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from Lil Twist - Turn`t Up [single] (2011)
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from Mary J. Blige - My Life II...The Journey Continues (Act 1) (2011)
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from Justin Bieber - Under The Mistletoe [Deluxe Edition] (2011)
Come they told me
pa rapa pum pum A new born king to see pa rapa pum pum Our finest gifts we bring pa rapa pum pum To lay before the king pa rapa pum pum rapa pum pum rapa pum pum Rum pa pa pum rapa pum pum pum Yeah I'm on the drum yeah i'm on the snare drum Yeah i'm on the beat cuz the beat goes dumb and I only spit heat cuz i'm playing for the sun Playing for the king playing for the title I'm surprised you didn't hear this in the bible I'm so tight I might go psycho Christmas time so here's a recital I'm so bad like Michael I know i'm still young but I go I go Stupid stupid love like Cupid Imma drummer boy so do it do it Little baby pa rapa pum pum I am a poor boy too pa rapa pum pum lets gather round the mistletoe real quick I have no gifts to bring pa rapa pum pum matter of fack lets gather round the fire place its 'bout to get hot in here Thats fit to give our king pa rapa pum pum rapa pum pum rapa pum pum Now lemme get straight to it yo At the table with the family havin dinner Blackberry on our hip and then it gave a little flicker Then I took a look to see before it activates the ringer came to realize my homie Bieber hit me on the Twitter Then I hit him back despite I had some food up on my finger sippin' eggnog with a little sprinkle of vanilla even though it's kinda cold pullin out a chinchilla Bieber hit me back and said Let's make it hot up in the winter I said Cool Ya know Imma deliver let's collaborate and make the holiday a little bigger Before we work I gotta get this off see the other family members and drop gifts off Then I'm headed to the studio cause ain't nothing stopping how you know we bout to turn it up and really get it poppin now People everywhere and all our Twitter followers Merry Christmas Kwanza Happy Hanukkah Mary nodded pa rapa pum pum The ox and lamb kept time pa rapa pum pum I played my drum for him pa rapa pum pum I played my best for him pa rapa pum pum rapa pum pum rapa pum pum If you wanna give it's the time of year JB on the beat yeah yeah I'm on the snare It's crazy how some people say say they don't care when there's people on the street with no food it's not fair It's about time for you to act merrily it's about time for you to give to charity Rarely do people even wanna help at all 'cause they warm by the fire getting toys and their dolls Not thinking there's a family out hungry and cold wishin' wishin' that they had somebody they could hold So I think some of you need to act bold give a can to a drive let's change the globe Imma Drummer Boy so do it do it Imma Drummer Boy so do it do it Imma Drummer Boy so do it do it Imma Drummer Boy so do it do it Imma Drummer Boy so do it do it |
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from DJ Khaled - We The Best Forever [Explicit Version] (2011)
[T-Pain]
Welcome to my hood (Where the hood at) (Where the hood at) Welcome to my hood Everybody know everybody And if I got it everybody got it Welcome to my hood Look at all these old school Chevy's 24?s so you know we roll heavy Welcome to my hood They outside playing hopscotch And every know this is the hot spot Welcome to my hood Them boys will put you down on your knees (Woop, woop) That's the sound of the police In my hood [Rick Ross] Audemar on my wrist Diamond, look like they glowing 50 stacks, all singles, I make it look like its snowing Black unmarked cars, gotta peep how they playin' Treat 'em like jack boys, catch 'em slippin' then slay 'em Lord forgive me for my sins, that's my confessions if they put me in this benz I got possession of a federal offence I'm talking pressure in my criminal intent So wear ya vest's and I'm still gon' stunt Like it aint no tomorrow, f-ck ya house note n-gga Blow that bitch on a bottle The Ferrari just a front, got the Lambo in the back Tell you "we the best forever" DJ Khaled handle that [T-Pain - Chorus] [Plies] I know some n-ggas from my hood that would rob Norieaga I'm talkin' Norieaga, n-gga, the real Norieaga If you aint from the hood, bitch, than stop impersonating us And tell congress when you see 'em I'm stealin' cable And leave the D-Boys alone 'cause they motivate us And why is the half of my whole hood on papers Some are on house arrest, some are on child support Some of 'em did they bit, the other half waiting to go to court Mr Landlord we gon bust your ass with an eviction note Better have the police with you dog, if you came to repo I'm talking strip clubs, I'm talking liquor stores We throw our money round here, but y'all can... [T-Pain - Chorus] [Lil Wayne] Bitch I'm on probation, so my nerves bad And they say time fly's, well mine's first class I landed in the sky, I fell from the streets I talk a lot of sh-t and practice what I preach Back from hell, cell 23, tell the warden kiss my ass Pockets on Monique Bitch I'm from the murder capital Hoe, I'm far from practical Shit happens and since I'm the shit, I'm who it happens to Young Money, Cash Money, blood bitch, I'm red hot I don't see nobody, see nobody like a head shot All that bullshit is for the birds, throw some bread out Got it sewn up, check the thread count [T-Pain - Chorus] |
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from LMFAO - Sorry For Party Rocking (2011)
Body rock, yo, yo
Take it to the hole, yeah, yeah like that Red... red... would you like that, yeah Turn it up, turn it up! Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole I take it to the hole, red... I'm aggressive ... ahead, long dues to play chess with I roll with the best click flow so impressive Shots automatic, better get you a vest quick Easy to go, could have guessed it They call come clean and they all get tested ... test it, just how I test it Spit so clean that's why I dress so fresh... You see my girl over there she big chested Next time my motor boat, face nested When I do that, she screams all festive When you do that, she screams, I'm molested Now you... why we in the club being... requested Step up loud to be the next contestant To go down town and to see what I'm last with Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole I beat it up Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole I beat it up Yo, give me the rock, I'm gonna raid... ... and... the shots,... burning cause my hands is hot Your team is just like a sam shot, we be eating them up ... we be beating them up Half... sipping them up On the court, I be working them up There's no stress... beating me up ... up, face like a... I'm just get started and you seeing matter of fact ... fake to the left, hot shot county, all night I'm doing breeze like I'm... ... gonna be,... vp scout Party people, party people, party people Get your hands up, get your hands up, get your hands up Shout to my ladies on this party, hell yeah Down to my fellows run this party I said to my ladies on this party Or to my fellows run this party Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole I beat it up Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole I beat it up Yo, every single thing I spit on you know what it's cost With some of my diamond shit on, you know who the boss Either way I style on them all day make way Put a smile for the women unless they know I don't play People movin when I wake up and possessin' the best shit Always the first to do with introducing the next shit I ain't talkin', I ain't even put they neck down yet To tell the truth a lot of nigga's need a background check, yo Could give a fuck about your cute buzz I return in case you may know who the truth was ... I'm in a club bottle-sippin' and the bitches is jumpin' When we step up in the buildin' and you see how we get it And watch all of my nigga's... 'till you know how we did it Throw it all up in the street just see the kid on a roll And let me bang with this shawty when I take it to the hole Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole I beat it up Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole I beat it up |
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from Marsha Ambrosius - Far Away (Feat. Busta Rhymes) [single] (2011)
So sad to see you go so soon
I know that you ain't coming back In the beginning everything was cool Toward the end of it all, it's all bad I know I played my part in making it what it is And I know that you did the same I guess I'm up outta here, I'm moving on again I'm sure that you will understand I Played by the rules, you played by the game I couldn't have stayed, it's easier to say 'Cause I was by your side when you went through the pain I guess it doesn't matter now that you're so far away Chorus And every minute you're gone I'm missing you I can't believe that you're far away Can't get you outta my mind, boy you're outta my life I can't believe that you're far away And it would be different if you hear me baby Now that you're so far away Didn't want you go babe, babe Verse 2 Ooh, tear stains on my pillow tryna forget ya Don't' know what I'm gonna do Four days and counting, I been laying here Staring myself in the mirror all alone in my room I can't feel this way gain, gonna think with my head 'Cause my heart is what got me here So hurt from what you done More than enough reasons for me to move on Cause I gave you my word, you put your trust in me Supposed to be the one to give you what you need I was by your side when we were meant to be I guess it doesn't matter now that you're so far away Chorus And every minute you're gone I'm missing you I can't believe that you're far away Can't get you outta my mind, boy you're outta my life I can't believe that you're far away And it would be different if you hear me baby Now that you're so far away Far away, yea, Yea Bridge If I'd have known Sunday morning that you would be gone I wouldn't ever come home I wouldn't have answered my phone to hear the voice had a tone I knew that something was wrong The cop's the one who had told me that you alone Inside an empty room Identified you as my baby Oh my baby, so far away Chorus And every minute you're gone I'm missing you I can't believe that you're far away Can't get you outta my mind, boy you're outta my life I can't believe that you're far away And it would be different if you hear me baby Now that you're so far away Can't believe it that you're gone Please come back to me Please come back now I miss ya babe Back in my life, why don't ya babe? You went off to leave me, boy Without you I just can't go on Please come back to me Please come back now I miss ya babe Come back in my life, why don't ya babe? You went off to leave me, boy Without you I just can't go on Babe, babe, my baby Babe, babe, babe, yeaaa Edited by Tai |
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from Chris Brown - F.A.M.E. [Deluxe Version] (2011)
[Chris Brown:]
Yellow model chick Yellow bottle sipping Yellow Lamborghini Yellow top missing Yeah yeah That shit look like a toupee I get what you get in 10 years, in two days Ladies love me I'm on my cool J If you get what I get what would you say She wax it all off, Mr Miyagi And them suicide doors, Hari Kari [Hook:] Look at me now, look at me now Oh, I'm getting paper Look at me now Oh, look at me now Yeah, fresh than a motherfucker Lil nigga bigger than gorilla Cause I'm killing every nigga that Try to be on my shit Better cuff your chick if you with her I can get her And she accidentally slip fall on my dick Ooops, I said on my dick I ain't really mean to say on my dick But since we talking about my dick All of you haters say hi to it I'm Done [Busta Rhymes:] Ayo Breezy Let me show you how to keep the dice rolling When your doing that thing over there, homie Let's go Cause I feel like I'm running And I'm feeling like I gotta get away, get away, get away Better know that I don't and I won't ever stop cause You know I gotta win everyday day, goooo See they don't really wanna pop me Just know that you never flop me And I know that I can be a little cocky, nooo You ain't never gonna stop me Everytime I come a nigga gotta set it then I got it going Then I get it, than I blow, than I shudder every little thing That he be doing cause it doesnt matter cause I'm gonna dadadadada Then I'm gonna murder every thing and anything a badaboom a badabing I gotta do a lot of things, and make it clearer to a couple niggas That I'm always winning and I gotta get it again and again and again And I be doing it to death and now I move a little foul A nigga better call a, everybody know my style And everybody know I'm the the baddest When I come to doing this and I'm banging on my chest And I bang in the east and I bang in the west And I come to give you more and I never give you less You will hear it in the street or you can read it in the press Do you really wanna know what's next, let's go See the way we on, we be all up in the race and you know We gotta go, don't try to keep up with the pace We struggling and hustling and sending in and getting in And always gotta take it to another place Gotta taste it and I gotta grab it And I gotta cut all throught his traffic Just to be at the top of the throne Better know I gotta have it [Hook:] Look at me now, look at me now Oh, I'm getting paper Look at me now Oh, look at me now Yeah, fresh than a motherfucker [Lil Wayne:] Man fuck these bitch ass niggas how ya'll doin? I'm Lil Tunechi, I'm a nuisance, I go stupid, I go dumb like the 3 stooges I don't eat sushi, I'm the shit, no I'm pollution, no substitution Got a bitch that play in movies in my jacuzzi, pussy juicy I never gave a fuck about a hater got money on my radar Dress like a skater, got a big house, came with a elevator You niggas ain't eatin, fuck it, tell a waiter Marley said shoot em, and I said ok, If you wanted bullshit then I'm like olay, I don't care what you say, so don't even speak Your girlfriend a freak like Cirque Du Soleil That's word to my flag, and my flag red I'm out of my head, bitch I'm outta my mind from the bottom I climb You ain't hotter at mine, nope, not on my time and I'm not even trying What's poppin Slime? nothin five, and if they trippin fuck em five I ain't got no time to shuck and jive, these niggas as sweet as pumpkin pie Ciroc and sprite on a private flight Bitch I'm enticing, guiding light, and my pockets white and my diamonds white And my mommas nice and my daddy's dead You faggots scared cause I'm too wild, been here for a while I was like fuck trial I puts it down I'm so young money if you got eyes look at me now bitch [Hook:] Look at me now, look at me now Oh, I'm getting paper Look at me now Oh, look at me now Yeah, fresh than a motherfucker |
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from Ghostface Killah - Apollo Kids (2010)
[Intro]
He's a superstar, yeahhh [2X] (Told y'all!) He's a superstar, yeahhh [Ghostface Killah] Superstar, blowin smoke at the hookah bar The bullet wound on my neck is a Ruger scar Pop bottles yo, but not just 'pagne You drink Cristal? Well that's a damn shame I down Ketel One, bottles of that Grey Goose That white Hennessy, then I smash the booth A real superstar, check out the booty y'all Red and white green hair, that's Gucci pah Look how the jacket matches loafers it's lookin crazy Dutches pumped up, plus I live in Macy's This is Theodore, they call me Starkalicious Cause my tongue game, is a likkle vicious I got stupid money, so I'ma keep payin I keep the paparazzi, and the fans sayin [Chorus] He's a superstar, yeahhh He's a super, super, super superstar {he is a superstar} He's a super, super, super superstar {ohhhh, he is yeah} He's a super, super, super superstar {oh yes he is a} He's a superstarrrrr yeahhhh [Ghostface Killah] Mink coats, rock diamond wristlets Bankroll so thick I don't need a wishlist Chain swing down to my torn meniscus Red carpet affair, superstar status Wish Mike was here to tell you I'm the (Bad)dest Stalked by TMZ, wanted by Oprah Followed everywhere from the Garden to the Copa Take some more vanilla bean to the mocha Toca, Tone be quick fast to poke ya The Ace of Spade of the deck, use your choker Glossy, always the center of attraction And I bring Redman if it's "Time 4 Sum Aksion" Grimy, consumed on the forest top ten of tree Beast of the food chain that's how it's meant to be [Chorus] [Busta Rhymes] Award show skyscraper presence in your memories Spotlight forever reflect on my accessories Exotic with it 'til your vomit be the recipe Movin forward ain't nothin at all ahead of me Legendary remedy 'til it's medical, get it? Magnetic and be the most incredible with it More than legend but riddich, mosh pit lyrically Godsent to the point see the cynical image Be on the star source, travellin to Venus Now you look at me as weird while I morph into a genius Sometimes it's startlin the way that people see us But the dickride be heavy and be weighin on my penis! Funny how the love be fake but I ain't stressin Thankful for the love that's genuine appreciate the blessing Rockstar livin while I'm handlin my biz Shinin brighter than the sun y'all niggaz KNOW JUST WHAT IT IS! [Chorus] |
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from Royce Da 5'9" - Street Hop (Deluxe) (2010)
[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Aiyyo Royce Da 5'9" Why you wan' share your food with these niggaz? We don't share food in the recession Bite these niggaz like you bite the microphone [Royce Da 5'9"] Livin legend inside of a Smith & Wesson slidin out of the barrel I'm fire, don't try me cause I am HOT! Police cars with they sirens combined when I'm rhymin Sayin they got a call that somebody 'round here done fired SHOTS! Mac-11's in order, the flow is like water Each quote's a quarter of blow, the chorus is followed by the DOT! Goons, goblins and creatures and monsters are bouncin And beat ya and stomp ya and eat ya, don't get swallowed by the BLOCK! I pay a shrink every week to basically tell me "Lay here and speak to me" just to say how psychotic I am NOT! I'm too fly with the viral and physical copies, niggaz sloppy Look up what you under, I'm what you tryin to TOP! I'm scared and compared to no man, I'm like the big hand on Big Ben I get in and I'm hittin my numbers 'round the CLOCK! I'm 'bout to give it back to my nigga Busta Bust and have a seat It's convenient I'm already coppin a SQUAT! {*echoes*} [Interlude: Busta Rhymes] Nowadays when niggaz walk around They start to look like hamburgers and frankfurters Aiyyo Royce Da 5'9" Feed on these motherfuckers homie, c'mon! [Royce Da 5'9"] Take him, gut him and take out his organs and smorgasbord him The more important he is I'm toe-taggin his BEAT! Turn him to chicken chowder, dip him in some sniffin powder Season him with gasoline and THROW his ass in the CREASE! Mention my name in a record I'ma come get you lyrically Individually I'ma take it back to the STREETS! Cannibalistic mentality, rappers hatin, decapitate him Rap 'bout what I naturally happen to BE! Flow is superb and you heard us forget it, two verses Two murders acquitted, personally it's a wrap, CAPICHE? Fingers snappin and tappin they feet, clappin what happened the street 'Bout to happily bring it back to the D! Niggaz claimin harder that all of this time Niggaz believe him until I see him and then slap him and SEE! I ain't havin it, havoc is average to me War's normal, only thing I'm havin is havin a FEAST! {*echoes*} [Interlude: Busta Rhymes] Royce Da 5'9", you my dawg and I'm yo' dawg Bein that I already sic'ed you on these motherfuckers It's yo' turn to sic me on they ass Let's go! [Busta Rhymes] Every time that I marry the rhyme and the beat I go hairy and grind in the street then I'm fuckin up E'RYBODY Mobilizin shit like we gorillas and peelin your skin Like we banana peelers, it's hazardous if you copy Don't you know that I'm one of the coldest courageous, the boldest contagious Ain't no one can phase this thing that I do Well you know since I report the latest that niggaz can't fuck with me Cause I'm the greatest, my shit is sick like the FLU You see I'm animalistic, the cataclysmic events That'll happen whenever I grab the mic and talk Indeed them bag us specifically that I'm hickory dickory dock Of this rizzy, the diddy bop in my walk Now I'm the messenger to set the temperature nigga Whenever the heat will be needed to hot the block up, I'm sayin I got the dillinger, Harry Kissinger with the ratchet The fact is I'm back with the clack and the click, see I ain't playin! [Outro: Busta Rhymes] {*laughs*} Why oh why oh WHY! Royce Da 5'9" please tell me why! Why the fuck these niggaz gon' let us get together and do this shit to 'em It's so fuckin unfair! Shit is so unfair! {*chuckles*} |
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from Ultimate R&B Love 2010 (2010)
[Busta Rhymes]
Look, it's been a long time, I shouldn'ta left you But now I came back to step through Think of how many weak dudes you heard boo Time's up, sorry I let you listen to them, you see I'm back with a gem And you knowin that I'ma always keep it hot 'til the end And again and again, that's how we [Estelle] Make the world go round Round, ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh-ahh Go round, round, ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh-ahh Go round, round, ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh-ahh Go round, round, ah-ah-ah-ah go round [Busta Rhymes] Ay, AY! Just feel my presence Better than ever, back with a vengeance Ah hey, slide on baby just ride on I give ya, e'rything people rely on My nigga, the heat that meat gets fried on Still'll, drop shit to murder the club Call it a killa, stand up with my back on the wall and let her throw her ass, that's what a thug do Put it down, rep how we rep, niggaz know we ball If you ain't know we bought out the club too Baby girl get it - let's swing it right back to the crib then I hit it, she love the way I spit it Huh! See when I come they love how I'm movin it They worship the kid and the way I'm really doin it Shit, make baby girl moist I'm steppin in the club, valet the Rolls Royce [Chorus: Estelle] Filthy talkin, bottle poppin Disco rockin, park, go party I feel life, money and Cashmere These things, make the world go round Round, ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh-ahh Go round, round, ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh-ahh Go round, round, ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh-ahh Go round, round, ah-ah-ah-ah go round [Busta Rhymes] Now what the hell are you lookin for? Watch how a nigga bring the ceilin to the floor See the way I do and get a little raw now Break somethin, see the way we kickin in the door now When I come see a Range and a Porsche now Do what I say, women to the floor now More is what I'm comin to get World tours now, nigga charter the jet Got, women sweatin and they ready and they willin I Come to the telly and they steady doin the diddy bop Hit you with it, sh-sh-sh-sh-shorty gettin really hot Pretty with it, the way a bitch can make the city stop Whyle all night, mami know the routine Style so right and I'm creatin a new scene Bass seem to make mami come and put it on ya while I give it to ya cause you know I'm back to DO IT for ya! [Chorus] [Busta Rhymes] And away we go off to the next spot First 5 is a little club kinda hot First on the scene, see the blunt fire spark Snatch shorty, take her to the corner where it's dark Now, shorty breathin all heavy, hands all on me Then she turn around and try to put her ass on me I ain't payin no mind 'til I seen her crew waitin on the Soul Train line Now, shorty workin hard tryin to get with me Wanna take me to the bathroom tryin to give me quickie But I ain't trickin on 'em like my name Tricky When they smell my cologne they wanna try to give me hickie Like kissin and huggin and suckin on my wrist full of diamonds Move slow, I'll tuck your little chick in my pocket Type of shit I do all day Like the last broad to the show stay, okay? [Chorus] |
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from Drama - Gangsta Grillz : The Album Vol.2 (2009)
[Drama in the background] This... could be something big!
[Ludacris verse 1] Don't change the station, I've been impatiently waiting, Pacin', welcome to the danger zone. It's a war goin' on outside And my people gotta paint they faces on. And what I gotta do, And what I gotta do Is work and flip a dolla'. Ain't got no trophies But I got a shelf of empty liquor bottles. Not an alcoholic but alcohol it, Can ease the pain. Drinkin' all my problems away But still prayin' in Jesus' name. Tryna' turn our voices up, And the government tones us down. Now the gats is goin' up, And the hood is goin' down. So the hood is comin' fo' ya' In the streets is hungry goons! Comin' to a neighborhood near you, Today or someday soon. Betta' watch yo' back, watch yo' front, And watch yo' side to side. Betta' grab yo' gat, light that blunt; The streets gon' ride tonight. And I'm just gon' ride it out, 'Til my expiration date. 'Cause I go hard and the paint (?), They softer than paper plates. Make way for the revolution, And yes you should be scurred. 'Cause one way or another... My people will be heard. [Willie the Kid verse 2] Show you what the soldiers see: Embassy, diplomacy, Since seen (?) infantry, Shootin' at the cobra fleet. Deploy shots, similar to airbags, whereas, This hairpin, trigga' split a hair in half. Body bags, fishy like herring, When I'm airin', tear a chair in half. Watchin' Half Baked, At the cabin by the lake. See the blue and white plates, See the wood on the panel. I may be channel oat, Chilly O, flannel coat. Warfare? Never fair, Therefore, I need finer things: Like grenades, tanks, a couple fighter planes. I'm decorated in medals, Stripes like a zebra. And by the way, you rappin' niggas, I don't like you neitha'. I mean, "either," proper gramma', Pop a camera -- man on that rap, DVD propaganda. Yeah, Willie Da Kid, I ain't one for the shenanigans, Nigga strike a pose, leave you froze, like a mannequin. [Busta Rhymes verse 3] (During Kid's last verse) In these times, The economy got niggas thinkin' The worst to make paper. 'Cause somebody ain't accommodatin' niggas Enough for they slave labor. That's when ya' get a nigga thinkin' about Ya' know he gotta' come in to ya'. It's when a nigga throw a ski mask on, Run up in ya' house, and wanna' do dumb shit to ya'. Rollin' the dices with a nigga that be strugglin', Tryna' make it through the crisis. It might just make him wanna' act up a little bit To print another new gas prices. All this fuckery we got goin' on, Indeed it needs to cease. How the hell is THAT ever, ever gonna happen When the value of the dollar keeps decreasin'? Easin' my hand in somebody's pocket (Fuck that!) I gotta' keep eatin. Speakin' for everybody in the struggle like me, We gotta get it even if we cheatin'! Breathin' hard, my mind is blown, Tryin' not to get evicted out my home. But tryna' live when you know a nigga broke Is like tryna' squeeze blood out a stone. But I'm goin' through the drama with DJ Drama (What!?). I do it for my kids and mama (Who!). Leave it to Barack Obama (Yes!), Change is right around the corna'. You tryin' to keep our people sufferin', All I gotta say is if you don't ease up this pressure, I promise somebody gonna' pay! [DJ Drama outro] Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness! Pursuit, huh? See each and every day we all get closer To the real meanin'. Me, myself? I always follow my own path And now I come here to motivate! "To be heard" means to say something of value. So I make this my Life, My liberty, And everday, my pursuit. What about you? Drama, Luda', Willie, Busta, V12, AMG |
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from Twista - Category F5 (2009)
Caution and Velly (Caution and Velly)
[Chorus: Twista] Been go go-getters, e'ryday money getter Gotta make a billion, everyday go-getter Donald Trump makin big money go-getter Fast lane ridin, young stack of go-getters He's a billion dollar boy, she's a billion dollar girl Billion dollar boy, billion billion dollar girl Billion dollar boy, billion billion dollar girl He's a billion dollar boy, she's a billion dollar.. [Twista] Yeah we get that money, yeah we get that cash E'ry day, all day, gotta make that cash Got them haters everywhere tryin to plot on ya ass That's why I keep the flash just to push they ass back Twista gotta get that paper e'ry day If you wanna play in them big league games Stack yo' money to the sky all day When you tryin to make a billion ain't no time for you to play [Interlude: Twista] Money money money, money money money Favorite color green cause they like money Money money money, money money money Favorite color green cause they like money Twista gettin dough, Twista gettin green Countin them stacks, makin that cream Twista gettin bread, Twista gettin presidents Billion dollar mindstate, just for the hell of it [Chorus] [Busta Rhymes] We gettin A-rab money Let's get this A-rab money, ay I'm bilingual, I be freakin it in Spanish I speak English but billions is my proper language Funny you could wrap it like a mummy with a honey And I'll make the people love me while they hug me with they money And I'm always in a hurry just to come and cook it curry Or bake, MORE CAKE, shinin like the day was sunny And I knew the Lord love me, bless and bestow all upon me While I embellish all in it, that's the basis of the story Pardon all of my aggressions, still get it in a recession And I got the antedote, you could pay me for the confession And it's money in the air, hope you niggaz fill it up in here YOU GOT IT? Let me show you how to be a billionaire [Interlude] [Chorus] [Twista] Steppin in the spot, GMG is the team We don't know about y'all but we stack our cream Haters everywhere, we don't really care When they be talkin that shit over here you know we don't play fair He's a billion dollar boy, she's a billion dollar girl Money money money is the root of all worlds Never let it make you, make that money G's on the Louie 13 gettin scummy [Chorus] |
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from Busta Rhymes - Back On My B.S. (2009)
HaLaShegeHaLitlFaLa
MiliAlaySheNitiMala We gettin Arab Money We gettin Arab Money Now there ain't no way that you could kill the beats dead Middle East women and Middle East bread I got Oil Well money in the desert playin Golf Don't? with a Louis Scarf Chest cold diamonds make a - wanna cough In Dubai 20 million on a few lofts I stay up in da club - The way I make the people wanna sing the hook in Arabic LaLaLa HaleHeloHaLow HelaBalaHeHeleBalo We gettin Arab Money We gettin Arab Money HaLaShegeHaLitlFaLa MiliAlaySheNitiMala We gettin Arab Money We gettin Arab Money Seven Star Hotels, Maybach, Movies Sick big - knock - cameltoe - Women walkin around while security on camelback Club on fire now - dunno how to act Sittin in casino's while I'm gamblin with Arabs Money so long watch me purchase pieces of the Almanac Ya already know I got the streets bust While I make ya bow down makes a lot out a - LaLaLa HaleHeloHaLow HelaBalaHeHeleBalo We gettin Arab Money We gettin Arab Money HaLaShegeHaLitlFaLa MiliAlaySheNitiMala We gettin Arab Money We gettin Arab Money Heyyy! See now I take trips to Baghdad - Use a stack of chips to count Arab money now I don't need to get fresh I'm bout to grow a beard dude So much cake even the money look wierd too Don't mess the bread and the broad I'm tryna eat like Prince - respect the value of ma work In Maui, Malaysia, Iran and IraQ, Saudi Arabia! LaLaLa HaleHeloHaLow HelaBalaHeHeleBalo We gettin Arab Money We gettin Arab Money HaLaShegeHaLitlFaLa MiliAlaySheNitiMala We gettin Arab Money We gettin Arab Money |
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from Busta Rhymes - Back On My B.S. (2009)
HaLaShegeHaLitlFaLa
MiliAlaySheNitiMala We gettin Arab Money We gettin Arab Money Now there ain't no way that you could kill the beats dead Middle East women and Middle East bread I got Oil Well money in the desert playin Golf Don't? with a Louis Scarf Chest cold diamonds make a - wanna cough In Dubai 20 million on a few lofts I stay up in da club - The way I make the people wanna sing the hook in Arabic LaLaLa HaleHeloHaLow HelaBalaHeHeleBalo We gettin Arab Money We gettin Arab Money HaLaShegeHaLitlFaLa MiliAlaySheNitiMala We gettin Arab Money We gettin Arab Money Seven Star Hotels, Maybach, Movies Sick big - knock - cameltoe - Women walkin around while security on camelback Club on fire now - dunno how to act Sittin in casino's while I'm gamblin with Arabs Money so long watch me purchase pieces of the Almanac Ya already know I got the streets bust While I make ya bow down makes a lot out a - LaLaLa HaleHeloHaLow HelaBalaHeHeleBalo We gettin Arab Money We gettin Arab Money HaLaShegeHaLitlFaLa MiliAlaySheNitiMala We gettin Arab Money We gettin Arab Money Heyyy! See now I take trips to Baghdad - Use a stack of chips to count Arab money now I don't need to get fresh I'm bout to grow a beard dude So much cake even the money look wierd too Don't mess the bread and the broad I'm tryna eat like Prince - respect the value of ma work In Maui, Malaysia, Iran and IraQ, Saudi Arabia! LaLaLa HaleHeloHaLow HelaBalaHeHeleBalo We gettin Arab Money We gettin Arab Money HaLaShegeHaLitlFaLa MiliAlaySheNitiMala We gettin Arab Money We gettin Arab Money |
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from Busta Rhymes - Back On My B.S. (2009)
I made a decision,
despite all the things that we go thru I’m going to take more time with you, and be a friend indeed I made a decision, that everything will be alright Going to stay strong and keep it tight, I’ll be there indeed Let me talk to you, when it feels like the sun ain’t shining bright enough It’s like the devil’s trying to work to give ???? And though I’m blessed, I still gotta handle of things I go through It’s good to have a friend, with another perspective to show you Someone you know that knows you, and gives you motivation Someone that you can go to, and vent your frustration We always talk about our peeps, how we be everywhere When you need ‘em the most, are they really ever there? See , every thing be all good when we be havin’ fun The difference is really needing a friend than having one It’s good when your peoples are there to help your problems And help you smile about i t while finding a way to solve it Look at hear, let me keep it at 100 and let me tell ya How you hold me down is something I genuinely value I got a clearer view, and being that you’re always here for me I’ll be here for you I made a decision, despite all the things that we go thru I’m going to take more time with you, and be a friend indeed I made a decision, that everything will be alright Going to stay strong and keep it tight, I’ll be there indeed Well, how you been baby? But I’m sayin’ Even though we probably link up every now and then With minimal convo, look it’s real good to see you friend Something that we allow that I don’t even have to mention Is whether or not you got me, that’s something that I never question Sometimes I feel that the people that I love don’t appreciate me And some hate to see the shit I’ve been going through lately See you was here, when it started to haywire You’re still here, walkin with me going thru the fire And I really love you for it, I know you all relate too On everything that I believe a nd I appreciate it you And just for that, it don’t matter you can put that on my name The way you rep me, let me be there just for you the same Sometimes the pressure and the pain, it be wearin’ me out But I thank you for just bein’ there and for hearin’ me out I got a clearer view, I thank God that you’re here for me and I’m here for you I made a decision, despite all the things that we go thru I’m going to take more time with you, and be a friend indeed I made a decision, that everything will be alright Going to stay strong and keep it tight, I’ll be there indeed I, look in your eye, and I see the pain in it Life’s a game, maybe the game did it I know I changed, t hey say the fame did it Life’s changed, maybe the game did it Two friends, now in two different places And the mister catchin’ planes, and you catching cases Friendship, we never based it on position No matter the game, we both shared the same vision Decisions to split us in the place that life seemed to hit us I would come to town and never get up, with you Around then, things weren’t so simple I had my own issues that I was trying to get through Outside chatter, messing with our mental On the chase of ???? trust, you can’t forget to It’s the real friends, that you’ve got to tend to No matter how far, just know that I’m with you I made a decision, despite all the things that we go thru I’m going to take more time with you, and be a friend indeed I made a decision, that everything will be alright Going to stay strong and keep it tight, I’ll be there indeed I made a decision.. |
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from Busta Rhymes - Back On My B.S. (2009)
[Intro: Akon (T.I.)]
When they tell you that you'll never get over (ha ha ha) Just tell 'em they're number one (el capitan partner) You're a champion (yeah, the Ali of my day, you know me) Don't believe 'em when they try to say it's over! (I can't hear ya, I'm way up here, what you say?) Just tell 'em they're number one (it's over for who, numero uno partner) You're a champion (ha ha ha, let's go Bust!) [Busta Rhymes] Now, there's, nothin you can do to stop a nigga from within With the hunger of a lion I secure another win (hey!) So passionate, you might even misinterpret it as arrogant I'm goin in (hey!) I'ma make the world feel my pain while I'm showin you my muscle and I hustle through the game And even though they leave us in the hood like we ain't SHIT We ain't got nothin but EVERYTHING to gain Look, even if a muh'fucker try to pop me I'm so BLESSED - do anything that you could do to stop me (STOP ME) Now I'm climbin up the ladder and I'm jumpin at the top You might wanna call me - ROCKY See there's more of us - UGLY You don't really wanna war with us - TRUST ME So glorious, that we from the bottom Still we victorious - HUG ME [Chorus: Akon (Busta Rhymes)] I see it in your eyes, it ain't hard to tell They're watchin you (can't nobody ever stop what I'm doin) They just tellin you lies, they want you to fail They're plottin on you (and they can never stop my movement!) Sooooo, don't believe 'em when they try to say it's over (You know exactly what to tell 'em!) Just tell 'em they're number one (number one) You're a champion! [T.I.] Hey, see the websites lyin tryin to block my shine Don't you know you never will stop my grind? In a drop-top flyin like I don't got time Got e'rybody surprised that I won't drop dimes What's on yo' mind? Best get me off it At least quit lyin if you must keep talkin Go on with the nonsense, best keep walkin Boy how you sue us, send the lawyers to the office A lot of y'all got sprung like that shawty Couple months off, I'll be right back shawty With a brand new swag and a brand new .40 And a brand new ride, give a damn who saw it Nation-wide news, nigga yeah you saw it Shawty need a bodyguard for his bodyguard, don't he? Tip fallin off sound kinda odd, don't it? Y'all hate to see me ball? Take it up with God homie [Chorus] [Busta Rhymes] Any situation where you might get FED UP Gotta stay focused, homie keep your head up It don't really matter what the next one is doin Homie gotta handle your business and then you better STEP UP Live to the fullest for the dream you're pursuin Ain't nothin in the work gon' really stop what you're doin (OHH!) Go hard no matter what they be sayin Nigga don't quit cause you know we gotta keep it movin (OHH!) Take a look and see yourself in me Cause it's all about we (WE) Me and you securin a win together So we could be the best that we could ever be (OHH!) Stay up on your grind, be the first one to - SET IT People try to shut me down, I won't - LET IT I'm so stubborn for the success You know my motto - don't stop, get it, get it! [Chorus] [Akon] Tell 'em they're number one [repeat to fade] |
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from Busta Rhymes - Back On My B.S. (2009)
[Intro/Chorus]
They say we make the greatest HITS So who am I, to dis-AGREE? I hear the streets callin, y'all was lookin for ME Everybody, was lookin for one thing You lookin for something, well I got the something Now every single person that was lookin for something Well let me give 'em what they askin fo' - HEY! Let me give 'em what they askin fo' - HEY, HEY! Hey - what'chu tryin to know? I got the sick Southside and it ain't no joke Hot cookin, sittin pretty, shiny smokes Up in the fine cuisine, sup a little wine with my folks A bunch of filthy rich niggaz that be grindin the most Bunch of ace of spade models makin champagne toasts And I got, Armani suits, sick wrists on glow A nigga back, hittin harder than a 2x4 See them diamonds, yeah I bet'cha never seen 'em befo' Drippin off a nigga 'til the stones'll fall on the flo' I'm throwin, money down the room to please myself I'm into self-preservation so I freeze myself See I'm so, dipped fresh I wanna squeeze myself And do it so big sometimes I can't believe myself No matter how hard a nigga greed my wealth See you can front if you want, the game need my help Now let's GO! [Chorus] Hey - how you ain't gon' choke When you see five mills hangin off my throat? We don't know about the drugs but you know mines coke Couple Venezuelan bitches chillin on my boat Now now now, a lot of niggaz ridin on my coat But I don't worry cause you know the difference is mines dope E'rytime the hood's eatin nigga they find hope Ain't nuttin change same birdie hangin off my rope Now listen - I got the 50 if you all want smoke Just put your lips up to your fingers if you takin a toke You see I gladly share the weed just never leave me the roach When I get with bitches in the building they be catchin the ghost I'm sayin, go 'head and roam girl and giggle around me Break your shit, the shit it start to wiggle around me So, swaggnificent the shit won't stop Just got the crib fit with airplane lights on top Now let's GO! [Chorus] Hey - how you all gon' sleep When a nigga like the groove but beepin on my creep So serious, when you walk up on my street The Violator hood niggaz busy parkin my fleet Of vehicles from East Europe I can hardly repeat The names of, shit is strange but it's hard to defeat How we do it and we kill 'em 'til there ain't nuttin left I finish niggaz e'rytime because we do it to death Now let's GO! [Chorus] [repeat "HEY" to fade] |
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from Busta Rhymes - Back On My B.S. (2009)
It's too late to turn back now nigga
Getcha money, getcha money (two times) Hey I'm bout to act up in a wondertrip on their ass T-pain yeah Hook: You should already know when I walk in the door That it ain't no use in frontin' on me (frontin' on me) I'ma hustler I'ma do my thing You already know what it's gon' be (what it's gon' be) I keep hustlin' (ya) I keep hustlin' (ya) I keep hustlin' (ya) I keep hustlin' (ya) And if you feel me put your hands up and come and sing the hustler's anthem with me It's an anthem like: Lalalalala (yeah) Lalalalala (keep hustlin' dog) Lalalala Lalalala Keep hustlin dog Lalalalala (yeah) Lalalalala (keep hustlin' dog) Lalalala La (yeah) La (yeah) La (keep hustlin' dog) Okay Let's go What it do, what it do all day Come through and get it jumpin' Throwin' money away It don't matter if you're hustlin' a bundle of yay Or you got a 9 to 5 Let the champagne spray Boom click a little don of the red rose Two chicks on my arm when I step okay Gillette razor sharp You know the boy don't play BC10 drop me down in Saint-Tropez Let the money machine roll on We been needin' a nigga like you in the street so long Everytime you drops yakkin' You do no wrong Our progress, you and your little crew prolong I know your forte We blind your little shine Fuck whith your portrait While you wanna leave I know your lil' chick wanna stay And if you violate see I assure you'll all gon' pay You should already know when I walk in the door That it ain't no use in frontin' on me (frontin' on me) I'ma hustler I'ma do my thing You already know what it's gon' be (what it's gon' be) I keep hustlin' (ya) I keep hustlin' (ya) I keep hustlin' (ya) I keep hustlin' (ya) And if you feel me put your hands up and come and sing the hustler's anthem with me It's an anthem like: Lalalalala (yeah) Lalalalala (keep hustlin' dog) Lalalala Lalalala Keep hustlin dog Lalalalala (yeah) Lalalalala (keep hustlin' dog) Lalalala La (yeah) La (yeah) La (keep hustlin' dog) Okay let's go Hey girl The god's back in town You ain't gonna wanna miss it when the shit go down We celebratin' like we throwin' money around Bring a lot of 'tron We bout to order a couple of rounds Look I know at times it probably seem like the hardest when you ain't got it But you gotta go and get it regardless Check it Get on your hustle homie (Get up and go Get up and go and do it proper for the veteran knows And go and cop an island and do a lot so I can stack up a With a couple billion with a stash in the flow Up in the mansion, listen I'm only tellin' you the theme of this caper Is get your paper Let's keep it goin' You should already know when I walk in the door That it ain't no use in frontin' on me (frontin' on me) I'ma hustler I'ma do my thing You already know what it's gon' be (what it's gon' be) I keep hustlin' (ya) I keep hustlin' (ya) I keep hustlin' (ya) I keep hustlin' (ya) And if you feel me put your hands up and come and sing the hustler's anthem with me It's an anthem like: Lalalalala (yeah) Lalalalala (keep hustlin' dog) Lalalala Lalalala Keep hustlin dog Lalalalala (yeah) Lalalalala (keep hustlin' dog) Lalalala La (yeah) La (yeah) La (keep hustlin' dog) Kiddie bangin' at random And the way the nigga hustle it's like he's throwin' a tantrum Tryin' to hustle cop a plane A couple ships You hustle up on the block some niggas hustle at random Now As long as you can go and muscle a grip Whether you shinin' from a grind or you hustle legit either way get money nigga Turn on the switches for power hustlin' and stack all your riches That's how we on it |
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from Busta Rhymes - Back On My B.S. (2009)
[Verse 1: Busat Rhymes]
What di blooclaat yuh a talk bout when mi in di Place and yuh see di bwoy a walk bout (TRUE!) Don Use two ting park outside a di club and yuh see Police chalk out (Hmmm!) A likkle eediat bwoy mass Out see di pretty gal dem side a di place pass out (HEH HEH HEH HEH!!!!) True mi a luagh out Come Through and mek di people too massive mi caan South Di likkle fool fool bwoy cross out and mi in Di place yuh know seh mi a shine floss out (GWAAN SHINE RUDEBWOY!) Yuh nuh see boss deh bout True And when mi a talk yuh fi shut yuh mouth Look, any Bwoy waan test blast out pop coppa shot yuh should A tek anodda ras rout Now before mi get ready fi Flash out bring two big batty gal back a mi ras house [Chorus: Busta Rhymes (*Pharrell) (Tosh)] A KILL DEM!!! (And one and two and three and four Lick a shot more fire!!!!) A KILL DEM!!! (And one And two and three and four lick a shot more Fire!!!!) (*Look at that muffin!) (What di Bloodclaat dem a talk bout!) (*Look at that Muffin!) A KILL DEM!!! (*Look at that muffin!) (*Look at that muffin!) (Dem a know seh we run This bloodclaat round here!) (*Look at that Muffin!) (Weh dem a really a deal wid?) (*Look at That muffin!) A KILL DEM!!! (*Look at that Muffin!) (Yuh nuh know seh a we run this Bumbohole!) (*Look at that muffin!) (YAH HEAR MI!!!!!!!!!) [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] Concrete control everyting inna di bloodclaat Street (EH!!!!) It nuh really matta weh dem waan Speak bare cocksman deh bout we nuh eat people Meat (TRUE!) Nuff woman in di place dem a bleach When yuh hear big tune more fire dem a preach (HA!) When man pull up and di tire dem a screech Whole heap a excitement when dem find out seh we Reach Now, when, big man come through have Manners, cau mi nuh know weh dem a try do Yo, oonu Fi know seh we nuh skin out bwoy who waan test ol' Dutty big gunman crew (RAH!) Gal see mi and she Seh Mr. Rhymes tek wine, nuh matta gun inna yuh Waistline (CHO!!!!) Now yuh know seh she know di Routine mi a beat dat and tek it to anodda extreme [Chorus: Busta Rhymes (*Pharrell) (Tosh)] A KILL DEM!!! (And one and two and three and four Lick a shot more fire!!!!) A KILL DEM!!! (And one And two and three and four lick a shot more Fire!!!!) (*Look at that muffin!) (What di Bloodclaat dem a talk bout!) (*Look at that Muffin!) A KILL DEM!!! (*Look at that muffin!) (*Look at that muffin!) (Dem a know seh we run This bloodclaat round here!) (*Look at that Muffin!) (Weh dem a really a deal wid?) (*Look at That muffin!) A KILL DEM!!! (*Look at that Muffin!) (Yuh nuh know seh a we run this Bumbohole!) (*Look at that muffin!) (YAH HEAR MI!!) [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] Everytime mi hear di most wickedest ting I'm still Inna mi prime (True!) Whole heap a people still Inna di line watch how dem a wait fi see mi every Bloodclaat time Big batty mi must fill up dat when Mi touch sound selecta must puul up dat (BO BO BO BO BO BO BO BO!!!!!!!!) Yuh see di dancehall Packed Nuff shot fire till somebody lay dung flat Hey! And if yuh really wanna know who a di maddest Is Mi when mi siddung and a bun nuff chalice Now! I mon waan know dem a manage and mi dun dance till Every bloodclaast vanish (HA!) From Brooklyn way Dung a Buckingham Palace bare pretty gal a par and Yuh know we a di baddest More fire bun di place Wid a book a matches gal tek wuk from when mi a Dig inna yuh crotches [Chorus: Busta Rhymes (*Pharrell) (Tosh)] A KILL DEM!!! (And one and two and three and four Lick a shot more fire!!!!) A KILL DEM!!! (And one And two and three and four lick a shot more Fire!!!!) (*Look at that muffin!) (What di Bloodclaat dem a talk bout!) (*Look at that Muffin!) A KILL DEM!!! (*Look at that muffin!) (*Look at that muffin!) (Dem a know seh we run This bloodclaat round here!) (*Look at that Muffin!) (Weh dem a really a deal wid?) (*Look at That muffin!) A KILL DEM!!! (*Look at that Muffin!) (Yuh nuh know seh a we run this Bumbohole!) (*Look at that muffin!) (YAH HEAR MI!!!!!!!!!) |
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from Busta Rhymes - Back On My B.S. (2009)
[Intro]
Most people would consider this illegal [Chorus] Since we are the best and you agree with me right? No need to debate.....the way we run shit See were kind of like the government, so just repect my conglomerate Just respect my conglomerate, just respect my conglomerate Just respect my conglomerate, just respect my conglomerate [Verse One: Busta Rhymes] It's Bus Rhymes!!!! (HUH!) And I'm back With the crack, and the thugs, and the drugs, NIGGA BLACK!!!! (OH!!!!) The best to do it we only deal with the facts bitch Blazin that I'm so amazin on the tracks BITCH!!!!!! (BOUNCE ON 'EM!!!!) And I jump, and I skip And I hop, and I flip over niggas like gymnastics (HEY!) Watch the way and I'm givin the streets acid Bastards niggas know I'm the king of the classics Drastic measures, I'm spreadin like a rash bitch Class is in session you 'bout to get yo' ass kicked Emperor, of every roundtable of the house (AND WHEN I SPEAK) Niggas respect me as leader of the councilman God rap, God persona, God scrilla (HUH!) God body in the flesh call me GODZILLA!!!! Now you know you see we be the most prominent Dominant niggas respect my conglomerate (AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!) [Chorus] (Young Jeezy) Since we are the best and you agree with me right? No need to debate.....the way we run shit See were kind of like the government, so just repect my conglomerate Just respect my conglomerate, just respect my conglomerate (Yeaaaaah! I try to tell 'em homie) Just respect my conglomerate, just respect my conglomerate (Yo Bus', watch my moves yo) [Verse Two: Young Jeezy] I tell 'em, "Hol' up, swoll' up Yee ain't see us rollin up" See them broads froze up, soon do's open up Hey ladies, you likin what ya see? +American Gangster+, my strap's European (YO!!) Came wit a scope, got a Navy feel So I can ambush niggas like the Navy Seals My defensive line lookin like some linebackers Most six cars, the other hal - CARJACKERRRRS!!! Ballers wit them thangs, yeah we call 'em contractors And if ya in-boys right, then they might contract ya (HA-HAAAAAH!!!) 40 cal lookin sweet on them honeycomb seats Just like Cassie, my Sean John freak Get you what ya want, just not that deep Yet throteen'll split, got them May-ride seats Two for the madonna, the May-ride freak You know I brought the whole team, so the yay ride deep [Chorus] (Jadakiss) Since we are the best and you agree with me right? (Uh-huh) No need to debate..(uh-uh!)...the way we run shit (Yeah) See were kind of like the government, so just repect my conglomerate (Eh-HAEH!!!) Just respect my conglomerate, just respect my conglomerate (Ha-HAEEEH!!) Just respect my conglomerate, just respect my conglomerate (HA-HAEEEH!!) [Verse Three: Jadakiss] Yeah, uh, yeah, yo.. Workers, bosses, Ferraris, Porches Dope fiends nauseous, crack spot Race track, horses, big meetings at the Round table, to discuss what the cost is Money, change you, devils, angels We the ones who say what you can and what you cain't do Respect, power, kush, sour Haze, airy, pills, powder Gangstas, varmints, ice, garments Don shit, real niggas who I get it on wit When I'm around, my colleagues ain't comfortable They all got a-sick with my verses for a month or two (Uh) Yep - wrong nigga to have a problem with The blade first, then the bullet gon' follow it Yeah, if you lucky, I might hollow it D-Block, just respect my conglomerate [Chorus] Since we are the best and you agree with me right? No need to debate.....the way we run shit See were kind of like the government, so just repect my conglomerate Just respect my conglomerate, just respect my conglomerate Just respect my conglomerate, just respect my conglomerate |
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from Busta Rhymes - Back On My B.S. (2009)
As we go way beyond sky's the limit and you know who we are
We shootin' for the moon and land on the stars Let us land on the stars, let us land on the stars Let us land on the stars We 'bout to do it real big like outta this world and we takin' it far Shootin' for the moon and land on the stars Let us land on the stars, let us land on the stars Let us land on the stars, let us Now don't you think this shit's outrageous? At this point if you don't see I'm one of the greatest I play the long time up in the league with the majors In every history book they add a couple more pages Like about the way I take 'em through stages On different levels, peep the way it read on the gauges Regardless I'ma love 'em, I don't care how they hate us No matter how they try, see they could never replace us Like mommy always said beware of the dangers Embrace genuine love, be careful of strangers 'Cause when you are the best they try to weaken and change us They don't recognize at first but always do when you're famous Like I live my life bold and courageous And invest my time and always calculatin' my wages And let me lead the march, they'll probably start to parade us Because you know that I'm comin' to save us As we go way beyond sky's the limit and you know who we are We shootin' for the moon and land on the stars Let us land on the stars, let us land on the stars Let us land on the stars We 'bout to do it real big like outta this world and we takin' it far Shootin' for the moon and land on the stars Let us land on the stars, let us land on the stars Let us land on the stars, let us I spread my wings takin' off properly I laugh at muh'fuckers that'll think they can top me I laugh harder 'cause somebody said that they dropped me When I'm flyin' through the sky, now how the hell they gon' stop me Like most of the time it's good to be patient Now I'm back with the crack, sorry for keepin' you waitin' Prepare the food right for the street and season the steak And grab a champagne glass and put it up, we celebratin' Like and tell me who you tryin' to race with If you ain't notice nigga I be ridin' a spaceship I'm light years ahead and way beyond all the fake shit I gotta stay away from trash because I probably'll break shit Like I know it's kinda hard to believe this The way I always come back and return with the heat, bitch This shit ain't a secret, son, it's hard to defeat this Risin' out the ashes, flyin' like a Phoenix As we go way beyond sky's the limit and you know who we are We shootin' for the moon and land on the stars Let us land on the stars, let us land on the stars Let us land on the stars We 'bout to do it real big like outta this world and we takin' it far Shootin' for the moon and land on the stars Let us land on the stars, let us land on the stars Let us land on the stars, let us See now you see I'm back in the zone, B And it feels good to be home with Sylvia Rhone see Back to smash on the planet, niggaz know I'm the only one To be back with the authentic to smash all the phonies Like we mostly do the thing that you can't teach And then send 'em a rhyme into that bullshit you can't reach Then I give you shit that make the hood wanna bang in the street And state my word is bond, I live out what I speak nigga As we go way beyond sky's the limit and you know who we are We shootin' for the moon and land on the stars Let us land on the stars, let us land on the stars Let us land on the stars We 'bout to do it real big like outta this world and we takin' it far Shootin' for the moon and land on the stars Let us land on the stars, let us land on the stars Let us land on the stars, let us |
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from Busta Rhymes - Back On My B.S. (2009)
(Busta)
Hey baby put your hand on my heart tell me if you ever felt a heartbeat like this (Jelly Roll) hook once Boom boom boom boom is the sound that your hear From my heartbeat hard like a bass drum Zoom zoom zoom zoom as my blood starts to raise through My vains all I wanna is to be close to you I like you those boots you know just what to do Girl let me see those tattoos im gonna ride with you Rite here’s the perfect place to for me to kiss and f**k you I can’t wait to taste your SUGAR (Busta) I want to taste your body I want to taste your face I want to taste your breast taste below your waste That’s some of my many wishes Fresh out the bubble bath girl you taste so delicious From when you leave and go to work and how you blow me kisses The way you come back to the crib and cook and wash the dishes It’s kinda hard to fight it once the fire is ignited You feel my heart beat baby you got me so excited (hook)once I can’t explain the feelin It’s such an amazing thing You like a prize position A gift to any king or wings Is only here to protect us No matter what we go through And how it might affect us Tired of the lectures A piece to tell me to chill But they don’t really understand what im tryin to build But I brush it off as nothing Baby let me tell you something Every single time I see you my adrenalin be rushin (hook) once (Jelly Roll) Your body is smoking like a Newport Better yet im backwards You like it in the back seat case baby girl your that hood I never had it how you put it on me The way you move is makin me horny Man I just wanna kiss you all over you body stretch you like palates Baby lets get naughty do it how we do f**kin all around the house Started on the bed ended up on the couch Damm I touch you and you touch me We get closer and you hold me like your holdin On for dear life boldly And we go out on the balcony And let our bodies wrap up and we f**k Until the sun come up housekeepin come and catch us I don’t care thou u takin it im givin it we breakin it Everything up in the room like a tornado in the makin And im wildin and im racing baby let me take you down And while you give it to me let me give it back girl listen to the sound as it goes (hook) once |
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from Busta Rhymes - Back On My B.S. (2009)
[Chorus: DeMarco & Jelly Roll]
The way I rep the street and how a nigga killin every single second They say I'm doin too muuuuuuuch I try to step back just a little just to give niggaz a chance But as you've seen they really couldn't do muuuuuuuch Even when I'm layin low I put it down for every city and every borough I love to put the hood uuuuuuup I disappear just for a minute and it's funny when the same people say We hate the fact that you gone - SO NOW THE HOOD BE SAYIN!! Ahhh-ahhh-ahhh-ahhh, we miss you, oh and we love what you doin sayin [3X] Ahhh-ahhh-ahhh-ahhh, we miss youuuuu, ahh-ahh-ahh [Busta Rhymes] Jack, lemme, lemme show you niggaz progress Layin the law like I'm the head of Congress Jewelry layin like a baby on they mom's breast GUESS WHAT?! I'm 'bout to drop another bomb - YES!! YES!! Back with the crack, fiends get in line Feds patrollin the strip, see it's election time Mr. Rhymes thirsty to lock up every town bagged Money heavy like we carryin babies in them brown bags Like my brown Louis luggage, I'm in a brown suit A rare Louis collection, pushin a brown Coupe Paint job sick like a bitch leakin out brown douche Hundred EX Phantom, suck in the brown pew Banned, cigar man now look around you People gather like they done finally found the truth Every word so compellin; I'm burnin down the booth Now if you niggaz need proof LISTEN!! [Chorus] [Busta Rhymes] Check - all rise, niggaz get it straight (ha) I rep the hood, rain hail snow and earthquake (ha) I'm past rattlin buildings, I make the earth shake (OH!) And make the hood wanna rebel and start to hurt Jake (Jake) Like how the pavement lay on every street I turn savage and grow fangs when I'm on every beat There's never been any problem! We harbor heavy heat You niggaz know that he got 'em, so listen when he speak Go 'head niggaz! Peep how I'm rollin up my sleeves on 'em Boa constrictor flow I'm 'bout to put the squeeze on 'em My money speak a different language, Lebonese on 'em And turn it up another two thousand degrees on 'em GET 'EM! I dress bummy in Bugati, stupid And drown cities when I give you that tsunami music And watch my HOOD niggaz spaz, peep the way I do it Long as you know who be the greatest DON'T CONFUSE IT [Chorus] [Outro] Yah!! Busta Rhymes, come fi take over Yah!! Watch you dance, or you a lead Yah!! C'mon go... yah!! Aight... [fades] |
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from Busta Rhymes - Back On My B.S. (2009)
[Chorus: Ron Browz]
If two dollars gettin made, we want in If a stock is gettin trade, we want in A record gettin played, we want in A message to the game, that we want in Whoaaaaaaohhh, we want in Whoaaaaaaohhh, this is a fair warning Whoaaaaaaohhh, we want in Whoaaaaaaohhh, this is a fair warning [Busta Rhymes] Ha, hey ma! Look your child's grown And I built somethin, Flipmode is touchin down stone Look you shouldn't have no fear And now we bringin the streets back, look how it feel out here Now y'all respect the hard work, but I don't care nigga We all tryin to eat you better learn how to share You see the moral of the story and from how it begins is I'm extortin this whole shit - nigga I want in! [Chorus] [Spliff Star] Open up the blood clat door let me in before I let the barrel spin and fire off the pin This is my block (block) this is my shop (shop) Fuck a ex-cuse, give me mines off the top What'chu waitin on? All my patience is gone I ain't waitin on no man, I stick to the program Keep the pockets bulky like the muscles on Conan, swollen European cars I be rollin - Spliff! [Chorus] [Show Money] Geah niggaz, this is your fair warning I give one soo woo to the gang and they on it (soo woo) Cause you know how I think, drugs and extortion We tired of waitin nigga we want our portion You know what we endorsin, more violence and more fortune Watch how you play with them boys - use caution It's {Money Roll} geah And that whole motherfuckin Flipmode, don't cross them [Chorus] |
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from Busta Rhymes - Back On My B.S. (2009)
Harmonizing 'Back on my bullshit'
For 46 seconds Hey ya'll niggaz thought I wasn't nice With the second tune and shit He he he he he oh shit Ayo Dj Scratch Th, this how you want me to set it homie I hope you ready to march niggaz Hut two three four Back with the gangsta of rap, retort I hope somebody quickly call up a doctor Go get a medic 'cause somebody 'Bout get finally resected Oh shit nigga goin' insane, muthafucka 'Bout to bloodshed ya cell membrane Shit the propane bitch The fine cocaine, lil' nigga you touch the shit That ya can't contain I fill'em with octane, light another fire nigga 'Til I'm high killa, ignite another flame Ah, sorry I dig his talent Well, tie ya little lame look Okay, it don't matter 'Cause I'm the one to blame I'm startin' to act strange Facin' every challange shit Incredible hope, lyrical amalgam bitch Oh my gosh, oh my gosh I'ma band and oh Ring everything like El DeBarge (Ooh, ooh and I like it, I like it) And so I said, and so I said Excuse me dear, my gosh you look nice Put ya money on her, better double the price But let's get it niggaz and jump (Behind the wheel of fortune) Hey, and let's jump (Behind the wheel of fortune) Hey, all my niggaz jump (Behind the wheel of fortune) Hey, my ladies jump (Behind the wheel of fortune) Hey I'ma take off my jacket now You see, I'm back on my bull shit You tired lil' niggaz go in line, watch how I vibe on mine, I'm shifting the climate, quiet And if you wan' test what I'm on bitch I wish you niggaz try it, uh, uh, uh I mentioned that I'm back to cause the riot (Hot drops) And I come to supply it Hu, hu you niggaz on a diet You can't stop it then I drop Ya know, ya can't deny it My home, boy, you know that I'm a crook And I'ma try it While I'm counting this money and I hide it I'm taking it back Puttin' ya hands in my eyes, can't see You get to puttin' yo eyes on me Look, look how I drop shit I got hit, I won't quit and bet you see I'm back in a cockpit I'm coming back Like I'm moving the crooks Everybody gather around And get ya to singin' the hook (Ooh, ooh and I like it, I like it) And so I said, and so I said Excuse me dear, my gosh, you look nice Put ya money on her, better double the price But let's get it niggaz and jump (Behind the wheel of fortune) Hey, and let's jump (Behind the wheel of fortune) Hey, all my niggaz jump (Behind the wheel of fortune) Hey, my ladies jump (Behind the wheel of fortune) Hey Pretty good for a sound check nigga |
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from Busta Rhymes - Back On My B.S. (2009)
(Featuring Estelle)
Naku Penda Piya-Naku Taka Piya-Mpenziwe) (I Love You Too-I Want You Too-My Love) Liberian Girl... You Came And You Changed My World A Love So Brand New Liberian Girl... You Came And You Changed Me Girl A Feeling So True Liberian Girl You Know That You Came And You Changed My World, Just Like In The Movies, With Two Lovers In A Scene And She Says... "Do You Love Me" And He Says So Endlessly... "I Love You, Liberian Girl" (Naku Penda Piya-Naku Taka Piya-Mpenziwe) (I Love You Too-I Want You Too-My Love) Liberian Girl... More Precious Than Any Pearl Your Love So Complete Liberian Girl... You Kiss Me Then, Ooh,The World You Do This To Me Liberian Girl You Know That You Came And You Changed My World, Just Like In The Movies, With Two Lovers In A Scene And She Says, "Do You Love Me" And He Says So Endlessly "I Love You, Liberian Girl" (Naku Penda Piya-Naku Taka Piya-Mpenziwe) (I Love You Too-I Want You Too-My Love) Liberian Girl You Know That You Came And You Changed My World, I Wait For The Day, When You Have To Say "I Do," And I'll Smile And Say It Too, And Forever We'll Be True I Love You, Liberian Girl, (Girl) All The Time I Love You Liberian Girl, (Girl) All The Time I Love You Liberian Girl, (Girl) All The Time I Love You Liberian Girl, (Girl) All The Time I Love You (Girl) I Love You Baby I Want You I Love You Baby Ooh! (Girl) I Love You Baby, I Want You Baby, Ooh! (Girl) |
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from Busta Rhymes - Back On My B.S. (2009)
(Featuring Estelle)
Naku Penda Piya-Naku Taka Piya-Mpenziwe) (I Love You Too-I Want You Too-My Love) Liberian Girl... You Came And You Changed My World A Love So Brand New Liberian Girl... You Came And You Changed Me Girl A Feeling So True Liberian Girl You Know That You Came And You Changed My World, Just Like In The Movies, With Two Lovers In A Scene And She Says... "Do You Love Me" And He Says So Endlessly... "I Love You, Liberian Girl" (Naku Penda Piya-Naku Taka Piya-Mpenziwe) (I Love You Too-I Want You Too-My Love) Liberian Girl... More Precious Than Any Pearl Your Love So Complete Liberian Girl... You Kiss Me Then, Ooh,The World You Do This To Me Liberian Girl You Know That You Came And You Changed My World, Just Like In The Movies, With Two Lovers In A Scene And She Says, "Do You Love Me" And He Says So Endlessly "I Love You, Liberian Girl" (Naku Penda Piya-Naku Taka Piya-Mpenziwe) (I Love You Too-I Want You Too-My Love) Liberian Girl You Know That You Came And You Changed My World, I Wait For The Day, When You Have To Say "I Do," And I'll Smile And Say It Too, And Forever We'll Be True I Love You, Liberian Girl, (Girl) All The Time I Love You Liberian Girl, (Girl) All The Time I Love You Liberian Girl, (Girl) All The Time I Love You Liberian Girl, (Girl) All The Time I Love You (Girl) I Love You Baby I Want You I Love You Baby Ooh! (Girl) I Love You Baby, I Want You Baby, Ooh! (Girl) |
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from Busta Rhymes - World Go Round (2009)
(Featuring Estelle)
Naku Penda Piya-Naku Taka Piya-Mpenziwe) (I Love You Too-I Want You Too-My Love) Liberian Girl... You Came And You Changed My World A Love So Brand New Liberian Girl... You Came And You Changed Me Girl A Feeling So True Liberian Girl You Know That You Came And You Changed My World, Just Like In The Movies, With Two Lovers In A Scene And She Says... "Do You Love Me" And He Says So Endlessly... "I Love You, Liberian Girl" (Naku Penda Piya-Naku Taka Piya-Mpenziwe) (I Love You Too-I Want You Too-My Love) Liberian Girl... More Precious Than Any Pearl Your Love So Complete Liberian Girl... You Kiss Me Then, Ooh,The World You Do This To Me Liberian Girl You Know That You Came And You Changed My World, Just Like In The Movies, With Two Lovers In A Scene And She Says, "Do You Love Me" And He Says So Endlessly "I Love You, Liberian Girl" (Naku Penda Piya-Naku Taka Piya-Mpenziwe) (I Love You Too-I Want You Too-My Love) Liberian Girl You Know That You Came And You Changed My World, I Wait For The Day, When You Have To Say "I Do," And I'll Smile And Say It Too, And Forever We'll Be True I Love You, Liberian Girl, (Girl) All The Time I Love You Liberian Girl, (Girl) All The Time I Love You Liberian Girl, (Girl) All The Time I Love You Liberian Girl, (Girl) All The Time I Love You (Girl) I Love You Baby I Want You I Love You Baby Ooh! (Girl) I Love You Baby, I Want You Baby, Ooh! (Girl) |
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from Busta Rhymes - Hustler's Anthem '09 (2009)
It's too late to turn back now nigga
Getcha money getcha money (two times) Hey I'm bout to act up in a wondertrip on their ass T-pain yeah You should already know when I walk in the door That it ain't no use in frontin' on me I'm a hustle I'm a do my thing You already know what it's gon' be I keep hustlin I keep hustlin I keep hustlin And if you feel me put your hands up And come and sing the hustler's anthem with me Lalalala Yeah Lalalala Keep hustlin dog Keep hustlin dog Yeah Yeah Lalalalalala Lalalala Keep hustlin Yeah Okay Let's go What it do, what it do all day Come through and get it jumpin' Throwin' money away It don't matter if you're hustlin' a bundle of yay Or you got a 9 to 5 Let the champagne spray Boom click a little don of the red rose Two chicks on my arm when I step okay Gillette razor sharp You know the boy don't play BC ten drop me in Sandro pey Let the money machine roll on We been needin' a nigga like you in the street so long Everytime you drops yakkin' You do no wrong You hata niggas I know your forte We blind your little shine Fuck what you portrait While you leave Your lil chick wanna stay And if you violate I assure you'll all gon' pay You should already know when I walk in the door That it ain't no use in frontin' on me I'm a hustle I'm a do my thing You already know what it's gon' be I keep hustlin I keep hustlin I keep hustlin And if you feel me put your hands up And come and sing the hustler's anthem with me Lalalala Yeah Lalalala Keep hustlin dog Keep hustlin dog Yeah Yeah Lalalalalala Lalalala Keep hustlin Yeah Okay Let's go Hey girl The god's back in town You ain't gonna wanna miss it When the shit go down We celebratin' like we throwin' money around Bring a lot of 'tron We bout to order a couple of rounds Look I know at times it probably seem like the hardest When you ain't got it But you gotta go and get it regardless Check it Get on your hustle homie Get up and go And do it proper For the veteran knows And go and cop an island And do a lot so I can stack up a With a couple billion with a stash in the flow Up in the mansion, listen I'm only tellin' you the theme of this caper Is get your paper Let's keep it goin' You should already know when I walk in the door That it ain't no use in frontin' on me I'm a hustle I'm a do my thing You already know what it's gon' be I keep hustlin I keep hustlin I keep hustlin And if you feel me put your hands up And come and sing the hustler's anthem with me Lalalala Yeah Lalalala Keep hustlin dog Keep hustlin dog Yeah Yeah Lalalalalala Lalalala Keep hustlin Yeah Okay Let's go Kiddie bangin' at random And the way the nigga hustle It's like he's throwin' a tantrum Tryin' to hustle Cop a plane A couple ships You hustle up on the block Some niggas hustle at random Now As long as you can go and muscle a grip Whether you shinin' from a grind Or you hustle legit Either way get money nigga Turn on the switches For power hustlin' And stack all your riches That's how we on it You should already know when I walk in the door That it ain't no use in frontin' on me I'm a hustle I'm a do my thing You already know what it's gon' be I keep hustlin I keep hustlin I keep hustlin And if you feel me put your hands up And come and sing the hustler's anthem with me Lalalala Yeah Lalalala Keep hustlin dog Keep hustlin dog Yeah Yeah Lalalalalala Lalalala Keep hustlin Yeah Okay Let's go |
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from Busta Rhymes - Arab Money (2008)
HaLaShegeHaLitlFaLa
MiliAlaySheNitiMala We gettin Arab Money We gettin Arab Money Now there ain't no way that you could kill the beats dead Middle East women and Middle East bread I got Oil Well money in the desert playin Golf Don't? with a Louis Scarf Chest cold diamonds make a - wanna cough In Dubai 20 million on a few lofts I stay up in da club - The way I make the people wanna sing the hook in Arabic LaLaLa HaleHeloHaLow HelaBalaHeHeleBalo We gettin Arab Money We gettin Arab Money HaLaShegeHaLitlFaLa MiliAlaySheNitiMala We gettin Arab Money We gettin Arab Money Seven Star Hotels, Maybach, Movies Sick big - knock - cameltoe - Women walkin around while security on camelback Club on fire now - dunno how to act Sittin in casino's while I'm gamblin with Arabs Money so long watch me purchase pieces of the Almanac Ya already know I got the streets bust While I make ya bow down makes a lot out a - LaLaLa HaleHeloHaLow HelaBalaHeHeleBalo We gettin Arab Money We gettin Arab Money HaLaShegeHaLitlFaLa MiliAlaySheNitiMala We gettin Arab Money We gettin Arab Money Heyyy! See now I take trips to Baghdad - Use a stack of chips to count Arab money now I don't need to get fresh I'm bout to grow a beard dude So much cake even the money look wierd too Don't mess the bread and the broad I'm tryna eat like Prince - respect the value of ma work In Maui, Malaysia, Iran and IraQ, Saudi Arabia! LaLaLa HaleHeloHaLow HelaBalaHeHeleBalo We gettin Arab Money We gettin Arab Money HaLaShegeHaLitlFaLa MiliAlaySheNitiMala We gettin Arab Money We gettin Arab Money |
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from Hip Hop: The Collection 2008 [Explicit Version] (2008)
(feat. Rick James)
[Busta Rhymes] Y'know, my homey Treach from Naughty By Nature once said If you ain't from the ghetto, don't COME to the fuckin ghetto But I'ma let one of our most immaculate tour guides take us ALL through the ghetto - my nigga Rick James! [Rick James - sampled from "Ghetto Life" + (backup singers)] When I was a young boy, growin up in the ghetto! Hangin out on corners, singin with the fellas Lookin for the cute chicks, tryin to find me big fun Lookin for some trouble, or anyone who'll give me some I was young and crazy! (In the ghetto) Didn't know what my life would be (In the ghetto) I was dumb and oh so lazy (In the ghetto) Something had a spell on me (In the ghetto) You all know what I'm talkin 'bout (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) You all know what I'm singin 'bout (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) Ghetto life (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) [Busta Rhymes] (In the ghetto) Sure we be takin them chances While we search for the answers we be smokin them cancer sticks Police provokin muh'fuckers we dancin And we be dodgin them bullets they be poppin off at us, shit But yet we always romance the street And fall in love with the hood 'til somebody come blast the heat Always up to no good, so all of my fam could eat See in the hood we hungry - hey nigga we playin for keeps My soldiers on the block get on it It be good if you flaunt it, we will take if we want it See niggaz from the ghetto got a different state of mind With a different kind of hustle and we iller with the grind And develop our muscle 'til we sicker with the shine In the struggle, thus our money come quicker doin crime I see the way we rep the hood, gotta love me You can take me out the ghetto, but you can't take it from me Gotta love it [Chorus: Rick James + (backup singers)] (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) Ghetto life (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) You all know what I'm singin 'bout (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) Ghetto life (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) [Busta Rhymes] (In the ghetto) That's where we get into that street shit Hustle hard, try to get money quick (In the ghetto) That's where I got my name from I learned to get money and I got all my game from (In the ghetto) That's where you eat with a bunch of the wolves And get to hustlin as hard as you could (In the ghetto) Until your cake stackin shit'll get good Throw a block party for the whole hood (In the ghetto) With them burnout cellys Talk crazy, sell drugs in front of Pancho Deli Crackhead chicks still smuggle babies in they belly And them piss in elevators 'til the lobby all smelly (In the ghetto) That's where I keep my ratchets Get my instincts and survival tactics Ain't nuttin like the hood nigga, I don't care You survivin in the ghetto you can make it anywhere Gotta love it [Chorus: Rick James + (backup singers)] (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) Ghetto life (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) You all know what I'm singin 'bout (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) Ghetto life (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) [Interlude: Busta Rhymes] To my East coast niggas - rep your ghetto West coast niggas - rep your ghetto Midwest niggas - rep your ghetto Down South niggas - rep your ghetto To my East coast niggas - rep your ghetto West coast niggas - rep your ghetto Midwest niggas - rep your ghetto To my Dirty South niggas - rep your ghetto [Busta Rhymes] (In the ghetto) Even though they act rude You'll always find a good chick to hold a brick for they dude Behind the bullshit, me and my click on the move We honor the code of the street, and live by the rules (In the ghetto) Is where, all of the hood's at Find the most crooks and they sell the most drugs at Where you find beautiful women and Rugrats And some of the most powerful people, I love that! C'mon [Outro: Rick James + (backup singers)] (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) You all know what I'm talkin 'bout (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) You all know what I'm singin 'bout (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) Ghetto life (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) (In the ghetto) "Never mind who you thought I was, I'm Rick James, bitch" [applause] "Cocaine is a hell of a drug" |
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from Hip Hop: The Collection 2008 [Explicit Version] (2008)
(feat. Rick James)
[Busta Rhymes] Y'know, my homey Treach from Naughty By Nature once said If you ain't from the ghetto, don't COME to the fuckin ghetto But I'ma let one of our most immaculate tour guides take us ALL through the ghetto - my nigga Rick James! [Rick James - sampled from "Ghetto Life" + (backup singers)] When I was a young boy, growin up in the ghetto! Hangin out on corners, singin with the fellas Lookin for the cute chicks, tryin to find me big fun Lookin for some trouble, or anyone who'll give me some I was young and crazy! (In the ghetto) Didn't know what my life would be (In the ghetto) I was dumb and oh so lazy (In the ghetto) Something had a spell on me (In the ghetto) You all know what I'm talkin 'bout (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) You all know what I'm singin 'bout (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) Ghetto life (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) [Busta Rhymes] (In the ghetto) Sure we be takin them chances While we search for the answers we be smokin them cancer sticks Police provokin muh'fuckers we dancin And we be dodgin them bullets they be poppin off at us, shit But yet we always romance the street And fall in love with the hood 'til somebody come blast the heat Always up to no good, so all of my fam could eat See in the hood we hungry - hey nigga we playin for keeps My soldiers on the block get on it It be good if you flaunt it, we will take if we want it See niggaz from the ghetto got a different state of mind With a different kind of hustle and we iller with the grind And develop our muscle 'til we sicker with the shine In the struggle, thus our money come quicker doin crime I see the way we rep the hood, gotta love me You can take me out the ghetto, but you can't take it from me Gotta love it [Chorus: Rick James + (backup singers)] (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) Ghetto life (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) You all know what I'm singin 'bout (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) Ghetto life (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) [Busta Rhymes] (In the ghetto) That's where we get into that street shit Hustle hard, try to get money quick (In the ghetto) That's where I got my name from I learned to get money and I got all my game from (In the ghetto) That's where you eat with a bunch of the wolves And get to hustlin as hard as you could (In the ghetto) Until your cake stackin shit'll get good Throw a block party for the whole hood (In the ghetto) With them burnout cellys Talk crazy, sell drugs in front of Pancho Deli Crackhead chicks still smuggle babies in they belly And them piss in elevators 'til the lobby all smelly (In the ghetto) That's where I keep my ratchets Get my instincts and survival tactics Ain't nuttin like the hood nigga, I don't care You survivin in the ghetto you can make it anywhere Gotta love it [Chorus: Rick James + (backup singers)] (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) Ghetto life (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) You all know what I'm singin 'bout (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) Ghetto life (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) [Interlude: Busta Rhymes] To my East coast niggas - rep your ghetto West coast niggas - rep your ghetto Midwest niggas - rep your ghetto Down South niggas - rep your ghetto To my East coast niggas - rep your ghetto West coast niggas - rep your ghetto Midwest niggas - rep your ghetto To my Dirty South niggas - rep your ghetto [Busta Rhymes] (In the ghetto) Even though they act rude You'll always find a good chick to hold a brick for they dude Behind the bullshit, me and my click on the move We honor the code of the street, and live by the rules (In the ghetto) Is where, all of the hood's at Find the most crooks and they sell the most drugs at Where you find beautiful women and Rugrats And some of the most powerful people, I love that! C'mon [Outro: Rick James + (backup singers)] (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) You all know what I'm talkin 'bout (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) You all know what I'm singin 'bout (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) Ghetto life (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) (In the ghetto) "Never mind who you thought I was, I'm Rick James, bitch" [applause] "Cocaine is a hell of a drug" |
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from Hip Hop: The Collection 2008 [Explicit Version] (2008)
It's Busta Rhymez, they do much more
So yo you one more time, knucklehead flow that You act real dumb, yo, I'm pert near fool Lights out when, let it riplike my neck With search warrant, I make sure verything we make is raw I make sure everything we make is raw... Yah, yah, yah... 1-When I step up in the place, ay you I step correct Woo hah woo hah Got you all in check, I got that head nod That make you break ya neck Woo hah, woo hah, got you all in check And you know we come through, to reck the disco tech Woo hah, woo, I got you all in check Throw your hands up in the air, and never disrespect Woo hah, woo hah, I got you all in check Busta Rhymes up in the place, true indeed Yes, I catch wreck and that's word on my seed I'm guaranteed to give you what you need One blood everybody like junior reed Make up every morning, I must succeed Nationwide ruckus make the world stampede Yo, Willie make we roll some-- Made charge...now I must proceed Yo, we bout to make moves set speed Peace to baby phife cue-tip ali-shaheed Watch me knock you out like apollo creed Body blows bustin' you... makin' you bleed Just feed off the dynamic flows and take heed Need more information, homeboy then just read Ayyy, you can read all about the pure breed Do the bogle dance man, do the pepperseed (repeat 1) How dare you ever try, to step on my suede shoes Top Gun...down your firm like Tom Cruise Please, let me get down and blow a fuse Actin' fools, brakin'...down to molecules Yo, let me hit you with my ill street blues Busta Rhymez always headlines the street news Woo hah, woo hah Ah, baby girl, don't be confused Sail my Seven Seas and enjoy my boat cruise I know you really want to know who's Comin' through leavin...stains and residues Sorry homeboy, but your flow sounds used Got to pay your dues, baby, you know the rules Whenever I travel the world I landcruise If you choose to...around, you get bruised Now, I got you gas on super unleaded fuels Give me room gimme some space yo excuse (rpt 1) You're now rockin' with the best Busta Rhymez coming through from the flip mode squad Boyscouts who I be straight to your dome We comin' straight to your dome Bringin' all the ruckus, to all you rad mother... Boyscouts who I be flipmode is da squad Busta Rhyme break it down like this Yo, which mother...stole my flow, eenie meenie minie moe Throw them type a...right out my window Blast they...hit them from a direct blow Bo, comin' through like G.I. Joe Star wars movin' like Han Solo Make you bounce around like this was calypso Always shine 'cause I got the hi-pro glow You think that you can hide, you think you can lay low Roll up on you...like Hawaii 5-0 Make out with my dreads in my kangol Forget the moe... just pass the cisco Yo, take a trip down to Mexico Come back with that...that might make you psycho Maximum frequency through your stereo Sorry, this is it, but homeboy I gotta go (rpt 1) Yeah, hey, hey, yo hey... |
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from Busta Rhymes - Don't Touch Me (Throw Da Water On 'Em) (2008)
This is a national
security alert Ground music Flipmode Aftermath Here we go Back with the most venomous rap I be the god father of the club banger let me hear you clap You can applause me from the very beginning You can give me yo standing ovation while I'm banging your face in With another banger now call it a cliff hanger Watch me mangle and strangle this whole rap shit Come On You can see the way I make em act sick from down bottom The way I got em gimme my cash quick Come On Rock on you better grab on to something Because I'm about to shake shit again to make a black bitch Come On I can hear the shots ring off my bitches taking everything off Each other got em wilding one of a kind By the King Kong Big Foot gully with a scully bully of rap Still ugly with the money running a trap Now they giving me dap As far as I'm concerned in this motherfucker look how I got em Now they ready to shout So don't touch me nigga you might burn yourself Ha Don't touch me nigga you might burn yourself We got em hot in this bitch so throw the water on em Hey We got em hot in this bitch so throw the water on em Hey We got em hot in this bitch so throw the water on em Hey We got em hot in this bitch so throw the water on em Hey Here We Go Now you see the alcohol spilling And we got em hands in the ceiling You know we only come to rattle the building And break it on down just a little once again knowing we holding The bank so let me keep the dice rolling And keep it traditional the way I keep my money falling While you slacking on your macking dude we always keep it going Right to the left do it to def Now watch me come through with a chisel That make the game sizzle And I Pull out the skillet prepare for the cooking How I'm wilding niggas wondering when I'm gonna bring the hook in Thugs ice grilling every time they get to looking Got em wilding over seas all the way back to GO BROOKLYN Now they ready to spaz cause we bring the best to them Shit that shut it down on the regular That's with the fly 80's nigga that was whipping in a Creseda Fresher than most of these niggas killing the rest of them Villains that was thinking that they rushing in and busting in But the way we was doing we was muscling their hustling So don't touch me nigga you might burn yourself Ha Don't touch me nigga you might burn yourself We got em hot in this bitch so throw the water on em Hey We got em hot in this bitch so throw the water on em Hey We got em hot in this bitch so throw the water on em Hey We got em hot in this bitch so throw the water on em Hey Here we go You don't really want it my dude I'm saying most my niggas is rude And when we come we eat a nigga food Back to the fact of the matter at hand For me to come and control this whole shit was only part of the plan The other part of the plan for you to understand That nothing can fuck with the kid Let me say it again The Broad Back B Busta Bust back to put out the trash And just for the record we got it on smash now How the fuck they even got the audacity To fire marshal come and try to talk about the capacity Every time I'm in the spot I hope you know it has to be Extremely packed to shut it down you'll probably cause a tragedy Don't you know that when I'm in the place I change the mood again I be wilding with raunchy bitches and a bunch of hooligans Now don't get it fucked up just because I flaunt it Niggas think that they can test me bring it if you really want it See I be the type to always beat you to the punch faster I keep a smile on my face but carry the bush master So don't touch me nigga you might burn yourself Ha Don't touch me nigga you might burn yourself We got em hot in this bitch so throw the water on em Hey We got em hot in this bitch so throw the water on em Hey We got em hot in this bitch so throw the water on em Hey We got em hot in this bitch so throw the water on em Hey Keep it going You already know I said it word to the mother Shit is so hot you niggas think its cold up in the summer Shh calm the noise down lets get a little quiet Cause the neighbors call the police they know we cause riots And they know that we'll have them thinking they dancing with the devil When they play the music turn the volume to the highest level You got it right let's keep the bombs going like we lit a stick Of dynamite now you know you need to follow whenever you hear the god spit Aww shit You see me nigga back in the cockpit I be getting this money I'll give you all a stock tip First buy a nigga till you see the sweat drop drip So don't touch me nigga you might burn yourself Ha Don't touch me nigga you might burn yourself We got em hot in this bitch so throw the water on em Hey We got em hot in this bitch so throw the water on em Hey We got em hot in this bitch so throw the water on em Hey We got em hot in this bitch so throw the water on em Hey here we go |
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from Kat Deluna - 9 Lives (2008)
(shaka dee)
ha ha shaka dee man GMB, first lady, Kat you dun'' know Red One, let''s go (kat) got you half flippin like fire come with me let me take you higher i''m the object of all your desire and your attention is all i require don''t stop now cause you on a roll make me go anywhere that you go i''m that dream in your head when you''re sleepin'' i''m that secret inside that you''re keepin'' woah-woah (hook) you want this don''t front qu?qu?qu?pasa speak up cu? es la cosa ven aqu?let''s get closer and closer (chorus) i say no-oh-oh if you wanna take it slow-oh-oh catch up well now let''s go-oh-oh together we run the show-oh-oh i say no-oh-oh if you wanna take it slow-oh-oh don''t stop well now let''s go-oh-oh together we run the show-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh bite your lips cause you know that you feel it when i shake it you know you''re addicted i see you''re lovin this dominicana you like the way that I dance the bachata don''t stop now, cause i''m on a roll give you that gutta you feel in your soul my heart beats like a drum can you hear it (hook) I know you want this don''t front qu?qu?qu?pasa speak up cu? es la cosa ven aqu?let''s get closer and closer (chorus repeats 2x) (shaka dee) yeah shaka dee black kat red one let''s go me takin it slow, me takin it fast me like a train baby girl when me take in the pants me and you what i think that''s what the aftermath and after that me and you could just slip the cash the pon and kat just smashin the party after that, yo kat, let''s mash up the lobby cause this is a dance and this is a hobby it''s fire in here and GMB got me WOAH (bridge) (kat) are you ready-ready-ready-ready-ready-ready (shaka dee)I''m ready my girl (kat) are you ready-ready-ready-ready-ready-ready (shaka dee) sure I''m ready my girl (kat) are you ready-ready-ready-ready-ready-ready (shaka dee) I''m ready my girl (kat) one-hundred-percent-uh (kat:) are you ready-ready-ready-ready-ready-ready (shaka dee) I''m ready my girl (kat) are you ready-ready-ready-ready-ready-ready (shaka dee: sure I''m ready my girl (kat) are you ready-ready-ready-ready-ready-ready (shaka dee) I''m ready my girl (chorus repeats 2x) |
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from Welcome to 2008 (2008)
(shaka dee)
ha ha shaka dee man GMB, first lady, Kat you dun'' know Red One, let''s go (kat) got you half flippin like fire come with me let me take you higher i''m the object of all your desire and your attention is all i require don''t stop now cause you on a roll make me go anywhere that you go i''m that dream in your head when you''re sleepin'' i''m that secret inside that you''re keepin'' woah-woah (hook) you want this don''t front qu?qu?qu?pasa speak up cu? es la cosa ven aqu?let''s get closer and closer (chorus) i say no-oh-oh if you wanna take it slow-oh-oh catch up well now let''s go-oh-oh together we run the show-oh-oh i say no-oh-oh if you wanna take it slow-oh-oh don''t stop well now let''s go-oh-oh together we run the show-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh bite your lips cause you know that you feel it when i shake it you know you''re addicted i see you''re lovin this dominicana you like the way that I dance the bachata don''t stop now, cause i''m on a roll give you that gutta you feel in your soul my heart beats like a drum can you hear it (hook) I know you want this don''t front qu?qu?qu?pasa speak up cu? es la cosa ven aqu?let''s get closer and closer (chorus repeats 2x) (shaka dee) yeah shaka dee black kat red one let''s go me takin it slow, me takin it fast me like a train baby girl when me take in the pants me and you what i think that''s what the aftermath and after that me and you could just slip the cash the pon and kat just smashin the party after that, yo kat, let''s mash up the lobby cause this is a dance and this is a hobby it''s fire in here and GMB got me WOAH (bridge) (kat) are you ready-ready-ready-ready-ready-ready (shaka dee)I''m ready my girl (kat) are you ready-ready-ready-ready-ready-ready (shaka dee) sure I''m ready my girl (kat) are you ready-ready-ready-ready-ready-ready (shaka dee) I''m ready my girl (kat) one-hundred-percent-uh (kat:) are you ready-ready-ready-ready-ready-ready (shaka dee) I''m ready my girl (kat) are you ready-ready-ready-ready-ready-ready (shaka dee: sure I''m ready my girl (kat) are you ready-ready-ready-ready-ready-ready (shaka dee) I''m ready my girl (chorus repeats 2x) |
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from Kat Deluna - Run The Show [single] (2008)
(shaka dee)
ha ha shaka dee man GMB, first lady, Kat you dun'' know Red One, let''s go (kat) got you half flippin like fire come with me let me take you higher i''m the object of all your desire and your attention is all i require don''t stop now cause you on a roll make me go anywhere that you go i''m that dream in your head when you''re sleepin'' i''m that secret inside that you''re keepin'' woah-woah (hook) you want this don''t front qu?qu?qu?pasa speak up cu? es la cosa ven aqu?let''s get closer and closer (chorus) i say no-oh-oh if you wanna take it slow-oh-oh catch up well now let''s go-oh-oh together we run the show-oh-oh i say no-oh-oh if you wanna take it slow-oh-oh don''t stop well now let''s go-oh-oh together we run the show-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh bite your lips cause you know that you feel it when i shake it you know you''re addicted i see you''re lovin this dominicana you like the way that I dance the bachata don''t stop now, cause i''m on a roll give you that gutta you feel in your soul my heart beats like a drum can you hear it (hook) I know you want this don''t front qu?qu?qu?pasa speak up cu? es la cosa ven aqu?let''s get closer and closer (chorus repeats 2x) (shaka dee) yeah shaka dee black kat red one let''s go me takin it slow, me takin it fast me like a train baby girl when me take in the pants me and you what i think that''s what the aftermath and after that me and you could just slip the cash the pon and kat just smashin the party after that, yo kat, let''s mash up the lobby cause this is a dance and this is a hobby it''s fire in here and GMB got me WOAH (bridge) (kat) are you ready-ready-ready-ready-ready-ready (shaka dee)I''m ready my girl (kat) are you ready-ready-ready-ready-ready-ready (shaka dee) sure I''m ready my girl (kat) are you ready-ready-ready-ready-ready-ready (shaka dee) I''m ready my girl (kat) one-hundred-percent-uh (kat:) are you ready-ready-ready-ready-ready-ready (shaka dee) I''m ready my girl (kat) are you ready-ready-ready-ready-ready-ready (shaka dee: sure I''m ready my girl (kat) are you ready-ready-ready-ready-ready-ready (shaka dee) I''m ready my girl (chorus repeats 2x) |
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from Hip Hop - The Classics Cd (2007)
It's Busta Rhymez, they do much more
So yo you one more time, knucklehead flow that You act real dumb, yo, I'm pert near fool Lights out when, let it riplike my neck With search warrant, I make sure verything we make is raw I make sure everything we make is raw... Yah, yah, yah... 1-When I step up in the place, ay you I step correct Woo hah woo hah Got you all in check, I got that head nod That make you break ya neck Woo hah, woo hah, got you all in check And you know we come through, to reck the disco tech Woo hah, woo, I got you all in check Throw your hands up in the air, and never disrespect Woo hah, woo hah, I got you all in check Busta Rhymes up in the place, true indeed Yes, I catch wreck and that's word on my seed I'm guaranteed to give you what you need One blood everybody like junior reed Make up every morning, I must succeed Nationwide ruckus make the world stampede Yo, Willie make we roll some-- Made charge...now I must proceed Yo, we bout to make moves set speed Peace to baby phife cue-tip ali-shaheed Watch me knock you out like apollo creed Body blows bustin' you... makin' you bleed Just feed off the dynamic flows and take heed Need more information, homeboy then just read Ayyy, you can read all about the pure breed Do the bogle dance man, do the pepperseed (repeat 1) How dare you ever try, to step on my suede shoes Top Gun...down your firm like Tom Cruise Please, let me get down and blow a fuse Actin' fools, brakin'...down to molecules Yo, let me hit you with my ill street blues Busta Rhymez always headlines the street news Woo hah, woo hah Ah, baby girl, don't be confused Sail my Seven Seas and enjoy my boat cruise I know you really want to know who's Comin' through leavin...stains and residues Sorry homeboy, but your flow sounds used Got to pay your dues, baby, you know the rules Whenever I travel the world I landcruise If you choose to...around, you get bruised Now, I got you gas on super unleaded fuels Give me room gimme some space yo excuse (rpt 1) You're now rockin' with the best Busta Rhymez coming through from the flip mode squad Boyscouts who I be straight to your dome We comin' straight to your dome Bringin' all the ruckus, to all you rad mother... Boyscouts who I be flipmode is da squad Busta Rhyme break it down like this Yo, which mother...stole my flow, eenie meenie minie moe Throw them type a...right out my window Blast they...hit them from a direct blow Bo, comin' through like G.I. Joe Star wars movin' like Han Solo Make you bounce around like this was calypso Always shine 'cause I got the hi-pro glow You think that you can hide, you think you can lay low Roll up on you...like Hawaii 5-0 Make out with my dreads in my kangol Forget the moe... just pass the cisco Yo, take a trip down to Mexico Come back with that...that might make you psycho Maximum frequency through your stereo Sorry, this is it, but homeboy I gotta go (rpt 1) Yeah, hey, hey, yo hey... |
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from Club Bangers (2006)
see now you who the god be,
back runnin the city and you know who the squad be flipmode bitch look see ain′t nothin changed now i′m back with the remix with the queens of the game (turn it up!!) when you see me in the spot you niggas better respect it y′all already know where i rep ain′t no reason to check it and i know that you ain′t fuckin with me just for the record so instead i′m a let, mary j. blige come and set it (now get low mary!) maybe you can guess who it is (uh huh) mary j. blige about to handle my biz (uh huh) i′m on my grown woman still i rep for the kids in every hood, and all my peoples doin a bid (turn it up!!) now you know who′s really the queen deliver the mail seven hundred thirty thousand first week of my sales the haters plot and they watch lookin all pale while i′m on a yacht, overseas doin my nails (get low mary!) well let me show you how we do (ha!) i gotta thank everyone for coppin the breakthrough (uh huh) bus did take one the remix is take two you love the way we reinventin how we just stay new (turn it up!!) how we sellin out theb stadiums, arenas and all (ha!!!) only louis and gucci we don′t shop at the mall (huh!) got you partyin and dancin and havin a ball and your lovin the way we reppin how we do it for y′all go ′head and ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ (get Ra digga!) see me rollin up in your hood (uh huh) these jokers screa,in damn rah still be lookin good (yeah) they do they little mack he askin me who i tapped ain′t none of your concern you a g make it hap (turn it up!!) when i give a nigga some play he losin his brain (uh) askin me a bunch of questions actin like he my man wanna stress a bitch out tellin me i did change they sayin damn my bad if you fell for the game (get Ra digga!) now he sittin there lookin stuck (ha!) he thinkin cause he spent a little dough i′m ′gon fuck if money ain′t a thang i′m sayin let a bitch know typed to empty a account, how far you willin to go (turn it up!!) now he hopin on the jet he ain′t wastin no time told me all expense paid anyplace i could find hit the islands in the winter trickin all on his dime ain′t a shorty in the world pussy better than mine, they wanna ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ star symbol are for missy elliott′s adlibs i′m jinglin baby, go ′head mami, don′t i look charmin put your lips up on me (woo!!!) kiss it touch it, good, yes i wish you would (turn it up!!) you like to see me when i dip baby dip (ha) don′t it look like i got beyonce′s hips lookin like i could be nia long boy you smokin that cheech and chong have you ever seen thickness in a thong (come on!) you can hit it like a game of ping pong if you give me two shots of it strong nigga bring it on i might let you take me home (turn it up!!) now busta bus (bus!!) misdemeanor in here this year be clear y′all be beware fake mc′s y′all can′t come near i′m toxic baby like i′m britney spears ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ see i ain′t even gotta talk to y′all!!! i let the queens of the game get at y′all!! se y′all ain′t even in my league!!! flipmode bitch!!!! ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ - |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Big Bang (2006)
[Chorus: Stevie Wonder]
Been through the storm, through the cold and rain Everything's still the same Can't control how I feel Sometimes it's hard to keep it real You see the luxuries in life, with the fortune and fame Like them Cadillacs with sunroofs mayne So many ways to make a dollar Huh, sometimes I think about my father You see my poppa was broke, and my momma was young Tryin to blend in with them city folk Every day landlord knockin down my do' Wonderin where my next blessing is comin from [Busta Rhymes] My momma and poppa, moved to the U.S. as Jamaicans Struggled to get visas and green cards through immigration Though my pop was po', stayed away from crime and malice Hard living gave him hard hands and callous As a young'n, peep how much they loved each other's space His hard hands rubbin against the pretty skin of my mother's face Dig for treasure 'til his hands looked like hands of a junkie So coarse, slap a mule and take the life from a donkey On the other hand, mommy was the type to work two jobs Never enough money, that's why I got your whole crew robbed Got older, developed ways of grippin the steel Barely home for me to see her, or get a good cooked meal Seek refuge in the alleged land of the free, lookin Blendin in with city folk, down in Flatbush Brooklyn Feel a little of my pain, follow and sing to it Homey I seen it all, if you ain't knowin I been through it In other words I [Chorus] [Busta Rhymes] Got a little older, late teens, me and my crew would huddle On the corner late nights, plottin to escape struggle Nights got cold and still would hustle in the same place In front of Pancho Delis, now the freeze up on a nigga face 1987 Reaganomics ever curious to visit other cities, out of town kick was serious Guayanese jeans bounce, put whatever slinger on Whatever slinger came back, quickly brought me right along Nigga ran away from home Doin different wild shit, just to put a pair of Filas on, 'Didas on Wreck is all for the good, gettin into shit Like we innocent, actin older than should Walk around broke in the hood, watchin all the rich niggaz These younger thugs who try to choke and try to get niggaz Thinkin 'bout my mom and pop, while I'm monopolizin To hell with just gettin by and economizin It's kinda hard bein humble in the belly of struggle Doin things that probably get you in trouble That's why we stay up on the block, gettin money while we keepin it safe In front of churchgoers keepin the faith Mom and pop be worryin for they son Despite they struggle and their honest livin look and see just what I become A scavenger, in brute pursuit to be happy, another young'n that's wildin Across the line until somebody tryin to cap me - ohhhh shit [gunfire] [Outro: Stevie Wonder - singer slower with more ad libs] I been through the storm Through the cold and rain Everything's still the same Can't control how I feel Sometimes it's hard to keep it real Woooooooooooooo-whoahhhhhhhhhhhhh Yeahhhhhhhhhhh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Big Bang (2006)
[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Ai-ya-ya-yio... Busta Rhymes ya gotsa be the sure shot Flipmode ya gotsa be the sure shot Aftermath ya gotsa be the sure shot My live niggaz y'know; who be the sure shot? Live bitches y'know; who be the sure shot? Shhhiiieeettt... [Busta Rhymes] I'm back in ya soul just like a minister I'm big like a movie, I'm on the screen and at the cinema While I'm in the process of slowly gettin rid of ya I'm back over bitches, and then I throw 'em in my videa Yeah, yeah, the God of the block Y'know me killa had you spreadin the spot wet and +Twist It+ like Olivia Oh shit, flow so sick in the committeea We know you a slouch duke, we don't even consider ya Boss nigga, see or hear me in ya area The more niggaz, the murders, the more the money, the more the merrier Smash shit 'til everything become mass hysteria Hungry for street shit, see I be takin care of ya check nigga Fuck all the talk, homey I'm daring ya The lead from the shot'll poision ya blood like malaria made back and sell it over exotic Worm skin interior, my swagger to my bitch the more money It's all superior [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] When we in the spot y'know that we sure to shine (to shine) It's all so holy and so divine Analyze niggaz 'til we can read ya mind Sometimes a real live nigga is hard to find We like, "drugs overdose niggaz every time" (Cocaina baby, cocaina baby, cocaina baby, cocaina baby) (Cocaina baby, cocaina baby, cocaina baby, cocaina baby) We like, "drugs overdose niggaz every time" (Cocaina baby, cocaina baby) [Busta Rhymes] Yo, I'm tired of tellin ya Back on my bullshit, fuckin put a shell in ya Gangster niggaz respect it, salute me on the regular When it comes to the street shit, define me as the emperor Check it my nigga.. most of you muhfuckers amateur I muster the nigga quick and damage any challenger But now y'know, "Oh a nigga flow so spectacular" Break niggaz down and handle you muhfuckin characters Captain of this shit but most of you niggaz is passengers I'm takin it back to the hood, like '87 Maximas Yeah, yeah y'know who the truth, no need for askin the, same question again to get the same answer bruh, fasten ya seatbelt Bitches fuck wit the bachelor wit' money like a thousand coke deals from here to Panama Strike like a brightness, a light.. I'm here to dazzle ya Whole hood from the boroughs, to the niggaz up in Attica Soldiers in the streets, the Middle East, way down to Canada When it comes to the block, y'know I'm the ambassador Follow nobody's footsteps, but said it like a scavenger Wanna talk money bitch!? Then holla at my manager The way y'all niggaz is trash, my crew'll get to blasting ya Twelve shot clip, hollow tips, quick to plaster ya All over the cement, spread ya like I'm mashing Everything, Bus-a-Bus date... but check ya fuckin calendar! [Chorus (w/out the last two "cocaina baby's")] [Marsha + Busta] Take me all the waaayyy, where you are (cocaina baby, cocaina baby, cocaina baby) I really want to mattteee, take me now Take us far awaayyy, to the skkkyyy (cocaina baby, cocaina baby, cocaina baby) I really want to mattteee, some.. time |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Big Bang (2006)
(feat. Nas)
[Busta Rhymes] Doctor, yeah I think we got some shit for 'em (FLIP-MOOODE!) Yeah I'ma rub these sticks together Check it, and start a bonfire [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] And if you don't see it y'all niggaz can't fuck with our FLIPMODE MOVEMENT - bounce in your truck to us Y'ALL GET STUPID - don't try to fuck with us Because you will get carried away, yeah you'll get carried away [Busta Rhymes] Now I'm subtle, once I pick up my metal Put my foot on the pedal, ridin through every ghetto Analyze the shit I'm seein when I sip Amaretto A lot of bitches on the strip, struttin in they stilettos Then they wave and say hello, when my Lambo' is yellow Everything they got a jingle when they walk like ah-Jello See the niggaz on the corner and I never forget it And I never regret because I see how you get it Now because of you niggaz, I'm a hustler nigga 'Gnac guzzler nigga, rip your jugular nigga In the night I become the type to love when it's dark Cause when I pull up and park, is when I'm makin my mark See the fact's that I'm tryin to strive and capitalize in Start to max-a-mimize and b-build a ent-ter-prise And wh-while I'm stockin this bread, keep ah-stockin the lead And leave a permanent dot, on the top of your head [Chorus] [Nas] Ill Will, Flip-mooode! I'm the enigma, there is none harder, smarter Martyr, Godfather, my interest, your departure Pardon Dre this beat is a monster, catchy Like sleepin under open windows that's drafty Then wakin up my throat scratchy, that's how I spit it nasty They short, a few inches North of a dwarf My flow's Murcielago, ghostin them narcos Toast in the ways of the original Pablos Still a pyramid architect, mix liquors like a chemist Killer lyricist, poetical tyrant Sneaker store terrorist, Mt. Everest I climbed it Heat is drawn, no creepin on me whenever I'm bent My mind spray, my nine spray And freak styles like 3000 Andre To keep pilin, keep pushin them drops Nas, runnin with hot Busta Bust, we don't stop [Chorus] [Busta Rhymes] Now I'm hot, and we runnin the block Watch me run in your spot, fiends comin in flocks Add a little cut to the coke when I'm cookin the pot DRUGS, BITCH! I got what you want come and get what I got Now I almost forgot, I come to close up your shop I love to fold up a knot, love totin the glock Helps me feel safer when niggaz try to scheme on my plot Try to steal paper from me you gotta deal with a lot See I will leave you to rot, only defendin my stock Niggaz know they pussy and struggle to pretend that they not Lose your life in the drop, while I harvest the crop My hot shit; bust a cannon have you run in your socks See we live on the edge, bang shit with a sledgehammer Split up your head, kill a snitch for the feds Let's go, for the streets I'm always spittin a gospel Get Nas holdin a barrel size of elephant nostril [Chorus] |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Big Bang (2006)
[Busta Rhymes]
Aiyyo; ah to my people on the left (get down!) Uh-huh; to my people on the right (get down!) Uh-huh; ah to my people in the middle (get down!) Check it You see a fresh off the grill nigga keepin it hot Now watch it spread all through the hood I'm back controllin the block With one of rap's greatest ever Timbaland production Y'all niggaz know just what to do; go 'head, follow instructions When the God's in the building (get down!) Uh-huh; I know you niggaz know the feelin (get down!) Alright; and if you ready and you willin (SAY YO!) Okay; throw your hands to the ceiling (get down!) Alright; go 'head and stack another million (get down!) Jumpin around like you ain't really carin (get down!) Ladies rippin off everything they wearin (HEY YO!) I'm on top of the throne nigga, you know I ain't sharin (get down!) Now you know; I wanna hear you say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH) I wanna hear my muh'fuckers say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH) A lil' louder muh'fuckers say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH!) C'mon; a lil' louder nigga, say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH!!!!) Until the block start blowin blowin up (get down!) Uh-huh; and e'rybody throwin up (get down!) 'Til they got the fire marshall showin up (get down!) Or until the club start closin up (get down!) Okay; see how a nigga walk through 'em when the beat put a spark to him Let me just talk to 'em (LADIES) quit'cha man Go 'head put them plans off (LADIES) well okay Go 'head and piss your man off (LADIES) Take your pants off and shake it for 'em (SHAKE IT LIKE A DOG FOR 'EM) And put your ass on 'em (SHAKE IT LIKE A DOG FOR 'EM) Go 'head and spaz on 'em (SHAKE IT LIKE A DOG FOR 'EM) Now put the mash on 'em (SHAKE IT LIKE A DOG FOR 'EM) Okay; now from the root to the tree to the top of the building See they ain't fuckin with me killa (hit 'em) Boom bap as far as you can see, got 'em bouncin and hoppin Nigga you can't stop me scrilla (hit 'em) Well okay; and if you with me say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH) I wanna hear my muh'fuckers say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH) A lil' louder muh'fuckers say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH!) C'mon; a lil' louder nigga, say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH!!!!) Yeah - well okay; and while you niggaz party shit I spit a jewel for the thug Before a nigga try to front make sure your tool in the club That ain't the basis of this shit, though it's true when it's love they'll have you niggaz whylin like a fuckin fool on the drug Now if you with me muh'fucker (get down!) Uh-huh; we gettin gizzle muh'fucker (get down!) Word to God; we make it sizzle muh'fucker (get down!) Uh-huh; I'm on my grizzle holla back (OWWW!) Well okay; see how the God bounce back while you niggaz just sound sloppy Givin you niggaz shit they'll be knowin you can't copy The way the God be spillin all over the track Get off my dick, tell your bitch holla back (OWWW!) C'mon; violate with me up in the spot is a no-no A lot of niggaz shit trash, soundin all so-so Shinin so much D's takin my photo Lower the brim of my fitted while I try to be low-pro We gettin mo' cheddar while you stuntin with no dough Gotta skip the line shit movin in slow-mo Shorty whylin out, try to hit with a low blow With her crotch on my thigh, rubbin all on her cho-cho SHAKE YO' SHIT 'til you fall on the flo' Sho' we be fuckin class bitches, I ain't fuckin with no hoe Bust two shots - let me hear it (BO! BO!) 'Til the security get para' when they callin the po'-po' If you with me say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH) I wanna hear my muh'fuckers say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH) A lil' louder muh'fuckers say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH!) C'mon; a lil' louder nigga, say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH!!!!) (Get down) [4X] (LADIES) [3X] (SHAKE IT LIKE A DOG FOR 'EM) [4X] (Hit 'em) [4X] |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Big Bang (2006)
[Chorus]
[Marsha] Money, cars, clothes, sexy broads, plenty more, go.. get you some [Q-Tip] Mansion, lots, planes, Phantoms, bitch you better... [Marsha] Go.. get you some [Q-Tip] Hustlin, jugglin, robbin, stealin shit, I gotta get this fuckin [Marsha] Money, cars, clothes, sexy broads, plenty more, go.. get you some [Q-Tip] Fortune, power, fame, passion for this shit you need to... [Marsha] Go.. get you some [Q-Tip] Don't stop, nigga we ain't done, gun it through your fuckin road block [Busta Rhymes] I'm sayin who told y'all to let a muhfucker back on the block with the bullshit, see y'all done fucked up now! Turn the volume up and bang it out the trunk now! You gotta problem son? Imagine how the club sound Look and see I'm ready to spark it Soon as I zoom on my target, muhfucker better roll out the carpet See the way I comin through, and how I kick in the door Watch how I coffee grind like never before.. the way I wreck from the door So I mack wit' em, passin em, when I'm speakin I'm preachin, all my niggaz out in EVERY HOOD! You tryin to compete? You better be INCREDIBLY GOOD! Niggaz you want heat? I figured you would! That's I waste no time to give it to you niggaz (this time) And give you all the jewels in (this rhyme), and then I put it down to you all! I can't get enough of it niggaz, I gotta ex-plore (many) All of my options, I gotta get me plenty more... [Chorus] [Busta Rhymes] A lot of niggaz shit sound dated I'm like Shaq, franchise player just got traded to the number one team in the league See I ain't on J Records, I'm on DRE Records, Aftermath BITCH! You need to learn 'cause you ain't knowin the half, BITCH! And while I'm gone I'm puttin dough in the stash, BITCH! So new and fresh I say it again So what it do, don't test see I'ma blaze to the end I'm comin through, so confess you niggaz know who the kid I'm like a newborn nigga, that's securing a win (HOT!) So new and so current and they hate this The streets'll classify in another level of greatness I'm here to fix up the game, I'm givin it a facelift New and improved, watch the way I make the game shift! Now watch me swing it out the ballpark I come to shut it down, don't let the war start while I come to get the... [Chorus] |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Big Bang (2006)
[Raekwon]
Old dro bottles, and blow, blowin from both zones Layin in them Tahoes we own the projo's Three for tenement we in the lobby with the big (da dun dun dun) Don't move cause I'm a representative Live for the street, ask, you die in the war 'member that -- blast that three atcha -- hide in the wall We gangsta, republicans with them big things, big rings Get your head shot off, daddy you don't believe chains Loose cameras, big hammers, Station Wagon, blue Phantoms Smokin the block up, y'all witness the zoo gamblers We ain't takin no shorts, its just the early 80's That made me, now I sit paid and then maybe Nothing but my Lords and raps, these bags of dope Under the mattress and I clack like a slave key Wash your squad up, I roll double refuse to rock Closed up my door up and murked you on the job (aww) [Hook: Busta Rhymes] Gettin money like back in the days niggaz get like shower posse in a spec of the drug games Slayin niggaz, steady sprayin niggaz, till the task forces roll up In unmarked vehicles and will be layin niggaz Streched out, focus, see you come back triple When we O.T. cut it with bakin soda, acquire now Strategize, gettin paper like the chivey Jamacians And them George Chain niggaz, might we set up a goal? [Busta Rhymes] We got guns tucked in our waistlines, wit raps Hangin from our back pockets miraculous money nigga Can't stop at Sherlock - Home can go's Medallions so big wit strings you could turn 'em into banjos Phenomenal property, drug money, scram wrap em A hundred EX - golden like a hundred graham crackers Sidewindin niggaz tryna infiltrate blindside A nigga hit you wit the eight, three in the club Dumbin out, drunk in fronta the airbrush Backdrop ones out, five dollars for bitches wit the guns out Juggle for a couple days close shop thinkin, To you the bubble until the strip is hotter than a microwave Don't stop, travel all my spare time and keep niggaz wit us To push shit like George Jefferson Airline No fro niggaz better go chill, 'fore this gun Goes up your nose like coke sniffin up your nose dude [Hook] [Raekwon] Ay yo, snoop me kid, coop me in the red room booth And eatin Fruit Loops its all for the loot boo Designated hammer that'll lay ya up scrambling Blant ninjas get 'em more popped up, and start blowin niggaz magnums up Caught me in the mix wit some rich soldiers, that reaction Is a key action, black sent forty doja's up We hunt 'em like big plans, my big mans and them Slick as the shit breaks from outtas you, rip dip, then quakes them [Busta Rhymes] See I was always good at science, in the class I was hopin Ask 'em for the chemistry temperature now I'm cookin the coke up Used to sit and watch them older niggaz for hours And did acknowledge to how cold water quickly harden the powder Took your turn into somethin big to accredit (uhh) But ya needs connect shit up from South America Money calculations, told B.I.G. I sit up on it still Holdin old hundred dollar bills, wit small faces [Hook] |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Big Bang (2006)
[Missy] Bus-a-Bus baby-baby! Nooowww...
[Hook: Missy Elliott] Pop yo' collars like this Bottles up like this Side to side like this Holla if ya like this [Chorus One: Missy Elliott] See the ass? Touch me right there Wanna touch my nookie baby? Touch me right there Make me lose my mind baby? Touch me right there Party over here, ain't shit over there! [Busta Rhymes] See how I'm drillin 'em baby? It's Bus-a-Bus back bitch, I'm killin 'em crazy We off the Relaxic, I'm spillin the gravy Got every club packed thick, creating a frenzy To be the latest greatest for all you niggaz from gazing Bugatti off white tan, interior pastry See my swagger sharp like that, these niggaz amaze me As a matter a fact just salute me and praise me Enough of that [Missy Elliott] We be up in the club, niggaz sportin them minks Tipsy in the club, nigga buyin 'em drinks Walk around lookin like our shit don't stink Ice by my neck so bright, watch 'em blink [Busta Rhymes] Okay, now I got me a clear view I like it when you get up and I'm lovin ya hairdo The way you cross ya legs, ass spread in the chair you The way ya clothes skimpy, so it's easy to tear through Appreciate my presence, while I shine wit' a barrel I came up wit' cut diamonds, obscure in a rare blue Shorty ain't checkin for you, step to the way I do Super senile, I ain't the one to compare to Now she was sayin... [Chorus Two: Missy Elliott] See the ass? Touch me right there Wanna touch my nookie baby? Touch me right there Is that Dr. Dre baby? Touch me right there Party over here, ain't shit over there! [Hook] [Busta] What you sayin Missy!? [repeat Hook] [Break] [Busta] We got some shit for that ass [Missy] Come on give it to me [Busta] We got some shit for that ass [Missy] Come on give it to me [Busta] We got some shit for that ass [Missy] Come on give it to me [Busta] We got some shit for that ass girl [Busta Rhymes] Bounce back, brand new on the scene what? Took a little minute, I'm back with the re-up Switched it up a little bit, back with a clean cut Shorty's lost her head, see all the koochies I cream up I love the way she in all over the girls when I'm teaming up It's gettin hotter in this bitch, windows are steaming up Amazed by the pinky, neck, and wrist be gleaming up How I dominate the scene, how a nigga be cleaning up I see you liking everything, you see me and you You frowning on your girl, like you ain't willing to share boo The hotel ain't far, meet me there and if you Ya girl looking like she wit' it, she can come/cum in too You get impatient Ma, show you just how the kid move I'm bangin in the truck, and let her watch in the rearview See we don't really care about the niggaz who came through over there 'cause over here, see I'ma show ya how we do So check it baby... [Chorus One] [Busta Rhymes] + Missy See it don't matter what ya doin over there See we gets it poppin, that's how we do it over here That's if we toss bottles, that's how we do it over here Check it, floss models, that's how we do it over here Listen, rare throttles, that's how we do it over here Check it, ice collars, that's how we do it over here nigga See it don't matter what ya doin over there See we gets it poppin, that's how we do it over here (over here) |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Big Bang (2006)
[Busta Rhymes] I love my bitch
[Kelis] I love you nigga [x6] My lady never lets me down thats why i never let her go she always here to lift me up when i fall down and hit the floor my baby so amazing let me sit back and count the ways 1...... she the shit 2...... she the shit 3...... she the shit [Busta Rhymes (Kelis)] i love my bitch i love my lady yup yup i love my bitch (i love you nigga) i love my lady yup yup i love my bitch (i love you nigga) i love my lady yup yup i love my bitch (i love you nigga) i love my bitch she the shit [Kelis (Busta Rhymes)] i love my nigga yup yup i love my boy (i love my bitch) i love my nigga yup yup i love my boy (i love my bitch) i love my nigga (i love my bitch) i love my nigga he bring me joy [Busta Rhymes] I love my girl cause she knows the shit she acting kinda ill but she aint scared of the dick got her on tape but though she act kinda rude bet she know my money gone she spent a do on a dude real life chicken let her fucked with a thug sippin martini's drinkin, wanna fuck in the club cause . . . see thats my chick thats my chick, thats my chick yeah she the shit and she the type that keep shit on low never stress the kid when im surrounded with hoes if you knew the shit that she be doing to me in the club, in the crib, or when i'm pushing the v see, shorty ass be all over the place nigga front she probally put her ass all in your face for me cause thats my chick, cause thats my chick cause that my chick, and she the shit My lady never lets me down thats why i never let her go she always here to lift me up when i fall down and hit the floor my baby so amazing let me sit back and count the ways 1...... she the shit 2...... she the shit 3...... she the shit [Busta Rhymes (Kelis)] i love my bitch i love my lady yup yup i love my bitch (i love you nigga) i love my lady yup yup i love my bitch (i love you nigga) i love my lady yup yup i love my bitch (i love you nigga) i love my bitch she the shit [Kelis (Busta Rhymes)] i love my nigga yup yup i love my boy (i love my bitch) i love my nigga yup yup i love my boy (i love my bitch) i love my nigga (i love my bitch) i love my nigga he bring me joy [Busta Rhymes] you see my bitch she a one of a kind i know you wish your bitch was a rider like mine when you see my chick you know my shortys a dime what she doing with them bitches she be skipping the line listen, the type that reserve that ass for a nigga and if i had to skip town she's hold the stash for a nigga i'm saying cause thats my chick cause thats my chick, cause thats my chick and she the shit i know you buggin on the way shit sound but you know you know i love the way my bitch be holdin it down she is truely thoruow(sp) about the way she be reppin it hard travel anywhere my shorty come fuck with the gaurd bust it, mami always creep for you if she can even if she have to get up and even lie on the stand i'm saying . . . thats my chick thats my chick, thats my chick cause she the shit My lady never lets me down thats why i never let her go she always here to lift me up when i fall down and hit the floor my baby so amazing let me sit back and count the ways 1...... she the shit 2...... she the shit 3...... she the shit [Busta Rhymes (Kelis)] i love my bitch i love my lady yup yup i love my bitch (i love you nigga) i love my lady yup yup i love my bitch (i love you nigga) i love my lady yup yup i love my bitch (i love you nigga) i love my bitch she the shit [Kelis (Busta Rhymes)] i love my nigga yup yup i love my boy (i love my bitch) i love my nigga yup yup i love my boy (i love my bitch) i love my nigga (i love my bitch) i love my nigga he bring me joy |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Big Bang (2006)
[Busta Rhymes] I love my bitch
[Kelis] I love my nigga [x6] My lady never lets me down thats why i never let her go she always here to lift me up when i fall down and hit the floor my baby so amazing let me sit back and count the ways 1...... she the shit 2...... she the shit 3...... she the shit [Busta Rhymes (Kelis)] i love my bitch i love my lady yup yup i love my bitch (i love you nigga) i love my lady yup yup i love my bitch (i love you nigga) i love my lady yup yup i love my bitch (i love you nigga) i love my bitch she the shit [Kelis (Busta Rhymes)] i love my nigga yup yup i love my boy (i love my bitch) i love my nigga yup yup i love my boy (i love my bitch) i love my nigga (i love my bitch) i love my nigga he bring me joy [Busta Rhymes] I love my girl cause she knows the shit she acting kinda ill but she aint scared of the dick got her on tape but though she act kinda rude bet she know my money gone she spent a do on a dude real life chicken let her fucked with a thug sippin martini's drinkin, wanna fuck in the club cause . . . see thats my chick thats my chick, thats my chick yeah she the shit and she the type that keep shit on low never stress the kid when im surrounded with hoes if you knew the shit that she be doing to me in the club, in the crib, or when i'm pushing the v see, shorty ass be all over the place nigga front she probally put her ass all in your face for me cause thats my chick, cause thats my chick cause that my chick, and she the shit My lady never lets me down thats why i never let her go she always here to lift me up when i fall down and hit the floor my baby so amazing let me sit back and count the ways 1...... she the shit 2...... she the shit 3...... she the shit [Busta Rhymes (Kelis)] i love my bitch i love my lady yup yup i love my bitch (i love you nigga) i love my lady yup yup i love my bitch (i love you nigga) i love my lady yup yup i love my bitch (i love you nigga) i love my bitch she the shit [Kelis (Busta Rhymes)] i love my nigga yup yup i love my boy (i love my bitch) i love my nigga yup yup i love my boy (i love my bitch) i love my nigga (i love my bitch) i love my nigga he bring me joy [Busta Rhymes] you see my bitch she a one of a kind i know you wish your bitch was a rider like mine when you see my chick you know my shortys a dime what she doing with them bitches she be skipping the line listen, the type that reserve that ass for a nigga and if i had to skip town she's hold the stash for a nigga i'm saying cause thats my chick cause thats my chick, cause thats my chick and she the shit i know you buggin on the way shit sound but you know you know i love the way my bitch be holdin it down she is truely thoruow(sp) about the way she be reppin it hard travel anywhere my shorty come fuck with the gaurd bust it, mami always creep for you if she can even if she have to get up and even lie on the stand i'm saying . . . thats my chick thats my chick, thats my chick cause she the shit My lady never lets me down thats why i never let her go she always here to lift me up when i fall down and hit the floor my baby so amazing let me sit back and count the ways 1...... she the shit 2...... she the shit 3...... she the shit [Busta Rhymes (Kelis)] i love my bitch i love my lady yup yup i love my bitch (i love you nigga) i love my lady yup yup i love my bitch (i love you nigga) i love my lady yup yup i love my bitch (i love you nigga) i love my bitch she the shit [Kelis (Busta Rhymes)] i love my nigga yup yup i love my boy (i love my bitch) i love my nigga yup yup i love my boy (i love my bitch) i love my nigga (i love my bitch) i love my nigga he bring me joy |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Big Bang (2006)
(feat. LaToiya Williams)
[LaToiya Williams + (Busta)] I-iiii-iiiih, I never thought Thaaaaaaat I, could fiiiind (excuse me miss) Someone, so special (can I have a word wit'chu baby) [Busta Rhymes] Miss can I get a second to speak and quietly mention That I am so into who you are, can I get your attention My observations of you creates conversations for you And if you got a little time, I got the patience for you Okay? Good, you givin me the time to talk? While I figure it out and sort what I'm tryin to say, let's walk Just tryin to keep it gutter, respectfully I won't stutter Don't you agree, we look better when we walk with each other? I've seen you many times, yes I've encountered many dimes I'm feelin somethin special with us, it's just one of the many signs I think that we have to look forward to our go-through Any war with you regardless what it is I'm tryin to score with you Sometimes I think and wonder especially through rain and thunder If I'd ever find the one to ride when I'm on top or under Until we reach the end, ma with love as I be your friend Oh; here you can take my number, I hope we can speak again [Chorus One: LaToiya Williams] No matter how mister, no doubt I'll die wit'cha Until the end of life, lay down on the ground wit'cha I'll give my life to you; I hope it all comes true Ready to start for you, I give all my heart to you And when together I hope we never fall apart you know Now that it feels so good; our thoughts are understood [Busta Rhymes] I'd like to learn from ya, but I'm 'bout to turn from ya It's been about a week and I ain't even heard from ya Is it somethin at all or did I just bump in and fall And even though you did I see how you was reluctant to call But it's nothin to crawl before we walk (OOH) listen And it's nothin to stall before we talk - look To tell the truth I'm happy I found you and that I can be around you And thus I'm diggin you, I ain't just tryin to pound you I'm only tryin to crown you and wife you and wedding gown you Regardless what I'm with, shorty seem like she always down to just spend a little time and then CLICK, you know that kind of chemistry The recipe to then SIP, and a little bit of wine Mami I like your kind that light the fireworks and bombs up The type of chick I wanna talk about when I call my moms up Until the love is empty I credit the one who sent me The most BEAUTIFULLEST woman and she ridin with me [Chorus Two: LaToiya Williams] (I'll do it all) I'll do it all wit'cha, go through any door wit'cha It doesn't matter I will, go against the law wit'cha Just know you live through me; your love is all I need If you ain't know you make me, no one's ever shown you baby To tell the truth {?} you've got me goin crazy Your love so real to me; and that's all that I, can see [LaToiya Williams] This is a thing I wanna feel forever, and I ain't goin nowhere Cause you mean so much to me No matter how my people try to doubt ya, I know the truth about ya It doesn't matter to me Baby I love you and I always told ya, I'm always here to hold ya Cause you do so much for me No matter how they try they can't deceive us, nothin can come between us Cause you mean so much to me [Busta Rhymes] Listen; trust me and I will trust you, I ain't into tryin to fuss boo Deeper than any lust, I'm only tryin to mindfuck you That's probably why and maybe I can nickname you my baby Now that you made me a man you're officially now my lady Despite the stormy weather I cherish your love forever And nourish everything we have 'til we grow old together I'll never trick you, mislead or try to be shaky wit'chu I only wanna make all the rest of my babies wit'chu [Chorus One w/ ad libs + Chorus Two w/ ad libs] |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Big Bang (2006)
Busta Rhymes
Greenlatten you got me you know my homey trech from naughty by nature once said "if you aint from the ghetto, dont come to the fuckin ghetto" but imma let one of our most emaculent tall guys take us all through the ghetto : Rick James Rick james (verse 1) When i was a young boy growing up in the ghetto hanging out on corners, singing with the fellas, looking for the cute chics, tryna to find me big fun looking for some trouble for anyone who'd give me some [pre- chorus] I was young and crazy (in the ghetto) didnt know what my life would be (in the ghetto) i was dumb and oh so lazy (in the ghetto) something had a spell on me( in the ghetto) you all know what im talking bout [chorus] talking the ghetto life x2 you all know what im sing bout talking the ghetto life ghetto life talking the ghetto life in the ghetto Busta Rhymes( verse 2) see we be taking them chances while we search for the answers we be smoking them cancer sticks police povoking ma'fuckers we dancing and we be doging dem bullets dey be poping off at us shit but yet we always romance the street and fall in luv wit da hood until somebody can blast the heat always up to no good so take it wit the shine and the struggle thats how money some quicker doing crime I see the way we rep the hood gotta luv me you can take me out the hood but ya cant take it from me gotta luv me [chorus] talking the ghetto life x2 you all know what im sing bout talking the ghetto life ghetto life talking the ghetto life in the ghetto Busta Rhymes (verse 2) thats where we get in dat street shit hustle hard try to get money quick (in the ghetto) thats where i got my name from i learned to get money and dats where i got all my game from( in the ghetto dats where u eat wit a bunch of the wolves and get to hustling as hard as u could(in the ghetto) until yo cake stack up and shit get good and throw a block party for the whole hood(in the ghetto) wit dem burned out cellies talk really sell drungs in front of poncho deli crack heads, chicks still smoke wit babies in they belly and den piss in elevators until alot of yall smellin( in the ghetto) its where i keep my rap, chicks get my instincts and survive all tactics aint nuthin like the hood, i dont care you survived it in the ghetto u can make it anywhere gotta luv it [chorus] talking the ghetto life x2 you all know what im sing bout talking the ghetto life ghetto life talking the ghetto life in the ghetto Busta Rhymes To my East Coast niggas rep yo ghetto West coast niggas rep yo ghetto Mid- West niggas rep yo ghetto down south niggas rep yo ghetto x2 Busta Rhymes (verse 3) Even though they act rude you can always find a good chic that'll hold a brick for the dude beyond the bull me and my clique on the move we under the code on the street and live by the rules(in the ghetto) its where all of the hoods at find the most crooks and they sell the most drugs at where u find beatiful women and rugrats and some of the most powerful people I luv dat come on [chorus] talking the ghetto life x2 you all know what im sing bout talking the ghetto life ghetto life talking the ghetto life in the ghetto Rick James Neva mind who u thought i was Im Rick James BIITTTTCCCHHHHHHH! |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Big Bang (2006)
[Death; portrayed by Busta Rhymes + sounds of a shovel digging + a heartbeat]
Yeah I know A lot of you niggaz don't plan on the day when you'd have to see me You see - I'm that nigga that you should really be afraid of I dig graves for niggaz like you We gon' get more acquainted at a time when you least expect it [Chorus 2X: female singer] Do you ever think (do you ever think) What life would be (what life would be) Where you will go (where will you go) After you die (after you die) [Death] You fucked up nigga! [Busta Rhymes] You know that when that time comes and nobody is checkin And everything you had is gone in the split of a second That's when it starts hittin the fan and it gets real in this bitch Just face the fact your shit's a wrap and you gotta deal with the shit Despite I talk about it, I ain't makin fun of them niggaz I give thanks cause I've been blessed and I ain't one of them niggaz Can't imagine how difficult it is, I know you suspect that shit around you is lookin dumb, it's gettin hard to accept it Alone in the mirror, you look at yourself and you smile Disregarding the fact your running's been done for a while Refuse to acknowledge the truth like the mind of a child Continue frontin, like it's nothin while you live in denial While all your people around you start to leave you in the same place You overexert the little you have left to save face You tryin to hide your expression from lookin worried on what to do when your career is buried [Chorus] [Busta Rhymes] Niggaz ain't GIVIN a fuck about your flows no more You ain't the star you were, fuckin the same hoes no more Promoters ain't payin and bookin you for shows no more You ain't whippin the Range, you ain't whippin a Rolls no more Reality starts to settle in, you're sweatin every wake up You're broke and now you gotta return your jewelry to Jacob You run around and you front like you're still on fire But nobody believes you; and now you live as a liar You're onnly lyin to yourself cause it's evident in the proof As your world continues to crumble, come to terms with the truth You're still holdin on to them days when everything was about you But niggaz don't even remember you enough to just shout you I remember when you did your thing without a doubt tastefully The problem was you didn't know when to bow out gracefully Once told, never burn out, it's best to fade away Preserve your value so that you can live to see a greater day People see you and it's bugged that you mean nothin You doin shit and front to prove to people you mean somethin It happens in the vicious when the truth starts to settle in You step to the door of the club and see that you ain't gettin in Forgettin you a man first, chasin the fame Got to remember, morals and principles, reppin your name proper but most niggaz don't, and they whole life hurried What do you do when your career is buried [Chorus] [Death; portrayed by Busta Rhymes + (Busta Rhymes)] Okay I told you we was gonna get more acquainted at a time when you least expect it nigga I'm here to lay you to rest once and for all [coughing] You've been dead a long time but you refuse to accept that shit But it's okay [coughing] Nigga shut the FUCK UP AND GET IN THE BOX NIGGA! (WAIT!! Please!) It was custom built for all niggaz like you [lid closes] You just don't wanna accept when it's time to hang it up (Stop! BITCH!) See you in the afterlife nigga (Wait! HELP!!!) WHEVER THE FUCK THAT IS!! (SOMEBODY HELP!!) (I CAN'T BREATHE, NIGGA!) (OPEN THIS SHIT NIGGA!) (OPEN THIS SHIT!! [knocking]) (OPEN THIS SHIT!! [knocking]) [Busta Rhymes screams incoherently] (SOMEBODY HELP!! HEY!!) (OPEN THIS SHIT MOTHERFUCKER WHAT YOU DOIN) (OPEN IT!) [screaming and sounds of the shovel burying him to fade] |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Big Bang (2006)
[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
DJ Scratch you sick for this one [Swizz Beatz] WOO! Come on! New York we back!!! (Swizzy!!!) [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] If you from New York stand up right now! If your from New York hands up right now!!! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!! [Swizz Beatz] Yeah! Yeah! I'm on my New York shit Hat to the back on my New York shit (WOO! WOO!) Yeah, I'm on my New York shit (Oh!) Tims with the shorts on my New York shit (Come on!) I'm on my New York shit, ridin on the train on my New York shit Burner in the club on my New York shit Razor in my mouth on my New York shit (Ladies and Gentlemen!!!) [Busta Rhymes] Yeah! I'm on my New York shit Got the world followin the New York script Hustle with Tims and hoodies on my New York flip Rubberband stack money with my New York click Yeah! I'm on my New York shit I rep the Giants, the Jets, New York Knicks Taylor made clothin with my New York stitch My chick bangin don't you see my New York bitch Yeah! I'm on my New York shit You niggaz know we deserve the props we get Ridin up in therange I'm in my New York whip International chicks on my New York dick Yeah! I'm on my New York shit See how I kill it with my New York spit Thanks to the boroughs now I'm New York rich The way I flood 'rm thoro with my New York hits [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] If you from New York stand up right now! If your from New York hands up right now!!! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!! (Talk to 'em) [Swizz Beatz] Yeah! Yeah! I'm on my New York shit Kid Capri on my New York shit (Come on!) DJ Red Alert on my New York shit (Bounce!) Funkmaster Flex on my New York shit (Shit!) WOO! I'm on my New York shit B.I.G. on my New York shit (WOO!) Big Pun on my New York shit Jam Master Jay on my New York shit [Busta Rhymes] BVD's and durags nigga Stand on the corners, God build on five percent lessons Got a nickel crack hand on hand niggaz On a hustle rebellin, while the D's calculatin who sellin Sell drugs right in front of the deli Pancho know what we doin and while we bubblin our corner be brewin Introduce you to the new walk nigga, and the new talk nigga That's how we do when we in New York niggaz Yeah! Yeah! I'm on my New York shit Every hood love me for my New York skill I got alot of money on that New York strip Gully rock a scully with a New York fit Yeah! I'm on my New York shit Run up in The Tunnel catch a New York vick O.D.B. reppin New York sick Shit you want the truth take a New York trip [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] If you from New York stand up right now! If your from New York hands up right now!!! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!! [Busta Rhymes] Yeah! I think it's about time for y'all to give New York there shit back Y'all know where the crown belong, y'all know we started this shit You know we gave birth to all of this shit Don't get it confused nigga, Flipmode bitch!!! Full Surface bitch!!! To the family that helped me get rich since day one Chris Lighty, James Cruz, Mona Scott, the whole Violator family bitch!!! Big up to Nas, big up to Jay-Z, big up to Roc-A-Fella, big up to Ruff Ryders DMX, EPMD, Jazzy Joyce, Cocoa Chenelle, Green Lantern, Mister Cee, DJ Enuff DJ Camilo, DJ Envy, Clue, Kay Slay, the voice of New York Angie Martinez Grandmixer DST, yeah, Grandwizard Theodore Grandmaster Flash, I'm a take it all the way back Run-D.M.C., LL Cool J, Ralph McDaniels Cold Crush Brothers, Fab 5 Freddy, Funky Four Plus One More, Zulu Nation Spoony G, Five Percent Nation Of Islam, Yeah! Wu-Tang, Treacherous Three and all of that Busy B whattup!!! Brucie B, Luv Bug Starski ya nah mean, Big Daddy Kane, Rakim, Kool G. Rap We 'gon keep it goin, Public Enemy, B.D.P. I wanna big up producers like Pete Rock, Marley Marl Premo, Eric "Vietnam" Sadler, Keith Shocklee, Large Professor, Easy Mo Bee, Diamond D Howie T, Mantronix, yeah, Awesome Two, hey y'all I can't forget my nigga Biz Markie Just Ice, Lord Finesse, MC Shan, Cutmaster DC, UTFO, Whodini, Doug E. Fresh, Slick Rick Ultramagnetic, X-Clan, Nice N Smooth, yeah, aiyyo, let me big up my ladies!!! My ladies and mothers of hip hop, MC Lyte, Salt N Pepa, Latifah, Sha Rock All the Roxannes, The Real Roxanne, Roxanne Shante, yeah, Pebbly Poo Yeah yeah we fuckin y'all head up boy, we takin it back nigga!!!! NEW YORK YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS STAND UP NEW YORK!!!! Yeah! I ain't finshed yet! Mr. Magic, Chuck Chillout, Audio Two A Tribe Called Quest, De La Soul, Black Sheep, Jungle Brothers Leaders Of The New School nigga! P. Diddy and the whole Bad Boy! Brand Nubian nigga! A ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!! I ain't forgettin shit! Kool Herc, Afrika Bambaata, the fathers of this shit, thank y'all |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Big Bang (2006)
(feat. Swizz Beatz)
[Intro: Busta Rhymes:] DJ Scratch you sick for this one. [Swizz Beatz:] Whoa! Come on! New York we back!!! Swizzy!!! [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] If you from New York stand up right now! If you from New York hands up right now!!! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!! [Swizz Beatz:] Yeah! Yeah! I'm on my New York Shit Hat to the back on my New York Shit. Yeah, I'm on my New York Shit Oh! Tims with the shorts on my New York Shit Come on! I'm on my New York Shit, ridin' on the train on my New York Shit Burner in the club on my New York Shit Razor in my mouth on my New York Shit. [Busta Rhymes:] Yeah! I'm on my New York Shit Got the world followin' the New York script Hustle with Tims & hoodies on my New York flip Rubberband stack money with my New York click Yeah! I'm on my New York Shit I rep the Giants, the Jets, New York Knicks Taylor made clothin' with my New York stitch. My chick bangin' don't you see my New York bitch? Yeah! I'm on my New York Shit You niggas know we deserve the props we get Ridin' up in therange I'm in my New York whip International chicks on my New York dick Yeah! I'm on my New York Shit See how I kill it with my New York spit Thanks to the boroughs now I'm New York rich The way I flood 'rm thoro with my New York hits. [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] If you from New York stand up right now! If your from New York hands up right now!!! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!! Talk to 'em. [Swizz Beatz:] Yeah! Yeah! I'm on my New York Shit Kid Capri on my New York Shit Come on! DJ Red Alert on my New York Shit Bounce! Funkmaster Flex on my New York Shit I'm on my New York Shit B.I.G. on my New York Shit Big Pun on my New York Shit Jam Master Jay on my New York Shit. [Busta Rhymes:] BVD's & durags nigga Stand on the corners, God build on 5% lessons Got a nickel crack hand on hand niggas On a hustle rebellin, while the D's calculatin who sellin' Sell drugs right in front of the deli Pancho know what we doin' & while we bubblin' our corner be brewin' Introduce you to the new walk nigga & the new talk nigga That's how we do when we in New York niggas Yeah! Yeah! I'm on my New York Shit Every hood love me for my New York skill I got alot of money on that New York strip Gully rock a scully with a New York fit Yeah! I'm on my New York Shit Run up in The Tunnel catch a New York vick O.D.B. reppin New York sick Shit you want the truth take a New York trip. [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] If you from New York stand up right now! If your from New York hands up right now!!! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!! [Busta Rhymes:] Yeah! I think it's about time for y'all to give New York there shit back Y'all know where the crown belong, y'all know who started this shit You know we gave birth to all of this shit Don't get it confused nigga, Flipmode bitch!!! Full Surface bitch!!! To the family that helped me get rich Since Day 1 Chris Lighty, James Cruz, Mona Scott, the whole Violator family!!! Big up to Nas, big up to Jay Z, big up to Roc-A-Fella, big up to Rough Ryders DMX, EPMD, Jazzy Joyce, Cocoa Chenelle, Green Lantern, Mr. C. DJ Enough DJ Camilo, DJ Envy, Clue, Kay Slay, the voice of New York Angie Martinez Grandmixer DST, yeah, Grandwizard Theodore Grandmaster Flash, I'm a take it all the way back Run D.M.C., LL Cool J, Ralph McDaniels Cold Crush Brothers, Fab 5 Freddy, Funky 4 Plus 1 More, Zulu Nation Spoony G, 5% Nation Of Islam, Yeah! Wu-Tang, Treacherous 3 & all of that Busy B whattup!!! Brucie B, Love Bug Starski you know what I mean, Big Daddy Kane, Rakim, Kool G. Rap We 'gon keep it goin, Public Enemy, B.D.P. I wanna big up producers like Pete, Marty Marl Premo, Eric "Vietnam" Sadler, Shocklee, Large Professor, Easy Mo Bee, Diamond D Howie T, Mantronix, yeah, Awesome 2, hey y'all I can't forget my man Biz Markie Just Ice, Lord Finesse, MC Shan, Cutmaster D.C. UTFO, Whodini, Doug E. Fresh, Slick Rick Ultramagnetic, X-Clan, Nice N Smooth, yeah, aiyyo, let me big up my ladies!!! My ladies & mothers of hip hop, M.C. Lyte, Salt N Pepa, Latifah, Sha Rock All the Roxannes, The Real Roxanne, Roxanne Shante, yeah, Tamara Pebbly Yeah yeah we fuckin y'all head up boy, we takin' it back nigga!!!! New York you know what it is stand up New York!!!! Yeah! I ain't finshed yet! Mr. Magic, Chuck Chillout, Audio 2 A Tribe Called Quest, De La Soul, Black Sheep, Jungle Brothers Leaders Of The New School nigga! P. Diddy & the whole Bad Boy! Brand Nubian nigga! A ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!! I ain't forgettin' shit! Kool Herc, Afrika Bambaata, the fathers of this shit, thank y'all. |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Big Bang (2006)
(feat. Mr. Porter)
[Mr. Porter] I'm just playin wit y'all niggaz, I'm just playin wit y'all niggaz I'm just playin wit y'all niggaz, I'm just playin wit y'all niggaz! They told me to! [echoes] [Chorus: Mr. Porter] They see my name and lifestyle and say I changed (how I be so raaawww) They so cold... I know... that they're out to get me And alllll those people I call my friends, let it gooooooooo That's why I never call on y'all, to be around 'Cause you see how this monnneeeyyy can change your friends' faaaiiittthhh [Busta Rhymes] Geah! See I done came a long way and now I got me a chauffeur Keep my enemies close, keep my friends even closer Muhfuckers that I grew around, thought I could rock wit 'em Watch my cake so hard, they burn a hole in my pocket I see 'em coming from afar because I been through so much shit They plot a lot, hard or not, they see my dough come quick Invested in my niggaz, took the realtor route Gambled on the wrong niggaz, had to filter 'em out Type of dudes that see my mother and they greet her respectful behind her back and see her son and try to give me a quick full It's cool though, I fucks wit 'em even though I ain't wit it That's why the gats be in the house whenever niggaz come visit Serve 'em drinks and welcome all to the law For let ya drunk friend to show his true side until ya forced to cut him off I seen it one too many times, they disbelieved and they speechless Sometimes having certain friends can end up being a weakness See now my dogs turn to wolves and try to front me and surround me Come up out they sheepskin and act all different around me [Chorus] [Busta Rhymes] Listen! Sometimes I smoke a cigarette and then I think and I choke on how niggaz steal this funny style and I was struggling broke Even though it don't surprise me, shit it's still kinda funny When I ain't have, a nigga still would come and try to take from me Instead of cutting my losses, being smart and just end shit Niggaz was trying to be loyal, just to maintain a friendship In the wrong situation, plus there's always a sequel I'm with the wrong muhfuckers, plus they 'pose to be people's As I get more money, days get colder I learned to realize that power only lies in the hands of the beholder So then I start the heart-on-my-heart as I walk like a soldier Moving so militant, you think I had a chip on my shoulder Living by morals and principles mainly Having heavy thoughts to a kill a brother every time a fucker betrayed me But now I'm winning with the strength of the nation I promise that they not even foreseeing the size of the shit they'll be facing I'm Aftermath now, shit's getting worse Now when those same "friends" see me goin hard that shit be making 'em hurt [Chorus] [Busta Rhymes] Instead they getting together with me so we both can get rich When I'm outta town, these niggaz busy tryna fuck with my bitch Same niggaz spend they money 'til the shit'll diminish I hit 'em off and turn around and come right back when it finish I said I'm tired of these niggaz, that'll owe me so much shit that they can't pay me back for, fuck all the dumb shit Sometime we can't forgive whatever balances off 'Specially when niggaz cross the line that niggaz never should cross Realized and thus I state the same shit, get the Range The more money niggaz get, shit around you will change Even though niggaz'll flip and say, "He the one changed" Fuck you, the dude'll just'll justify.. takin his shit from you The more money I get, I get more dangerous stupid 'Cause I been broke before, and I refuse to go back to it And while I sweep these niggaz up under the rug with a broom If I never see these "friends" again, that shit'll be too soon Shit is real like every wind in my breath And that's on everything I love, BLOOD OF MY BLOOD! FLESH OF MY FLESH! [Chorus] |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Big Bang (2006)
see now you who the god be,
back runnin the city and you know who the squad be flipmode bitch look see ain′t nothin changed now i′m back with the remix with the queens of the game (turn it up!!) when you see me in the spot you niggas better respect it y′all already know where i rep ain′t no reason to check it and i know that you ain′t fuckin with me just for the record so instead i′m a let, mary j. blige come and set it (now get low mary!) maybe you can guess who it is (uh huh) mary j. blige about to handle my biz (uh huh) i′m on my grown woman still i rep for the kids in every hood, and all my peoples doin a bid (turn it up!!) now you know who′s really the queen deliver the mail seven hundred thirty thousand first week of my sales the haters plot and they watch lookin all pale while i′m on a yacht, overseas doin my nails (get low mary!) well let me show you how we do (ha!) i gotta thank everyone for coppin the breakthrough (uh huh) bus did take one the remix is take two you love the way we reinventin how we just stay new (turn it up!!) how we sellin out theb stadiums, arenas and all (ha!!!) only louis and gucci we don′t shop at the mall (huh!) got you partyin and dancin and havin a ball and your lovin the way we reppin how we do it for y′all go ′head and ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ (get Ra digga!) see me rollin up in your hood (uh huh) these jokers screa,in damn rah still be lookin good (yeah) they do they little mack he askin me who i tapped ain′t none of your concern you a g make it hap (turn it up!!) when i give a nigga some play he losin his brain (uh) askin me a bunch of questions actin like he my man wanna stress a bitch out tellin me i did change they sayin damn my bad if you fell for the game (get Ra digga!) now he sittin there lookin stuck (ha!) he thinkin cause he spent a little dough i′m ′gon fuck if money ain′t a thang i′m sayin let a bitch know typed to empty a account, how far you willin to go (turn it up!!) now he hopin on the jet he ain′t wastin no time told me all expense paid anyplace i could find hit the islands in the winter trickin all on his dime ain′t a shorty in the world pussy better than mine, they wanna ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ star symbol are for missy elliott′s adlibs i′m jinglin baby, go ′head mami, don′t i look charmin put your lips up on me (woo!!!) kiss it touch it, good, yes i wish you would (turn it up!!) you like to see me when i dip baby dip (ha) don′t it look like i got beyonce′s hips lookin like i could be nia long boy you smokin that cheech and chong have you ever seen thickness in a thong (come on!) you can hit it like a game of ping pong if you give me two shots of it strong nigga bring it on i might let you take me home (turn it up!!) now busta bus (bus!!) misdemeanor in here this year be clear y′all be beware fake mc′s y′all can′t come near i′m toxic baby like i′m britney spears ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ see i ain′t even gotta talk to y′all!!! i let the queens of the game get at y′all!! se y′all ain′t even in my league!!! flipmode bitch!!!! ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ - |
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from Busta Rhymes - The Big Bang (2006)
Busta Rhymes
Yeah It's funny how the game change, right? Hehe Shit feel all different Y'all niggaz complainin' left and right about how the game feel all fucked up Niggaz only been talkin' like that since we been sittin' out the game I think the game need us Kamaal, let's talk to them niggaz Huh! Q-Tip So many nights were spent ponderin' Wonderin' how we gon' come again My golden rule is not to focus on the fame game In retrospect, the game ain't the same mayne They heart and soul is divided They ramshack the music, no control up inside it Now - look at this, it's all stretched out and nasty But - lettin' money pass me I doubt that, and niggaz from the bottom now Pumpin' hard, wind sleet hail rain or snow So... you got to get your gate right No matter what, you got to treat your weight right On the block if you focused on greed then Nine out of ten times you be bleedin' The analogy is clear To all of my peers, I'm a muh'fuckin' vet Don't mean to disrespect, cause Q-Tip, Chauncey Black, & Busta Rhymes "I write rhymes, I write checks" (It's clear) Bust, aiyyo what happened to the (love) For the game (love) for the music (I need realness in my life) Aiyyo these niggaz in the game don't sound the same Bust, these niggaz in the game don't sound the same Aiyyo what happened? {They ain't got in 'em to make a classic} Aiyyo what happened? {These niggaz can't hold the torch, so why pass it} Busta Rhymes Aiyyo, I ain't bringin' they names up These niggaz sound trash, straight foulin' the game up Need to change up (change up) sound so trash When I see 'em feel like breakin' they frame up DuPont registry, talkin' 'bout somebody else cars Muh'fuckers better step up your bars Instead of frontin' in the game like niggaz really are stars Like we ain't seein' through the bullshit, we know who you are I'm like a blessing to the game when your shit sound dated I force niggaz to improve, you should be happy I made it Here to rep the game fully, change my style like the weather Givin' you niggaz new shit to make the game feel better I'm sayin', I cook in the kitchen and we make the thoughts connect You forced to humble yourself, give me my big respect You hurtin' the game when your shit sound off y'know A legend in this shit that's why I move like a boss y'know You better be tight, cause you can get tossed fo' sho' Y'all niggaz know whassup, I come correct with money long cause I Q-Tip, Chauncey Black, & Busta Rhymes "I write rhymes, I write checks" (It's clear) Tip, aiyyo what happened to the (love) For the game (love) for the music (I need realness in my life) Aiyyo these niggaz in the game don't sound the same Yo, these niggaz in the game don't sound the same Aiyyo what happened? {They ain't got in 'em to make a classic} Aiyyo what happened? {These niggaz can't hold the torch, so why pass it} Q-Tip & Busta Oh my God, they a (uh) come ridin' around Some (uh) old dream and they (uh) can't get down They (uh) lookin' around outside of themselves And they {HUH} sayin' things that ain't really themselves And they {hah} keep fuckin' regurgitatin' the same script Same hoes, same blow, same glock clip {ha} Same drug strip, what the fuck is this? (uh) C'mon y'all, raise the bar on this body, shit Busta Rhymes You sound stagnant, need to progress and grow (uh-huh) Upgrade your punchlines, progress the flow (uh-huh) Get your concepts and lyrics together, aiyyo (uh-huh) Then drop the bomb shit to step up the pressure, y'know? (huh!) I'm tired of niggaz complainin' how the game changed You niggaz should step up your game, cause you sound strange That's why you ain't sellin' no records, check the SoundScain In this rap shit I command respect muh'fucker cause I Q-Tip, Chauncey Black, & Busta Rhymes "I write rhymes, I write checks" (It's clear) Tip, aiyyo what happened to the (love) For the game (love) for the music (I need realness in my life) Aiyyo these niggaz in the game don't sound the same Yo, these niggaz in the game don't sound the same Aiyyo what happened? {They ain't got in 'em to make a classic} Aiyyo what happened? {These niggaz can't hold the torch, so why pass it} Q-Tip & Busta Rhymes Aiyyo these niggaz in the game don't sound the same Bust, these niggaz in the game don't sound the same Aiyyo what happened? {They ain't got in 'em to make a classic} Aiyyo what happened? {These niggaz can't hold the torch, so why pass it} |
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from Busta Rhymes - I Love My Bitch (2006)
[Busta Rhymes] I love my bitch
[Kelis] I love my nigga [x6] My lady never lets me down thats why i never let her go she always here to lift me up when i fall down and hit the floor my baby so amazing let me sit back and count the ways 1...... she the shit 2...... she the shit 3...... she the shit [Busta Rhymes (Kelis)] i love my bitch i love my lady yup yup i love my bitch (i love you nigga) i love my lady yup yup i love my bitch (i love you nigga) i love my lady yup yup i love my bitch (i love you nigga) i love my bitch she the shit [Kelis (Busta Rhymes)] i love my nigga yup yup i love my boy (i love my bitch) i love my nigga yup yup i love my boy (i love my bitch) i love my nigga (i love my bitch) i love my nigga he bring me joy [Busta Rhymes] I love my girl cause she knows the shit she acting kinda ill but she aint scared of the dick got her on tape but though she act kinda rude bet she know my money gone she spent a do on a dude real life chicken let her fucked with a thug sippin martini's drinkin, wanna fuck in the club cause . . . see thats my chick thats my chick, thats my chick yeah she the shit and she the type that keep shit on low never stress the kid when im surrounded with hoes if you knew the shit that she be doing to me in the club, in the crib, or when i'm pushing the v see, shorty ass be all over the place nigga front she probally put her ass all in your face for me cause thats my chick, cause thats my chick cause that my chick, and she the shit My lady never lets me down thats why i never let her go she always here to lift me up when i fall down and hit the floor my baby so amazing let me sit back and count the ways 1...... she the shit 2...... she the shit 3...... she the shit [Busta Rhymes (Kelis)] i love my bitch i love my lady yup yup i love my bitch (i love you nigga) i love my lady yup yup i love my bitch (i love you nigga) i love my lady yup yup i love my bitch (i love you nigga) i love my bitch she the shit [Kelis (Busta Rhymes)] i love my nigga yup yup i love my boy (i love my bitch) i love my nigga yup yup i love my boy (i love my bitch) i love my nigga (i love my bitch) i love my nigga he bring me joy [Busta Rhymes] you see my bitch she a one of a kind i know you wish your bitch was a rider like mine when you see my chick you know my shortys a dime what she doing with them bitches she be skipping the line listen, the type that reserve that ass for a nigga and if i had to skip town she's hold the stash for a nigga i'm saying cause thats my chick cause thats my chick, cause thats my chick and she the shit i know you buggin on the way shit sound but you know you know i love the way my bitch be holdin it down she is truely thoruow(sp) about the way she be reppin it hard travel anywhere my shorty come fuck with the gaurd bust it, mami always creep for you if she can even if she have to get up and even lie on the stand i'm saying . . . thats my chick thats my chick, thats my chick cause she the shit My lady never lets me down thats why i never let her go she always here to lift me up when i fall down and hit the floor my baby so amazing let me sit back and count the ways 1...... she the shit 2...... she the shit 3...... she the shit [Busta Rhymes (Kelis)] i love my bitch i love my lady yup yup i love my bitch (i love you nigga) i love my lady yup yup i love my bitch (i love you nigga) i love my lady yup yup i love my bitch (i love you nigga) i love my bitch she the shit [Kelis (Busta Rhymes)] i love my nigga yup yup i love my boy (i love my bitch) i love my nigga yup yup i love my boy (i love my bitch) i love my nigga (i love my bitch) i love my nigga he bring me joy |
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from Busta Rhymes - I Love My Bitch (2006)
(feat. Kelis)
[Busta Rhymes] I love my Chick [Kelis] I love my baby [x6] My lady never lets me down thats why i never let her go she always here to lift me up when i fall down and hit the floor my baby so amazing let me sit back and count the ways 1...... she the shit 2...... she legit 3...... and she can get [Busta Rhymes (Kelis)] i love my Chick i love my lady yup yup i love my Chick (i love you baby) i love my lady yup yup i love my Chick (i love you baby) i love my lady yup yup i love my Chick (i love you baby) i love my Chick And she can get [Kelis (Busta Rhymes)] i love my baby yup yup i love my boy (i love my Chick) i love my baby yup yup i love my boy (i love my Chick) i love my baby (i love my Chick) i love my baby he bring me joy [Busta Rhymes] i love my girl cause she knows the shit she acting kinda ill but she aint scared of the dick got her on tape but though she act kinda rude bet she know my money gone she spent a do on a dude real life chicken wanna mess with a thug sippin martini's drinkin, wanna sex in the club cause . . . see thats my chick thats my chick, thats my chick yeah and she can get it and she the type that keep it all on low never stress the kid when im surrounded with hoes if you knew the thing that she be doing to me in the club, in the crib, or when i'm pushing the v see, shorty ass be all over the place if you front she probally put her ass all in your face for me cause thats my chick, cause thats my chick cause that my chick, and she can get it My lady never lets me down thats why i never let her go she always here to lift me up when i fall down and hit the floor my baby so amazing let me sit back and count the ways 1...... she the shit 2...... she legit 3...... and she can get it [Busta Rhymes (Kelis)] i love my Chick i love my lady yup yup i love my Chick (i love you baby) i love my lady yup yup i love my Chick (i love you baby) i love my lady yup yup i love my Chick (i love you baby) i love my Chick and she can get it [Kelis (Busta Rhymes)] i love my baby yup yup i love my boy (i love my Chick) i love my baby yup yup i love my boy (i love my Chick) i love my baby (i love my Chick) i love my baby he bring me joy [Busta Rhymes] you see my Chick is a one of a kind i know you wish your Chick was a rider like mine when you see my mission know my shortys a dime what she doing with them Chickes she be skipping the line listen, the type that reserve that ass for a fella and if i had to skip town she's hold the stash for a fella i'm saying see thats my chick thats my chick, thats my chick and she can get it i know you buggin on the way this sound but you know you know i love the way my Chick be holdin it down extremely thoughall about the way she be reppin it hard travel anywhere my shorty come touchin the gaurd bust it, mami always creep for you if she can even if she have to get up and even lie on the stand i'm saying . . . cause thats my chick thats my chick, thats my chick and she can get it My lady never lets me down thats why i never let her go she always here to lift me up when i fall down and hit the floor my baby so amazing let me sit back and count the ways 1...... she the shit 2...... she legit 3...... and she can get it [Busta Rhymes (Kelis)] i love my Chick i love my lady yup yup i love my Chick (i love you baby) i love my lady yup yup i love my Chick (i love you baby) i love my lady yup yup i love my Chick (i love you baby) i love my Chick and she can get it [Kelis (Busta Rhymes)] i love my baby yup yup i love my boy (i love my Chick) i love my baby yup yup i love my boy (i love my Chick) i love my baby (i love my Chick) i love my baby he bring me joy |
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from Busta Rhymes - I Love My Bitch (2006)
see now you who the god be,
back runnin the city and you know who the squad be flipmode bitch look see ain′t nothin changed now i′m back with the remix with the queens of the game (turn it up!!) when you see me in the spot you niggas better respect it y′all already know where i rep ain′t no reason to check it and i know that you ain′t fuckin with me just for the record so instead i′m a let, mary j. blige come and set it (now get low mary!) maybe you can guess who it is (uh huh) mary j. blige about to handle my biz (uh huh) i′m on my grown woman still i rep for the kids in every hood, and all my peoples doin a bid (turn it up!!) now you know who′s really the queen deliver the mail seven hundred thirty thousand first week of my sales the haters plot and they watch lookin all pale while i′m on a yacht, overseas doin my nails (get low mary!) well let me show you how we do (ha!) i gotta thank everyone for coppin the breakthrough (uh huh) bus did take one the remix is take two you love the way we reinventin how we just stay new (turn it up!!) how we sellin out theb stadiums, arenas and all (ha!!!) only louis and gucci we don′t shop at the mall (huh!) got you partyin and dancin and havin a ball and your lovin the way we reppin how we do it for y′all go ′head and ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ (get Ra digga!) see me rollin up in your hood (uh huh) these jokers screa,in damn rah still be lookin good (yeah) they do they little mack he askin me who i tapped ain′t none of your concern you a g make it hap (turn it up!!) when i give a nigga some play he losin his brain (uh) askin me a bunch of questions actin like he my man wanna stress a bitch out tellin me i did change they sayin damn my bad if you fell for the game (get Ra digga!) now he sittin there lookin stuck (ha!) he thinkin cause he spent a little dough i′m ′gon fuck if money ain′t a thang i′m sayin let a bitch know typed to empty a account, how far you willin to go (turn it up!!) now he hopin on the jet he ain′t wastin no time told me all expense paid anyplace i could find hit the islands in the winter trickin all on his dime ain′t a shorty in the world pussy better than mine, they wanna ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ star symbol are for missy elliott′s adlibs i′m jinglin baby, go ′head mami, don′t i look charmin put your lips up on me (woo!!!) kiss it touch it, good, yes i wish you would (turn it up!!) you like to see me when i dip baby dip (ha) don′t it look like i got beyonce′s hips lookin like i could be nia long boy you smokin that cheech and chong have you ever seen thickness in a thong (come on!) you can hit it like a game of ping pong if you give me two shots of it strong nigga bring it on i might let you take me home (turn it up!!) now busta bus (bus!!) misdemeanor in here this year be clear y′all be beware fake mc′s y′all can′t come near i′m toxic baby like i′m britney spears ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ see i ain′t even gotta talk to y′all!!! i let the queens of the game get at y′all!! se y′all ain′t even in my league!!! flipmode bitch!!!! ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ - |
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from Busta Rhymes - Touch It Remixes (2006)
see now you who the god be,
back runnin the city and you know who the squad be flipmode bitch look see ain′t nothin changed now i′m back with the remix with the queens of the game (turn it up!!) when you see me in the spot you niggas better respect it y′all already know where i rep ain′t no reason to check it and i know that you ain′t fuckin with me just for the record so instead i′m a let, mary j. blige come and set it (now get low mary!) maybe you can guess who it is (uh huh) mary j. blige about to handle my biz (uh huh) i′m on my grown woman still i rep for the kids in every hood, and all my peoples doin a bid (turn it up!!) now you know who′s really the queen deliver the mail seven hundred thirty thousand first week of my sales the haters plot and they watch lookin all pale while i′m on a yacht, overseas doin my nails (get low mary!) well let me show you how we do (ha!) i gotta thank everyone for coppin the breakthrough (uh huh) bus did take one the remix is take two you love the way we reinventin how we just stay new (turn it up!!) how we sellin out theb stadiums, arenas and all (ha!!!) only louis and gucci we don′t shop at the mall (huh!) got you partyin and dancin and havin a ball and your lovin the way we reppin how we do it for y′all go ′head and ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ (get Ra digga!) see me rollin up in your hood (uh huh) these jokers screa,in damn rah still be lookin good (yeah) they do they little mack he askin me who i tapped ain′t none of your concern you a g make it hap (turn it up!!) when i give a nigga some play he losin his brain (uh) askin me a bunch of questions actin like he my man wanna stress a bitch out tellin me i did change they sayin damn my bad if you fell for the game (get Ra digga!) now he sittin there lookin stuck (ha!) he thinkin cause he spent a little dough i′m ′gon fuck if money ain′t a thang i′m sayin let a bitch know typed to empty a account, how far you willin to go (turn it up!!) now he hopin on the jet he ain′t wastin no time told me all expense paid anyplace i could find hit the islands in the winter trickin all on his dime ain′t a shorty in the world pussy better than mine, they wanna ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ star symbol are for missy elliott′s adlibs i′m jinglin baby, go ′head mami, don′t i look charmin put your lips up on me (woo!!!) kiss it touch it, good, yes i wish you would (turn it up!!) you like to see me when i dip baby dip (ha) don′t it look like i got beyonce′s hips lookin like i could be nia long boy you smokin that cheech and chong have you ever seen thickness in a thong (come on!) you can hit it like a game of ping pong if you give me two shots of it strong nigga bring it on i might let you take me home (turn it up!!) now busta bus (bus!!) misdemeanor in here this year be clear y′all be beware fake mc′s y′all can′t come near i′m toxic baby like i′m britney spears ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ see i ain′t even gotta talk to y′all!!! i let the queens of the game get at y′all!! se y′all ain′t even in my league!!! flipmode bitch!!!! ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ - |
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from Busta Rhymes - Touch It Remixes (2006)
see now you who the god be,
back runnin the city and you know who the squad be flipmode bitch look see ain′t nothin changed now i′m back with the remix with the queens of the game (turn it up!!) when you see me in the spot you niggas better respect it y′all already know where i rep ain′t no reason to check it and i know that you ain′t fuckin with me just for the record so instead i′m a let, mary j. blige come and set it (now get low mary!) maybe you can guess who it is (uh huh) mary j. blige about to handle my biz (uh huh) i′m on my grown woman still i rep for the kids in every hood, and all my peoples doin a bid (turn it up!!) now you know who′s really the queen deliver the mail seven hundred thirty thousand first week of my sales the haters plot and they watch lookin all pale while i′m on a yacht, overseas doin my nails (get low mary!) well let me show you how we do (ha!) i gotta thank everyone for coppin the breakthrough (uh huh) bus did take one the remix is take two you love the way we reinventin how we just stay new (turn it up!!) how we sellin out theb stadiums, arenas and all (ha!!!) only louis and gucci we don′t shop at the mall (huh!) got you partyin and dancin and havin a ball and your lovin the way we reppin how we do it for y′all go ′head and ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ (get Ra digga!) see me rollin up in your hood (uh huh) these jokers screa,in damn rah still be lookin good (yeah) they do they little mack he askin me who i tapped ain′t none of your concern you a g make it hap (turn it up!!) when i give a nigga some play he losin his brain (uh) askin me a bunch of questions actin like he my man wanna stress a bitch out tellin me i did change they sayin damn my bad if you fell for the game (get Ra digga!) now he sittin there lookin stuck (ha!) he thinkin cause he spent a little dough i′m ′gon fuck if money ain′t a thang i′m sayin let a bitch know typed to empty a account, how far you willin to go (turn it up!!) now he hopin on the jet he ain′t wastin no time told me all expense paid anyplace i could find hit the islands in the winter trickin all on his dime ain′t a shorty in the world pussy better than mine, they wanna ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ star symbol are for missy elliott′s adlibs i′m jinglin baby, go ′head mami, don′t i look charmin put your lips up on me (woo!!!) kiss it touch it, good, yes i wish you would (turn it up!!) you like to see me when i dip baby dip (ha) don′t it look like i got beyonce′s hips lookin like i could be nia long boy you smokin that cheech and chong have you ever seen thickness in a thong (come on!) you can hit it like a game of ping pong if you give me two shots of it strong nigga bring it on i might let you take me home (turn it up!!) now busta bus (bus!!) misdemeanor in here this year be clear y′all be beware fake mc′s y′all can′t come near i′m toxic baby like i′m britney spears ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ see i ain′t even gotta talk to y′all!!! i let the queens of the game get at y′all!! se y′all ain′t even in my league!!! flipmode bitch!!!! ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ - |
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from Busta Rhymes - Touch It Remixes (2006)
see now you who the god be,
back runnin the city and you know who the squad be flipmode bitch look see ain′t nothin changed now i′m back with the remix with the queens of the game (turn it up!!) when you see me in the spot you niggas better respect it y′all already know where i rep ain′t no reason to check it and i know that you ain′t fuckin with me just for the record so instead i′m a let, mary j. blige come and set it (now get low mary!) maybe you can guess who it is (uh huh) mary j. blige about to handle my biz (uh huh) i′m on my grown woman still i rep for the kids in every hood, and all my peoples doin a bid (turn it up!!) now you know who′s really the queen deliver the mail seven hundred thirty thousand first week of my sales the haters plot and they watch lookin all pale while i′m on a yacht, overseas doin my nails (get low mary!) well let me show you how we do (ha!) i gotta thank everyone for coppin the breakthrough (uh huh) bus did take one the remix is take two you love the way we reinventin how we just stay new (turn it up!!) how we sellin out theb stadiums, arenas and all (ha!!!) only louis and gucci we don′t shop at the mall (huh!) got you partyin and dancin and havin a ball and your lovin the way we reppin how we do it for y′all go ′head and ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ (get Ra digga!) see me rollin up in your hood (uh huh) these jokers screa,in damn rah still be lookin good (yeah) they do they little mack he askin me who i tapped ain′t none of your concern you a g make it hap (turn it up!!) when i give a nigga some play he losin his brain (uh) askin me a bunch of questions actin like he my man wanna stress a bitch out tellin me i did change they sayin damn my bad if you fell for the game (get Ra digga!) now he sittin there lookin stuck (ha!) he thinkin cause he spent a little dough i′m ′gon fuck if money ain′t a thang i′m sayin let a bitch know typed to empty a account, how far you willin to go (turn it up!!) now he hopin on the jet he ain′t wastin no time told me all expense paid anyplace i could find hit the islands in the winter trickin all on his dime ain′t a shorty in the world pussy better than mine, they wanna ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ star symbol are for missy elliott′s adlibs i′m jinglin baby, go ′head mami, don′t i look charmin put your lips up on me (woo!!!) kiss it touch it, good, yes i wish you would (turn it up!!) you like to see me when i dip baby dip (ha) don′t it look like i got beyonce′s hips lookin like i could be nia long boy you smokin that cheech and chong have you ever seen thickness in a thong (come on!) you can hit it like a game of ping pong if you give me two shots of it strong nigga bring it on i might let you take me home (turn it up!!) now busta bus (bus!!) misdemeanor in here this year be clear y′all be beware fake mc′s y′all can′t come near i′m toxic baby like i′m britney spears ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ see i ain′t even gotta talk to y′all!!! i let the queens of the game get at y′all!! se y′all ain′t even in my league!!! flipmode bitch!!!! ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ - |
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from Busta Rhymes - Touch It Remixes (2006)
see now you who the god be,
back runnin the city and you know who the squad be flipmode bitch look see ain′t nothin changed now i′m back with the remix with the queens of the game (turn it up!!) when you see me in the spot you niggas better respect it y′all already know where i rep ain′t no reason to check it and i know that you ain′t fuckin with me just for the record so instead i′m a let, mary j. blige come and set it (now get low mary!) maybe you can guess who it is (uh huh) mary j. blige about to handle my biz (uh huh) i′m on my grown woman still i rep for the kids in every hood, and all my peoples doin a bid (turn it up!!) now you know who′s really the queen deliver the mail seven hundred thirty thousand first week of my sales the haters plot and they watch lookin all pale while i′m on a yacht, overseas doin my nails (get low mary!) well let me show you how we do (ha!) i gotta thank everyone for coppin the breakthrough (uh huh) bus did take one the remix is take two you love the way we reinventin how we just stay new (turn it up!!) how we sellin out theb stadiums, arenas and all (ha!!!) only louis and gucci we don′t shop at the mall (huh!) got you partyin and dancin and havin a ball and your lovin the way we reppin how we do it for y′all go ′head and ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ (get Ra digga!) see me rollin up in your hood (uh huh) these jokers screa,in damn rah still be lookin good (yeah) they do they little mack he askin me who i tapped ain′t none of your concern you a g make it hap (turn it up!!) when i give a nigga some play he losin his brain (uh) askin me a bunch of questions actin like he my man wanna stress a bitch out tellin me i did change they sayin damn my bad if you fell for the game (get Ra digga!) now he sittin there lookin stuck (ha!) he thinkin cause he spent a little dough i′m ′gon fuck if money ain′t a thang i′m sayin let a bitch know typed to empty a account, how far you willin to go (turn it up!!) now he hopin on the jet he ain′t wastin no time told me all expense paid anyplace i could find hit the islands in the winter trickin all on his dime ain′t a shorty in the world pussy better than mine, they wanna ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ star symbol are for missy elliott′s adlibs i′m jinglin baby, go ′head mami, don′t i look charmin put your lips up on me (woo!!!) kiss it touch it, good, yes i wish you would (turn it up!!) you like to see me when i dip baby dip (ha) don′t it look like i got beyonce′s hips lookin like i could be nia long boy you smokin that cheech and chong have you ever seen thickness in a thong (come on!) you can hit it like a game of ping pong if you give me two shots of it strong nigga bring it on i might let you take me home (turn it up!!) now busta bus (bus!!) misdemeanor in here this year be clear y′all be beware fake mc′s y′all can′t come near i′m toxic baby like i′m britney spears ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ see i ain′t even gotta talk to y′all!!! i let the queens of the game get at y′all!! se y′all ain′t even in my league!!! flipmode bitch!!!! ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ - |
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from Pussycat Dolls - PCD (2005)
[Pussycat Dolls]
I know you like me (I know you like me) I know you do (I know you do) Thats why whenever I come around She's all over you I know you want it (I know you want it) It's easy to see (it's easy to see) And in the back of your mind I know you should be fucking with me [Chorus:] Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me? Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me? Don't cha Don't cha Don't cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me? Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me? Don't cha Don't cha Fight the feeling (fight the feeling) Leave it alone (leave it alone) Cause if it ain't love It just aint enough to leave a happy home Let's keep it friendly (let's keep it friendly) You have to play fair (you have to play fair) See I dont care But I know She ain't gonna wanna share [Chorus:Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me? Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me? Don't cha Don't cha baby Don't cha Don't cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me? Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me? Don't cha Don't cha See, I know she loves you (I know she loves you) I understand (I understand) I'd probably be just as crazy about cha If you were my own man Baby, this life time (baby this life time) Possibly (possibly) Until you're there for a friend you could a-sleep with me [Chorus:] Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me? Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me? Don't cha Don't cha baby Don't cha Don't cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me? Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me? Don't cha Don't cha Don't cha |
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from P. Diddy - Diddy/ Featuring The Neptunes [single] (2005)
P. Diddy:
Aiyyo, you ready? Let's do it Mmm, yeah.. Yeah.. c'mon I'm the definition of half man, half drugs Ask the clubs - Bad Boy, that's whassup After bucks, crush crews after us No games, we ain't laughin much Nothin but big thangs, check the hitlist How we twist shit, what changed but the name? We still here, you rockin wit the best Don't worry if I write rhymes - I write checks (hah!) Who's the boss? Dudes is lost Don't think cause I'm iced out, I'ma cool off Who else but me? (who else?) And if you don't feel me That mean you can't touch me, it's ugly, trust me Get it right dawg, we ain't ever left We just, moved in silence and repped to the death (yeah) It's official, I survived what I been through Y'all got drama, "The Saga Continues..." We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't goin nowhere, we can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't goin nowhere, we can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life Black Rob: Hey yo straight from the Harlem streets I don't play, I push it down with the Harlem Heat (uh-huh) All a sudden niggaz got a problem wit me (Black, what happened?) They run around actin like the Black-o can't eat And you know what? (what?) For some strange reason (uhh) I'm off of this medication, feelin deranged needin For y'all to put the word out (c'mon, c'mon) we ain't leavin We tryin to be rich before we all stop breathin Therefore (what?) we kinda hustle lames Stay layin down our muscle games (c'mon) Still turn niggaz dreams to flames (yeah) you got the wire If not I ain't sayin no names, you'll soon expire (heh) No pain (nothin) I feel remorse Yes of course it's me and Diddy up first racin Porsches Wit the big twin valve exhaust-es {*screeching*} (yeah) On the cover of ya Vibe's, XXL's and Source's bitch (c'mon, let's go) We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't goin nowhere, we can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't goin nowhere, we can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life Mark Curry: Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah It ain't shit changed, since the Notorious (We miss you B.I.G.) See everything still glorious (yeah) We still got Warriors, still be the Victorious (that's right) See it's a lot of them, but it's more of us Still got cash to blow, raps to flow Still them cats that know, pack ya flow, that's fo' sho', Bottles that pop, joints that rock Played the background, hand on my jock, holdin my glock (hahaha) Money to get (yeah), cars to flip (uhh) Bars to sit at and sip Cognac wit jewels that drip (c'mon) Hoes to see (uhh), make sure they knowin it's me (they know it's you) Drop that beat, can't believe that I MC (haha) Bad Boy 'til the casket drop (Bad Boy) gotta love it Place nuttin above it (nuttin) it's on like that (c'mon) Don't believe, we ain't goin like that we're always gonna be here (yeah) We there (uhh) every motherfuckin year! We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't goin nowhere, we can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't goin nowhere, we can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't goin nowhere, we can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't goin nowhere, we can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life (Bad Boy.. we ain't goin nowhere Uh-huh.. uh-huh.. what? We ain't goin nowhere.. we gon' stay right here For ever, and ever, and ever, and ever.. c'mon We ain't goin nowhere.. we gon' stay right here We ain't goin nowhere.. we gon' stay right here Yeah, uh-huh.. uh-huh, uh-huh) |
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from Nas - Streets Disciple (2004)
(feat. Busta Rhymes)
(Busta Rhymes) Ay fellas I think you might wanna s-s-sneak your ratchet in here for this one Ay ladies Put your petroleum jelly on your face Yo Nas, we got a big bet in the streets that you knock they ass out in the first 30 seconds of the first round GET 'EM! (Verse One: Nas) Sittin up drunk, shufflin thoughts Got paper but I'm lost Losin focus what a nigga still hustlin for My seed is straight, the fam is settled Idle time get the man in trouble When wifey tourin, my life get boring Start to remember all types of torment The devil's callin, but I don't answer Mom passed from cancer, leavin behind two granddaughters, two grandsons, two 9's next to me in the Phantom, who lyin? Big screen documentaries of Idi Amin Gotta, try to stay away from creeps With they bullshit, tryin to put me back in the streets War stories, funerals where feds be layin from a dreadful slayin Body viewing's at the wake Nigga sit stiff in his Ferrari, no casket with his eyelids still open, it's kinda spooky Iceman watch on, the suit Gucci I'm above the standard But dude just Mar-salis than Branford Thinkin you're too rich, they wanna gun ya Kidnap ya cause of they hunger, but you fuckin with hunters Camoflauged in black hoods that dump clips Cause real niggaz die over dumb shit Camoflauged in black hoods that dump clips Cause real niggaz die over dumb shit (Chorus 2X: Busta Rhymes) Fight, fists, dance, suckah Suicide, bounce, brother Ice, whips, cash, nigga Watch yo', big, ass, momma (Verse Two: Nas) To your, power structure, Nas is dangerous Y'all the antithesis, the opposite Twitchin shit, all up in your body language Mean muggin your bitch, cause she leans over to look closer told you y'all sloppy gangsters sayin "Nas is this and Nas is that" Your eyes go front, your eyes go back Surprised I'm at the same place y'all be at It's obvious you don't know how I react Like, I don't know where the party's at You're foamin at the mouth, losin breath Like a cardiac arrest, but I ain't impressed Cause the fact is, y'all don't really want it Two to the head, fo' to the stomach Call more security cause I come off anywhere you at you scary cats If you dare squeeze back, guns shall rain a thousand times harder than when I first came Y'all not relentless, y'all dumb And y'all just forgot about the consequences Not a jail sentence, but see the nigga you feed'll kick it to dude that kick it to me We posess, the recipes for death, cause jealousy destroys Feed the dog first, watch out for salmonella poisoning I know a kid who'll throw shit in your food And say, "That's the way you kill a man, avoid the shooting" Hey... (Chorus) (Outro) You smile, in my face Secretly I know, you want my place You waitin on me to choke, don't want a nigga to breathe You wanna come cut my throat, you wanna get rid of me But before I let it happen them guns gon' start clappin And y'all gon' rest in peace, cause death is the recipe Before I let it happen them guns gon' start clappin And y'all gon' rest in peace, cause death is the recipe (Busta) Suicide, bounce, brother (Busta) Suicide, bounce, brother (Busta) Suicide, bounce, brother (Busta) Suicide, bounce, brother |
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from De La Soul - De La Mix Tape_Remixes... (2004)
Yeah!
[Busta Rhymes] Ha ha ha-hah ha-hah ha, ha-hah ha-hah ha Ha ha Flipmode why'all, whatchu talkin bout? De La why'all, whatchu talkin bout? Whatchu talkin bout? [Dove] Yo, you gettin stomped by the marching band Keep 'em shook like spray cans (it's so hot) It's so hot it'll make your face tan (ooh!) Ace ban rap, the place the wasteland Bit why'all in my mouth, but you taste bland I feel fake niggaz and mince these snake niggaz that hiss but won't bite - false alarm And if it don't +Rockwild+ we fin' to drop a bomb (Word up) +Strong+ grip on a mic like we +Stretch Arm+ I BEEN shine, you been warned and been torn Get smacked for the B.S. you been on Storm bad weather/whether or not you stay scorned For ten years I've baked shit like hot potato Rhymes still drippin like stu-be |
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