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Текст песни:

[Busta Rhymes]
Come on, yea, ha, ya, Busta Rhymes baby, yea, ha
It′s Flipmode baby, yea, come on
We bout to cause a riot nigga

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Got a lot of niggaz rollin′ with ya holla
Cause you know we ripped it hotter than them other niggaz
Spot a nigga gettin dollars not another nigga
can do it the way that we cocked and shot another nigga
Think he deserved the way he was boppin with a cherry copper
glitter blood fella send a cop to get ′em
It′s funny the way the iron just to drop you quicker
Why I hit y′all with the fire, think I got a winner
Stackin a crib with a chick that make a proper dinner
Black in the range with tint, and chrome aqua spinnin′
Parked right next to the Benz with a soap opera and the TV
up in the dash co-starrin a opera singer
That be the type of bullshit I be on and stay hot
I stop whippin′ a Bentley to whip a Mercedes Maeboch
And keep runnin′ around the street like my name was Mel Patch nigga
Come through your hood and take your whole block, come on
And while we give it to ya

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
While with me (Come on)
My niggaz stack money to the sky with me (Come on)
My niggaz in the place need to riot with me (Come on)
And set the whole fire with me (Come on)
All of my ladies in the beauty salon look bomb put yo shit on
And wait up in the line for me (Come on)
You come all in the party lookin′ fine for me (Come on)
Holdin ′Gnac spill a little red wine for me

[Bridge: Busta Rhymes 9x]
Let′s cause a riot
Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo (Come on)

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
It′s bout to get a little bit betta, start to get a little cheddar
Pack a big beretta
Check a nigga resume doin′ a alphabet-ah
Go order and brandish the metal hid into ya leather
No matter or whether or not you wearin′ a vest
So you got your hand on the cannon I got a bigger plan for ya
Call up my mans for ya, now watch you vanish
Makin′ you family ask for ya
You think you family pay a couple of grand for ya?
Like you afraid to hold a mac, like you were made to hold a gat
We made a hole and quikly dug out all the sand for ya
The heat′ll be makin′ you put it on the glass shorty
Wiggle somethin′ and get to showin′ a little ass for me (Bling!)
Now lets get on and open smokin′ and blast for thee
Niggas will really want it and fill the capacity
You muthafuckin′ know it has to be
The way we touch it y′all niggas knowin exactly who the master be
And while we give it to ya

[Chorus : Busta Rhymes]
While with me (Come on)
My niggaz stack money to the sky with me (Come on)
My niggaz in the place need to riot with me (Come on)
And set the whole fire with me (Come on)
All of my ladies in the Beuty Saloon look bomb put yo shit on
And wait up in the line for me (Come on)
You come all in the party lookin′ fine for me (Come on)
Holdin′ Yach spill a little red wine for me

[Bridge: Busta Rhymes 9x]
Let′s cause a riot
Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo (Come on)

@ Busta Rhymes

Текст песни:

yo. you betta move
busta move buster..buster move
holler sexy
i love you
come ova here and fuck me up
i love you
holler sexy
come ova here and fuck me up
fuck fuck fuck fuck
shitty shitty shit shit shit
crap crap crap crap crap
fuck it beet it fuck it up
damn it fuck it crap shit shit


this is dedicated to all my sexy homies out there. i love you, you have no idea.
~holler~
carly ruben, myz, val carpy, sophie bernstein, lindsey powell, jess powell, taylor powell, jill
berman, ashley aruffo, molly cohen, kate silverstein, mara penne, rachel goodman, emily rittenburg,
emily fox, elise levyn, bethany broox, WENDY BROWN....-SEXIEST PERSON IN THE WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD,
becca odell, paige donondson, courtney fenimore, laura butler, kelly burke, kim kirkpatrick, emma
imbriglia, laura erstad & katlyn melvin.......and all my other sexies. holler and fuck me up
someday. i love you all soooooo much. you are all so hot and sexy and i want you to know i am always
here for you if you wanna...ya know...get a little dirrty.
@ Busta Rhymes

Текст песни:

Uugh, yeah yeah here we go y′all
Here we here we here we go y′all
Busta Rhymes Flipmode y′all
Yeah yeah y′all extinction level event shit
Bomb threat to the whole world
What what what is going on
What the fuck going on here
Check it out yo
Holy amazing grace about face
Total erase you niggaz off the face of the place
Such a shame I had to go grab the calico
Pass the dough before you find out what I had to blast you for
Extreme laws for ones who did try to go against this
Wet your shit up like a sloppy tongue kiss
But don′t know what you talking about
Without a doubt where my live niggaz give me a shout
On the strength shit niggaz check for
Connect the four shots and guess who blew it from next door
Time after time we gonna shine again
Feel it like a broad getting fucked from behind again
Ay yo, I be the closest thing to the next
Like the pain and suffering of about a million deaths
I′m only here to present
And bring the impact of the extinction level event
Sing the song of salvation

La la la la laaaa la la
(What y′all gonna do where the fuck you gonna go)
La la la la laaaa la la
(Where the fuck y′all niggaz gonna run
Where y′all niggaz think y′all running to son)
La la la la laaaa la la
(Bomb threat to the world
What the fuck going on with y′all niggaz out here)
La la la la laaaa la la
(We are now a soldier at dawn
Of glory emergency motherfuckas)

Yo, disregard your whole assignment
Crooked ass nigga need some realignment
Now all refinement
Crazy shit that do make me wanna know where my mind went
Blacking out building hostillity getting violent
Straight giving niggaz an ass whipping on consignment
Then I bust your shit ′til the day of my whole retirement
Shaking and rattle like we ready to battle
Fight seeing at every angle like a motherfucking satellite
Quickly bust up your crotches and fuck up your process
Bouncing in like even saying adios or even buenos notches
Have y′all niggaz wildin having a fit
Flame throwing lyrics like a bunch of blowtorch in this shit
Grand spectacular, chainsaw massacre
Thug fanatics street shit that be on the creep coming after you
Then we hit you with the most significant time bomb
Ready to designate at the slightest wave of a white arm
Best form of advice I could give is remain calm
The repercussion is something you could never imagine would be going on
Never believe in your eyes
When my squad some through at an astronomically large size
Moving the mountains
Keeping all of my niggaz bouncing
Big up my bitches in the place who be screaming and shouting
I′m only here to present
And bring the impact of the extinction level event
Sing the song of salvation

La la la la laaaa la la
(Once again as we welcome all motherfuckers in the world)
La la la la laaaa la la
(To experience the extinction level event)
La la la la laaaa la la
(The dawn of global emergency)
La la la la laaaa la la
(The moment where we all come together as one unison)
La la la la laaaa la la
(And completely dominate all global events)
La la la la laaaa la la
(We about to completely destroy all the whack bullshit)
La la la la laaaa la la
(That we got going on in our every and any reach)
La la la la laaaa la la
(All my live niggaz all my live bitches its motherfucking on)
La la la la laaaa la la
(As we enter the new millenium with this rap shit)

@ Busta Rhymes

Текст песни:

[rampage]
Yeah, lieutenant what!
Yeah, motherfucka
It’s flipmode
Yeah yeah, spliff, check it out, uh

[rampage]
Ramp, I’ve been ill since back in the days
Rockin’ shell-toed addidas with rags for my waves
Flipmode be the unit now I’m playin’ for the braves
I’m hardcore nigga that’s straight from the gutter
I used to play scully plus, hot peas and butta
Now I’m the nigga that’s runnin’ in your baby motha
Burgundy ac, you can call me ramp lova
And now I’m toppin’ pokey with my louisville slugger

[baby sham]
My squad is sick niggas who pop shit get pistol whipped
Get your wig pushed back, I react and snap
Like kodak, these cats get the picture
Put on level black suede timbs and come and get ya
My target is your feature
We all sport hoods like grim reapers
We shine in the dark blink of an eye the last spark
Get closed up, first thug nigga hold up
21st side see me rounding it up

Chorus: busta rhymes

See when we come through we got nuf shit to flaunt
Got u feelin’ it and your cousin even your aunt
Violate, we coming like ghost we gonna haunt
Hit you with the heat is that what you really want?
What you really want is that what you really want?
We hit you with the heat is that what you really want?
What you really want is that what you really want?
We hit you with the heat is that what you really want?

[spliff star]
Y’all niggas wanna test my squad, I doubt it doubt it
All that murder talk, gun talk, you talk, I’m ’bout it ’bout it
Nigga feel my vibe niggas see my vision
P-y-p nigga play your position
I fuck up this game and make the ref’ blow the whistle
My squad be the official, clique in this rap shit
Diss me on the record and watch, you get your ass kicked
Catch me on church ave, flickin blunt ashes

[rah digga]
Crazy, thinkin I can’t rock buttas
Wont take shit without no type floders
Hectic, rah on the ill dialect shit
Deliveries harder then girls in obstectrics
Ready to stay on
Smoother then rayon
Takin’ out niggas and all they liaisons
Mu’fuckas, black out season
Publishing resume steady increasing

Chorus

[lord have mercy]
Shanghai, shanghai
New sheriff in town
Rock america’s crown and hang ’em high
Who bangin’ a fist full?
Brandishing pistols
Pearl handles with the, family initials
Uh-uh, 24 karat gold variuos slow
Uh-uh, planet gets cold, get damaged for dough
Uh-uh!, savages off balance and blow traveling slow
Uh-uh!, in effect mode, y’all niggas know it

[busta rhymes]
Sayonara, send my rivals, slam a guy,
Be damned if i
Had to tell one, tell a lie, get paralyzed
Stay payed, rock shit made in ultra suede
Switch blade yo wack act back to first grade
Even if y’all never seen us you know y’all need us
Suck my penis from here to muthafucking venus
Think back when you was amazed and had to sit back
Imagining me ending your world like deep impact
Blood clot, watch me come through and bust a gunshot
Yeah people, come inside of your dance and done that

Chorus 2x

[busta rhymes]
Fuckin’ y’all up
Flipmode forever
Stays focused
Pay attention
Pay attention...*fades to phone interlude*

@ Busta Rhymes

Текст песни:

Hoo, hah, hoo, hah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Rock star shit niggas
From the street, to the stadium
From the street, to the stadium
From the street, to the stadium niggas
Now c′mon!

[Verse 1]
Bouncing, everytime I be hittin y′all niggas with shit
That be makin y′all niggas really wanna black up in the fucking spot
We keepin hot for my niggas fresh up off the block
Now all my people bust a shot BLOW, BLOW, BLOW!
Bus a Bus is back all in your face and I′m back to replace
And lace y′all niggas with shit that′ll totally erase
These other corny niggas up outta your head
As far as I′m concerned none of them niggas can fuck with the dreds
WHAT, WHAT, WHAT!
Yeah, yeah, I be keepin it movin, and be keepin it groovin
Rep for my niggas by showin and provin
That we the illest when it comes to this here
Now go get the drinks, go get the blunts, and get the fire
What you say? YEAH, YEAH, YEAH!
What the fuck is bounce up in your truck when you start to conduct
Yourself in a way that be makin you wanna fuck
Wild out in the spot, and get to actin like savages
Tell the one who manages the spot, I got the damages
HO, HO!

CHORUS 2X:
I know y′all niggas want it (I know y′all bitches want it)
WHAT
I know y′all really need it
HO
The shit to keep you bouncin
WHAT
To keep the party heated
Make Noise, Make Noise, Make Noise, Make Noise, c′mon!

[Verse 2]
Busta Rhymes givin it to y′all niggas so check me out
While I pick up my crew and pick up Rah Digga
I′m talkin ′bout how we be puttin it down wit my Flipmode familia
That′s a fact we comin through, so step back
MOVE, MOVE, MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!
Get the fuck up off of me and please release me from my shackle
Watch me and my crew and how we tacklin corner the market
Y′all niggas know exactly how we about to spark it
Makin all of you the target, BLAU, BLAU, BLAU!!
See how we be keepin it comin regardless whatever the reason
It never matters whatever the season
Now peep how we wildin′, and breezin on through
When you know that we will keep it together whatever, get the cheddar
YEAH, YEAH, YEAH!!
Yeah now, lemme continue to talk to my people and continue
To blow the roof off the building and right before we get to
Wreckin the spot everybody climb up on something and tear the lights
Up off of the ceiling, BO, BO, BO, BO!!

CHORUS 2X

Hoo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ha, Busta Rhymes, Lenny Kravitz, Make Noise now, c′mon!
From the streets, to the stadium, Busta Rhymes, Lenny Kravitz
Here we go now, Make Noise now, everybody now, c′mon!
Ha!

[Verse 3]
How′s about to keep it kinda raw and just give it to motherfuckers
And how we smash it and cash it we rip it from motherfuckers
You know we got it, you niggas know we rockin
And get all up in your pocket, YO, YO, YO!!
Yeah, yeah me and brother named Lenny Kravitz
We tearin it down and blowin the spot in the Jacob Javitz
However you wanna do it grab the gas and the matches and start the fire
Take it up a little higher! YEAH, YEAH, YEAH!!

CHORUS 2X

@ Busta Rhymes

Текст песни:

Zigga(7x)
Ha ha ha, yo
Ya′ll(25x)

Yo, I walk through brick walls
Fuck around hijack your whole shopping malls
I be rippin shit, that′s my word bond
Scream then I watch the whole planet earth respond
Do just what ya told
The remote control
Crash cars and shit
Ya know how we role
When I tumble and drive then you reply my my my my my my
Yo I execute all plans
Run up in two bitches for me and my mans
Ha, breakin flows, ha for my fans
????????
Strike matches, golden egg hatches
Request line is open send all your faxes
Freaks the flows with no rehersan
Pull the skate back which when the beat start reversin
Just so wak you make people start cursin
Flows contradict worser than the King James version
Turn on the mic but your shit will stop workin
Beats brudlized your whole rhyme, your head hurtin
Broom sticks and britches from rags to riches
Forget mad love
Well ya′ll niggas britches
Amateur, why won′t you look right at the calender
A matter of time before I start to damage ya
So starting to just bust my rhyme calbo
Consecutive wounds like a nigga stamager
Ya, my whole team get wild cream
Poloticin every move to the extreme

Chorus(4x)
So hardcore like Gwackjaw McGraw
Fuck what you heard you ain′t heard this before

Ha, yo I come right through the door
With rhymes galore Busta Rhymes be the imbasator
Explore my metaphor you beg for more
Hardcore serious surely insurcure
I said my whole squad of niggas come through and break the law
My family tight more than collect four
I come through and create the master pieces
Bend your mind with rhyme colictalictist
Ya′ll, I will break shit down
Lost or found floor will blast like a four pound
Right before I hit you off with my vaccine
Starch, cobohidrates lots of protein
Vaccine baby girl yo I hope your ass clean
Magazine frontine fly lips is lime green
Ya′ll, every time ya′ll, I′m on the scene
High beam the lights and watch will remain supreme, ha
Don′t ya know when I keep it comin
Blow the fort
Make ya wrist hard to hand cuffin
Bounce on the beat and watch how a nigga work it
Buck wild makin ya speaker short curcit
This heavy weight tip the scale on the triple beam
Busta Rhymes blast and still bang the main screen, blow
I had ta make ya all mad
Hit ya off, interlude
Bounce to Trinidad
Know I see a bitch nigga soft
Make a nigga cough, breakin and turn ya ass off
Extra raw l
Lay on your back and on the floor
Busta Rhymes got to headline the whole ball
Cause we so hardcore like Gwackjaw McGraw
Fuck what you heard we ain′t heard this before

Chorus(3x)
Ya′ll ......

@ Busta Rhymes

Текст песни:

[Chorus]
Now this is the tale of a murderer who comes from the caucus cliffs
[Busta in background] happy Thanksgiving
he robbed and stole and killed for greed and packed us on slave ships
[Busta in background] happy Thanksgiving
he took us off to stolen lands it seemed like hell for sure
[Busta in background] happy Thanksgiving
with the crack and the guns, death and disease they called for you and your
[Busta in background] happy Thanksgiving
No whips no brew no weed to smoke not a single luxury
If not for the bloodshed that it cost the struggle would be lost
[Busta] say it again
the struggle would be lost
[Busta] say it again
the struggle would be lost
[Busta] say it again
the struggle would be lost
[Busta] say it again
the struggle would be lost
[Busta] say it again
the struggle would be lost

[Verse 1]
The struggle will be lost
If you continue to do the shit you be doin′ with disloyalty nigga
Now that explains why in each ward you avoiding me nigga
Knowing now it takes nothing to be destroying a nigga
Conditioned with a mind to shit on your brother
Flossing with jewelry and whips just like a dick and still live with your mother
Copping shit that superceded your salary
Where is your loyalty to your own blood and taking care of your family
Funny how you sit and drink what you drink
Thinking the foulest shit and not even knowing why you think how you think
Must be the reason why we aren′t aware
Because the devil know how guilty and filthy he is in all his affairs
Fucking with my mind when I was a youngster
Cause he know if we knew the truth we′d make his ass run from amongst us
That′s why we thinking that it′s better to ball
while the devil be sitting and watching plotting how to murder us all
now this

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Hey yo
That′s why I′m hustling harder
Now I′m in a huddle seeing the struggle in my mother and father
That′s why my persona will come with such a karma to be getting this paper
Cause I ain′t with the slavery labor
A lot of niggas in the hood probly relate to me greater
than those that believe when they die they going to meet the creator that′s crazy
how we become slaves
to mental death and power that comes with becoming even more of a dumber ass
the devil robbing you blind
concealing the truth from niggas while we be struggling they murder the mind
the wickedness sneak on you quicker when they creep from behind
continue to speak the truth ?til it weaken your spine
now check it
the jewel I give you be the beat the beat for the time
you can′t see it like you living on a street for the blind
young whitty hustler niggas that stick with the grind
fly cuisine food poisoned cause you eatin′ the swine
I stay struggling and doin′ for delf
Then I dig in my body deeper and do a little knowledge of self
They wonder why they catch a nigga on the weed sell
Better be careful what you saying on them e-mails
Now listen
They got your mind in a prison
You can do whatever you want but focus if you desire to listen
As I say it I hope you feelin′ the wrath
Create a hammer to make a man that a beat you in the head with the math
Now this

[Chorus]

@ Busta Rhymes

Текст песни:

(rah-digga)
I be the worst like nick
To all them mc thugs
Like them 4 little kids
And the teacher gettin plugged
I don’t give a fuck style
Tell me come jiggy
I rock kix and swishees
Coppin moet wit 2 counterfeit 50’s
What?
Dirty girl rhyme spit mucous
Speech uncoothe
And raise the roof like lukas
12 years done rocked through all phases
Watch your peeps scream the bitch was the blazest

(spliff starr)
Niggas run they mouth about my click
Not smart
I bust your bloodclot
Then drop you upon the sidewalk
(chi-chi-chi-blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a vicious blow
You know my style
Spliff the foul
Through your stereo
Spliff starr ignorant immigrant
I’m gettin it
Money, fast car, fine broads, what
I’m hittin it (that’s right)
Raw shit I’m spittin it
At you and yours
Make you feel the pain nigga
Like the dick to your balls
Thug blood fluid
Pumpin in the face of my music
Drop the street shit
Watch the whole world rock to it
Nigga squad!!!

(baby sham)
Squad had em opin
Had his bitch scopin
Sittin by the bar
Sippin heinken’s totein
Pinky rings glowin
Triple beams to the club
My man is half thug
Giving me pound and holdin grudge
Feelin my shit
So I can put a lock on your clik
Your style is past tense
Hold on, hold on
You just started rappin
Ever since you heard the shit
We fuckin wit it’s platinum
Slow your growth
Stop the show
Go at you both
Hit you with more bars than soap
Sham is the name
Feelin invain
Fiendin for dope
(buckshot)
Yeah, you know we got cha opin!!!

Hook:
Don’t front, you know we got cha opin kid
Don’t front, you know we got cha opin kid
Don’t front, you know we got cha opin kid
Don’t front, you know we got cha opin kid
Don’t front, you know we got cha opin kid
Yo, stop frontin, you know we got cha opin kid
Don’t front, you know we got cha opin kid
Stop frontin, you know we got cha opin kid

(ramoage)
Niggas made me mad
And now I wanna clap shit (uh)
I reign supreme in this muthafuckin rap shit
I lost my mind
I can’t get it back
The way that I’m spittin, yo
I spit ya fuckin wig back
Don’t front, my squad got you opin
Hit you with a buck fifty
Here’s a token
Ramp is smokin
I’m no joke and
I leave your face broken
This is survival of the fittest
Get wit us
All you critics and bullshitters
My nine goes bang
I’m talkin street slang
I’m reppin flipmode
Plus I’m doing my thang
On the side
We won’t let it ride
Nigga don’t hide

(lord have mercy)
Landlord innovator
Switch lanes no indicator
The general, cash generator
Master and saviour
Nigga stay massive in nature
When tooth shatter ya die bone
In the savage cyclone of cops, sirens, and cases
Who read the Bible for basics?
When I’m crooked eye with rivals
Horizontal in god’s places
Suspicious of all
Now who dat? ? ?
Quick on the draw
Lick a paw
For loved ones blood runs cold in the winter wars
Check the criminal thoughts
Villains warp with the invisible force
Know the ledge
Stay focused like photo lens
And spread wings like cobra heads
Till I’m old and dead

(busta)
Hot shit, toxic
You know we blocks shit
Traffic in the streets system
All in your jeep knocks shit
Julio for no reason back the fifth
And he cocks it
Rock shit, we make niggas mad
And wanna pop shit
Massive and attractive
Niggas is captive
Chemotherapy needed
Lyrics radioactive
When I hit hard
It get my dick hard
In my backyard
Analyze the stars
On how to defeat all odds
In a new zone
I’m on a new phone
Make most of the wackest rapper niggas
Wanna find a new home
Like rasco jeans
My style flip two-tone
Pass my blue chrome
Here’s one of the best of busta rhymes own
My debut made you
Wonder who
Shit blazes so much
You wish you could play out
So you could blaze, too
Before I shout you
Or give reason to doubt you
I study shit and re-analyze everything about you
My rhymes on the preserve
Niggas know we deserve
Everything up in your stash and in the reserve
Fuck that!!!
Hook up all my lyrics on the echos and the re-verbs
Never fuck with these herbs
My squad remains superb

(buckshot)
(heh) walkin thru the streets
Undercovers follow us, stress
Muthafuckas on the regular to bust
Trust us
We don’t get enough
Nigga wha-what?
Dirty baggy jeans
Black napsack with something for ya gut
Wooly-type skully
Fully strapped, black bulletproof, and match
Quick,
Whip up a batch
Of bullets to blow up the map
Shit
Collapse, perhaps doing this in the raps
In the long time, ya trapped
Buck make em react
God verse attack
Let em know the moon is still black
And it’s a fact...

Don’t front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Don’t front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Don’t front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Yo stop frontin, ya know we got cha opin
Don’t front, you know we got cha opin, yo
Don’t front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Don’t front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Yo stop frontin, you know we got cha opin

Huh, word life
Mad niggas opin
Yeah, word life
Flipmode, muthafuckin buckshot
Mad niggas scopin
Buck to ya brain!!!!!

@ Busta Rhymes

Текст песни:

feat. Meka

[Busta Rhymes - talking]
Yeah .. Come fuck wit us ..
Yeah, ya′ll know what to do to this shit
Yeah, haha, streets
We bout to do it again
We bout to do it again
We bout to do it again niggas
I hope ya′ll ready
Check it, check it, c′mon, WOO

[Busta Rhymes]
Check out the technique
C′mon, spit flow and bag up the next freaks
Soldier wit a quicker ho that a live on the next street
Over playa then do this shit again next week
Gettin this paper, phat chicks up in the next Jeep
Probably listen closer if you let the check speak
I keep fire cause niggas respect heat
Look, I spit fire then come up the best beats
I said I pull the spot from here way down on South Beach major
Globalize, then blow down a South Beach ager
Check it, banana yellow G wagon for the whole saggin
Feel the fox mink draggin on the floor watch it
You really need to stop
Just copped the rob blueberry Lamborghini drop
C′mon, stay struntin with the mini bop
Niggas know when we step in the place, the whole city stop

[Chorus - Busta Rhymes] (Meka)
Better tell ′em if they ain′t know, put ′em on shorty
(We know how you be doin it baby) How we be doin it baby
(We know how you be takin it off) How we take it from ′em
(We know how you be killin ′em baby) How we killin ′em
(We know how you be ready to ball) c′mon, c′mon, you know we ready to do it
(We know how you be drivin ′em crazy) Make ′em crazy now, c′mon
(We know how you be breakin if off) You know we breakin it off, let′s go
(So come and get it down for me baby) Put it down now
(And make it hot ′til they take it off)

[Busta Rhymes]
This is a shake down (c′mon)
Weakin your whole shit ′ til it break down (uh huh)
Speak to the whole clique ′til we take down dudes
Put the heat to ′em make them put the cake down dude (dude)
Scrape down food (food), niggas stay hungry ′til the shit is over
Spit and make the tape sound rude
Ha, niggas get screwed, see they ain′t really worth not a thing
But only gettin on the stage to get booed
Kennedy loft hos mackin at the top of the Trump Towers
Rockin fly Versace, cherry cloth robes (robes)
Like ghostface the most ready just for the glow
Showcase the most, them niggas sure to blow
No waste a time, you know we sure to grow
I′m sayin no place a mine, is for them corny hos
C′mon, with all this paper and the shit we copin
We keepin it gully and know we always keep it poppin

[Chorus]

[Break - Busta Rhymes & Meka]
Ha, get that money
Come fuck wit us
Hands in the sky
Keep on livin
Do your own thing
All my people holla and let me hear ya reply
Say take it off (TAKE IT OFF)
Say take it off (YOU BETTER TAKE IT OFF)
Say take it off (TAKE IT OFF)
Say take it off (BETTER TAKE IT OFF)

[Busta Rhymes]
C′mon, ha, we hold a rock boy
The way we on fire call a nigga hot boy
Hot, we raise the level to we blow the spot boy
And watch the water boil and spill over the pot boy
Listen, I hope you know you need to stop boy
Frontin and tryin be somethin you not boy
Listen again we keep on bangin and pissin ′em off
Spazzin on niggas until we silence or finish ′em off

[Chorus]

(*skit after the song is over*)

Male: Yeah
Female: Wait, wait, wait hold on
M: Come on let me put it right here, what you doin? What you doin?
F: Hold on, hold on, wait, wait, wait, got a rubber?
M: I don′t need no rubber, you look clean, wait the fuck you ain′t go no pimples or nothin
F: Na, na, you ain′t runnin up in here without no jimmy
M: Ah, you fuckin actin like that
F: You better find one
M: Aight so, aight so, hold on, hold on, don′t yo
M: Just stay, just like that, don′t even, just stay
F: I′m not leavin
M: Aight cool, hold on, hold on
M: I knew I had a condom what the fuck man (*crinkling noises*)
M: Where the fuck is a condom when you need one?
(*sounds of a horse galloping*)
Trojan Man: It is I, Trojan Man! (*echo*)
M: Oh shit, oh thank God it′s you, you got a condom man?
TM: No, I only have one trick cover left, and my hormones are risin
TM: And I want your bitch to taste it (*echo*)
TM: Trojan Man! (*humming sound*)

[Man talking]
This has been a paid advertisement by Flipmode and Company
And I don′t give a fuck what you say
Cause I still believe you could catch AIDS from tongue kissing a bitch
So remember always strap your shit up (*echo*)

Trojan Man!

@ Busta Rhymes

Текст песни:

[busta rhymes]
Uhh, uhh, uhh-uhh, ahh
Ahh, ahh, ahh-ahh
Do the bus-a-bus
Yea, yea
Do the bus-a-bus
Do the bus-a-bus
Do the bus-a-bus, ahh, ahh-ahh
Ahh..

What niggaz? we on now, bring in the song now
Brand new for niggaz like a baby was born now
A lot of corny niggaz y’all been yappin too long now
Come inside the spot and all them niggaz is gone now
Come on now! probably work in somebody store now
Singin my song now, while you moppin the floor now
We hit and run shit, I hope you know this is war now
Bus’ big balls quickly settle the score now
From all the hot shit I got the spot feelin warm now
You leather suit niggaz should be rockin velor now
Only the live niggaz really belong now
Used to be rich niggaz walk around poor now
My niggaz! we doin it like never before now
Stack cheddar, headlinin national tours now
Flipmode squad of niggaz keepin it raw now
Bounce while I take y’all niggaz straight to the core now

Chorus: busta rhymes (repeat 2x)

I know just really what you want
(all right) come and do the bus-a-bus
(all right) come and do the bus-a-bus
(all right) let me see y’all do the bus-a-bus

[busta rhymes]
(all right) -- hah, jump back in the shit now
Push the s-5 with the big body kit now
But never stop you know it’s only hit after hit now
Gotta spend chips if you want me to spit now
A lot of other niggaz really need to just quit now
Cause they don’t realize how much they look like a dick now
Quick now, y’all niggaz just be makin me sick now
Worthless ass niggaz only throwin up bricks now
Hoe faggot nigga wanna come around takin my flicks now
I only do them things with my flipmode click now
We used to be illegal, but you know we legit now
I never leave the crib without my glock and my clip now
Fuckin with these wild chicks, having a fit now
Model bitches be trying to get all in my whip now
Ready to flip now, bitches ready to strip now
Roll the whip through the traffic and doin the dip now
Get a grip nigga and just hope you don’t slip now
Flipmode niggaz comin fully equipped now
Cheers to all of my niggaz takin a sip now
The bus-a-bus take y’all niggaz all on a trip now
There is a couple things that we can really explore now
Show love, or we can put your face in the floor now
Flipmode squad of niggaz keepin it raw now
Bounce while I take y’all niggaz straight to the core now

Chorus 2x

(all right)

* busta ad libs to fade *

@ Busta Rhymes

Текст песни:

This is dedicated to all those who don′t see it coming...

Chorus: Busta Rhymes

You can live true baby, you can live trife
Whatever way you chose you got to leave your life
Aiyyo you′re running out of time, and you bout to cross
The finish line, the finish line

(repeat Chorus)

Verse One: Busta Rhymes

And, yo! I can′t afford to waste a second
Steppin with my eyes on niggaz checkin on my weapons
Every millisecond, motherfuckers say they true to this
But when they grab the microphone they shit sound like stupidness
*beatboxing* Hah, mad to pull another vicious scandal
I know that you can′t handle when I flip from other angles now
Feel my hot wax, burning from my melting candles
You can′t take the heat, so you switch from boots to wearing sandals
This is for example! Shit will make a nigga curse
When worse comes to worse, you be the first to disperse now
We don′t BELIEVE your man was living like that
Hoping to find that nigga see exactly where his heart was at
It′s a damn shame how Son know your style, know your name
Watch how he pull your file, make you wish you never fuckin came NOW
Even the hardest motherfucker has his final day
So kill that shit you talkin, and be about your fuckin way

Chorus 2X

Verse Two: Busta Rhymes

Yo, everyday I see you on the block smoking
With a bunch of niggaz scoping on how they can split you WIDE open
You don′t even know what′s going on up in your circle
Awful murder niggaz itch to leave you black blue and purple
Ahh, your man came to put you on and tried to make you bleed
Hit you with some shit that left you flippin mad in disbelief
You just can′t believe that niggaz that you smoke with is on it
And the way they rass they really got to bust yo′ shit!
Thought your man was joking, paid no attention to the situation
Got with your crew and just continued smoking
Now your man sit and watch you panic
In any other situation you′d be fronting like you gigantic
I guess all that fronting is your main talent
It′s apparent, he can see right through you like you transparent
Hah, aiyyo you need to watch your back you running out of time
Watch your step, cuz you only inches from the finish line

Chorus 2X

Verse Three: Busta Rhymes

Now, there′s about a million motherfuckers on your trail
Quick to bust your shit for every single time your words failed
I′m watchin all the moves you makin fuck the speculatin
Super-bitch nigga you just be fakin if I′m not mistakin
Every move you fake you dig your grave a little deeper
Come around me with that shit I′ma flip it to my brother′s keeper
Listen to this: overstress my emphasis
I insist to fix and bring the noise as long as I exist
Now you walk around the streets with all that shit you speak
And step inside the club just to receive the illest ass beating
HOO! Take a look around you get no type of sympathy
Impatiently, I sit and watch you die in your own iniquity
Hah, now you out dead and stinkin, and your eyes are no longer blinkin
Time caught up quick, with your little BITCH way of thinkin
Ahh, watch you diminish, while your niggaz have to put a finish
On your misleading false image

Chorus 5X

Word is bond, bond is life
You shall be willing to give your life
Before your words shall fail
All those who out there frontin, misleading they peoples
Actin other than they really are
It will catch up to you player, word is bond
So that′s, specifically, to all those fake motherfuckers
Living out here on that bullshit
Trying to act like they know what the fuck′s going on

@ Busta Rhymes

Текст песни:

Yeah, yea
This shit sound like..
one two o′clock in the mornin with the full moon out
Niggaz in they trucks creepin
With a fresh box of ecstasy pills for these bitches

[Verse One]
Yeah, team select, please collect, G′s connect
Thieves nigga direct the trees to the SmokeFest
Wanna take a toke? YES! The newest zone I′m in
I′m like Smithsonian nigga, fuck it call me Napoleon
Wave the torch, cut the head off the Leviathan
The terminology I′m rhymin in cause a frenzy up in Ireland
Hit ya, I′m gon get ya
And drop the bomb scripture at your barmitzvah
Yo, map shit out, blast through the speakers
With a wifebeater on, Bushe below, a new pair of sneakers
Street niggaz hang on the sidewalk, that′s where I learned my fly talk
Pimp-strut, and how to skywalk
Moderatin how we establish the whole conglomerate
The way we honor it, you′ll never conquer it
See how we wreck, has a global effect, on even Polish people
Young and restless down to the old and feeble
Peep them, Czechoslovakian to Yugoslavian niggaz
Be all into my bounce so don′t be botherin niggaz
So NOW you should feel the whole cathedralish bounce
Put one in your stomach leave you in a fetalish crouch, nigga
My vernacular is spectacular
Strategic plans′ll have you lookin wacker than a postal office massacre
Is that so? Make moves just like a fatso
Bounce in a minivan Astro after my gat BLOW!

[Chorus]
Aiyyo, get up, get up, get dough (get dough nigga)
Roll up, light up, and smoke that ′dro (smoke ′dro now)
Bitch shake yo′ hips and bounce real slow
Niggaz rep yo′ hood, I′m with that --
All my nig-gaz (all my niggaz) if you with me (if you with me)
Yeah I see you (yeah) HOL-LA
(Throw yo′ guns in the motherfuckin air, c′mon!)
All my bitch-es, if you′re with me (yeah all my bitches where you at now)
Yeah I see you (you know I see y′all) HOL-LA

[Verse Two]
Yeah, my whole entire mindstate deeper
than astronomy and mathematics like Galileo
Smash you niggaz like mashed potato
Back when niggaz used to rock Ballys and Clarks
I used to watch, little niggaz shouldn′t hustle nickel crack in the park
Barrels spray the brighter flame in the dark
Blood spill stain on the street, that′s how niggaz be leavin they mark
Fuckin with diplomats who love Bailey′s
Monopolize and quickly get other money fuckin with Israelis
So solid how we be symbolic
to a handful of niggaz that be all schemin on the same wallet
Them type niggaz that be conspirin and kidnappin
Shit happens! Gun clap for you in a GIFT wrappin
You should follow how the style switch up
Like a group of religious niggaz schemin to kill they arch-bishop
You big pussy nigga actin all hard
Call me atheist, because I don′t believe in you God
It′s like a grand feast celebratin the bounce of the century
I tote the recipe quick for any type of discrepancy
Busta Rhymes the great renaissance artist and architect
Like how a Felipe (?) portrait is so hard to get
We got the obscure shit for the street
Nevertheless we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat
Yo, we got the obscure shit for the street
Nevertheless we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat

[Chorus w/ slightly different (ad libs)]

[Busta Rhymes]
Holla at me now, c′mon!
Yeah.. Busta Rhymes, cookin up a little brown stew chicken
Dr. Dre niggaz, yea

@ Busta Rhymes

Текст песни:

Yo, ever since Jimmy Crack Con
Rockin′ on ever since the day I was born
Yes we get busy whenever we have to perform
Shaking your tooshie making your pussy get warm
Ha ha ha until all you niggas is gone
I be hittin′ until the morning got you callin′ my storm
Bounce my niggas, bounce my bitches (Bounce baby!)
With the shit that do really have all you niggas going crazy
Suffer from headrushes while niggas be smoking dutches
Bitches be gettin′ all in and they rippin′ they pants crutches
Wiggle they belly buttons
Ay, wait a minute I wanna get all in it
Long as my shorty with it
You know I′m comin′ to get it
Doin′ it to you makin′ you really wonder who said it
Swelling your melon while you yellin′
Now check out the credit
Giving it to you makin′ you gimme back more
(Coming through too!)
Yes and we be kickin′ down your door
Keepin′ it raw my nigga

Chorus:
All my bitches right in the front sayin′ "Aahh"
All my bitches way in the rear sayin′ "Aahh"
Party is goin′ on over here (Say what?)
Party is goin′ on over here (Say what?)
All my niggas right in the front sayin′ "Ho!"
All my niggas right in the rear sayin′ "Ho!"
The party is goin′ on over here (Say what?)
Party is goin′ on over here (Say what?)
All my people up in the place sayin′ "Ho!"

Let me just hear you some more
Tell me what you lookin′ for
Told all of y′all already I ain′t gonna tell you no more
Hittin′ you off makin′ you niggas blast off!
With some shit that′ll be tearing your ass off
Keppin′ it comin′, keepin′ it movin′, keepin′ you wylin′
We gettin′ this paper let′s keep the cheddar stacking and piling
And now we happy and smiling cause now we living good
Doin′ it is how we be movin′ it in the hood
Wishing you could fuck around with me and my niggas
How we double and wyle
And double our bitches double our figures
Turnin′ you out
Run from my niggas (No doubt!)
Keepin′ it blazing make all my bitches all shout
Then I hit with the new make you take off your see-through
While you peekin′ around the corner baby I see you!
Tell me what you gon′ do
I′m sayin′ now I′m gon′ have you wylin′ until your ass drop
Hit me off, yes now let me take it to the top
We never stop my nigga

Chorus:
All my bitches up in the front sayin′ "Aahh"
All my bitches up in the rear sayin′ "Aahh"
Party is goin′ on over here (Say what?)
Party is goin′ on over here (Say what?)
All my niggas up in the front sayin′ "Ho!"
All my niggas up in the rear sayin′ "Ho!"
The party is goin′ on over here (Say what?)
Party is goin′ on over here (Say what?)
All my people up in the place sayin′ "Ho!"

@ Busta Rhymes

Текст песни:

RRRRRROAW RRRR.. RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW
til my dragon baby stop whinin
I see my influence still..

RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW
til my dragon baby stop whinin
I see my influence still..

RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW
til my dragon baby stop whinin
I see my influence still..

RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW
til my dragon baby stop whinin
I see my influence still shinin

Hah!
Hit you with my ultraviolence
Skin cancer causing laser beam flow then causing riot
Oh shit! I′m gon′ give you
more and more (hah) flows that′s gon′ help you
see who got the real raw -- you can watch me wreck (huh)
for the entire nine seasons
Cold-blooded flow that got you motherfuckers freezin
You (you) must (must) find (find) your style
Identify with your own profile! Uhh uhh
Niggaz don′t understand what we be talkin about
Designed especially for biters who try to figure it out!!
Huh, WHOOOO! Ice Capades all over beats son
while I smoke your Phillies all the way down to the last one (HAH)
Yo watch me skyrocket (HUH)
Prop me for my flow then get your hand out my pocket
As the world keeps on turnin
Killing microphones as the nigga most determined
Keeping biters fiending like this was they last serving
Stay away from fake motherfucks like Mark Fuhrman
Got your whole entire +Little House on the Prarie+ burning
Stick me for my rhyme like you stuck me for my Sherlings
Yo, you must be out your fuckin mind
The only thing you really need to do is chill and watch the sun shine

RRRR.. RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW
til my dragon baby stop whinin
I see my influence still shinin

Hah, hah, hah, hah
Hoh, hoh, hoh, HAHHHHHHHH!

Hey, get with this here roll call
Keep my peoples movin like a U-Haul
Then I′m gonna hit you, wit that
shit that′s sure to make your dome crack
Watch me knock you down
You′ll be surprised how quick the fuckin word will get around
A biter came up missin and the bitch was never found, YO
I come with shit, so sure, to hit
Hit you til your motherfuckin dome split
Counterfeit niggaz need to sit back up off of it
And if you don′t listen you deserve whatever you get
*gasping for air* Just a moment, let me take a breather
Got you niggaz sweatin coal, like you caught the fever
Just to know my every move you fuck a freak psychic reader
For those who bite my flows I got to always pack my heater
Yo, I was the one that (hah) made a nigga cough (huh)
Soft (hoo!) Wait quick to turn a nigga off
Yo, I′m quick to break a niggaz spine
and any effort made by those who try to take mine

RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW
til my dragon baby stop whinin
I see my influence still shinin

..

RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW
til my dragon baby stop whinin
I see my influence still..

RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW
til my dragon baby stop whinin
I see my influence still..

RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW
til my dragon baby stop whinin
I see my influence still shinin..

@ Busta Rhymes

Текст песни:

Chorus 3x:
The whole world lookin′ at me
Watchin and waitin to see
If I fullfill my destiny

The whole world lookin′ at me
Uh, my interruption cause a major concussion
Dome piece swollen son you need a cup of Bufferin
Peep my post reduction, hey
Follow my instruction
Bounce back my repercussion
Cause mass destruction
Fuck around strain ya til ya plan malfunction
Sit cha ass down, hey
Bouncin out ta Flushin
Check extra P by the boom weed from a Russian
I remember when I used ta rhyme for extra nothin
I got so much ta offer every time I tell you somethin
I′ma bout ta drop it, you could never stop it
Let me quickly chop it
Still a lot of niggas analyze before profits
The rhyme at new gossip
Hold your head and shoulders yo I roll with evil holders
Dealin with the facts, I hold the silence in the folders
Did you know how to knock it from concussion into comas
Test shit, I pull your valve from out your breast kid
Mess with, shit like this after God blessed it

Chorus 2x

The whole world lookin′ at me
Uh, I′m bout to cause chaos steady bustin ya bra′s
Which to witch craft, my chemistry what cha say os
Fuck the bullshit
Livin in the zone of my renaissance
My squad stay formin like the Muslims down in Dames
Split ya fuckin frame like we raisin splittin cigars
I be workin wonders
My squad formin numbers
Christopher Columbus
Discover how you speed out swellin like you cumbus
My name be rollin thunders
My degrees multiply the heat more this summer
My flows got so much rhythm, substitute the drummer
Yo fuck that, focusin about the front runner
Who you think you is
You better stay protected
Walkin out the do

@ Busta Rhymes

Текст песни:

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah I though all y′all was goin′
Uh, Yeah, yeah, yeah
Were gonna take y′all on a little ride and shit
You mean now, now, now, yeah
We gonna sail in one of them big fat ocean liners on the street
Swim through this mutha fucka
Busta-Bus now, now, now

[Busta Rhymes]
Hop scotch I found a new bounce
Just rock back and fourth while my beat knock (Aurgh!)
Stop chips and cock glocks wit′ clips
Go sailing in hot ships and park big whips (oh!)
Getting′ them whips and bounce outta town
Take trips ride slow through them hoods and park at the main strip
Baby girl gimme yo hand cock fast (c′mon!)
With a number in your hand, hot ass (hold up!)
Shorty actin′ just like she had a hit (on me!)
Fuckin′ while shorty′s busy shakin′ her shit (on me!)
Man stop, just let ‘em flop watch girlfriend let alone cock block
Hot shit make a bitch wanna whine just like a reggae tune
Make y′all niggaz wanna act and bust the AK boom!
Everyday create a may lay today is pay day mutha fucka you better make way!

[Hook]
It′s your night go get your money
Get that dough bounce if ya want
And light that blunt smoke if you got to
Shake yo shit bounce if you have to
Flimode squad back in the spot
With all yo shit bounce in the truck
Yes yes y′all bounce we go what ya want

All my niggaz, all my niggaz
All my bitches!
C′mon!

[Busta Rhymes]
We stay spittin′ on
See what we sittin on
Shittin′ you see how my 20” be fittin′ on nigga
A 100 dollar bill shorty number was written on
Hittin′ shorty on the sink wit′ the lights in the kitchen on
C′mon! move quiet with all the DL chicks
Who carry on Lincoln head up on my CL 6
Hit y′all wit′ the shit split y′all
Chicks all on my whip hoping ya ass fit y′all
We suppose to reach most shit bang
Watch how niggaz bounce in East Coast (Heaighh!)
Choke y′all provoke y′all
Killin′ street everytime we distribute the coke all
Check it, see now a days we caught cribs
And caught big fat loss
Fuck big fat bitches that make cliques back off
The way we prove it to y′all
Is just bang niggaz every time we do it to y′all

[Hook]

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah
Straight black out shit fo show
Making you back yo mack out quick Aiyo (huh)
Yeah we floss and drop pricy things
Talk slick and money and rock icy things
She tried to get that score
By throwing the pussy begging me to hit that raw (uh oh)
We puts it on and watch bitches getting′ a getsy
Flimode up in this mutha fucka just for the record

[Hook]

@ Busta Rhymes