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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] |
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[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 |
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(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*) |
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* 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] |
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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 [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! |
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(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 |
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| 4:57 |
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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 |
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(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) |
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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) |
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| 10. |
| 3:31 |
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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 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) |
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| 3:20 |
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(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) |
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| 3:41 |
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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 |
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| 3:22 |
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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 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 |
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