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Текст песни:

[lord have mercy]
As we approach the current time frame of 1997.with approximately
Two and a half years before the year two thousand. repeatedly it has
Been reported that there will be a time soon approaching. that
Major disaster will be striking, all levels of existence. it has also been
Reported that this disastrous thing will be approaching in the form of
Many, many as in squad, squad as in flipmode squad.
It has also been reported that everyone out of the many will strike,
But this particular motherfucker will strike with an unmeasurable
Blast and fuck up everything within his 360o radius.
Warning. prepare yourselves. store your food, stamp your paper,
Because when this motherfucker gets here, it’s about to get real fucked
For everyone and everything, everywhere!!!!

[dolomite]
Well, busta rhymes. come over here and let me talk to you son.
See know. dolomite just got back from some shit that you about to
Be it. well are you prepared, I hope you are prepared nigga, cause
You know this is album number two. yes more bitches than before.
There’ll be more bitches, more and more and more. more thirsty
Niggas. time to get inside your shit. time to throw your whole
Chemistry off. oh yes, there’s gonna be a lot more money. yes a lot
More money than before. so son don’t you worry about none of that
Shit. all you gotta do is just slap your dick in the mouth of these
Bitches that don’t wanna act right, and put a hot one in any
Motherfucker that wants to get in the way of this powerful shit right
Here. ok son, all right busta enough of this shit talkin. lets be on our
Way. cause when disaster strikes there’s gonna be a whole lot of
Motherfuckers pourin in. all right baby, lets go.

[spliff star]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo. ladies and gentlemen. straight from the
Motherfuckin street corner. goin out to all you motherfuckers
Across the globe. on the return trip. it be the niggas. the niggas that
Live by the code of blood honor. my flipmode niggas, ha. spliff bring
You that shit to another extreme. her to hit you motherfuckers with
A strike of disaster. I bring on to you once again. the eight wonder
Of the world. my nigga busta rhymes. and I be that nigga, that live
Nigga spliff I spliff comin through right at you were ever the fuck you
At. flipmode is da squad comin through right at you were ever the
Fuck you
At.
[busta rhymes]
A yo cut my shit off, get it off. a heh a heh, a heh heh.
Here we go again motherfuckers. a heh, lets start this
Shit.

@ Busta Rhymes

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[Busta Rhymes]
Yo me and my niggas and my clique be getting mad cream
Balling the club, now I′m drunk having a bad dream
This mothafucker tried to greet me with wealth
I never knew that I would see that day that I would meet the devil himself
This nigga was eagerly waiting to prove it
Astonishingly, already dancing to his own burial music
Well anyway, he plottin′ to do it to me
In a certain kind of way, and started off directly popping shit to me
While he spoke a couple of fires would spark
While he sat in the shadow talking his shit we watch the sky getting dark (he said)

[Devil]
(?) Where it hurts
I′ll leave you in a (?) straight up leaking in the back of a church
Let a ghosting crib and haunt you like a ghost in your home
Leaving you old and crippet like them ruins in Rome
Watch your body shrivel up and turn your asses to smoke
Fuck your flesh don′t get yo blood sucked, the blood of ya foes
I be that nigga that′ll torture your spouse
And leave a thousand body bags like truth.com in front of your house

[Busta]
Got me bugging on a whole notha level
Tell me how the fuck a nigga really end up having beef with the devil
Shit bomb the whole effect the nigga had on my dreaming
Body reacting mentally, going to war with the demon
Seem (?) like the typical storm
So embellished in the dream a nigga felt it in the physical form
The dream got my nose runny and shit
Eyes watery, shorty watching my body twitch funny and shit
Giving shorty sleeping with me the creeps
She bugging off how a nigga just sweating and breathing so hard in his sleep
Determined to conquer this nigga so let it begin
Absolutely focused on killing the demon within
So now we fight in the name of my brethren
And every blow connect during the fight you can hear the thunder roll into heaven,
Ain′t hell a deep breath of fresh air
The devil′s presence blows a cold draft leaving a scent of death in the air
While my mind was reassembling now
Simultaneous wifey watching a nigga body trembling now
Couldn′t conquer me so now the devil wanted me dead
Stabbing a nigga with the same bone he ripped from his head
Yo its funny how the devils′ll test us
But if fully select, niggas bless with something some′ll raggle with impressions
Til I′m dead I′m always battling through
You can′t believe you cut my main vein that all my blood be traveling through
Somebody gotta die, settle the score
Because it′s me or this nigga, I′m fighting to the death, I′m ready for WAR
(devil laughing fades)

@ Busta Rhymes

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[Busta Rhymes]
"We just sparkle now"
"Yeah, We just sparkle now"
"We just gon′ sparkle now"
"All niggas, yeah, we gon′ sparkle now"
"Yeah, we gon′ shiiine aaand we are gon′ sparkle now"
"Yeah, Yeah we gon....ha"

Yo, Yo You know I be the maestro
Rages are (brand spankin′ fresssshhh!!)
And always with the right glow
Get ya hyper like a nitro taebo cycle
We ′bout to knock it outta sight yo..ha
Ya know I keep a tight flow, ever since a little nigga yo
They always say they might blow
Nowaday we shinin bright yo
Even the cool joints′ll make a nigga straight to wanna fight though
High roller, mind blowin′, wild bonin′
Take y′all niggas for a little ride just like they motherfuckin cyclonin′
Yo, you know my niggas stay holdin′
Now we see some jealous niggas on the side all in they mouth foamin′
While we roamin′ and we zonin′ play the right role
White bowl, we still′ll take a nigga white goal
Before we break fast break glass take trash
I′ll bust ya shit and go and chase ass
I′m sayin′ this now

Chorus (2x) [Busta Rhymes]

All my party people (party people!)
You need to come inside (come inside now!)
Because we got it people (ya know we got it for ya!)
So just enjoy the ride (yeah, enjoy the ride now bitches!)

Yo, you know I be the captain
Blaze it out and bring you all the hottest scene of action
I gotta gotta give it give it to ya (Oooooh!)
Let me light a L pass a glass of henny to ya (Woooh!)
Now let me get my little shine on rhyme on
And give ya shit to keep ya mind on
Check it, I keep toast and rock the most
Break it down blow the sheet up and vanish like a ghost
Whether you′re spanish or speak another language I hope
The way we damage shit I hope you′re the cult, my nigga
Check it, eh, you know I be the champion hands on
And make the bitches get they dance on
Black it out from the back of da house
To the front, whatever you want
Fuck what they yappin about
Eh eh, before we ride we check ransom
Smokin′ the spot, like how we smoked the live in the mansion
Yeah, the way we hold bank roll
Cheddar so thick, sometimes the shit done made me have to stack folds
Ha, we all up in ya asshole
So hot shit possess you and get all in ya damn soul
We got you drenched drippin up in the spot
We took it from you now we holdin′ the rock (D-O!)
The type of shit that make ya rush sometin′ touch sometin′ buss sometin′
And make you wanna go and fuck sometin′
I′m only talking to...

Chorus (4x)

[Busta Rhymes]
"Just float just like we all in the ocean"
"Yeah, yeah, see, we ′bout to sparkle now"
"We are gon′ sparkle now please, now"
"Just let us sparkle now, yeah, yeah, we gon...ha"
"Yeah, ha ha...we gon′ sparkle nooo www!"

@ Busta Rhymes

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[Jim Carrey]
This is a Flipmode Squad
Jim Carrey collabo
Now what?

[Busta]
Ugh, hallelujah
Kids hear this come on
While I′m lacing and tryna prepare this
For y′all, oh well I got a story to tell
About a dude I met once, miserable as hell
How grouchy he was
And how slouchy he was
And when he talked, you′d smell his breath
And how lousy it was
And if you daydreamed, he′d give you pinch
Now let me tell you about Mr. Grinch
Every holiday season while we was young, growing up
Everything be cool when Mr. Grinch show up
Always plottin′ and schemin′ to ruin everybody′s holiday season
And never had a justifiable reason

[Jim Carrey]
Yo B I had my reason
They call me The Grinch
I tried to live the given
But it was making me winch
I see happy kids whitless
"Merry Christmas" they shouted
I stole the gifts
And there was nothing anyone could do about it

[Chorus]
You′re a mean one, Mr. Grinch
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You really are a heel
You′re as cuddly as a cactus, (uh) you′re as charming as an eel
Mister Grinch
(Busta Rhymes, Jim Carrey, Mr. Grinch)
Mister Grinch

[Busta]
He was an angry little dude with a horrible attitude
And he′ll show you some gratitude
If you let him ruin your mood
Everybody knew about him from here to Baton Rouge
He remind me of the crazy lost cousin of Mr. Scrooge
Word to mother

[Jim Carrey]
Yes, it′s my favorite day
You let me take all your gifts
And just yell my name!!
(MR. GRINCH)
After that I′ll be on my way
Just to return and successfully ruin your day

[Busta]
Okay for the record
What the hell made you like that?
So grouchy and grimy
How everything about you is whack
Ay yo I know you all can tell
From all the talk from his mouth
You better set some big traps
Around the gifts in your house
State of the art surveillance
Just to give it a boost
You sleep with one eye open
With a couple wild dogs running loose, now
He′s definitely not the dude you can trust
He be bouncing with all your goods
And leave you biting the dust

[Chorus]
You′re a mean one, Mr. Grinch
You really are a heel
You′re as cuddly as a cactus
You′re as charming as an eel
Mister Grinch, Mister Grinch

[Busta]
Grinch come around safe guard your things
You better safe guard your money
Safe guard your bling
You gotta safe guard your crib
Safe guard your g′s
You gotta safe guard the stash and the car keys
You gotta listen up to what we talking about
Yeah it was better when the Grinch was never coming around her
Time after time again
Never mind he already took the liqour out your Heineken
He already quick to try again
To steal the gifts another way
And give you all a different style again
Why you stackin′ and you trying to swell
You best believe Mr. Grinch schemin, dude stay coneiving ass
Ay yo he stay schemin′ when you thinkin′ he not
Looking over your shoulder
Peepin′ everything you got
(He, he, he Busta Rhymes I will get you too)
Relax duke you need to chill
Something seriously wrong with you

[Chorus]
You′re a mean one, Mr. Grinch
You really are a heel
You′re as cuddly as a cactus
You′re as charming as an eel
Mister Grinch, Mister Grinch
You′re a mean one, Mr. Grinch
You really are a heel
You′re as cuddly as a cactus
You′re as charming as an eel
Mister Grinch, Mister Grinch

[Jim Carrey]
I wanna give a shout out to the West Side of Who-ville

@ Busta Rhymes

Текст песни:

Yeah
Pick up the pace now
C′mon
Yeah
This feel like that tight shit
That make you just go get the keys to your whip
And just bounce
Bounce bounce bounce
N′ah mean
Go stop at the little spot
Get you a little bag of the lye
And just bounce bounce

Yo
Now watch a nigga tongue kiss the track like it was fried chicken
Spicy seasoning was finger licking
Everything looks grand and I feel so good today
Jewels jingling below my belly
You know we steady talk shit to them bitches when we be on the celly
Four wheelin′ with a fifth of henny
See now we whippin′ and we dippin′ through traffic
Like we don′t give a fuck
Niggas follow how we bounce in the truck
Then we whylin and we thugging a little
Yo we ain′t wylin′ much
A little mellow from the spark of the dutch
Down shift, throw it in the fifth gear with my foot on the clutch
Speed balling, like we all in a rush
While we switch a couple of lanes
Flick my little hazard light on
Better pull over and get on the lawn
Yo, move the barricade, and let my niggas park on the block
Make a grand entry up in the spot
You know we only here to take all of the food out the pot
It′s only right cause niggas know we be taking they slack

Now let′s get high, and let′s get drunk
You feel that bounce, then turn it up
You light your L, and blaze it up
Get in the game, and change it up
Come in the spot, and flame it up
Let′s get this dough, and live it up
Let′s get this dough, and live it up
Let′s get this dough, and live it up

Yeah, so amazing, we blazing and changing the bounds
Grazing y′all niggas, with something aiming to taking you out
We never resort to any measure to keep you with me
Wylin′ with a sinky rinky dinky ring on pinky
Follow the simple flow that′ll cripple y′all niggas
Drop the shit that′ll shake and just ripple y′all niggas
What, your boom scheme, get with the new thing
Hit you and get y′all niggas, all into the new swing
Ah, tally it up, rally it up
From the streets to the alley, from the Eastern Cali and up
I′m talking dope, all of my niggas, all of my bitches
Give you something that′ll split you up
And leave you with stitches
Looking pathetic, I hit y′all niggas with the kinetic
Make you respect it, and beat you in the head till you get it
Take off my jacket, hope you can match it
When the DJ go scratch up the bounce
I hope you could catch it
So what

Now let′s get high, and let′s get drunk
You feel that bounce, then turn it up
You light your L, and blaze it up
Get in the game, and change it up
Come in the spot, and flame it up
Let′s get this dough, and live it up
Let′s get this dough, and live it up
Let′s get this dough, and live it up
Let′s get this dough, and live it up
Now let′s get high, and let′s get drunk
You feel that bounce, then turn it up
You light your L, and blaze it up
Get in the game, and change it up
Come in the spot, and flame it up
Let′s get this dough, and live it up
Let′s get this dough, and live it up
Let′s get this dough, and live it up
Let′s get this dough, and live it up
Let′s get this dough, and live it up
Let′s get this dough, and live it up

Yeah, live it up now, yeah
You know when you got shorty in the passenger side of the whip
You bouncing from the club, step on the gas
And just bounce bounce bounce, yeah
Then shorty come with you to the nearest short stay
Get up on top of that and just
Bounce bounce bounce
That′s what I′m talking about niggas, yeah
If you pushing down the Belt Parkway
The Grand Central, the Long Island Expressway
The Cross Island Expressway
Southern state, Northern state, Parkway
You know 95 South, Brooklyn Expressway, you know
However way y′all traveling
You just bounce bounce bounce
You N′ah mean
Blunts burning and all
Just keep the windows up though
Let the smoke stay in the mutherfucking ride, yeah
All my bitches in the passenger seat
Now just bounce bounce bounce, yeah

@ Busta Rhymes

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feat. Pete Rock

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah.. back by popular demand, it′s about to get Godly
Yeah.. hold it now! AO WWW!
C′mon, c′mon (c′mon).. yeah
Huh.. c′mon, c′mon (c′mon).. yeah
Huh!

Bear witness on the way we stay cuttin ′em down
In two-thousand-two, shuttin ′em down
Have you sippin on it ′til you start suckin it down
I hope you know that we ain′t FUCKIN around
Niggaz you betta BELIEVE when you see me the shit be double trouble
I overLOAD and take this SHIT to another level
I shut it down, sho′ nuff, pack ya bags
Let me work, make it hurt, cause I′m next wreck
Lay flat nigga hit the deck, or face big DISrespect
In addition the SHIT we wreck
Firework flow, spit and make a BIG effect
Bang it in the truck until ya whole SHIT eject, c′mon
Stop nigga, close ya shop
SCUD missile launched fire burn quick, every SHIT we drop
From the GROUND with another sound yes we put it down
and always BOOM and pound, so we shut ′em down

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes (Pete Rock)]
I shut ′em down (shut ′em down, shut shut shut ′em down)
I shut ′em down (sh-sh, sh-sh, shut shut ′em down)
I shut ′em down (shut ′em down, shut shut shut ′em down)
I shut ′em down (shut ′em, sh-shut, shut shut ′em down)
I shut ′em down (shut ′em down, shut-sh-shut ′em down)
I shut ′em down (sh-sh, sh-sh, shut shut ′em down)
I shut ′em down (shut ′em down, shut shut shut ′em down)
I shut ′em down (shut ′em down, shut shut ′em down)

[Busta Rhymes]
Hah!
One two three four five six seven eight nine
Comin THROUGH, betta tuck in ya shine
Once ya lookin for the HEAT, if ya seek it will find
I had these devils wat

@ Busta Rhymes

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[Puff Daddy]
See when we like to make you shake your ass, move your hips
So we gonna do a little something like this
Flipmode, Bad Boy
Check this out

Tell me how it feels, is it hot is not
Does it drop cash like a slot
Does it stay streeted go pop
Checkin out what Flipmode got, mad hip-hop
Chartin number one, drinks in the sun
Eighty times so we can get sponged, shake it hon
All a brother know is make the hit get the dough
Makin grandmas hit the floor, really though
It′s my thang my slang
Rich motherfuckers gettin chicks at the
Bringin my team to the joint wit Alan Iversan runnin on point
Don′t smoke a spliff on the joint
And when you see they on point
Cause I, I be that nigga wit the million dollar figures
Gettin all up in they bitches
Leavin they pussy in stitches, uh

[Rampage]
Aiyyo I′m on to the next level
I′m gettin rich, friends said I switch
I got me a bad chick, live up in the hills
Pay my mom′s bills, recoup a half a mil
Still got my deal, pop the 700 Benz-o
you never seen, cash money fiend
A lot of cats wanna dream
Pack a shorty black or Phillipian
The way I eat my shrimp with steam
I′m the man with the gangsta lean, what, what
Yo I split your whole spleen if you know what I mean
Call me little rabcash, I get you for your stash
VIP pass, ave all the gas, I make it last

Chorus: Busta Rhymes

To my people in the front if you ready to bump a say
"Don′t stop the body rock"
To my people in the back if your not a wack a say
"Don′t stop the body rock"
To my people in the left if you hot to death a say
"Don′t stop the body rock"
To my people in the right wanna party tonight just say
"Don′t stop the body rock"

[Mase]
Since Mase refuse to lose, we makes numeral moves
Cause I′m smoother than them dudes and them two thousand dollar shoes
When I move to new Jerus, cause I like the cruise
and my six double-o, blast weed, love the dough
I′m that Goodfella, what the hella they can tell me
Smoke my la la out in LA, who′s ready
Juice heavy back in blue Chevy
See angealan they winnin, a nigga need the chedda
Cause I′m more in a broad way
With all A′s and platinum
There been many things we touch
Never had in finance so I never had to deduct shit 1.8
And every week I have to re-up
So what, so what

[Busta Rhymes]
Aiyyo check out the way me and my niggas always be whippin shit
The way that I display no flavor and do it so intricate
Pidda and padda padda and pidda over with the shit
U u u u u oh y′all niggaz be yappin to make me sick of it
Hit you wit shit that y′all niggaz never ever forget
Fuckin wit my niggaz just like you playin russian roulette
Ooh me and my whole baton coming soon
Make a make room, we diesel like a bunch of balloons
A yo yo make ya damage, all of my niggaz damage ya
Tryin to alter our lavage liven niggaz y′all turn savage
Yo Flipmode and Bad Boy collabo′
Makin sure all of you niggaz all stay home

Chorus 2X

@ Busta Rhymes

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Verse 1: spliff star

Yeah
Heh
A flipmode y’all (x4)
Hah
Heh
Hahahaha
Yo
Yo, uh
I spits rhymes for thug cats
Neighborhood drug rats
Hardcore
Keep it raw
What
Niggaz love that
Stack the greenbacks
And stay steady with the weed sack
Spliff star one of the famous foreigners
>from east flat-bush
Fire arms till you no longer breather black
Make it hot
Standin on the corner wit the g-pack
Look at me
Lampin in defiance wit my seats back
Got the game to fuck wit ? jane? where you and her sleep at

Verse 2: rah digga

Lyrically inclined
And inclined to get lyrical
Checkin for residuals
Rhymin be the ritual
Ill individual
Bad habitat
Watch my voice battle cats
While I’m spittin battle raps
On the high horse
And I keep my saddle strapped
You’d be headin up the river like ’where the paddle at? ’
Got a rhyme overload
Rah digga always front ya
Leavin niggaz stuck like I was accupuncture

Chorus:

Got niggaz from the hood
Thinkin shit all good
I’m askin all y’all
Watcha come around here fo!!!
Got niggaz outta town
Tryin to come and be down
I’m askin all y’all
Watcha come around here fo!!!
Got niggaz online
Think they fuckin wit mine
I’m askin all y’all
Watcha come around here fo!!!
I’m askin all y’all
Watcha come around here fo!!!
I’m askin all y’all
Watcha come around here fo!!!

Verse 3: baby sham

It makes alot of sense
When you see sham in black benz
With high friends
Pull up the club wit dark tints
Never jump out
Thats why they lookin dead in my mouth
They must have doubts
Like who the stars wit no lookouts
You’d be amazed and surprised to who would run in your house
And tag their names on the stomach of your pregnant spouse
I shall leave you wit dat
Bib from qb
Boys in black
And foul attitudes to match

Verse 4: busta rhymes

Yo
Now who you be god
I be the soul controller
I burst gas like the fizz outta your coca cola
Live shit like the energy of solar
With thug niggaz wit names like bullet head and cobra
Street niggaz be feelin the nights gettin cold, the rock
Bear skin furs like australian polar
Hang up on whack bitches who call the motorolla
And smack faggots like you don’t make me have ta show ya

Chorus

Verse 5: rampage

Ramp I’m not talkin son I’m comin out clappin
All you whack niggaz be poppin shit y’all niggaz actin
Flipmode number 1 squad that make shit happen
I’m rippin down shit while y’all other niggaz slackin
Money cats is stocked and locked plus I’m stackin
Them grimy niggaz rollin with me
Them niggaz packin
Bust 4 in your face pop 4 in your back and
8 bullets total in all I’m street trackin

Verse 6: rocky marciano

2 for my block like 10 in the mornin
Squish your organs like swiss scheese whippin the arm
And flava blaze I play the corner
Wake up your neighbors wit my tape in order to feel my aura
Mauziano I’m like a silver tzar holdin golden
Metal & dough I hold my arm swollen
On the farm belong for soldiers I control is like they seein moses
Fiendin for flows I pose to split you open
Layin back rappers for motion picture me slap on my rappin boots

Chorus

Verse 7: lord have mercy

The earth is the globe
Where I work my magic like merlin unfold
Surface enclosure
Life worthless no goals
Perfect controls
Like ayatola’s turbans and robes
From the counties of kings
Bails, bounties, pissie lobbies
50 armies
Probably bring hell on this earth
Legend of dirt
Smash ghettos & general’s turf
Menace incredible work
Land lord blaze him and gave him the dirt
Hah

Chorus

@ Busta Rhymes

Текст песни:

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

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

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

Chorus (x3)

@ Busta Rhymes

Текст песни:

(busta rhymes)(chorus)
Comin in the dance last night(uh hum)
Busta boy fear last night(uh oh)
Me couldn’t find me nine(um hum)
So me go, pull out me knife(so me say)
(repeat 2’x)

(spilff star)
A lot of brothers don’t like me
Screw me when the site me
Pop a lot of shit, but they scared to death to fight me
See me on the stage wit bust on some rap shit
They see me in the club wit bust on some lap shit
Befrore this rap shit, it was the corner crack shit
But now I’m on the world on some autograph shit
Spliff-a-spliff drop the 4 5th round the waiste
So if you want war, let me deal with the case
Ain’t nothin to it, brother I got the heart to do it
Blast in, cover the sidewalk wit ya fluid
Ya niggas stupid, ya got brains, brother use it
Ain’t nithin gonna stop my black ass, from gettin cash
On the real, that’s how deeply I feel
A born again hooligan, hungry for this meal
Got the iced- out platinum rings that you wanna steal
Come get it, watch ya whole shit get wetted
Street colonel cat, got enough cats to set it
So if you ain’t doin shit , ya niggas need to dead it
Watchin my money, it cost bullets in ya tummy
It’s all ral here, there ain’t no fear here
You mess around here, you catch ya death here
I mean it, you could front, but you believe it
Nigga guard your life before I turn around and steal it
Look into my eyes and analyze what you deal wit
If I can’t find you, I take it out on who you be wit
Type of bitch nigga I would never smoke a tree wit

(busta rhymes)(chorus)
Repeat 2’s

(busta rhymes)
Nowadays we blow like smoke out the exhaust
Contamenatin smoke still makin me cough
I mean we bout to turn this wak shit off
Wak niggas is sick wit the flu sippin chicken broth
Now here’s another winnin ripoff
Gettin money, eatin fine cuisine like buttered shrimp and rice pilaf
Stay heavily armed, alakun salom
Watch you bitch ass suffer til you got to beg for ya moms
Now turn the truck on, get ya fuck on, got you stuck on
Stupid right between yo legs, get yo suck on
Drink bottles, treat niggas like gus d’amoto
Eat avacado, soon to go purchase a white diablo
Niggas know my motto, lets get money, macho camacho
Applaud another rapper, lets go collect the nacho
Oh shit, hope you don’t slip, another murder commit
The episode comin on teen summit
Little corny nigga talk too quick, think he slick
Throwin a brick, yappin off, lyin on his dick
Too late, you’ll be the type o’ nigga that I love to hate
Brutally bust ya shit like a nigga turned primate
Time of the year, feel great, clean slate
Throw a nickle plate, property shoppin to but a landscape
How they say street niggas ’ill never have
Now we possess the 5s wit the cherry red nav
Doin things like signin graffiti on autograph
Gettin so much money staff calculate the math
Laugh you know the half, eyin in the stash
Mediatin watch the wind blow the blunt ash
You had a blast , now how long you gonna last
Ice grillin for nothing, you make yoself ass
Brace yoself one more time, know what I mean dun
Violate cross the foul line, it be yo last one

(chorus til end)

@ Busta Rhymes

Текст песни:

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

Come on, can′t stop, won′t stop, rockin′ for you niggas
′Cause I rep the street and Johnnie Cochran for you niggas
And I, got a state gun cockin′ for you niggas
(twenty-one) legal (gun) shots

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

[Busta Rhymes]
Now come on, take something, shake something, break something
Stop, close your shop, you niggas ain′t sayin′ nothin′
Niggas be frontin′ and knowin′ they ain′t really weighin′ nothin′
Betta (stop) ′fore we (pop) and really (get to sprayin′ something)

[Busta] Flood it up
[Digga] Whip it up
[Busta] Smoke it up
[Digga] Blooded up,
Niggas straight tryin′ to brake, I tell ′em shut it up,
I spit the ill for real, ain′t nothin′ buttered up,
(Flipmode) doin′ it (everybody) love it up

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

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

[Busta] Hold up
[Digga] Run on
[Busta] Get up
[Digga] Come on

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

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

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

[Chorus]

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

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

[Digga] Spillin′ it
[Busta] Feelin′ it
[Digga] Killin′ it
[Busta] Come on!

[Rah Digga]
The hardest MC don′t want flex no more
(Make it hot) everytime I rock, rest assured
Shit′ll have that (who could rock) the raw best award, nigga

[Busta] Look it up
[Digga] Cook it up
[Busta] Shook it up
[Digga] Book it up

[Busta Rhymes]
When we (rock) you shouldn′t watch (promoters) nook it up
(Raise the level a little) you know (my niggas) took it up
(In and outta big) figgas while me and (Digga) cook it up

[Chorus]

@ Busta Rhymes

Текст песни:

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

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

I make sure everything remains raw [4X]

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

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

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

@ Busta Rhymes

Текст песни:

[Intro: Eminem]
Makaveli, rest in peace
Irv Gotti, too much Bacardi in his body
Mouth like a 12 gauge shotty (feel me!)
{*starts singing chorus in background*
And this bitch said he should be
The lost forgotten seed of Tupac
To lead this industry into the ways of the man
Follow me...!

[Chorus: Eminem]
Come get me
If you motherfuckas want Shady
If Pac was still here now
He would never ride with Ja
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

[Verse 1: Eminem]
You ain′t no killa, you a pussy
That ecstasy done got you all emotional and mushy
Bitch is wearin′ rags in photos, Ja′s words bein′ quoted
In The Source stealin′ Pac′s shit like he just wrote it
You loudmouths, pray to God hopin′ no one′s listenin′
See 50 comin′ for me I′ma guard my, my position
No one′ll pay attention to me, please Gotti
Here I go, give me this pill
Ecstasy done got me feelin′ so invincible
Now all a sudden I′m a fuckin′ mad man who screams like I′m Pac
But I′m not, enemies, Hennessy
Actin′ like I′m great, but I′m fake, I′m crazy
Sweat drip get me off this trip, someone stop this train
Some say my brain is all corrupted fuckin′ with this shit
I′m suck, I′m addicted to these drugs, I′ma quit
sayin′ motherfuckas names before somebody fucks me up
Ain′t no pussies over here partner, see you in hell, fucka

[Chorus: Eminem]
Come get me
Motherfucka, if you want Shady
If Pac was still here now
He would never ride with Ja
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Get off that E
′Fore you try to come and fuck with me
It′s Aftermath gettin′ down, Shady Records got it locked
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Penitentiaries is packed with promise makers
Never realize the precious time that bitch niggaz is wastin′
Institutionalize my bitchez bring me product by the bundle
Hustle hard for my sale, G-Unit motherfucka, we ballin′
Catch me countin′ cheese and when I′m callin′, do you accept my calls?
Still let me sip on Hennessy, can I sip some more?
Hell, I done been to jail, I ain′t scared
Mama checkin′ in my bedroom, I ain′t there
I got a head with no screws in it
Motherfuckas thinkin′ they can stop 50, they losin′ it
Lil′ nigga named Ja think he live like me
Talkin′ about he left the hospital took nine like me
You livin′ fantasies nigga, I been checkin′ deposit
When your lil′ sweet ass gon′ come out of the closet?
Now he wonderin′ why DMX blowed him out
Next time grown folks talkin′, bitch, close yo mouth
Peep me, I take this war shit deeply
Done seen too many real niggaz ball to let these bitch niggaz beat me
Black Child, you′s a motherfuckin′ punk and you′ll see me with gloves
Quit scarin′ them fuckin′ kids with yo ugly ass mug
And you can tell them niggaz you roll with whatever you want
But you and I know what′s goin′ on
Nigga payback, Tah, I know yo bitch ass from way back
Witness me strap the mac, knew I don′t play that
All these old rappers tryina advance
It′s all over now, take it like a man [haha!]
Irv lookin′ like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick
Tryina playa hate on my shit
Man, eat a fat dick!
Lovin′ this shit, that′s how you made me
Feelin′ like I got you niggaz crazy
Uh huh, against all odds
Hopin′ my thug motherfuckas know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds
Up in the studio gettin′ blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Ay yo, I been one of the most humble
Reppin′ streets to the core
Ay Jeffrey, what the fuck you come and bother me for?
It′s been a long time comin′, like a blessing to check you
See, 106 & Park fans don′t even fuckin′ respect you
It′s kinda funny, wanna be Pac, wanna fake like he thug
Runnin′ around talkin′ shit that he ain′t capable of
Now let me off this cock sucka, watch me handle you nigga
If I recall, Violator used to manage you nigga
They took a closer look and realized you wasn′t impostured
There′s never been a Violator on the Murder Inc. roster, dumbass
Now, who shootin′? A www, made you look!
You said Bust′ singin′ the same old hook? You stupid!
If y′all shootin′, I take a look at yo man
The bitch shot himself in front of Def Jam
Chedda bob ass niggaz, start adjustin′ yo plan
You let the streets down nigga, apologize to yo fans
Watched you pull a lil′ stunt like we ain′t know what it was
Lil′ faggot, desperate tryina reestablish a buzz
I know the shit is drivin′ you crazy, you wonderin′ how
The streets ain′t never want you, Beatrice, whachu gonna do now?
Now if you wanna beef with me, then I′m beefin′ with you
I think about the game and what it′s like and
{*imitating Ja Rule* "What would it be without you?"
You finished, I ain′t tryina repeat this
Just ′cause I′m cool, you shouldn′t take my kindness for weakness

[Busta Rhymes talking]
Oh shit... it was fun...
Next time you got a problem man...
Address me before you try to make the shit a public issue homey...
Now I′ma return back to my regular self...
And have fun again... one!

@ Busta Rhymes

Текст песни:

Ha, ha, ha, uh, yeah, yeah
While we hit you with another one of them old phenomenal shits
Nineteen-ninety-six, that nigga comes through with another one of them fucking ill ones
Busta rhymes in the place to be, flipmode squad
Y’all motherfuckers keep it right here
You know how it’s going down son
Blow the spot up, one shot
Yo check it out

Aeiyo son, I get busy each and every day
Freaky different shit make you bounce around your way
So many niggas just fade away
Talking shit on mics with nothing to say
When I display freaky bump shit you wanna say
Hit you off, make you and your peoples wanna stay
Yo, who be that nigga that be coming through?
That’s me
I’ll take the mics just overview
Ha, who, ha
Tell me just what you wanna do
Hit with more shit that make you feel brand new
Steady solid gold posting like marilyn macu
Suckers suffocating till their faces turn blue
You don’t have a clue, of the proper number of my crew
How we shoot the spit-shine on niggas like a pair of shoes
Any time you wanna set it off
I’ma make sure that you all live to regret it

Chorus:
Don’t you do something that will catch up with you
Watch your back before you die
Don’t you do something that you live to regret
Or feel the heat so bad baby
Don’t you do something that will catch up with you
Watch your back before you die
Don’t you do something that you live to regret
Or feel the heat so bad baby

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Huh! yo!
I be the absolute wicked and that’s your first warning
When you start falling, my name you will be calling
Who’s that?
You wake up to every single morning, that’s me
Busta rhymes with the loudest talking
Living to regret what they did to you, stay talking
Talking shit you better watch how you be walking
Coming through so that you all can really see
Rhyme after me, bring you back to reality
Ha, check your self nigga
Just count from one to three
Then I hit you off with another new stylee
A-hee, a-hee-hee
Dedicated to mc’s
Break you off something with so much new ferocity
So hot, I will burn off your calories
Chase you all down like I was your worst enemy
Better believe this nigga set it
Fuck around and i’ma make sure that you all live to regret it

Chorus:
Don’t you do something that will catch up with you
Watch your back before you die
Don’t you do something that you live to regret
Or feel the heat so bad baby
Don’t you do something that will catch up with you
Watch your back before you die
Don’t you do something that you live to regret
Or feel the heat so bad baby

Yo, yo, yo, yo
I be that nigga that you can’t see
Breaking shit down in all actuality
All y’all niggas who misbehave
Better count your blessings or make your grave
Uh, this goes out to all the ones who talk trash
Bring the noise nigga, we will bust your ass
If you really wanna set it off
I’ma make sure that you all live to regret it

Chorus:
Don’t you do something that will catch up with you
Watch your back before you die
Don’t you do something that you live to regret
Or feel the heat so bad baby
Don’t you do something that will catch up with you
Watch your back before you die
Don’t you do something that you live to regret
Or feel the heat so bad baby

(repeat to fade with chanting in background)

@ Busta Rhymes

Текст песни:

So just knowin that people umm, compare me with with every hot kid that
come out and, y′know, the the expressions people give me when I see em
in the streets sometime y′know people be lookin at me like I′m a martian
like "Yo, it′s the God" y′knowhatI′msayin? But that alone man keep keep
me lovin this man, lovin this

@ Busta Rhymes

Текст песни:

It was a dark night, pitch black, May 20, 19... Approximately 11:30 p.m., a
black child was born. Upon his arrival and rapid growth, being exposed to
the many casualties of the streets, he has now realized what must be
done.... He must bring the ruckus to all you motha fucka′s...He must bring
the ruckus to All you motha fucka′s..He must bring the ruckus to ALL you
motha fucka′s! (Rampage the Last Boy Scout) And now for the moment all you
motha fucka′s been waitin for...all my flipmode niggas rise and awake for
the most powerful event to occur..THE COMING!! Once again you now rockin
wit the best. Flipmode is tha squad for tha year of 1996. UH! Rampage the
Last Boy Scout is who I be, here to take you on another ride of the
Flipmode explosion. Street to street, land to land, coverin all burial
grounds in your area. I′m here to bring on my physical, the 8th wonder of
the world, straight from the dungeon shot, the infamous, the infamous,
Busta Rhymes! Boy Scout′s who I be, Flipmode is still the squad... (Busta
Rhymes) Yo, hey yo, yo, this joint right here, is dedicated to all the
motha fucka′s who fell off and the motha fucka′s whose about ta fall off,
yo, keep fallin, keep fallin, hey, keep fallin, yo, keep fallin, keep
fallin, this is specifically for the motha fucka′s who came out here
claimin to represent hip- hop but really didn′t do shit to preserve the
value of the fuckin artform, the way of life. Hip-hop is a way to live man,
it ain′t no institutionalized religion or somethin. It′s a way to live,
it′s a culture, dog, you know what I mean? You know, so if you ain′t really
got nuthin beneficial to offer this hip-hop shit, preserve the value of the
artform, the music, the way of living, don′t even fuck wit it! We don′t
need deadweight motha fucka′s. This is where we at as it stands right now
in the current day of 1996. There′s only 4 years left. This is dedicated to
all tha niggas who keep fallin, keep fallin, so keep fallin,
AAAAAAHHHHHH!!! Ha, so keep fallin..........thanks a lot

@ Busta Rhymes