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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

Текст песни:

[Rampage]:

Yo, it′s 3:25 in the morning
My baby mom still yawning
Kiss my little daughter on the forehead
′Nuf said, beeper goes off
Five hundred, it′s Busta Bust
In God We Trust another one bites the dust
[Busta]:

Hey Ramp, fuck that!
I was ′bout to see this cat
Some niggas pulled up in a black suburban jumped out the back
Tried to put it on me while we fighting over the gat
The way them niggas tried to play me son, them niggas is wack
Aeiyo, Ramp, yo, you know it′s only right to react
Call the whole squad, let′s lay these niggas down - face flat
Aeiyo, Bust, chill, calm down
I′ll be there in twenty minutes
Uptown 1-51 at St. Nick
I′m there quick
I tell my baby mom I got′s to go
I walked out the do′ then grabbed the two nines out the flo′
Driving through South, yo, we takin′ niggas war
Still on the run
Always running for cover when its necessary
I′m out numbered for now
But all that shit is temporary
Fuck with the wrong clik, the way we get down
If your violatin′, leavin you lost, you never be found
Number whatever on missing persons
Any minute them niggas gon′ feel blast of my squads gats bursting
I through the tri-borough bridge
In my fat land with my two nines and my mans
I′ma second from the spot
I cross the street from the parking lot
My trigger finger is hot
I′m seeing Bust in a phone booth
Niggas on the roofs
Spiff Star is in the range
The atmosphere change
Lord′s in the forerunner with machin

@ Busta Rhymes

Текст песни:

[busta rhymes]
Yeah.. busta rhymes now, flipmode now, check it
See we in two-thousand-and-three already, catch up to us
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hah, huh

Now motherfuckin case closed
The shit blow your speaker, keep turnin your base low
Spaz out because I motherfuckin say so
Before I blow this bitch like we down in waco
Thick in cock diesel, that’s the way we roll
Big truck shit, even my bitch whippin the range rov’
We ’bout to skyrocket and the way we go
The way the bitches lookin love the way we blow
Check it, we light shit up like broadway yo
The crack-head rappers better just say no
Before I turn stupid and back the heat slow
Lay and wait for niggaz in the back street yo
Weak flow, take your shit like I’m comin to repo
Create a crowd scene and stack a bunch of people
We bustin through the doors, shootin through your peephole
The shoot that never miss is like shootin a free throw
All you niggaz better go and..

[chorus: busta rhymes]
Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people
Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people
Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people
Put they body on the stretcher, carry they ass out
Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people
Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people
Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people
I’ll put they body on the stretcher, carry they ass out
Call the ambulance

[rampage]
Catch sixteen to remove your organs
H-2-o ridin round in same orbits
Notorious from new york to new orleans
House come with the lake swimmin with dolphins
Fifty keys with large proportions
Caught a few niggaz on money extortions
Niggaz snitch, f.b.i. is hawkin
Call johnny cochran, yo this nigga is walkin
Shit, we got to close down the club
Me and my cousin bust, we like crockett and tubbs
Pushin lambo’s, big chains and dubs
Lead the flipmode security with snubs
Uppin club levels, hundred g’s and up
And if them ducks rollin bust I’m beatin it up
The streets ain’t safe, yo we heatin it up
The party’s on smash, now we tweakin it up
The bitches want this dick so they eatin it up

[busta] now all you bitches better go and..

[chorus]

[rampage]
Flipmode, we in heavy conjunction
We shut it down in every function
Beat you in yo’ head until your brain malfunction
Yo bust, call the label, tell ’em we in production
Pinky ring status so it’s no discussion
Stop talkin shit, niggaz dodgin and duckin
I’m cream cheese with the english muffin
I still got respect in the flatbush junction, hey

[busta rhymes]
Huh, it’s like we shakin down a dude
We like a pack of dogs that come to take a nigga food
My niggaz flip quicker than a fuckin interlude
I beat niggaz head and blood drippin through a tube
Peep bitch, I’m only here to change the fuckin mood
And freeze you niggaz money like a nigga gettin sued
And leave you in the church watchin your body gettin viewed
Don’t get it fucked up or even misconstrued
All you niggaz better go and..

[chorus]

@ Busta Rhymes

Текст песни:

Uh ah ah OH, ah ah ah
Check it out
Flipmode Squad, ′98
Raw deluxe, check it out y′all

VERSE 1
I be the street kid, the brother your momma freak wit
Put your people on if y′all know how to keep a secret
When I get money you know I like to keep it
How I get money others are tryin to peep it

Flipmode, will be winners you wanna form a team wit
The big money figures, the ones to plot the scheme wit
The brothers who be used to gettin money frequent
The ones I would always measure up my triple beams wit

Until they start takin my people to the precint
That′s all back in the day yo, that ain′t nuttin recent
Cuz nowadays we see women we like to speak wit
Eat wit, lay ′em down and sleep wit

Type of women make a brother wanna keep it
Shorty be so exotic she lookin decent
Lotta corny niggaz be offerin whack free shit
I can′t hold the heat no more yo, I gotta release it

CHORUS 1
What y′all gonna do? Don′t you know we always comin through, me and my crew,
Lemme here you say "fire it up" (FIRE IT UP), say "fire it up" (FIRE IT UP)

To all my dogs that stay bloody, well around in the 500, all day,
Lemme here you say "fire it up" (FIRE IT UP), say "fire it up" (FIRE IT UP)
C′mon

VERSE 2
Now everytime that I meet a sucka who′s fronted, it′s aight
Gettin money and everybody want it
Smoke a big blunt, get myself all fucked up
Fall on the floor, gotta call my X-500

Iceburg-5 - where you at??
"No need for alarm, right now I′m cruisin to the sound of my enhanced CD-ROM"
Hurry up 5, yo you know it′s about to get thick
I see this cat away behind my back about to do a stick
"Tell me where you at, I will be there in 10 seconds flat, you know I got your
back, I′ll be there just in time to counteract"
Sometimes I might even forget crew, my X-5 bulletproof, I turbo boost, and
blast right through in the ceiling and in the roof

Comin through, hittin you, and knockin other suckas tooth′s
Full speed ahead like we runnin a toll booth
Produce more flavor that Veryfine juice
Call a truce, on me and my people and let loose

CHORUS 2
All my ladies in the place to be, gettin money while they next to me, lemme
see, Lemme here you say "fire it up" (FIRE IT UP), say "fire it up" (FIRE IT
UP)

All my people just wave your hands, gettin money all across the land, one time
Lemme here you say "fire it up" (FIRE IT UP), say "fire it up" (FIRE IT UP)
C′mon

VERSE 3
Release the heat, we lettin loose to the extreme
Me and the Iceburg X-5, bounce from the scene
Recline my seat, rock to the beat
Lyrical artist, microphone scarred up in the heat

Blowin up the spot that we hittin, know what I mean?
Got you hopin we keepin you people up like caffeine
Fly guillotine, seeing everything on my little computer screen
From here to Philippines

Keep it movin, we never run out of gasoline
Gas me, your arson, but lookin kerosene
Me and my 5 be runnin the mission you never seen
Hot shit, makin ya suckas forever fein

Anyone of you comin you better come clean
Hit you with an overdose of more rhyme amphetamine
Got you eye bloodshot you need visine
People in wylin, I think you need to wreak the sirene

CHORUS′ 1 and 2

@ Busta Rhymes

Текст песни:

[group speaking in a a different language]

[Intro: Busta Rhymes: (talking)]
See we, we about to take it where
Where it all started
We gonna take em′ back
Busta Rhymes now, Flipmode now
My nigga Fingaz now
Check it, yo

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Uh huh, Busta Bus is back in this bitch, holding the spot
Puttin all the pep all in your step now we controllin the rock (Yeah My Nigga)
See how we comin be loadin the docks
Floatin and simply stockin the goods that we makin you flop (Ay yo)
See now we thicker and we be makin you sicker
Stuck like a bumper sticker from how we be dropping it quicker
For all these niggas that be riding and whippin in their truck (Crash)
And buyin another one and do not be givin a fuck (What!)
Flipmode (Yes) cause we knowin we comin to get it
Gather around all my niggas who that be already to set it (Set it)
Fuckin and just break them off, let the women just shake it off
Got them bouncin to take it off for me, Check it!
Cause i′ve been double dutchin and dosey-do′ in on music way before
A lot of these new niggas could figure then pattend all on my flow
Peep on how we coming to rip it and know we gonna wet ya
And rep for my niggas cause I′m coming to get ya
I said...

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Guess who′s comin?
With brand new fire to satisfy all the people in the street when it drops
(Let′s Go)
Now!
Let me see all the people with me let me see your hand high
let me know you up in the spot (Ay yo I′m sayin)
Everytime we givin you music we give you the kind of music
that makes you bang it loud on your block (C′mon C′mon)
This is to know when I′m comin I′m comin to make you wyle out in the
place that makes you get up and wanna HOP! (Let′s do it)
Go head and HOP!, Go head and HOP!, Go head and HOP!
We past makin them bounce, Go head and HOP!
(C′mon just do it) Go head and HOP baby!

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
Now you know it we comin to kill you niggas for shizzle
Makin these bitches wanna shake it and we just makin them wiggle
Capitalizing off on the music that be we be keepin coming
Have you niggas really spazing and blackend out in their stomach (Hey bebe)
There′s no mistakin you know we makin you bounce
Takin the unforsaken approach the way we be takin out
Scrapin these niggas and breakin their pockets to chase them out
Suddenly call your bitches to see just how they just makin out
Fuck it, we kick the bucket and to continue to stake them out (Ha)
And in back of the crib is where we will be makin out
Puting some shit together make it so you could all attend
Welcoming you and my nigga so we can break your pocket again (Oh Oh)
Niggas flossin and tossin their drinks like they all in the place
And leave the niggas the (?) until they catch one all up in their face (Huh)
Y′all know we′ll spray y′all niggas and know we gonna wet ya
And rep for my niggas cause we comin to get ya
I said...

[Chorus]

@ Busta Rhymes

Текст песни:

[P. Diddy]
Oh yea, I like this, Ladies & Gentlemen
The time you all been waitin for
(lets do it, do it, do it)
This is a Bad Boy, Flipmode collaboration
(Come on)

[P. Diddy]
Shake ya ass (come on), watch yourself (o.k)
I′m the man (lets go) and no one else
raah, raah

[Busta Rhymes]
Like a dungeon dragon
Still king of the flow, while my mink be draggin′
I said I′m sick with the flow
Stick a dick in ya hoe
Make them shut down the club, we threw a brick in da door

[P. Diddy]
Shit, I′m the number man, hot like summerjam

[Busta Rhymes]
Slick like Fonsareli, and rich like cunningham
I stretch them like rubber bands (I make them say)
Oh shit, the bitch got up and left with another man
(Saaay what!?, wha is you talkin bout?)
Theres nothin to talk about (see), you just a walk about
I light a long L, and just blowin the smoke about

[P. Diddy]
See, we serious wit it, they aint nothin to talk about

[Busta Rhymes]
And while I scope it out, I love the way you bounce
Shake ya shit tuck in ya ass in poke it out, come on

[Busta Rhymes]
Give me the Henny, you can give me the Cris
You can pass me the Remi, but the pass the Courvoisier

[P. Diddy]
Give me the ass, you could give me the dough
You can give me ′dro, but pass the Courvoisier

[Busta Rhymes]
Give me some money, you can give me some cars
But you can give me the bitch make sure you pass the Courvoisier

[P. Diddy]
Give me some shit, you can give me the cribs
You can give me whaever just pass the Courvoisier

[P. Diddy]
We got these hoes lovin it
They gettin familiar man, they screamin out my government (Sean John)
I like them in twins like doublement (Don Juan)

[Busta Rhymes]
We be bangin all types of chicks from here to (Hong Kong)
The best dressed bitches actin all cute to my shit
And get the wlyin out they actin like a . to my shit
?? go a distance from yours, we holdin Jewish money now
Down to the credit card different from yours

[P. Diddy]
Its the law for me to get in ya drawers
I run the city of cars, they call me Mr. Diddy, the boss
You know me, the only G to willy a porshe

[Busta Rhymes]
We get dough in all land the size of philly of course
Can imagine the price that my jewlery really would cost
We go to clubs with a briefcase and a half milli to floss (damn)
Fuck around and you can really get tossed
Ken Griffey flow, call me Alaska ′cause I be the king of the frost
What you can do is

[Busta Rhymes]
Give me the Henny, you can give me the Cris
You can pass me the Remi, but the pass the Courvoisier

[P. Diddy]
Give me the ass, you could give me the dough
You can give me ′dro, but pass the Courvoisier

[Busta Rhymes]
Give me some money, you can give me some cars
But you can give me the bitch make sure you pass the Courvoisier

[P. Diddy]
Give me some shit, you can give me the cribs
You can give me whaever just pass the Courvoisier

[Busta Rhymes]
Five thousand boomin watts
I got a thousand karats all over my watch
Travel lighty, flow back easy
Back with the bus-a-bus and the P.D
We stay livin at the top of the charts
The shit we be spittin, be state of the art
We rockin ya block shit, wlyin like rock shit
Strapped with the gun and the street corner hot shit

[P. Diddy]
Now we sittin′ in the drop top pretty
Knock, knock who is he?

[Busta Rhymes]
Bus-a-bus, I put it down and this I get busy
(Excuse me bus-a-bus)
Full control of the city, if you aint know

[P. Diddy]
By the way, the name is Puff
It aint my fault ya dane corrupt
We went form Henny, to Remi to Moe to Belve to..

[Busta Rhymes]
The game is us; we gettin money motherfucker
And the game we trust
Everytime we put it down, reppin the name is a must
Flipmode!

[Busta Rhymes]
Give me the Henny, you can give me the Cris
You can pass me the Remi, but the pass the Courvoisier

[P. Diddy]
Give me the ass, you could give me the dough
You can give me ′dro, but pass the Courvoisier

[Busta Rhymes]
Give me some money, you can give me some cars
But you can give me the bitch make sure you pass the Courvoisier

[P. Diddy]
Give me some shit, you can give me the cribs
You can give me whaever just pass the Courvoisier

[Busta Rhymes]
Give me the Henny, you can give me the Cris
You can pass me the Remi, but the pass the Courvoisier

[P. Diddy]
Give me the ass, you could give me the dough
You can give me ′dro, but pass the Courvoisier

[Busta Rhymes]
Give me some money, you can give me some cars
But you can give me the bitch make sure you pass the Courvoisier

[P. Diddy]
Give me some shit, you can give me the cribs
You can give me whaever just pass the Courvoisier

[P. Diddy]
yea, yea, yea just pass the Courvoisier
yea, pass me that louie that motherfuckin′ that that iron groove
Nineteen vintage motherfuckin′ medievil
Ow, bitch. Yea, just pass the courvoisier
That that shit make, that dark shit just me wanna fuck
Straight up, I just need to know
Dis nigga Diddy dick hard as a..

@ Busta Rhymes

Текст песни:

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah.. this one appears to be very forceful..
Very forceful.. yeah, here we go now
Niggaz, bitches, where you at talk

Thug niggaz let me see y′all, yeah
Hah, before we slap niggaz silly with somethin
and put you out your misery and your sufferin
Uh-oh! Yeah, and just for frontin,
you got me bustin two nines
with one hand tied together or somethin
Ain′t no mistakin we takin your trap
In case you niggaz didn′t know,
you fuckin with the GLADIATORS of rap
On some John Reno shit in Professional,
how we accurate and precise when we bust
and every move is intentional
Violate and I will get at yo′ ass
And if I can′t catch you track star
we′ll start throwin SHIT at yo′ ass
Wait a minute nigga, hold up second,
see youse a bitch and while we bust yo′ ass
yo′ faggot peoples ain′t even checkin
Yo y′all need to send the coroner, shit
Leave you lookin out a place
like youse a tourist on some foreigner shit
I be that nigga and I love to experiment
with specific high-explosives
just to take y′all niggaz out of this element, NOW!!

Chorus: Busta Rhymes

Cause we got new shit for y′all
(All my niggaz in the spots,
y′all know we tear the shit down and how we hold it nigga)
And we come to take shit over y′all
(Yes we here to regulate
and put our foot down, the shop is closin nigga)
Always rep the street for all y′all
(Constantly hittin y′all off with street shit
and keep y′all niggaz open yeah
All my niggaz, all my bitches) Whatcha′all gon′ do now,
everytime we come with that street shit

[Busta Rhymes]
Hah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, we move like stonefaced cold-hearted niggaz
Baldfaced straight retarded niggaz
Aiyyo the shit we do be so off the hook,
fuck around and get yo′ leg broke
and beat all in yo′ face with ya foot
We here to stay, FUCK payin a visit
I only fuck with certain LIVE niggaz
like my niggaz Tash and Xzibit
Ever since I vowed to keep the shit raw
I stay hittin niggaz with shit
that′ll leave they fuckin face on the floor
Everytime niggaz know when we black
Smack a nigga so fuckin hard
he′ll fall and probably spin on his back
Funny how niggaz′ll always shit talk
The very next day they will notice the difference
in the way they bitch walk
My street niggaz need to come for the ride
Cause when we step up in the place
you funny niggaz need to slide to the side
I love to watch these funny niggaz diminish
and while we slowly murder them niggaz
they prayin on the MOMENT we finish
I take you back to the very beginnin
and beat you in yo′ head from birth
and watch you grow lovin the SHIT we be bringin
Street niggaz keep they mind on they dream
Focus the most on gettin they paper
and be thoroughly reppin they team
You know we quick to mash it down for some hours
Quick to leave some of these niggaz shook
runnin with the rest of them cowards
And leave the rest of niggaz ready to dumb
and rep the street until we all die
could give a fuck wherever you from, NOW!!

Chorus w/ minor variations

[Busta Rhymes]
For all my motherfuckers
that live in the urban city areas
Only the urban city areas
The ghettoes
The neighborhoods where they got, delis, liquor stores
and churches right across the streets from alla that
Yeah..
Motherfuckers sellin weed, crack, and all of that shit
on the corner - it ain′t the right thing to do
But niggaz is put in the motherfuckin, living conditions
that have to do that shit
The street motherfuckers
All y′all survival of the fittest motherfuckers, SURVIVE
This is dedicated to y′all
Street shit

@ Busta Rhymes

Текст песни:

Huh, yeah, fuck that,
Niggas go out to get it,
Niggas is out there holding until I see niggas,
Niggas is out there holding,
Starving nigga, fuck that, I′m a broke nigga,
And I gotta see any nigga out here holding something,
Fuck that.

Everyday, me and my son stay scheming,
On how to maximise the level on day to day creaming,
While you remain faking,
Yo, I ain′t tolerating, no mistaking,
We on the move to study paper-making,
Round up the whole squad quick,
Plot the scheme with my niggas, get on some full clip bullshit,
Before I solidify manslaughter, my unit form on the streetcorner,
We suprise like fiends in disguise,
Laying for the right shit so I can receive another grand prize,
Greeting niggas like a homeless nigga,
The way it happened son, you′d never figure,
How the homeless nigga gun is much bigger,
Now give me everything you walking with and everything your man is holding,
Even the watch that got the platinum moulding,
And as the situation start unfolding,
You scared to death you little bitch, go ahead,
Report it stolen, see what happen...

(Crazy fighting going on, mad punches, smashed glass etc.)

Cocks drwan nigga, holding my dick,
Wilding for the night, splurging with my click from the fit,
Open like a motherfucker, itching and ready to do the next stick,
Get any my nigga Dit can pick,
What you said I said even if it causing bloodshed,
Getting paid for even if we robbing a fucking chickenhead,
Word to mother son, I ain′t fronting,
I′m taking everything I been always wanting,
So I continue to peep out, in the jam will be the most blidded,
Rob ′em in the corner bounce to the bar with they money and buy drinks with
it,
I stay on some real trife shit, test your life shit or even stab you on some
knife shit,
Fake it if you wanna fake it, if I see it, then I want it, then I take it,
Leaving niggas ass naked,
Sometime I know it seems so shocking,
How you the next victim to be listening of the sounds of a trigger cocking,
All in your ears, cold steel all against your face,
I feel your blood chilling, your heart racing at a rapid pace,
And if you thinking that′s strong,
I dare you even to flinch wrong, fuck around,
You feel the full five long,
The victim contemplating what to do,
Or how the fuck top get out of the situation that he′s going through,
This nigga tried to grab the gat, you know I started clapping,
Bet y′all niggas wanna know how the rest of the story happened...

@ Busta Rhymes

Текст песни:

[ft. Linkin Park]

(Chester Bennington:)
Together we made it we made it even though we had our backs
up against the wall

(Busta Rhymes:)
See a nigga survived the worst
But my life is glorious
But I know that I need to be hurdled and i′m so victorious

Take a look i′m a symbol of greatness now call a nigga
morpheus

As force accumulated the wind and but a believe i′m so
notorious

You know i′ve been buying my bread even though we rapping
now (yes)

And now when u look on my trip higher level tramping now

(Fast Rap)

(chorus-Chester Bennington:)
Together we made it

We made it even though we
Had our backs up against the wall

Forever we waited,
And they told us we were never going to get it

But we took it on the road,
To the riches,
On the road, to the ghetto, on the road, to the projects on
the road, ride with me
On the road, we come and get it on the rooooooad

(Mike Shinoda)
When it all got started we was steadily just getting
rejected
And it seemed like nothing we could do would ever get us
respected
And thus we was stressed and the worst they probably said
was we′re pathetic
Had all the pieces to that puzzle just a way to get
connected and I was fighting through every rhyme
Tighting up every line never resting the question and I was
out of my mind and it finally came time
To do it or let it die so put the chips on the table and
told me to let it fly ohhh
Singing yea

(chorus-Chester Bennington:)
Together we made it
We made it even though we
Had our backs up against the wall
Forever we waited,
And they told us we were never going to get it
But we took it on the road,
To the riches,
On the road, to the ghetto, on the road, to the projects on
the road, ride with me
On the road, we come and get it on the road yeah yeah yeah
yeah!

(Busta Rhymes:)
Look in case you misunderstanded exactly what i′m building
Shit that I could leave for my children (children) children
(children)
Now I only wake up I smile to see how far I come fighting
for sales on a strip
To get hustle from nights in jail on a bench using my
muscles son
To count money

But now I live when I dream you see me finally getting it
Let′s make a toast to the hustle regardless how you did it

Ohhhh singing

(chorus- Chester Bennington:)
Together we made it
We made it even though we
Had our backs up against the wall
Forever we waited,
And they told us we were never going to get it
But we took it on the road,
To the riches,
On the road, to the ghetto, on the road, to the projects on
the road, ride with me
On the road, we come and get it on the rooooooadyeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah!

@ Busta Rhymes