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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

Текст песни:

We Can Take It Outside
Busta Rhymes
(When Disasters Strike)

[Verse 1:]

I′m a natural born killa that′s born to rise
Flipmode is the squad so it′s no surprise
Niggas want to advertise about how we get down
You fuck around leave your body in the lost and found
How you like me now?
We got the industry on lock
The world is on shock
I′m a take a piece of the rock
Yo, you feel it in the heart when we took you to the park
Midnight after dark, I′m the raider of the lost ark (ark echo′s)
Now na na na na na na, nana nah
Super size, super size, right before your eyes
I bring in treats like giant sweet potato pies
Wise, sword shift and I spit on flies
Killing all the tips from studio spies
Head to bed, beddie bye, beddie bye
Don′t ask why, we′ll take your ass to paradise
Flipmode′s the squad don′t rest, don′t try
Peace to my people in the friendly sky
Peace to my outer space ties
I′m in leather like the ladies
Bigger than crack in the 80′s (80′s echo′s)
Drive the buggy I Mercedes
Blow up like C-4
Got so much to live for
Can′t play the game no more
Pick up the cain no more
Brothers ain′t the same no more
Try to sweat me, what am I aiming for
Get yourself caught up
Faggot ass tore up
In the worst way, the only way you can stop me
is cock your glock and shot me
Drop me, pop me, make sure you that you got me
Cause anytime I live I′m comin back to find you poppy

[Chorus:]

What y′all niggas wanna do?
Yo we can take it outside
Ya′ll niggas want something?
Yo we can take it outside
What y′all niggas wanna do?
Yo we can take it outside
Ya′ll niggas want something?
Yo we can take it outside

[Verse 2:]

Push up in the hot rod, alley cats a rah rah
All my flipmode in the backseats with chrome nods
Hear to bust mine
Nigga frat child let his brain fry
Pretty boy sliced up philly contact from his red eye
You failed to realize when you macks me you drop the plastic
Run up in your crib, now you heat me from the mattress
My crew expanded, QB is where we landed
Yellow strip you crossed it
Now I′m forcing you to drink this champotion
Show me were loaded
The desert eagle hear it cockin′
Lovin my doggie
While we shinin′ continue flossin
Steppin on toes I crush the whole shoe
Pronto like Cru till I′m Triumphant like Wu
The shit you talkin crazy like niggas turnin in their hand guns
I be burnin mc′s like betty grandson
Smokin grey poupon boy
Two lines, I chew rhymes and make niggas fall like they was futons
All day outsiders, this squad be flipmode
We get a dick rode a whole shitload

[Chorus]

[Verse Three:]

We the official g-u-rilla to lead militias
Stack peelin, americana
Spit sentences like one of missy wanna′s
Reminisce the promise
Bring drama like Nicaragua
Fatigues march, army leaders, they count crooked drug dollars
And sip fresh squeezed milk from the titties of llamas
Leave cities in carnage
Prettiest farmers that pour whisky at harvest and hold 16 guananas
Maintain, maintain, maintain
I pray like Gussalini Zion fists
Try on this, you can′t see me like vagina lips
Smugglin diamond chips, bubblin anonymous
The dominant will resource and count script crews and world wars
(world wars echo′s)
Yo, you better practice what you preach, I got 7 MC′s
And 10 g′s, I′ll show each
Never interfere and shit, souvenirs for your ears and shit
Clear poetry like William Shakespeare and shit
Word is bond checkin me out
Hey what you talkin about
You lost and walkin about
Niggas got beef they want to say and start talkin it out
Hey, oh my god, y′all nigga be buggin me out
Wish they could lay me down and have the police start chalkin me out
Now I zoom in on you and my niggas start stalkin you out
Chuck down that bullshit that you be callin about
This one′s for my people and my niggas up North
The ruler shit dynasty but Flipmode finally come fourth
Exports and imports hittin you with flavors of all sorts
My squad comin through, chop off your ear

[Chorus 2X]

@ Busta Rhymes

Текст песни:

Intro/outro 2x: busta rhymes (and odb singin some crazy stuff)

Y’alllll y’alllll y’alllll, y’all
Y’alllll y’alllll y’alllll, y’all
Y’alllll y’alllll y’alllll, y’all
Y’alllll y’alllll y’alllll, y’all

Chorus: busta rhymes, ol dirty bastard

The flip mode is the squad that controls your set
Woo-hah!! got you all in check

We on some outta state shoot like you watch star trek
Woo-hah!! got you all in check

You better keep my music bangin till it disconnect
Woo-hah!! got you all in check

Architects gettin money let me cash my check
Woo-hah!! got you all in check

Verse one: busta rhymes, ol dirty bastard

Busta rhymes up in the place with the oh-dee-bee
Busta rhymes you rhyme (dirty) whaaaat? (you rhyme after me)
The oh-dee-bee was nominated for a grammy
Congratulations bust with your solo elllllll-peeeh!!!
Puttin scratches in my lyrics like my name was kid capri
Blow up the spot, regardless of your nationality
And I’m the dirty dawg can’t uh (nuhzza uhzza nizza uh!) with meeee? ? ?
Took mariah on a fantasy!! yo
I had a wet dream that I was ------ jody wately
Doin wild shzz a nuh ain’t allowed to see
But we about to blow up the spot momentarily
Woo-hah!! ran stupid all throughout the country
And for youse to kill me? that wasn’t meants to be
I know it feel good muthafuh want the recipe!!
And whose the vigilante, in the place to be
The oh-dee-bee
Busta rhymes real quality!
My top philosophy, is to be the, volunatarily
Nuh, that rip your ass for free, ha-hah-hah, hah!

Intro/outro 1/2

Ohh baby I like it ra www, get with me!
Baby it’s frrrrrrreal ecstasy!
Yo ev-ery-time I design a flow, you see in 3d
Flow listening to me
Knock a nuh out, one two three!

Chorus

Interlude: ol dirty bastard

Dibby dabby dibbi dah, then I pass a lot
Let me get more hot, represent the spot
A mad squad when it comes to the art of rappin
I gotta keep your hands clappin
When you look at me, the type of guy I be
I’m a dirty dancer, making girlies panties move
Let them fly so I can blast up the duh
Girlies watch sayin "god, stop getting me hot!"

Verse two: busta rhymes, ol dirty bastard

May I talk shhh, yo kill the yappin
Word is bond baby, tell me how you look so smashin
Now I got your head hurt, you need an aspirin
Bashin your head in the wall, time for some action!
If you want a small piece well here’s a fraction
Of shhh that will bust your head quick, peep the transaction
Of how we keep muthafuh constantly crashin
They flyin with, think no shifts, now whose the champion?
I bring the wicked flow, like the latest fashion
Satisfaction baby keep your camera flashin

I was bust in the sperm cells mixed with old gold
Funkest mode, ’fore-you-should-list.., some go
Played for a wild irish rose
Bad uh nuh slam buh with no clothes
In the backseat of a ’back sixty-nine oldsmoz
Are your soles and toes in the windows? oh my, huh, zzzoom
Hey believe me when I say so
You’re in need ofarealnigc-ka-ka-ka-crambole

Chorus

Intro/outro

@ Busta Rhymes

Текст песни:

[intro]

Timati
Mariya
Busta Rhymes
And an exclusive of G productions
Ready?
Watch the T go

[CHORUS]
You can call me, when you need me,
I′ll be right there, I′m gonna love you.
And no matter what you look like,
Where you from cause, I′m gonna love you.

[verse 1: Mariya]
Give a kiss, give a hug,
That′s the reason to show love.
With a beast stop crying,
You can get on me to find it.
Lend a hand, help a friend.
What′s the reason,
Tell me what be finding.
Well we could all be happy.
We take it all for granted.

[Chorus]

[verse 2: Timati]
Please save the bay beast
Black white Yellow stop
All let the maybes
Hating, crazy
All a brother needed was a lil′ push
He so quick to push me
Ride of the edge
Write my name in red
Write me off as dead,
[missed]
They deliver.
We keep on sippin′ Patrone,
Forget about the liver.
I was born at the top of the world,
Now i travel round the globe,
Showing love to the world.
Who cares about the kids,
They on drugs.
Little young girls
Selling their bodies for love.
See, we still got drawness manning slavery,
God please save us, make a soul one please...

[Chorus]

[verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Every single day i wake up,
I′m always ready and willing
Always focus on my grind
And i hope you feel what i′m feeling
So much thoughts be on my mind
Going to process of building
Every moment i′m a shine
Cause i′m doing this for my children
See the things i used to do
I was told could be self distructive
Mommy beat me in the head,
′til the things i did was productive
that′s why i count my every blessing
tryin to spead the love equal,
and lead by good example
i′ll always inspire people

[chorus]

[Timati]
It′s time to rid the world of wars,
Hunger and Disease
If we all come together, for the future of our kids
To make it easier for them to live.
What happened to little kids playing on streets,
Old folks stepping to the beat,
I hear the heart beat of the world is getting stronger
I can feel it right now, yeah
I can feel it right here, can you?
I can feel it

[chorus]

@ Busta Rhymes

Текст песни:

Now (now)
Ready for wylin′ my niggas
Let′s set it like we on an island my niggas
I′m with it (What what what what)
Yo
My clique startle bitches
With a remarkable sparkle
For my bitches with me (What what what what)
You know we stay dumb
And keep shop running
Just the like the 24-hour deli
The way y′all niggas be popping that shit you be talking
Y′all niggas don′t mean nothing
But a 24-hour celly
To talk that funny shit
To someone you know
While I bag these bitches
And take them to 24-hour telly
Type of chickens to let me get in they belly
Little sexy thug bitches
Who want me to fuck them to Makeveli
Then get with my niggas and smoke up a ounce
Crowd up in whatever amounts
Making bitches skip to my bounce
So whenever we be shining like diamond
Fresher than the fragrance of limon
When we strike
It′s all in the timing
Corporate niggas ball on how we be stylin′
Fucking with huge contracts
With white beaters on
On the day of the signing
Making all my bitches check for this shit
My live niggas know the truth
That′s why they always got respect for this shit


[Chorus:]
Bust one for me, Bladow!
All my niggas holding they gun with me, Bladow!
And resting and stacking they ones with me, Bladow!
My peeps who hang around where I′m from with me, Bladow!
Who run with me, Bladow!
Bust one for me, Bladow!
My bitches that′ll fuck till they cum with me, Bladow!
Wylin′ at me, having they fun with me, Bladow!
In this club all they keep beating they drums with me, Bladow!
In a slung with me, Bladow!
Bust one for me, Bladow!

And now we mash y′all
Harass y′all
Until the shit we doing pass y′all
You know we steadily, readily
Give it to niggas
And blow up the spot for niggas
Before we do the dash y′all
Yo
Ain′t nothing wrong until we perform
Y′all niggas know we bout to blast y′all
Fast
Me and my niggas crash the party
If my niggas were shitters
Splash bitches before we flash y′all
Now what′s up
All of my niggas salute
Where we get busy
Gimme me my loot
All way up in a box with a suit
Shit that I tell you will all be the truth
Stay on a live nigga recruit
And take y′all niggas back to the root
Tying my laces all up in my boot
All the bitches say that I′m cute
Blowing on it just like a flute
And now
Before we blind y′all
We shine and remind y′all
Should be gappy
Always one of a kind y′all
We constructing a new design y′all
Better keep up my niggas
Because you will get left behind y′all
Let us bust a bottle of wine now
And celebrate in the name of them niggas
That control the times now
Now watch it
As we just pick up the pace
You just might a hole in your face
My crew might take a whole of the space
Completely
Obligated just to keeping you dumming
And get the breaking all the shit up in club
Once you know that we coming
My bitches check for this shit
My live niggas know the truth
That′s why they always got respect for this shit

[Chorus:]
Bust one for me, Bladow!
All my niggas holding they gun with me, Bladow!
And resting and stacking they ones with me, Bladow!
My peeps who hang around where I′m from with me, Bladow!
Who run with me, Bladow!
Bust one for me, Bladow!
My bitches that′ll fuck till they cum with me, Bladow!
Wylin′ at me, having they fun with me, Bladow!
In this club all they keep beating they drums with me, Bladow!
In a slung with me, Bladow!
Bust one for me, Bladow!

Yeah
To all my niggas and all my bitches
That just wanna live
Live good
Feel good
Yeah
Just bounce to this shit
Come on
Bounce to this shit
All my niggas and my bitches
Just bounce to this shit
Come on
Bounce to this shit
Yeah
Flipmode constantly
Enough of that

@ Busta Rhymes

Текст песни:

-busta rhymes verse-
Flipmode word bond
Flipmode coming word bond
Flipmode here word bond
Feel no fear word bond
Uh-uh-uh uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh uh-uh
1998 hot shit
Hitting you off baby you do it like this yo
Crazy maybey a nigga look shadey
Admire the nigga and let me shine baby
Shine my nickel 380 yo it’s all gravy
Never play me, follow orders you better obey me
Sisco and dance all in the discos
Crib show with alot of bitches from here to frisco
Yah-yay my nigga or yippe yai yo
Met a spanish chick I think her name is santiago
The way she blow I never been blowed before
Beyond a level where I could’nt take it no more
Put it on shorty then I bounce through the backdoor
She said hold on baby come here blaze it on the floor
Now I finish with that
Nigga give me my trap
Staking whole lot of money get me before I finish my rap
Think your shit don’t stink
Drunk crossed eyed nigga
Walk crooked still spilling your drink
Jam on!

-busta rhymes chorus-
Everybody’s on the line outside
Make you feel good make you come for the ride
Going do it to my people till your’re satisfied
Cant do it like this no matter how much you try
I know you want to wild out come inside
>from the left to the right lets coincide
All night flipmode coming open wide
Wave your hand up in the air until your hands get tired

-rampage verse-
Now I’m on charge
The party’s going down at the club mirage
Rampage I’m still large
Coming in the door with my flipmode squad
Vip pass flex on the blast
Honey’s in the corner yo I got to think fast
Play my game right if I want some ass
If I want to spend some cash, moet all night
Dont look at me wrong man your pokets ain’t tight
I got a rolly that’ll shine all night
This is that jam that make you ballers want to fight
And all you pretty ladies just wild for the night
Put your bottles in the air from your left to your right
Its rampage you can call me legendary
I drink alize with a little cranberry
I clear my throat
Got the flyest mink coat
I told you before yo I’m going for broke
Gebose

-repeat chorus-

-lord have mercy verse-
Rotate the club
Locate the love
Pulsate with the squeeze ass
Double g cans fatigue shafts
Out your league math
Jeeps crash dent like bean bags
New york city rub squishy touch and theme tags
Not a dollar to loose
Man let me hollar at you
Never head wobble with fool
Tomorrow was cruel to flock on the moon
La la bye messaging your crew
Travel at high speeds
No id
God on the move
Pardon me duke
Nationwide thick base collide
The gritty groove, smash fifty-two
And levitate your side
Who want it?
Your back weak running like athletes
Get on it
Huh blaze the streets with no warning
Andale andale my people move for the montary
Jack cheese collapse streets now put the john away
Put the john away, put the john away

-repeat chorus 2x-

-busta rhymes-
Yeah flipmode raw deluxe hot shit
1998 1999 year 2000
Say what lord have mercy
Say what rampage the last nigga
Say what busta rhymes the lyrical
Say what say what say what

@ Busta Rhymes

Текст песни:

[rampage]
Yeah (uh)
The rulership (word)
Anarchy niggas (yeah yeah)
Spliff starr (spliff starr)
Bus-a-bus (bus-a-bus)
Roc marci (roc marci)
Rah digga (rah digga)
Baby sham (baby sham)
Rampage (rampage)
Yeah
Another voyage nigga (another one)

[busta rhymes]
One two three
Come on

(chorus)
[busta rhymes]
Here we go again
Y’all niggas know we have to give it to you
Here we go again
Now feel this banger while it’s running through you
Here we go again
We come to hit y’all with that nigga music
Here we go again
More shit for y’all gon hear the drug abuse it
Here we go again
Now watch the way we always blow the spot
Here we go again
We fuck shit up and take the shit you got
Here we go again
Flipmode you know we always bring it (what)
Bring it (what)
Bring it (what)
Bring it (what)
Bring it

[rampage]
I’m a real wise guy, you can’t fuck with me
You could catch a quick bullet like brandon lee
Carry my squad on my back like a mpv
I got a sick paddle log that’s banned from tv
Charge your whole squad a hundred cc
Straight from the streets, learn from og’s
Rocks ain’t nothing my jewels is deep freeze
Blood, sweat, and tears, gotta stack the g’s

[roc marciano]
They don’t
Wanna see me twenty pounds heavier
On the cellular
They wanna see me shot
And bellied up
I tell you what
When I’m switching my whips
I bury one
Walk around in the streets
With heavy guns
Bust it
Marinate in your self-source
A couple shells to dry you out
To a pale horse
Smashing your image
Take it back
Then we crack with a villian
Scratching my d-dick
Plus be the rapper to liquid

[busta rhymes]
Spliff starr
Rampage
Rah digga
Roc marci
Baby sham
Busta rhymes
Dj scratchator
Flipmode squad
Mutha fucker
What y’all niggas want
Yeah you know we always gonna give it to you
Hardcore

[spliff starr]
I double drop kick niggas
Run around evict niggas
Give it to you full blown
Like hiv sick niggas
Act like you know b
I watch you die slowly
Tapped action
Like charles dick to kobe
Was a blood spilling
Smack a faggot from the village
Steam boil cabbage
And hurt your momma feelings
Run you off the court
Defeat you at your sport
Spit, pop, and twist niggas
Like moet corks

[baby sham]
What now
Hardcore sounds
We snatch crowns
Too much mouth
You lay down
We clear crowds
Send a large threat
What you expect
For me to get rich nigga
And blow off my set
Never that
I’ma rep flipmode
Till the sky’s black
Turn to macks
And hear how we murdered this track
Do you feel me dogs
Six blocks
Ninety-six buildings
Brick walls
Still push rock
Cause I’m the source

[rah digga]
Now
Make noise one time for the tight little swinger
Posing in flicks sticking up my middle finger
Everybody trying to get they little shine these days
Make a bitch cold flip back to my grimy ways
Ball in my court, those who lack sport
Tear they ass to the roof without the black thought
Coming on the scene thinking you the don juan
Type crimes have you pissing all in your sean don

[busta rhymes]
Here we go now
Now what the fuck y’all niggas want
And how we blow
And give you all exactly what you want
See flipmode is the squad
Whatever niggas wanna try
We smash you in your face
And make it black around your eye
We ‘bout to wreck it no doubt
I’m ‘bout to hit y’all with some shit that make you
Bug the fuck out
And make y’all niggas get real arrogant and
Thug the fuck out
And everytime we in the spot
We always smash shit and make y’all niggas
Bust a slug out

(chorus)
[busta rhymes]
Here we go again
Y’all niggas know we have to give it to you
Here we go again
Now feel this banger while it’s running through you
Here we go again
We come to hit y’all with that nigga music
Here we go again
More shit for y’all gon hear the drug abuse it
Here we go again
Now watch the way we always blow the spot
Here we go again
We fuck shit up and take the shit you got
Here we go again
Flipmode you know we always bring it (what)
Bring it (what)
Bring it (what)
Bring it (what)
Bring it

Ha
Flipmode
New album
Labor day 2000
Fuckers
The rulership lp
Flipmode squad
Unstoppable
Cut the shit off
Cut it off

@ Busta Rhymes

Текст песни:

[intro: sean paul (busta rhymes)]
We make it clap, we make it clap (huh!)
Yeah yeah yeah (flipmode!!!) busta rhymes (busta rhymes!!!)
Sean-a-paul (sean paul!!!)
One more time (ha!!!) kill ’em with a rhyme (huh!!!)
Remix time (remix!!!) a dutty yeah, yo, spliff star (spliff!!!)
Flipmode squad (ha!!!) we kill ’em with a rhyme, a dutty yeah

[verse 1: busta rhymes]
Cau mi seh jump up clap oonu hand and siddung get up
And mi nah wig out mek everybody flip out oonu fi carry on
To get tired I waan chillout, all a di gal a sweat out
Mek your body keep clappin on

[sean paul]
Flipmode a roll wid all di hottest set a gal dem inna di dance
And dutty cup we deyah mek di gal dem jump up and prance
Busta rhymes and sean-a-paul di lyrical magician
There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands
Flipmode a roll wid all di hottest set a gal dem inna di dance
And dutty cup we deyah mek di gal dem jump up and prance
Busta rhymes and sean-a-paul di lyrical magician
There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands, so push it up deh

[busta rhymes]
Back with the remix with spliff and sean-a-paul on the corner
Can’t believe when we do it we smack it down how we wanna
Keepin it comin keepin it goin cause we ain’t playin
I’m talkin to all my people cause what I’m sayin is

[chorus: busta rhymes]
In case you ain’t know and in case you ain’t heard
And if you want us to set it just give me the word
This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin them birds
To all my shorties wigglin they shakin they curves

[sean paul]
We make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap

[verse 2: spliff star]
Poor snapper, lookin at shorty shakin it and makin it clap
Booty big pokin out like twenties on the lap
When I give it to her shorty know how to throw it back
Booty bangin to the beat sometimes we overlap-sing
Gal peel out your blouse and your tight-jeans
Let me lick you down dip you with some ice-cream
Gal holla holla my name when I slide-in
Thunderstorm, rain, sleet and light-ning
Hold me tight feel the triniman grin-ding and grin-ding and grin-ding
Gal dip and bounce start whin-ning
You see spliff, sean paul and busta rhymes, seen
([busta rhymes:] we got dough) you could tell by what we dri-ving
([busta rhymes:] lookin to chose) how it’s different and blin-ding
And blin-ding and blin-ding it’s like that make it clap now

[chorus]

[sean paul]
We make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap

[bridge: sean paul]
Flipmode a roll wid all di hottest set a gal dem inna di dance
And dutty cup we deyah mek di gal dem jump up and prance
Busta rhymes and sean-a-paul di lyrical magician
There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands
Flipmode a roll wid all di hottest set a gal dem inna di dance
And dutty cup we deyah mek di gal dem jump up and prance
Busta rhymes and sean-a-paul di lyrical magician
There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands

[verse 3: sean paul]
We make it clap deh, keep it a clap gal wiggle yuh body
Mi waan fi see all a di style weh yuh a pack deh
Listen di lyrics a weh mi dun mi all a chat seh
Rotate yuh body then non stop like apache
Dawn and karyn or angie and patsy
Inna di videolight just like a big sunday matinee
Nuff fi gimme di light mi blow di smoke like apache
Mashin up di dance and mi flatten it, we make it clap

[busta rhymes]
Who a call me the abominal snowman
Put it down make ’em say it’s such a phenominal show man
Unbelievable how you be stackin the dough man
When we rollin a thousand headcracks in a row man
The way we start the show and how we constantly flow man
Regular paper comin watch me properly blow man
Come on keepin it comin keepin it goin cause we ain’t playin
I’m talkin to all of my people because what I’m sayin is

[chorus]

[sean paul]
We make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap

[outro: sean paul]
We make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap

@ Busta Rhymes

Текст песни:

Verse 1: busta rhymes
Remember the days when I was walking and talking
Doing what I gotta do, doing what we wanna do
Off into my walked dawn missions, why?
Cos the brothers that I knew with the rise drove by
Only nice in the days looking down the road
Seeing beatiful girls with the car load
Yeah yeah yeah they are screaming,
Wish I had a little ride on my own,
But since I don’t there is my sobb story
My missions will continue as I keep on stalking
Stamina was dying from the constant walking
Right before the moment I began to car to my man ridle
Who had a some moving on
I tought he wouldn’t know that’s my dying
Where are the others nammy you beat and kept driven
Now in my heart they do a big hole
Cos my little, little, little toes
Started jumping on my end soul
It was frigity burn and then I said wait, I got pride
It’s time to get my own ride
I came up with the scheme and got paid
I had no other choice but go at knowledge of tray
When I got my transport, I got kind of steam g up
Cos I got cherry pet further
Now I’m feeling good cos I’m off my feet,
Man the little squalid dogs running up in the street
And they saying:
My name is sharina, my name is busta
My name is tonia, my name is busta
My name is dianna, my is busta
And what do you take me for the little loco push over
No shame in my game cos that’s how I got this
And when I return the playback everybody gets pist
And now I am the man fielding all the glory
And when you rise down and gone, just remember that

Chorus:
I know you and you know me,
I know you and you know me,
I know you and you know me,
It’s the sobb story, the sobb story

Repeat chorus

Verse 2: charlie brown
Red like green like 1, 2, 3
Here comes the hop along kid charlie b.
I’m constantly moving with my walkman kicking
My bunnions are crying beaving plicking
Please, please, get into the vehicle
I stop at dave’s ave.,
Figure out vehicle-brother, to give me a ride
"sorry, charlie" was a coming reply
I didn’t forget about the girl in the sidekick
The rubber don’t system in the swallow kid
C drive by with the posse, ooh ah, ooh ah, ooh ah
Hey charlie brown, where you go?
Well I have to purchase to get
Smoke from the rubber word up to my neck
Girls wear goochie and their friends way fendy
Wall ally a walker to get fairly
Just a beep beep an ocasional way
The table’s turn, now she got play
Lunchtime marty and deon
Jonhy guills, diego stroy, and dacon
Sitting and waiting for about to biggy these
I stack by the crackerjacks just through delieve
Stress it’s a mess I decided to work
But it’s hard to work when your boss is a jerk
I sweat floors and drive to get mine
My amigos with dinco d, milo and busta rhymes
Wreck top kickbox galooine brown who’s the clown
Remember the

Chorus
Repeat

Now I remember rod when he first got his sobb
Didn’t have a job and his car was a mob more brothers
He never knew from jack and when his car win flact
They wouldn’t inject
And when his car was in the shop they wouldn’t stop buy
They’ve say "hi" on the reply but back came rob
To the same old game
"hee-hee yo, what’s up to y’all, wanna hang? "
"yeah sure" they said on the quick fast
"by the way anybody got money for gass? "
"nah, not me"
"i don’t, don’t ask"
"i got it, come on"
"watch out, we gonna crash!"
Roll away now rob just walking like me
The d to the o and the middle inc
Ans some say mv I say all empty
And now he just walking my sobb story

Chorus
Repeat

@ Busta Rhymes

Текст песни:

Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah
Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah
Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah
Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah

(Chorus)
When I step up in the place
ay yo I step correct
Woo Hah
got you all in check
I got that head nod shit
make you break your neck
Woo Hah
I got you all in check
And you know we come through
to wreck the disco tech
Woo Hah
I got you all in check
Throw your hands up in the air
don′t ever disrespect
Woo-Hah
I got you all in check

(1st verse)
Busta Rhymez up in the place true indeed
yes I catch wreck and that′s word on my seed
I guarantee to give you what you need
One blood everybody like Junior Reid
Wake up every morning yo I must up seed
Nationwide darkhorse make the world stampede
Yo really let me roll some weed
mad charged nigga now I must proceed
Yo we ′bout to make you set speed
Peace to Baby Phife, Q-Tip, Ali Shaheed
Watch me knock you out like Apollo Creed
Body blow bustin′ your shit making you bleed
Just feed off dynamic flows an take heed
Need more information homeboy then just read
Ay-Ya!! you can read all about the pure breed
Do the bogle dance I′ll do the pepperseed

-Chorus-

How dare you ever try to step on my suede shoes
Top Gun shut down your Firm like Tom Cruise
Please let me get down and blow a fuse
Actin′ fool breakin′ shit down to molecules
Yo let me hit you with my ill street blues
Busta Rhymez always headlines the street news
Woo-Hah!!! Yo 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 leaving bloodstains and residues
Sorry homeboy but your flow sounds used
Gotta pay your dues baby you know the rules
Whenever I travel the world I landcruise
If you choose to fuck around you get bruised
Now I got you gassed on super unleaded fuels
Get me through give me some space you excuse

-Chorus-

[Rampage]
You now rockin wit the best
the boy scout is who I be.....
...Flip Mode is the sqiddaud
Hah
Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah (8X)


Verse
Yo which muthaphucka stole my flow
eenie....meenie miney mo
Throw that type of nigga right out my window
Blast your ass hit you with my direct blow
Bo!! Coming through like G.I. Joe
Star Wars movie deal like Han Solo
Make you bounce around like this was calypso
Always shine cause I got the high pro glow
You think that you can hide you think you can lay low
Roll up on your ass like Hawaii 5-0
Mad out with my dreads in my kango
forget the Moet nigga just pass the Cisco
Yo!! Take a trip down to Mexico
Come back with that shit that might make you psycho
Maximum frequencies through your stereo
Sorry this is it but homeboy I got to go

-Chorus-

Hah
Yo Yo Yay Yo Yay
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@ Busta Rhymes