good. Look, why don't y'all take off y'all jackets? What's your name baby? Word? Okay. Tell your friend right here this, this my man Busta.

(Busta Rhymes)
Hah.
I know you starving for this shit, baby, I'm feeling your hunger
I'm so clean, call a nigga Felix Ungar
So what if I said it, baby? I'm still gon' tell ya
I hope your ass bigger than Willona and Thelma
Listen, it's Busta Rhymes, bitch, I ain't never fail ya
Your ass all over like paraphernalia, hmm
See the police gon' jail ya for walking around
Wit the kind of ass that'll kill ya now
Don't worry 'bout it, I got money to bill ya
Shorty stacking like a mule, type of shit that'll scare ya
Headboard bang, bump the side of ya head
Watch how ya ass spread, spill all off the side of the bed now, hmm
Now, what you do to the dread? Baby, your ass really changed
What he initially said because a nigga dead, but, fuck 'em
'Cause now we vibing and talking and shit
I love to hear your ass go "ba-ba-boom" when you walking and shit

(chorus) (Pharrell)
Move, girl, like your ass on fire
Like your ass on fire
Move, girl, like your ass on fire
Like your ass on fire
Move, girl, I'll light your ass on fire
I'll light your ass on fire
Move, girl, I'll light your ass on fire
Bitch, I'll light that ass on fire
Move, girl, I'll light your ass on fire

(Busta Rhymes)
Bust it.
Baby, I know you probably really need a tablecloth to cover your ass
Digging in your pocket while you rubbing yo ass
Shit so big, just put the club in yo ass
Prep the H2, park it right in front of yo ass
I see your little gap between your cunt and yo ass
And make you jump inside the whip and smoke a blunt wit yo ass
I'm saying, hmm, the shit'll spread like a rash
The way they ass wiggles see I got the shit on a smash
Now, listen, I light the L smell a wiff of the hash
And bag all the bitches, now watch you see me zip in a flash
I'm saying hmm, now I'ma put you on blast
Just like a tint window when you put your shit on the glass
Bust right through the window, then it sit on the dash
And have a nigga driving wreckless till you making him crash
(Hah, cmon) we making money and shit
Now, pop your muffin while we be watching you shaking your shit

(chorus)

(Bridge)
Welcome to hot in Hazyville
It make you wanna dance 'till you break your heels
I know you love the way the God make your feel
Now watch me get deeper than a Navy Seal
(Navy Seal?) It got a crazy feel
Shit feel like you in a danger field
Hypnotize, stuck it in her, daze for real
That's exactly why we call this one Hazyville
(Hazyville)

(Busta Rhymes)
Baby, just shake ya ass 'till you spread on the floor
I noticed that your ass too big for your draws
You need a, a chiropractor just to marry yo ass
To tell the truth you need a tractor just to carry yo ass
Fo reala, you motherfuckers probably think that I'm playing
All bitches love to talk and all that other shit I be saying
And going hmm, see how you putting it down
I love the way you shake it throw it around

(Chorus)

(Bridge)

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


Bust it, I stay rippin' a niggah track so hotter than wax yo so tell me why you act so?Yo I max 'cause I make make a niggah black 'til it's time to relax yo or 'til you all collapse so
Fuck it it's hardly that the god is gettin' tired you don't wanna say that could catch a cardiac relapse niggah (what)the god is back see you don't want nothing no matter how you react, blows to black and blue you frontin' ya back choose whatever the route that you choose ,..wounds so herendous from frensicsing it to analyzing the bruise blows we never come in singular they commin' in twos, my crew be startin' the ruckus once I give them the cues to blast from the triggers that'll bust from all of my dudes,..be the shit that make you niggahs run up outta ya shoes we make you back down havin' the facts down with all the noise we be makin' you could even see the shit on the news (word up) See you don't know nothing about it.


Turn me up some
Yo, the heat from off the street'll burn you up some,the shit i'm sure to spit'll hurt you up some, i'm sayin', but you don't know nothing about it
Turn me up some
I drink a fifth of yak and url it up some ,Yo, just bang it in the truck and turn it up some, i'm sayin',
now watch me dead a niggah fast like them bitches with no ass you corny niggahs low class, Yo, I flash on them then I go and smash couple a hoes and then splash on them, flickin' a 'lil ash on them...from the blunt we smokin'keep a chick chokin', got them open with flows I suppose and make them soak in they clothes , keep the shit that make them sniff and make them open they nose, got them fucked up stuck like they strikin' a pose yo,we gainin' weight na it's just my pockets is swole from keepin'niggahs wilin' wild they drivin' smackin' the pole (a one two)Yeah, see perhaps while i hold me a stack hater niggahsblock holdin' me back yo you fool niggahs plottin' 'gainst the god best be holdin' a strap, 'cause how we commin' through you know it's a rap.Move with a crew of guerilla dudes who know when to clap or blow some shit from off of the earth or the face of the map ,yo so take that, once we give it to you ain't no fakin' a jack It's funny how you find your face in a trap, little bitch niggah frontin' like he ready to scrap, you better off actin' pussy tryna gimmie a DAT.Stayin' focus on fulfillin' a dream the way we spark up and spit a fire the flame probably killin' your team , fuck it, see now we harbor helicopters.....turn the shit up, if you and your peoples ain't hearin' me proper I'm sayin'..see you don't know nothing about it



Hook (Chorus)

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

Come on, can't stop, won't stop, rockin' for you niggas
'Cause I rep the street and Johnnie Cochran for you niggas
And I, got a state gun cockin' for you niggas
(twenty-one) legal (gun) shots

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

(Busta Rhymes)
Now come on, take something, shake something, break something
Stop, close your shop, you niggas ain't sayin' nothin'
Niggas be frontin' and knowin' they ain't really weighin' nothin'
Betta (stop) 'fore we (pop) and really (get to sprayin' something)

(Busta) Flood it up
(Digga) Whip it up
(Busta) Smoke it up
(Digga) Blooded up,
Niggas straight tryin' to brake, I tell 'em shut it up,
I spit the ill for real, ain't nothin' buttered up,
(Flipmode) doin' it (everybody) love it up

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

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

(Busta) Hold up
(Digga) Run on
(Busta) Get up
(Digga) Come on

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

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

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

(Chorus)

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

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

(Digga) Spillin' it
(Busta) Feelin' it
(Digga) Killin' it
(Busta) Come on!

(Rah Digga)
The hardest MC don't want flex no more
(Make it hot) everytime I rock, rest assured
Shit'll have that (who could rock) the raw best award, nigga

(Busta) Look it up
(Digga) Cook it up
(Busta) Shook it up
(Digga) Book it up

(Busta Rhymes)
When we (rock) you shouldn't watch (promoters) nook it up
(Raise the level a little) you know (my niggas) took it up
(In and outta big) figgas while me and (Digga) cook it up

(Chorus)

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 Nigga, 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

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 paper see, I ain't doin nuttin for free
Unless it's for the hood, it might cost you a small fee
Niggaz all in the street, whylin whippin the V
Clever from New York to Chicago back to the D
Check it, take it back like when I was flippin a ki
Bonin chicks, holdin titties like they was Pamela Lee
You know I mastered the art and got it down to a tee
And keep it goin add enough spice, we holdin the recipe
Big paper we makin, all of my crew agree
Stack more and bust up a bottle of Hennessy
In case you niggaz ain't even knowin my pedigree
Invested in resorts for the niggaz who go and ski
If you ain't know the streets is belongin to me
I get my people from the hood and then take 'em all on a spree shoppin
While you niggaz is busy coppin the pleas
We busy blowin frontin like you ain't knowin my stee'

[Chorus]

Yea, snap yo' fingers, c'mon
[heavy breathing]
Here we go now, yea
C'mon