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"E.L.E. (Extinction Level Event) 2: End Of The World" (2012)

Stop The Party Lyrics – Busta Rhymes

[Swizz Beatz - Chorus]
I said wait, stop the party
I don’t wanna hurt nobody but
(ooooh, yeah ooooh, yeah ooooh)

get em up get get em up (oooh)
get em up get get em up (yeah)
get em up get get em up (oooh)
get em up get get em up
I said wait, stop the party
I don’t wanna hurt nobody but

[Busta Rhymes]
shit thats what it’s coming to
tell me how you want it boo
fuck a lying a nigga see we stripping right in front of you
check plus you don’t really want it duke
open club security and pull my niggas offa you
why try stop it, see we prime time coming through
shut it down, disrespectful bitch
thats what we love to do
check the method how I tread it that aint nothing new
hectic like the ton

[Swiss Beatz]
wait, stop the party, I don’t wanna hurt nobody but
(ooh, yeah, ohh, yeah)
get ya drinks cause you don’t really care what they think right
(ooh, yeah, ohh yeah)
who him? he’s a rat
to the hood he can never come back right

[Busta Rhymes - Verse 2]
Back with the Ackrite
flyin’ out from last nite
shining like a flash light
you know we in here
and we hotter than a stove top
never know we won’t flop
see me got em going now we throw in the chair
watch how I shift up the pickup with a stack on my mind
till I pick a brick up, coke spillin in your spine
and I paralyse the hood with goodies, niggas know we winning
if you knowin how I’m knowing bring it back to the beginning

[Swizz Beatz]
I said wait, stop the party, I don’t wanna hurt nobody but
(ooh, yeah, ohh)
look at them, they getting money,
and laughing like everything funny like
ha, oohh, ha, hands up
rep your city and let em know everything’s gritty like
OHHH

[Busta Rhymes - Verse 3]
we bout to blow again, nigga here we go again
laundry bag ready back to getting dough again
boy listen we’re about to kill the flow and then
mash on niggas till we force em to get low and them
shit out proportion she be scorching from the opening
carry out the office and you know how we be going in
lets get it over with, bang whatever city that you rep til its over bitch

[Swiss Beatz]
I said wait, stop the party, I don’t wanna hurt nobody but
(ooh, yeah, ohh)
who them? They gonna hate but thats when you know you’re doing great so
I said wait, stop the party, I don’t wanna hurt nobody but
who him, he’s a rat, to the hood he can never come back right
(ooh, yeah, ohh)

get em up get get em up (oooh)
get em up get get em up (yeah)
get em up get get em up (oooh)
get em up get get em up (yeah)

Why Stop Now Lyrics – Busta Rhymes

Turn my fucking beat up, fucking beat up, fucking beat up
Turn my fucking beat up, fucking beat up, fucking beat up
Turn my fucking beat up, fucking beat up, fucking beat up

[Chorus]
Uh, yeah! We can do anything,
Walk into anywhere and buy anything!
I'll be chilling, I ain't worry about anything
Why stop now? I can have everything!
Yeah! I can have everything!
Yeah! I can have everything!
Yeah! I can have everything!
Why stop now? I can have everything!

Now, every single time I get up in a building
And I touch it, and I get it popping, you can never stop it
And I load a gun
I they know wondering on how a nigger does it when a black in every hood
And every suit and then I'm flooding.
Makin every dj wanna bring it back, and then they're robbing
Making other niggers, argh'ing when there no food up in they cupboard
See the way I got em spittin' em
I got a nigger running for the way that I be getting on the beat
And I'll be dumbing, I'll be dumbing
Oh, shit
I wanna see ya'll do that on YouTube
Let me do a little devil with the flow,
And Let me show you niggers how I really mix it up
Yep, I'm a slow it down a little
Nah I think it better me to flip it up, (Kill 'em)
Switch it up and about to bitch it up
I wanna see your bottles in your hands
nigger get it up. (HO!)
Throw the money all around until it hit the ground,
And make a Shawty wiggle before she pick it up! (WOO)
You know this shit was kinda dead before I had to step up all in the spot and really lift it up (Damn!)
And so I'm bussin' in your head and then I throw a little coke up in that shit until they sniff it up
And see you know that when I come I hit it up, I kill it till a nigger... you need to better know that
I can do anything that I want niggers already be knowing Imma give it up

[Hook]
Yeah, yeah! We can do anything,
Walk into anywhere and buy anything
I'll be chilling, I ain't worry about anything
Why stop now? I can have everything
Yeah! I can have everything
Yeah! I can have everything
Yeah! I can have everything
Why stop now? I can have everything

All right, I'mma let y'all niggers calm down for a minute
And get y'all shit together
This is what I need ya'll to do!
Clap, clap, clap, clap
Let's go!

Ok, come around, see me put it down just a little bit
Ball and I'm heavy ya'll already know exactly what to do
Somebody better get the crown when a nigger spit
Make sure you polish it a little before you bring it to me while I lock it down with another hit. (You all ready)
And you ain't even gotta ask, and you already know another bangers what you gonna get!
Yeah! Better bounce when say silvers like magic
When a nigger's been presto
And if you're really with me, and you're ready, let's go!
Rhyme with a nigger like we on a metro
Ya'll already know my deal anyone, anywhere, anything from the very intro
And I be the most everything
And you should have knew that from the very get go

[Hook]
Yeah, yeah, We can do anything,
Walk into anywhere and buy anything
I'll be chilling, I ain't worry about anything
Why stop now? I can have everythin'
Yeah! I can have everythin'
Yeah! I can have everythin'
Yeah! I can have everythin'
Why stop now? I can have everythin'

Just watch ‘em close, see how they ball, on how the god delivers
Now we blacking in this bitch, until the police come and get us
Watch and you could see it
Who fucking with us?
Waka shit and fuck all on the beat and kill a couple niggers
Oh, oh
Everybody know what the fuck it is
True
And then I bang 'em and I beat them in the heads
niggers know what I do until I split a couple of wigs
And you know that when I got him,
And I hit him from the bottom,
You don't want a nigger, really though
And I'll be doing anything that I want
It don't matter where we at, I'mma let it go

[Hook]
Yeah, yeah, We can do anything,
Walk into anywhere and buy anything
I'll be chillin', I ain't worry about anythin'
Why stop now? I can have everything
Yeah, I can have everything
Yeah, I can have everything
Yeah, I can have everything
Why stop now? I can have everything

"Back On My B.S." (2009)

Wheel Of Fortune Lyrics – Busta Rhymes

[Harmonizing "back on my bullshit" for 46 seconds]

Hey ya'll niggaz thought I wasn't nice
with the second tune and shit
he he he he he oh shit

Ayo Dj Scratch
Th-this how you want me to set it homie

[Verse 1 - Busta Rhymes]
I hope you ready to march niggaz, hut two three four
Back with the gangsta of rap, retort
I hope somebody quickly call up a doctor
Go get a medic, cause somebody 'bout get finally resected
Oh shit nigga goin' insane, muthafucka
'Bout to bloodshed ya cell membrane, shit the propane bitch
The fine cocaine, lil' nigga you touch the shit that ya can't contain I
Fill'em with octane, light another fire nigga
'Till I'm high killa, ignite another flame ah, sorry I dig his talent
Well tie ya little lame look, Ok it don't matter
Cause I'm the one to blame I'm, startin' to act strange
Facin' every challange shit, incredible hope
Lyrical amalgam bitch, oh my gosh, oh my gosh
I'ma band and oh ring everything like El DeBarge

[Hook]
(oooh ooooh and I like it I like it)
And so I said and so I said
Excuse me dear -- My gosh you look nice
Put ya money on her -- better double the price
But let's get it niggaz and jump
(Behind the wheel of fortune) HEY
And let's jump
(Behind the wheel of fortune) HEY
All my niggaz jump
(Behind the wheel of fortune) HEY
My ladies jump
(Behind the wheel of fortune) HEY

[Verse 2 - Busta Rhymes]
I'ma take off my jacket now, you see I'm back on my bull shit
You tired lil' niggaz go in line, watch how
I vibe on mine, I'm shifting the climate, quiet
And if you wan' test what I'm on bitch
I wish you niggaz try it, uhh-uh-uhh, I mentioned that I'm back
To cause the riot, (hot drops), and I come to supply it
Hu-hu you niggaz on a diet, you can't stop it, then I drop
Ya know ya can't deny it, my home boy you know that I'm a crook
And I'ma try it, while I'm counting this money and I hide it
I'm taking it back, puttin' ya hands in my eyes, can't see
You get to puttin' yo eyes on me, look, look how I drop shit
I got hit, I won't quit, and bet you see I'm back in a cockpit
I'm coming back like I'm moving the crooks
Everybody gather around, and get ya to singin' the hook

[Hook]
(oooh ooooh and I like it I like it)
And so I said and so I said
Excuse me dear -- My gosh you look nice
Put ya money on her -- better double the price
But let's get it niggaz and jump
(Behind the wheel of fortune) HEY
And let's jump
(Behind the wheel of fortune) HEY
All my niggaz jump
(Behind the wheel of fortune) HEY
My ladies jump
(Behind the wheel of fortune) HEY

Pretty good for a sound check nigga

Give Em What They Askin For Lyrics – Busta Rhymes

[Intro/Chorus]
They say we make the greatest HITS
So who am I, to dis-AGREE?
I hear the streets callin, y'all was lookin for ME
Everybody, was lookin for one thing
You lookin for something, well I got the something
Now every single person that was lookin for something
Well let me give 'em what they askin fo' - HEY!
Let me give 'em what they askin fo' - HEY, HEY!

Hey - what'chu tryin to know?
I got the sick Southside and it ain't no joke
Hot cookin, sittin pretty, shiny smokes
Up in the fine cuisine, sup a little wine with my folks
A bunch of filthy rich niggaz that be grindin the most
Bunch of ace of spade models makin champagne toasts
And I got, Armani suits, sick wrists on glow
A nigga back, hittin harder than a 2x4
See them diamonds, yeah I bet'cha never seen 'em befo'
Drippin off a nigga 'til the stones'll fall on the flo'
I'm throwin, money down the room to please myself
I'm into self-preservation so I freeze myself
See I'm so, dipped fresh I wanna squeeze myself
And do it so big sometimes I can't believe myself
No matter how hard a nigga greed my wealth
See you can front if you want, the game need my help
Now let's GO!

[Chorus]

Hey - how you ain't gon' choke
when you see five mills hangin off my throat?
We don't know about the drugs but you know mines coke
Couple Venezuelan bitches chillin on my boat
Now now now, a lot of niggaz ridin on my coat
But I don't worry cause you know the difference is mines dope
E'rytime the hood's eatin nigga they find hope
Ain't nuttin change same birdie hangin off my rope
Now listen - I got the 50 if you all want smoke
Just put your lips up to your fingers if you takin a toke
You see I gladly share the weed just never leave me the roach
When I get with bitches in the building they be catchin the ghost
I'm sayin, go 'head and roam girl and giggle around me
Break your shit, the shit it start to wiggle around me
So, swaggnificent the shit won't stop
Just got the crib fit with airplane lights on top
Now let's GO!

[Chorus]

Hey - how you all gon' sleep
when a nigga like the groove but beepin on my creep
So serious, when you walk up on my street
The Violator hood niggaz busy parkin my fleet
of vehicles from East Europe I can hardly repeat
the names of, shit is strange but it's hard to defeat
How we do it and we kill 'em 'til there ain't nuttin left
I finish niggaz e'rytime because we do it to death
Now let's GO!

[Chorus]

[repeat "HEY" to fade]

Respect My Conglomerate Lyrics – Busta Rhymes

[Intro:]
Most people would consider this illegal

[Chorus:]
Since we are the best and you agree with me right?
No need to debate... the way we run shit
See were kind of like the government, so just repect my conglomerate
Just respect my conglomerate, just respect my conglomerate
Just respect my conglomerate, just respect my conglomerate

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
It's Bus Rhymes! (HUH!) And I'm back
With the crack, and the thugs, and the drugs, NIGGA BLACK! (OH!)
The best to do it we only deal with the facts bitch
Blazin that I'm so amazin on the tracks BITCH!
(BOUNCE ON 'EM!) And I jump, and I skip
And I hop, and I flip over niggas like gymnastics (HEY!)
Watch the way and I'm givin the streets acid
Bastards niggas know I'm the king of the classics
Drastic measures, I'm spreadin like a rash bitch
Class is in session you 'bout to get yo' ass kicked
Emperor, of every roundtable of the house
(AND WHEN I SPEAK) Niggas respect me as leader of the councilman
God rap, God persona, God scrilla (HUH!)
God body in the flesh call me GODZILLA!
Now you know you see we be the most prominent
Dominant niggas respect my conglomerate (AHHHHHHHH!)

[Chorus: Jadakiss]
Since we are the best and you agree with me right? (Uh-huh)
No need to debate... (uh-uh!)... the way we run shit (Yeah)
See were kind of like the government, so just repect my conglomerate (Eh-HAEH!)
Just respect my conglomerate, just respect my conglomerate (Ha-HAEEEH!)
Just respect my conglomerate, just respect my conglomerate (HA-HAEEEH!)

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Yeah, uh, yeah, yo...
Workers, bosses, Ferraris, Porches
Dope fiends nauseous, crack spot
Race track, horses, big meetings at the
Round table, to discuss what the cost is
Money, change you, devils, angels
We the ones who say what you can and what you cain't do
Respect, power, kush, sour
Haze, airy, pills, powder
Gangstas, varmints, ice, garments
Don shit, real niggas who I get it on with
When I'm around, my colleagues ain't comfortable
They all got a-sick with my verses for a month or two
(Uh) Yep - wrong nigga to have a problem with
The blade first, then the bullet gon' follow it
Yeah, if you lucky, I might hollow it
D-Block, just respect my conglomerate

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Since we are the best and you agree with me right?
No need to debate... the way we run shit
See were kind of like the government, so just repect my conglomerate
Just respect my conglomerate, just respect my conglomerate
Just respect my conglomerate, just respect my conglomerate

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Young Money in charge,
Yes It's Little Wayne, but the moneys enlarged.
Priorities Young Money & God,
Now they wanna know how I be getting money on Mars,
Cause I be getting paid like outta this world,
Hip-Hop is a bitch and I'm proud of this Girl.
When the sharks come to see how the fish curl,
This is my Game you Gonna need a refferal,
I know more about tree than squirrel,
Me no talk much but the heat so verbal,
Brand New Marc Jacobs Peacoat thermal,
Gun outside of the Gear, external.
I'm so fly ya'll still at the terminal.
I'll put you in the dirt just because I see the worm in you.
Dirty South bitch.
Admire & acknowledge it. & Respect My Conglomerate

Shoot For The Moon Lyrics – Busta Rhymes

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
As we go way beyond sky's the limit, and you know who we are
We shootin for the moon and land on the starrrrrrrrrrrrrs
Let us land on the stars, let us land on the stars
Let us land on the stars
We 'bout to do it real big like outta this world and we takin it far
Shootin for the moon and land on the starrrrrrrrrrrrrs
Let us land on the stars, let us land on the stars
Let us land on the stars, let us

[Busta Rhymes]
Now don't you think this shit's outrageous?
At this point if you don't see I'm one of the greatest
I play the long time up in the league with the majors
In every history book they add a couple more pages
Like - about the way I take 'em through stages
On different levels, peep the way it read on the gauges
Regardless I'ma love 'em, I don't care how they hate us
No matter how they try, see they could never replace us
Like - mommy always said beware of the dangers
Embrace genuine love, be careful of strangers
Cause when you are the best they try to weaken and change us
They don't recognize at first but always do when you're famous
Like - I live my life bold and courageous
And invest my time and always calculatin my wages
And let me lead the march, they'll probably start to parade us
Because you know that I'm comin to SAVE US

[Chorus]

[Busta Rhymes]
I spread my wings takin off properly
I laugh at muh'fuckers that'll think they can top me
I laugh harder cause somebody said that they dropped me
When I'm flyin through the sky now how the hell they gon' stop me
Like - most of the time it's good to be patient
Now I'm back with the crack, sorry for keepin you waitin
Prepare the food right for the street and season the steak and
grab a champagne glass and put it up, we celebratin
Like - and tell me who you tryin to race with (who?)
If you ain't notice nigga I be ridin a spaceship
I'm light years ahead and way beyond all the fake shit
I gotta stay away from trash because I probably'll break shit
Like - I know it's kinda hard to believe this (why?)
The way I always come back and return with the heat bitch
This shit ain't a secret, son it's hard to defeat this
Risin out the ashes, flyin like a PHOENIX

[Chorus]

[Busta Rhymes]
See now you see I'm back in the zone, B
And it feels good to be home with Sylvia Rhone see
Back to smash on the planet, niggaz know I'm the only
one to be back with the authentic to smash all the phonies
Like - we mostly do the thing that you can't teach
And then send 'em a rhyme into that bullshit you can't reach
Then I give you shit that make the hood wanna bang in the street
And state my word is bond, I live out what I SPEAK nigga!

[Chorus]

Hustler's Anthem '09 Lyrics – Busta Rhymes

It's too late to turn back now nigga
Getcha money getcha money (two times)
Hey I'm bout to act up in a wondertrip on their ass
T-pain yeah

You should already know when I walk in the door
That it ain't no use in frontin' on me
I'm a hustle I'm a do my thing
You already know what it's gon' be
I keep hustlin
I keep hustlin
I keep hustlin
And if you feel me put your hands up
And come and sing the hustler's anthem with me

Lalalala
Yeah
Lalalala
Keep hustlin dog
Keep hustlin dog
Yeah
Yeah
Lalalalalala
Lalalala
Keep hustlin
Yeah
Okay
Let's go

What it do, what it do all day
Come through and get it jumpin'
Throwin' money away
It don't matter if you're hustlin' a bundle of yay
Or you got a 9 to 5
Let the champagne spray

Boom click a little don of the red rose
Two chicks on my arm when I step okay
Gillette razor sharp
You know the boy don't play
BC ten drop me in Sandro pey
Let the money machine roll on
We been needin' a nigga like you in the street so long
Everytime you drops yakkin'
You do no wrong
You hata niggas
I know your forte
We blind your little shine
Fuck what you portrait
While you leave
Your lil chick wanna stay
And if you violate
I assure you'll all gon' pay

You should already know when I walk in the door
That it ain't no use in frontin' on me
I'm a hustle I'm a do my thing
You already know what it's gon' be
I keep hustlin
I keep hustlin
I keep hustlin
And if you feel me put your hands up
And come and sing the hustler's anthem with me

Lalalala
Yeah
Lalalala
Keep hustlin dog
Keep hustlin dog
Yeah
Yeah
Lalalalalala
Lalalala
Keep hustlin
Yeah
Okay
Let's go

Hey girl
The god's back in town
You ain't gonna wanna miss it
When the shit go down
We celebratin' like we throwin' money around
Bring a lot of 'tron
We bout to order a couple of rounds

Look
I know at times it probably seem like the hardest
When you ain't got it
But you gotta go and get it regardless
Check it
Get on your hustle homie
Get up and go
And do it proper
For the veteran knows
And go and cop an island
And do a lot so I can stack up a
With a couple billion with a stash in the flow
Up in the mansion, listen
I'm only tellin' you the theme of this caper
Is get your paper
Let's keep it goin'

You should already know when I walk in the door
That it ain't no use in frontin' on me
I'm a hustle I'm a do my thing
You already know what it's gon' be
I keep hustlin
I keep hustlin
I keep hustlin
And if you feel me put your hands up
And come and sing the hustler's anthem with me

Lalalala
Yeah
Lalalala
Keep hustlin dog
Keep hustlin dog
Yeah
Yeah
Lalalalalala
Lalalala
Keep hustlin
Yeah
Okay
Let's go

Kiddie bangin' at random
And the way the nigga hustle
It's like he's throwin' a tantrum
Tryin' to hustle
Cop a plane
A couple ships
You hustle up on the block
Some niggas hustle at random
Now
As long as you can go and muscle a grip
Whether you shinin' from a grind
Or you hustle legit
Either way get money nigga
Turn on the switches
For power hustlin'
And stack all your riches
That's how we on it

You should already know when I walk in the door
That it ain't no use in frontin' on me
I'm a hustle I'm a do my thing
You already know what it's gon' be
I keep hustlin
I keep hustlin
I keep hustlin
And if you feel me put your hands up
And come and sing the hustler's anthem with me

Lalalala
Yeah
Lalalala
Keep hustlin dog
Keep hustlin dog
Yeah
Yeah
Lalalalalala
Lalalala
Keep hustlin
Yeah
Okay
Let's go

Kill Dem Lyrics – Busta Rhymes

[Intro: Pharrell (Busta Rhymes)]
Ho! (Hmmm! Eh!) Ho! (Hmmm! Eh!) Hey! (Hmmm! Eh!) Ho! (Hmmm! Eh!)

[Verse 1: Busat Rhymes]
What di blooclaat yuh a talk bout when mi in di place and yuh see di bwoy a walk bout (TRUE!)
Don use two ting park outside a di club and yuh see police chalk out (Hmmm!)
A likkle eediat bwoy mass out see di pretty gal dem side a di place pass out
(HEH HEH HEH HEH!!!!) True mi a luagh out
Come through and mek di people too massive mi caan south
Di likkle fool fool bwoy cross out and mi in di place yuh know seh mi a shine floss out
(GWAAN SHINE RUDEBWOY!) Yuh nuh see boss deh bout
True and when mi a talk yuh fi shut yuh mouth
Look, any bwoy waan test blast out pop coppa shot yuh should a tek anodda ras rout
Now before mi get ready fi flash out bring two big batty gal back a mi ras house

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes (*Pharrell) (Tosh)]
A KILL DEM!!! (And one and two and three and four lick a shot more fire!!!!)
A KILL DEM!!! (And one and two and three and four lick a shot more fire!!!!)
(*Look at that muffin!) (What di bloodclaat dem a talk bout!) (*Look at that muffin!)
A KILL DEM!!! (*Look at that muffin!) (*Look at that muffin!)
(Dem a know seh we run this bloodclaat round here!)
(*Look at that muffin!) (Weh dem a really a deal wid?) (*Look at that muffin!)
A KILL DEM!!! (*Look at that muffin!) (Yuh nuh know seh a we run this bumbohole!)
(*Look at that muffin!) (YAH HEAR MI!!!!!!!!!)

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
Concrete control everyting inna di bloodclaat street (EH!!!!)
It nuh really matta weh dem waan speak bare cocksman deh bout we nuh eat people meat
(TRUE!) Nuff woman in di place dem a bleach when yuh hear big tune more fire dem a preach (HA!)
When man pull up and di tire dem a screech whole heap a excitement when dem find out seh we reach
Now, when, big man come through have manners, cau mi nuh know weh dem a try do
Yo, oonu fi know seh we nuh skin out bwoy who waan test ol' dutty big gunman crew (RAH!)
Gal see mi and she seh Mr. Rhymes tek wine, nuh matta gun inna yuh waistline (CHO!!!!)
Now yuh know seh she know di routine mi a beat dat and tek it to anodda extreme

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes (*Pharrell) (Tosh)]
A KILL DEM!!! (And one and two and three and four lick a shot more fire!!!!)
A KILL DEM!!! (And one and two and three and four lick a shot more fire!!!!)
(*Look at that muffin!) (What di bloodclaat dem a talk bout!) (*Look at that muffin!)
A KILL DEM!!! (*Look at that muffin!) (*Look at that muffin!)
(Dem a know seh we run this bloodclaat round here!)
(*Look at that muffin!) (Weh dem a really a deal wid?) (*Look at that muffin!)
A KILL DEM!!! (*Look at that muffin!) (Yuh nuh know seh a we run this bumbohole!)
(*Look at that muffin!) (YAH HEAR MI!!!!!!!!!)

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Everytime mi hear di most wickedest ting I'm still inna mi prime (True!)
Whole heap a people still inna di line watch how dem a wait fi see mi every bloodclaat time
Big batty mi must fill up dat when mi touch sound selecta must puul up dat
(BO BO BO BO BO BO BO BO!!!!!!!!) Yuh see di dancehall packed
Nuff shot fire till somebody lay dung flat
Hey! And if yuh really wanna know who a di maddest is
Mi when mi siddung and a bun nuff chalice
Now! I mon waan know dem a manage and mi dun dance till every bloodclaast vanish (HA!)
From Brooklyn way dung a Buckingham Palace bare pretty gal a par and yuh know we a di baddest
More fire bun di place wid a book a matches gal tek wuk from when mi a dig inna yuh crotches

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes (*Pharrell) (Tosh)]
A KILL DEM!!! (And one and two and three and four lick a shot more fire!!!!)
A KILL DEM!!! (And one and two and three and four lick a shot more fire!!!!)
(*Look at that muffin!) (What di bloodclaat dem a talk bout!) (*Look at that muffin!)
A KILL DEM!!! (*Look at that muffin!) (*Look at that muffin!)
(Dem a know seh we run this bloodclaat round here!)
(*Look at that muffin!) (Weh dem a really a deal wid?) (*Look at that muffin!)
A KILL DEM!!! (*Look at that muffin!) (Yuh nuh know seh a we run this bumbohole!)
(*Look at that muffin!) (YAH HEAR MI!!!!!!!!!)

Arab Money Lyrics – Busta Rhymes

[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Ron Browz, yes!
Oh, we back in the most amazin' way
Well, lemme introduce you to the new talk
Let's get straight to it
C'mon!

[Chorus: Ron Browz]
Shalai Lai Lai Halilili Hai Lo!
Hi Li Ba Lai Hey Hi Li Bai Lo!
We gettin' Arab money!
We gettin' Arab money!
Ha La Shiki Hai Lili Ba La!
Milli Ai Lai Shi Lili Ba La!
We gettin' Arab money!
We gettin' Arab money!

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Now, there ain't no way that you could kill the beast dead
I got Middle East women and Middle East bread
I got oil well money in the desert playing golf
Dolce shorts, dashiki with a Louie Scarf
Chest cold, diamonds make a nigga wanna cough
In Dubai, 20 million on the villa loft
And then I step up in the club and then these other niggas mad as shit
The way I make the people wanna sing the hook in Arabic!

[Chorus: Ron Browz]
Shalai Lai Lai Halilili Hai Lo!
Hi Li Ba Lai Hey Hi Li Bai Lo!
We gettin' Arab money!
We gettin' Arab money!
Ha La Shiki Hai Lili Ba La!
Milli Ai Lai Shi Lili Ba La!
We gettin' Arab money!
We gettin' Arab money!

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
Seven star hotels, Maybach, movie sick
Big bitches, knock-kneed camel-toed groupie shit
Women walk around while security on camelback
Club on fire now, niggas don't know how to act
Sittin' in casinos while I'm gamblin' with Arafat
Money long, watch me purchase pieces of the Almanac
Y'all already know, I got the streets buzzin'
While I make you bow down and make Salaat like a Muslim

[Chorus: Ron Browz]
Shalai Lai Lai Halilili Hai Lo!
Hi Li Ba Lai Hey Hi Li Bai Lo!
We gettin' Arab money!
We gettin' Arab money!
Ha La Shiki Hai Lili Ba La!
Milli Ai Lai Shi Lili Ba La!
We gettin' Arab money!
We gettin' Arab money!

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
See, now I take trips to Baghdad dummy
While I use stacked chips and count Arab money now
I don't need to get fresh, about to grow a beard duke
So much cake even the money look weird too
Domestic bread, and I'm broad, I'm tryna eat right
Prince Alwali, Bin Talal, Al Saul
They respect the value of my worth in Maui, Malaysia
Iran and Iraq, Saudi Arabia!

[Chorus: Ron Browz]
Shalai Lai Lai Halilili Hai Lo!
Hi Li Ba Lai Hey Hi Li Bai Lo!
We gettin' Arab money!
We gettin' Arab money!
Ha La Shiki Hai Lili Ba La!
Milli Ai Lai Shi Lili Ba La!
We gettin' Arab money!
We gettin' Arab money!

I'm A Go And Get My... Lyrics – Busta Rhymes

Mike Epps

My name is P-Shake
I'm a number runner
And I just wanna let you know that
I'm gettin' that Arab money
I'm gettin' that Chinese money
I'm gettin' that mother fucking British Columbia money
Nigga basically what I'm sayin' is yo dolla ain't shit you feel me
And bullshit ain't nothing but chewed up grass
And thats a big black ball that come out of a cows ass
So the next time you see that anointed bitch you know
Bend her spin and go up in her and let her know
Bitch there is no dinner
These are the reason and these are the number I got for ya and is
13,20,27,38
25,27,13,20,27th,38's dododo dodo

[Chorus X2]
I'm a go and get my 25 over on 27th
Be back in 13 minutes or either 20
Get back with 27 niggas with them 38's dododo dodo

See there was this situation with a couple niggas I was peepin
The way they was movin analyzin the shit they was doin in the club
Grillin and screwin their faces up
Felt like they chilled and moved a couple places up laying me close
But I'm sayin we most...ly be in a spot celebratin somethin and probably makin a toast
Party to we Probably shakin the coast and hardly ever start a problem unless you gotta
I'm sayin we suppose to be enjoyin ourself nigga
Cause entrepreneur and gwap connesuirs Employin ourself niggas
Explotin my wealth with the company and people
Until a hater got to anointin himself too be the one to come in
And had a couple dudes to support him actin all like sure like he had the thing on him
And then after we finish beatin on him now he know we ain't playin
That's when he walked away sayin

[Chorus X2]
I'm a go and get my 25 over on 27th
Be back in 13 minutes or either 20
Get back with 27 niggas with them 38's dododo dodo

Shit is really bug to me
How some of these niggas they be comin and settin theyself up to you hit them
And gettin theyself up in the altercations they don't really be needin
Until it's to late and they realize that a body part is bleedin
Instead of bein out and enjoyin the people they be actin all tough yappin and bluffin
Instead of bein all peaceful the partially thugs be spreadin like cancer
Frontin like gangsters until you bust their head and they lookin like dancers
While they leanin and the rockin with after
You could've avoided BEEF! this shit is annoying CHEIF!
Cause now you got the bouncer stoppin the door
Can't let nobody else is gettin in cause we moppin the floor wit ya
Instead you could have came to party and be ??
Bag you a chick while you sipin on somethin but
Instead you chose to do somethin that made us
Fuck yo shit up for playin now what the fuck is he sayin.

[Chorus X2]
I'm a go and get my 25 over on 27th
Be back in 13 minutes or either 20
Get back with 27 niggas wit them 38's dododo dodo.

We Want In Lyrics – Busta Rhymes

[Chorus: Ron Browz]
If two dollars gettin made, we want in
If a stock is gettin trade, we want in
A record gettin played, we want in
A message to the game, that we want in
Whoaaaaaaohhh, we want in
Whoaaaaaaohhh, this is a fair warning
Whoaaaaaaohhh, we want in
Whoaaaaaaohhh, this is a fair warning

[Busta Rhymes]
Ha, hey ma! Look your child's grown
And I built somethin, Flipmode is touchin down stone
Look you shouldn't have no fear
And now we bringin the streets back, look how it feel out here
Now y'all respect the hard work, but I don't care nigga
We all tryin to eat you better learn how to share
You see the moral of the story and from how it begins
is I'm extortin this whole shit - nigga I want in!

[Chorus]

[Spliff Star]
Open up the blood clat door let me in
before I let the barrel spin and fire off the pin
This is my block (block) this is my shop (shop)
Fuck a ex-cuse, give me mines off the top
What'chu waitin on? All my patience is gone
I ain't waitin on no man, I stick to the program
Keep the pockets bulky like the muscles on Conan, swollen
European cars I be rollin - Spliff!

[Chorus]

[Show Money]
Geah niggaz, this is your fair warning
I give one soo woo to the gang and they on it (soo woo)
Cause you know how I think, drugs and extortion
We tired of waitin nigga we want our portion
You know what we endorsin, more violence and more fortune
Watch how you play with them boys - use caution
It's {Money Roll} geah
And that whole motherfuckin Flipmode, don't cross them

[Chorus]

We Miss You Lyrics – Busta Rhymes

[Chorus: DeMarco & Jelly Roll]
The way I rep the street and how a nigga killin every single second
They say I'm doin too muuuuuuuch
I try to step back just a little just to give niggaz a chance
But as you've seen they really couldn't do muuuuuuuch
Even when I'm layin low I put it down for every city and every borough
I love to put the hood uuuuuuup
I disappear just for a minute and it's funny when the same people say
we hate the fact that you gone - SO NOW THE HOOD BE SAYIN!!
Ahhh-ahhh-ahhh-ahhh, we miss you, oh and we love what you doin sayin [3X]
Ahhh-ahhh-ahhh-ahhh, we miss youuuuu, ahh-ahh-ahh

[Busta Rhymes]
Jack, lemme, lemme show you niggaz progress
Layin the law like I'm the head of Congress
Jewelry layin like a baby on they mom's breast
GUESS WHAT?! I'm 'bout to drop another bomb - YES!! YES!!
Back with the crack, fiends get in line
Feds patrollin the strip, see it's election time
Mr. Rhymes thirsty to lock up every town bagged
Money heavy like we carryin babies in them brown bags
Like my brown Louis luggage, I'm in a brown suit
A rare Louis collection, pushin a brown Coupe
Paint job sick like a bitch leakin out brown douche
Hundred EX Phantom, suck in the brown pew
Banned, cigar man now look around you
People gather like they done finally found the truth
Every word so compellin; I'm burnin down the booth
Now if you niggaz need proof LISTEN!!

[Chorus]

[Busta Rhymes]
Check - all rise, niggaz get it straight (ha)
I rep the hood, rain hail snow and earthquake (ha)
I'm past rattlin buildings, I make the earth shake (OH!)
And make the hood wanna rebel and start to hurt Jake (Jake)
Like how the pavement lay on every street
I turn savage and grow fangs when I'm on every beat
There's never been any problem! We harbor heavy heat
You niggaz know that he got 'em, so listen when he speak
Go 'head niggaz! Peep how I'm rollin up my sleeves on 'em
Boa constrictor flow I'm 'bout to put the squeeze on 'em
My money speak a different language, Lebonese on 'em
And turn it up another two thousand degrees on 'em
GET 'EM! I dress bummy in Bugati, stupid
And drown cities when I give you that tsunami music
And watch my HOOD niggaz spaz, peep the way I do it
Long as you know who be the greatest DON'T CONFUSE IT

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Yah!! Busta Rhymes, come fi take over
Yah!! Watch you dance, or you a lead
Yah!! C'mon go... yah!! Aight... [fades]

Sugar Lyrics – Busta Rhymes

[Busta]
Hey baby put your hand on my heart tell me if you ever felt a heartbeat like this

[Jelly Roll - hook]
Boom boom boom boom BOOM is the sound that you hear
From my heart beating hard like a bass drum
Zoom zoom zoom zoom ZOOM as my blood starts to raise through
My vains all I wanna is to be close to you
I like you in those boots, you know just what to do
Girl let me see those tattoos im gonna ride with you
Rite here’s the perfect place for me to kiss and f**k you
I can’t wait to taste your SUGAR

[Busta]
I want to taste your body
I want to taste your face
I want to taste your breast taste below your waste
That’s some of my many wishes
Fresh out the bubble bath girl you taste so delicious
From when you leave and go to work and how you blow me kisses
The way you come back to the crib and cook and wash the dishes
It’s kinda hard to fight it once the fire is ignited
You feel my heart beat baby you got me so excited

[hook]

I can’t explain the feelin
It’s such an amazing thing
You like a prize position
A gift to any king or wings
Is only here to protect us
No matter what we go through
And how it might affect us
Tired of the lectures
A piece to tell me to chill
But they don’t really understand what im tryin to build
But I brush it off as nothing
Baby let me tell you something
Every single time I see you my adrenalin be rushin

[hook]

[Jelly Roll]
Your body is smoking like a Newport
Better yet im backwards
You like it in the back seat case baby girl your that hood
I never had it how you put it on me
The way you move is makin me horny
Man I just wanna kiss you all over you body stretch you like palates
Baby lets get naughty do it how we do fuckin all around the house
Started on the bed ended up on the couch

Damm I touch you and you touch me
We get closer and you hold me like your holdin
On for dear life boldly
And we go out on the balcony
And let our bodies wrap up and we fuck
Until the sun come up housekeepin come and catch us
I don’t care thou u takin it im givin it we breakin it
Everything up in the room like a tornado in the makin
And im wildin and im racing baby let me take you down
And while you give it to me let me give it back girl listen to the sound as it goes

[hook]

Don't Believe 'Em Lyrics – Busta Rhymes

[Intro: Akon (T.I.)]
When they tell you that you'll never get over (ha ha ha)
Just tell 'em they're number one (el capitan partner)
You're a champion (yeah, the Ali of my day, you know me)
Don't believe 'em when they try to say it's over!
(I can't hear ya, I'm way up here, what you say?)
Just tell 'em they're number one (it's over for who, numero uno partner)
You're a champion (ha ha ha, let's go Bust!)

[Busta Rhymes]
Now, there's, nothin you can do to stop a nigga from within
With the hunger of a lion I secure another win (hey!)
So passionate, you might even misinterpret it as arrogant
I'm goin in (hey!)
I'ma make the world feel my pain
while I'm showin you my muscle and I hustle through the game
And even though they leave us in the hood like we ain't SHIT
We ain't got nothin but EVERYTHING to gain
Look, even if a muh'fucker try to pop me
I'm so BLESSED - do anything that you could do to stop me (STOP ME)
Now I'm climbin up the ladder and I'm jumpin at the top
You might wanna call me - ROCKY
See there's more of us - UGLY
You don't really wanna war with us - TRUST ME
So glorious, that we from the bottom
Still we victorious - HUG ME

[Chorus: Akon (Busta Rhymes)]
I see it in your eyes, it ain't hard to tell
They're watchin you (can't nobody ever stop what I'm doin)
They just tellin you lies, they want you to fail
They're plottin on you (and they can never stop my movement!)
Sooooo, don't believe 'em when they try to say it's over
(You know exactly what to tell 'em!)
Just tell 'em they're number one (number one)
You're a champion!

[T.I.]
Hey, see the websites lyin tryin to block my shine
Don't you know you never will stop my grind?
In a drop-top flyin like I don't got time
Got e'rybody surprised that I won't drop dimes
What's on yo' mind? Best get me off it
At least quit lyin if you must keep talkin
Go on with the nonsense, best keep walkin
Boy how you sue us, send the lawyers to the office
A lot of y'all got sprung like that shawty
Couple months off, I'll be right back shawty
With a brand new swag and a brand new .40
And a brand new ride, give a damn who saw it
Nation-wide news, nigga yeah you saw it
Shawty need a bodyguard for his bodyguard, don't he?
Tip fallin off sound kinda odd, don't it?
Y'all hate to see me ball? Take it up with God homie

[Chorus]

[Busta Rhymes]
Any situation where you might get FED UP
Gotta stay focused, homie keep your head up
It don't really matter what the next one is doin
Homie gotta handle your business and then you better STEP UP
Live to the fullest for the dream you're pursuin
Ain't nothin in the work gon' really stop what you're doin (OHH!)
Go hard no matter what they be sayin
Nigga don't quit cause you know we gotta keep it movin (OHH!)
Take a look and see yourself in me
Cause it's all about we (WE)
Me and you securin a win together
So we could be the best that we could ever be (OHH!)
Stay up on your grind, be the first one to - SET IT
People try to shut me down, I won't - LET IT
I'm so stubborn for the success
You know my motto - don't stop, get it, get it!

[Chorus]

[Akon]
Tell 'em they're number one [repeat to fade]

Decision Lyrics – Busta Rhymes

I made a decision, despite all the things that we go thru
I'm going to take more time with you, and be a friend indeed
I made a decision, that everything will be alright
Going to stay strong and keep it tight, I'll be there indeed

Let me talk to you, when it feels like the sun ain't shining bright enough
It's like the devil's trying to work to give ??
And though I'm blessed, I still gotta handle of things I go through
It's good to have a friend, with another perspective to show you
Someone you know that knows you, and gives you motivation
Someone that you can go to, and vent your frustration
We always talk about our peeps, how we be everywhere
When you need 'em the most, are they really ever there?
See , every thing be all good when we be havin' fun
The difference is really needing a friend than having one
It's good when your peoples are there to help your problems
And help you smile about it while finding a way to solve it
Look at hear, let me keep it at 100 and let me tell ya
How you hold me down is something I genuinely value
I got a clearer view, and being that you're always here for me I'll be here for you

I made a decision, despite all the things that we go thru
I'm going to take more time with you, and be a friend indeed
I made a decision, that everything will be alright
Going to stay strong and keep it tight, I'll be there indeed

Well, how you been baby? But I'm sayin'
Even though we probably link up every now and then
With minimal convo, look it's real good to see you friend
Something that we allow that I don't even have to mention
Is whether or not you got me, that's something that I never question
Sometimes I feel that the people that I love don't appreciate me
And some hate to see the shit I've been going through lately
See you was here, when it started to haywire
You're still here, walkin with me going thru the fire
And I really love you for it, I know you all relate too
On everything that I believe and I appreciate it you
And just for that, it don't matter you can put that on my name
The way you rep me, let me be there just for you the same
Sometimes the pressure and the pain, it be wearin' me out
But I thank you for just bein' there and for hearin' me out
I got a clearer view, I thank God that you're here for me and I'm here for you

I made a decision, despite all the things that we go thru
I'm going to take more time with you, and be a friend indeed
I made a decision, that everything will be alright
Going to stay strong and keep it tight, I'll be there indeed

I, look in your eye, and I see the pain in it
Life's a game, maybe the game did it
I know I changed, they say the fame did it
Life's changed, maybe the game did it
Two friends, now in two different places
And the mister catchin' planes, and you catching cases
Friendship, we never based it on position
No matter the game, we both shared the same vision
Decisions to split us in the place that life seemed to hit us
I would come to town and never get up, with you
Around then, things weren't so simple
I had my own issues that I was trying to get through
Outside chatter, messing with our mental
On the chase of ?? trust, you can't forget to
It's the real friends, that you've got to tend to
No matter how far, just know that I'm with you

I made a decision, despite all the things that we go thru
I'm going to take more time with you, and be a friend indeed
I made a decision, that everything will be alright
Going to stay strong and keep it tight, I'll be there indeed

I made a decision..

World Go Round Lyrics – Busta Rhymes

(naku penda piya - naku taka
Piya-mpenziwe)
(I love you too - I want you
Too-my love)

Liberian girl ... .
You came and you changed
My world
A love so brand new
Liberian girl ... .
You came and you changed
Me girl
A feeling so true

Liberian girl
You know that you came
And you changed my world,
Just like in the movies,
With two lovers in a scene
And she says ... .
"do you love me"
And he says so endlessly ... .
"I love you, liberian girl"

(naku penda piya - naku taka
Piya-mpenziwe)
(I love you too - I want you
Too-my love)

Liberian girl ... .
More precious than
Any pearl
Your love so complete
Liberian girl ... .
You kiss me then,
Ooh, the world
You do this to me

Liberian girl
You know that you came
And you changed my world,
Just like in the movies,
With two lovers in a scene
And she says,

"do you love me"
And he says so endlessly
"I love you, liberian girl"
(naku penda piya - naku taka
Piya-mpenziwe)
(I love you too - I want you
Too-my love)

Liberian girl
You know that you came
And you changed my world,
I wait for the day,
When you have to say
"I do, "
And I'll smile and say it too,
And forever we'll be true
I love you, liberian girl,
(girl)
All the time

I love you liberian girl,
(girl)
All the time

I love you liberian girl,
(girl)
All the time

I love you liberian girl,
(girl)
All the time

I love you
(girl)
I love you baby

I want you
I love you baby
Ooh!
(girl)
I love you baby,
I want you baby, ooh!
(girl)

If You Don't Know Now You Know Lyrics – Busta Rhymes

[Intro]
We're live in five, four, three, two, ONE!

[Big Tigger]
Welcome everybody, you are "Live in the Den"
With Big Tigger hangin out today with one of my friends

[Busta Rhymes (Tigger)]
Whattup, okay if you ain't know it be one of the best of all time
Busta Bust for short, for some better know me Bust' Rhymes
(What's good?) Maintainin (same here, just smashin)
(How the fam?) They all good my nigga, thanks for askin
You and yours?

[Big Tigger (Busta)]
We all blessed, things ain't too bad
Still dealin with last year's sudden loss of my dad
(Man, my condolences) Thanks dawg, let's begin
Ain't seen you in a sec, Busta what you been up to since then?

[Busta Rhymes]
Stayin healthy and keepin it movin while I just be showin
these other niggaz how to do it while I'm constantly growin
I've been learnin a lot, and still earnin a lot of money crazy
Doin my thing and securin a win for all my babies

[Big Tigger]
Aight, well it's clear in this new year you've been busy
But how you been dealin with the drama of the loss of your man Izzy?

[Busta Rhymes]
It's been one of the most traumatic times and I'll never forget it
I'm survivin, thus bein a punchin bag for those affected
It's somethin that I accepted, it was hard to understand
the way things happen, but in the end I guess it's God's plan

[Big Tigger]
Word, heard you beefin with five-oh, couple cases on rotation
And on top of that, Bust' Rhymes is now on probation?

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, and I thank Judge Stevens and we was happy to see
that he ain't send me up north cause I got a family to FEED

[Big Tigger]
Changed your image up last year, cut the dreads down low
And also, gave the appearance of some major muscles
Now on the low streets been talkin like it usually do
Busta Bust, help us out, the public needs to know

[Busta Rhymes]
Just for the record the reason a nigga cut off the dread
I had to shed, tired of carryin weight on my head
Secondly, it's all good when niggaz talk, well they need to back it up
Only needles I use is when I tat-tat-tat it up

[Big Tigger (Busta)]
Uhh, some people sayin you changed, even your Flipmode fam (uh-huh)
I heard the word's came safe from Rah Digga and Baby Sham (right)
Said you (Passed the Courvoisier) to pick up a gun
Said you more concerned about bein hard than havin fun

[Busta Rhymes]
Yo, wow Tig', I see you takin it there; you got your arsenal, huh?
I think I know where you got that from, that Vibe article bruh
The press'll turn your family against each other for 'fetti, to sell a book
Besides we all talked already and we good

[Big Tigger (female)]
Wowwww, that's what's up, be clear it's goin down
And if you wanna holla at Bust call us up right now
Phone lines is open, what y'all, wanna discuss?
What's good caller, you "Live in the Den" with Big Tig' and Bust
(Hey Tig'!) What's good ma? (Enjoyin the show)
(But there's somethin about Busta I've been dyin to know)
Well holla at him

[unknown female (Busta)]
Hey Busta (what's good ma?)
I've been a fan since way back when you dropped "Woo-Hah"
(Woo-hah!!) Yeahhhh, that was my joint
Every album since then always been on point
(Thank you) Videos and big shows is hardcore
So why you think your albums haven't sold more?

[Busta Rhymes]
Well baby, the nature of the business is unstable
Especially when your project ain't properly promoted by your label
E'ry album I put out gold or platinum, just a second
Check the hardware on my walls is major, just for the record

[Big Tigger]
Read about you in a book or two
Now tell me Bust, please discuss, were they all lies or some of it true?

[Busta Rhymes]
Well I read about you in a couple of books too son
But I don't even know, tell me which book you readin from

[Big Tigger] Aight, next caller

[unknown female (Busta)]
Hey Busta, heard about you on Miss Jones
(Why you bringin up old shit? You need to leave that alone)
So I'm sayin, is it true what she said?
Did you jump right out from between her legs and start fryin eggs?

[Busta Rhymes]
I can't remember exactly but I used to ride to her hood
and pick her up all hours a night, thought the pussy was good
'Bout 15 years ago, shit
I can't imagine she'd remember that a nigga made a mean egg sandwich

[Big Tigger]
I seen a couple websites try to put you on blast (uh-huh)
with your relationship with homegirl with the real fat ass

[Busta Rhymes]
Who? You talkin 'bout Deelishis? Yeah her body is vicious
She like trouble; thus we only friends, y'all made us a couple

[Big Tigger]
How do you deal with the gossip, rumors and lies
and feelin like each and every move you make is analyzed?

[Busta Rhymes]
Yo, it's all good, you see the blessing is a gift and a curse
To be in a position I am, shit could be worse

[Big Tigger]
I know my time's runnin short so let me get to this thought
I'm sure you wanna thank your fans for all of their support

[Busta Rhymes]
Absolutely, see y'all are why I shine like the sun
Big up to all my peeps who been ridin with me since day one
It's why I walk the streets with pride, you niggaz know how I shit it
It's why I rep it thorough for all the fans who stay committed

[Big Tigger]
Busta, now you've been gettin it in since way back when
So what you say to critics sayin you can't do it again?

[Busta Rhymes]
See I ain't gotta say shit to 'em, I'm off to somethin else
Nigga check my résumé, bitch it speak for itself
It's why I always do what I do, and I big up my chest
God put his hands on me, you could see that I'm blessed
And I'm grateful

[Big Tigger]
AIGHT! It's time to go
But I thank y'all for tunin on in to the "Live in the Den" show

[Busta Rhymes]
And if you don't knowww, now you know
And if you don't knowww, now you know, nigga

[Outro: Tigger (Busta)]
Holla Busta [both men ad libbing]
(Yes, yes, yes) [ad libbing]
(Yes, yes, yes) [laughing]
That's what's up man, holla (ha ha ha, you crazy nigga)

"The Big Bang" (2006)

Get You Some Lyrics – Busta Rhymes

[Chorus]
[Marsha] Money, cars, clothes, sexy broads, plenty more, go.. get you some
[Q-Tip] Mansion, lots, planes, Phantoms, bitch you better...
[Marsha] Go.. get you some
[Q-Tip] Hustlin, jugglin, robbin, stealin shit, I gotta get this fuckin
[Marsha] Money, cars, clothes, sexy broads, plenty more, go.. get you some
[Q-Tip] Fortune, power, fame, passion for this shit you need to...
[Marsha] Go.. get you some
[Q-Tip] Don't stop, nigga we ain't done, gun it through your fuckin road block

[Busta Rhymes]
I'm sayin who told y'all to let a muhfucker back on the block
with the bullshit, see y'all done fucked up now!
Turn the volume up and bang it out the trunk now!
You gotta problem son? Imagine how the club sound
Look and see I'm ready to spark it
Soon as I zoom on my target, muhfucker better roll out the carpet
See the way I comin through, and how I kick in the door
Watch how I coffee grind like never before.. the way I wreck from the door
So I mack wit' em, passin em, when I'm speakin
I'm preachin, all my niggaz out in EVERY HOOD!
You tryin to compete? You better be INCREDIBLY GOOD!
Niggaz you want heat? I figured you would!
That's I waste no time to give it to you niggaz (this time)
And give you all the jewels in (this rhyme), and then I put it down to you all!
I can't get enough of it niggaz, I gotta ex-plore (many)
All of my options, I gotta get me plenty more...

[Chorus]

[Busta Rhymes]
A lot of niggaz shit sound dated
I'm like Shaq, franchise player just got traded
to the number one team in the league
See I ain't on J Records, I'm on DRE Records, Aftermath BITCH!
You need to learn 'cause you ain't knowin the half, BITCH!
And while I'm gone I'm puttin dough in the stash, BITCH!
So new and fresh I say it again
So what it do, don't test see I'ma blaze to the end
I'm comin through, so confess you niggaz know who the kid
I'm like a newborn nigga, that's securing a win
(HOT!) So new and so current and they hate this
The streets'll classify in another level of greatness
I'm here to fix up the game, I'm givin it a facelift
New and improved, watch the way I make the game shift!
Now watch me swing it out the ballpark
I come to shut it down, don't let the war start while I come to get the...

[Chorus]

Touch It Lyrics – Busta Rhymes

"Touch it- bring it - pay it - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 6x]

[Intro]
Aiyyo Swizz I don't think they ready for this shit
Aiyyo let me take they ass back to the club real quick

[Verse 1]
(Get low Bus!) Who be the King of the Sound? (Uh huh)
Busta Bus back to just put a lock on a town (Uh huh)
Lot of my bitches be coming from miles around
See they be cumin (Uh!) cause they know how the God get down (TURN IT UP!!)
NOW YOU KNOW WHO holding THE THRONE SO GIMME THE CROWN (Huh)
NIGGAS SALUTING AND TRYING TO GIVE ME A POUND (Come on)
I DON'T REALLY FUCK WITH YOU NIGGAS YOU NIGGAS IS CLOWN
MAKING THE BITCHES STRIPPING THROW THEY SHIT ON THE GROUND
(Get low Bus!) Now that's the way that it goes (Uh huh)
When we up in the spot the shit be flooded with hoes (Come on)
See we a make it hot, the chicks will come out their clothes
That's when you get it (Huh) mami already know I suppose (TURN IT UP!!)
SHORTY WILDING AND SHORTY OPEN SHE BEASTING IT OUT
FOR THE RECORD (Huh) JUST A SECOND I'M FREAKING IT OUT (Come on)
WHILE SHE TRYING TO Touch SEE I WAS PEEPING IT OUT
SHE TURNED AROUND AND WAS TRYING TO PUT MY DICK IN HER MOUTH I LET HER

[Chorus]
"Touch it- bring it - pay it - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 4x]

[Verse 2]
(Get low Bus!) And as we started, got me ringing her bell (Uh huh)
When I come I be doing it and doing it well (Uh huh)
Then I beat up the coochie and be making it swell
Trying to hide the smell of the sex, spraying on the Chanel (TURN IT UP!)
THEN THEY TRY TO WALK WITH A STRUT SO NO ONE COULD TELL
HOW A NIGGA GOT IN THEY BUTT, MADE EVERYTHING JAIL
NOW THE TICKLE WILD LIKE A NUT, SHE BLOWING MY CELL (Come on)
CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF THE KID I PUT HER UNDER MY SPELL
(Get low Bus!) It's crowded mami move it along (Uh huh)
If you know you 'bout it then get to removing your thong (Uh huh)
To the whip in back of the truck that's where you belong
After the Yac, see the type of raunchy shit they be on (TURN IT UP!!)
STREET NIGGAS RESPECT IT BECAUSE MY MOVEMENT IS STRONG (Come on)
CAUSE WE CONSISTENTLY RAPPING SEE MY MONEY IS LONG
ALL MY BITCHES IS WITH ME SEE HOW THEY SINGING THE SONG
PLUS HOW WE GIVE YOU THE STICK AND WE BE DICKING ALONG, I LET HER

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
(Get low Bus!) The God of the black, see that I'm back (Uh huh)
Every single time that I drop, the shit is a wrap (Uh huh)
For the niggas hating the kid I'm close to strap
Cause all these bitches wanna come talk to sit on my lap (TURN IT UP!!)
EVERYTIME I GIVE YOU BANG SHIT TO KNOCK IN YOUR WHIP
NIGGA ALWAYS DO HIS THING BITCH LOCKING THE STRIP (Come on)
LOT OF MAMI'S IS DANCING AND THEY SHAKING THEY HIPS
AFTER THAT THEY GET LOW AND PUT THE THING ON THEIR LIPS, I LET 'EM

[Chorus]

How We Do It Over Here Lyrics – Busta Rhymes

[Missy] Bus-a-Bus baby-baby! Nooowww...

[Hook: Missy Elliott]
Pop yo' collars like this
Bottles up like this
Side to side like this
Holla if ya like this

[Chorus One: Missy Elliott]
See the ass? Touch me right there
Wanna touch my nookie baby? Touch me right there
Make me lose my mind baby? Touch me right there
Party over here, ain't shit over there!

[Busta Rhymes]
See how I'm drillin 'em baby?
It's Bus-a-Bus back bitch, I'm killin 'em crazy
We off the Relaxic, I'm spillin the gravy
Got every club packed thick, creating a frenzy
To be the latest greatest for all you niggaz from gazing
Bugatti off white tan, interior pastry
See my swagger sharp like that, these niggaz amaze me
As a matter a fact just salute me and praise me
Enough of that

[Missy Elliott]
We be up in the club, niggaz sportin them minks
Tipsy in the club, nigga buyin 'em drinks
Walk around lookin like our shit don't stink
Ice by my neck so bright, watch 'em blink

[Busta Rhymes]
Okay, now I got me a clear view
I like it when you get up and I'm lovin ya hairdo
The way you cross ya legs, ass spread in the chair you
The way ya clothes skimpy, so it's easy to tear through
Appreciate my presence, while I shine wit' a barrel
I came up wit' cut diamonds, obscure in a rare blue
Shorty ain't checkin for you, step to the way I do
Super senile, I ain't the one to compare to
Now she was sayin...

[Chorus Two: Missy Elliott]
See the ass? Touch me right there
Wanna touch my nookie baby? Touch me right there
Is that Dr. Dre baby? Touch me right there
Party over here, ain't shit over there!

[Hook]

[Busta] What you sayin Missy!?

[repeat Hook]

[Break]
[Busta] We got some shit for that ass
[Missy] Come on give it to me
[Busta] We got some shit for that ass
[Missy] Come on give it to me
[Busta] We got some shit for that ass
[Missy] Come on give it to me
[Busta] We got some shit for that ass girl

[Busta Rhymes]
Bounce back, brand new on the scene what?
Took a little minute, I'm back with the re-up
Switched it up a little bit, back with a clean cut
Shorty's lost her head, see all the koochies I cream up
I love the way she in all over the girls when I'm teaming up
It's gettin hotter in this bitch, windows are steaming up
Amazed by the pinky, neck, and wrist be gleaming up
How I dominate the scene, how a nigga be cleaning up
I see you liking everything, you see me and you
You frowning on your girl, like you ain't willing to share boo
The hotel ain't far, meet me there and if you
Ya girl looking like she wit' it, she can come/cum in too
You get impatient Ma, show you just how the kid move
I'm bangin in the truck, and let her watch in the rearview
See we don't really care about the niggaz who came through
over there 'cause over here, see I'ma show ya how we do
So check it baby...

[Chorus One]

[Busta Rhymes + Missy]
See it don't matter what ya doin over there
See we gets it poppin, that's how we do it over here
That's if we toss bottles, that's how we do it over here
Check it, floss models, that's how we do it over here
Listen, rare throttles, that's how we do it over here
Check it, ice collars, that's how we do it over here nigga
See it don't matter what ya doin over there
See we gets it poppin, that's how we do it over here (over here)

New York Shit Lyrics – Busta Rhymes

[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
DJ Scratch you sick for this one

[Swizz Beatz]
WOO! Come on! New York we back!!! (Swizzy!!!)

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
If you from New York stand up right now!
If you from New York hands up right now!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!

[Swizz Beatz]
Yeah! Yeah! I'm on my New York shit
Hat to the back on my New York shit
(WOO! WOO!) Yeah, I'm on my New York shit (Oh!)
Tims with the shorts on my New York shit (Come on!)
I'm on my New York shit, ridin on the train on my New York shit
Burner in the club on my New York shit
Razor in my mouth on my New York shit (Ladies and Gentlemen!!!)

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah! I'm on my New York shit
Got the world followin the New York script
Hustle with Tims and hoodies on my New York flip
Rubberband stack money with my New York click
Yeah! I'm on my New York shit
I rep the Giants, the Jets, New York Knicks
Taylor made clothin with my New York stitch
My chick bangin don't you see my New York bitch
Yeah! I'm on my New York shit
You niggaz know we deserve the props we get
Ridin up in therange I'm in my New York whip
International chicks on my New York dick
Yeah! I'm on my New York shit
See how I kill it with my New York spit
Thanks to the boroughs now I'm New York rich
The way I flood 'rm thoro with my New York hits

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
If you from New York stand up right now!
If your from New York hands up right now!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
(Talk to 'em)

[Swizz Beatz]
Yeah! Yeah! I'm on my New York shit
Kid Capri on my New York shit (Come on!)
DJ Red Alert on my New York shit (Bounce!)
Funkmaster Flex on my New York shit (Shit!)
WOO! I'm on my New York shit
B.I.G. on my New York shit
(WOO!) Big Pun on my New York shit
Jam Master Jay on my New York shit

[Busta Rhymes]
BVD's and durags nigga
Stand on the corners, God build on five percent lessons
Got a nickel crack hand on hand niggaz
On a hustle rebellin, while the D's calculatin who sellin
Sell drugs right in front of the deli
Pancho know what we doin and while we bubblin our corner be brewin
Introduce you to the new walk nigga, and the new talk nigga
That's how we do when we in New York niggaz
Yeah! Yeah! I'm on my New York shit
Every hood love me for my New York skill
I got alot of money on that New York strip
Gully rock a scully with a New York fit
Yeah! I'm on my New York shit
Run up in The Tunnel catch a New York vick
O.D.B. reppin New York sick
Shit you want the truth take a New York trip

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
If you from New York stand up right now!
If your from New York hands up right now!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah! I think it's about time for y'all to give New York there shit back
Y'all know where the crown belong, y'all know we started this shit
You know we gave birth to all of this shit
Don't get it confused nigga, Flipmode bitch!!! Full Surface bitch!!!
To the family that helped me get rich since day one
Chris Lighty, James Cruz, Mona Scott, the whole Violator family bitch!!!
Big up to Nas, big up to Jay-Z, big up to Roc-A-Fella, big up to Ruff Ryders
DMX, EPMD, Jazzy Joyce, Cocoa Chenelle, Green Lantern, Mister Cee, DJ Enuff
DJ Camilo, DJ Envy, Clue, Kay Slay, the voice of New York Angie Martinez
Grandmixer DST, yeah, Grandwizard Theodore
Grandmaster Flash, I'm a take it all the way back
Run-D.M.C., LL Cool J, Ralph McDaniels
Cold Crush Brothers, Fab 5 Freddy, Funky Four Plus One More, Zulu Nation
Spoony G, Five Percent Nation Of Islam, Yeah! Wu-Tang, Treacherous Three and all of that
Busy B whattup!!! Brucie B, Luv Bug Starski ya nah mean, Big Daddy Kane, Rakim, Kool G. Rap
We 'gon keep it goin, Public Enemy, B.D.P. I wanna big up producers like Pete Rock, Marley Marl
Premo, Eric "Vietnam" Sadler, Keith Shocklee, Large Professor, Easy Mo Bee, Diamond D
Howie T, Mantronix, yeah, Awesome Two, hey y'all I can't forget my nigga Biz Markie
Just Ice, Lord Finesse, MC Shan, Cutmaster DC, UTFO, Whodini, Doug E. Fresh, Slick Rick
Ultramagnetic, X-Clan, Nice N Smooth, yeah, aiyyo, let me big up my ladies!!!
My ladies and mothers of hip hop, MC Lyte, Salt N Pepa, Latifah, Sha Rock
All the Roxannes, The Real Roxanne, Roxanne Shante, yeah, Pebbly Poo
Yeah yeah we fuckin y'all head up boy, we takin it back nigga!!!!
NEW YORK YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS STAND UP NEW YORK!!!!
Yeah! I ain't finshed yet! Mr. Magic, Chuck Chillout, Audio Two
A Tribe Called Quest, De La Soul, Black Sheep, Jungle Brothers
Leaders Of The New School nigga! P. Diddy and the whole Bad Boy!
Brand Nubian nigga! A ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!! I ain't forgettin shit!
Kool Herc, Afrika Bambaata, the fathers of this shit, thank y'all

Been Through The Storm Lyrics – Busta Rhymes

[Chorus: Stevie Wonder]
Been through the storm, through the cold and rain
Everything's still the same
Can't control how I feel
Sometimes it's hard to keep it real
You see the luxuries in life, with the fortune and fame
Like them Cadillacs with sunroofs mayne
So many ways to make a dollar
Huh, sometimes I think about my father
You see my poppa was broke, and my momma was young
Tryin to blend in with them city folk
Every day landlord knockin down my do'
Wonderin where my next blessing is comin from

[Busta Rhymes]
My momma and poppa, moved to the U.S. as Jamaicans
Struggled to get visas and green cards through immigration
Though my pop was po', stayed away from crime and malice
Hard living gave him hard hands and callous
As a young'n, peep how much they loved each other's space
His hard hands rubbin against the pretty skin of my mother's face
Dig for treasure 'til his hands looked like hands of a junkie
So coarse, slap a mule and take the life from a donkey
On the other hand, mommy was the type to work two jobs
Never enough money, that's why I got your whole crew robbed
Got older, developed ways of grippin the steel
Barely home for me to see her, or get a good cooked meal
Seek refuge in the alleged land of the free, lookin
Blendin in with city folk, down in Flatbush Brooklyn
Feel a little of my pain, follow and sing to it
Homey I seen it all, if you ain't knowin I been through it
In other words I

[Chorus]

[Busta Rhymes]
Got a little older, late teens, me and my crew would huddle
On the corner late nights, plottin to escape struggle
Nights got cold and still would hustle in the same place
In front of Pancho Delis, now the freeze up on a nigga face
1987 Reaganomics ever curious
to visit other cities, out of town kick was serious
Guayanese jeans bounce, put whatever slinger on
Whatever slinger came back, quickly brought me right along
Nigga ran away from home
Doin different wild shit, just to put a pair of Filas on, 'Didas on
Wreck is all for the good, gettin into shit
Like we innocent, actin older than should
Walk around broke in the hood, watchin all the rich niggaz
These younger thugs who try to choke and try to get niggaz
Thinkin 'bout my mom and pop, while I'm monopolizin
To hell with just gettin by and economizin
It's kinda hard bein humble in the belly of struggle
Doin things that probably get you in trouble
That's why we stay up on the block, gettin money while we keepin it safe
In front of churchgoers keepin the faith
Mom and pop be worryin for they son
Despite they struggle and their honest livin look and see just what I become
A scavenger, in brute pursuit to be happy, another young'n that's wildin
Across the line until somebody tryin to cap me - ohhhh shit [gunfire]

[Outro: Stevie Wonder - singer slower with more ad libs]
I been through the storm
Through the cold and rain
Everything's still the same
Can't control how I feel
Sometimes it's hard to keep it real
Woooooooooooooo-whoahhhhhhhhhhhhh
Yeahhhhhhhhhhh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

In The Ghetto Lyrics – Busta Rhymes

[Busta Rhymes]
Y'know, my homey Treach from Naughty By Nature once said
If you ain't from the ghetto, don't COME to the fucking ghetto
But I'm gonna let one of our most immaculate tour guides
take us ALL through the ghetto - my nigga Rick James!

[Rick James - sampled from "Ghetto Life" + (backup singers)]
When I was a young boy, growing up in the ghetto!
Hangin out on corners, singin with the fellas
Lookin for the cute chicks, trying to find me big fun
Lookin for some trouble, or anyone who'll give me some
I was young and crazy! (In the ghetto)
Didn't know what my life would be (In the ghetto)
I was dumb and oh so lazy (In the ghetto)
Something had a spell on me (In the ghetto)
You all know what I'm talking 'bout (Talking 'bout ghetto life)
(Talking 'bout ghetto life)
You all know what I'm singin 'bout (Talking 'bout ghetto life)
Ghetto life (Talking 'bout ghetto life)

[Busta Rhymes]
(In the ghetto) Sure we be Taking them chances
While we search for the answers we be smoking them cancer sticks
Police provoking motherfuckers we dancing
And we be dodging them bullets they be poppin off at us, shit
But yet we always romance the street
And fall in love with the hood 'til somebody come blast the heat
Always up to no good, so all of my fam could eat
See in the hood we hungry - hey nigga we playing for keeps
My soldiers on the block get on it
It be good if you flaunt it, we will take if we want it
See niggas from the ghetto got a different state of mind
With a different kind of hustle and we iller with the grind
And develop our muscle 'til we sicker with the shine
In the struggle, thus our money come quicker doing crime
I see the way we rep the hood, gotta love me
You can take me out the ghetto, but you can't take it from me
Gotta love it

[Chorus: Rick James + (backup singers)]
(Talking 'bout ghetto life)
Ghetto life (Talking 'bout ghetto life)
You all know what I'm singin 'bout (Talking 'bout ghetto life)
Ghetto life (Talking 'bout ghetto life)

[Busta Rhymes]
(In the ghetto) That's where we get into that street shit
Hustle hard, try to get money quick (In the ghetto)
That's where I got my name from
I learned to get money and I got all my game from (In the ghetto)
That's where you eat with a bunch of the wolves
And get to hustling as hard as you could (In the ghetto)
Until your cake stacking shit'll get good
Throw a block party for the whole hood (In the ghetto)
With them burnout cellys
Talk crazy, sell drugs in front of Pancho Deli
Crackhead chicks still smoke with babies in they belly
And them piss in elevators 'til the lobby all smelly (In the ghetto)
That's where I keep my ratchets
Get my instincts and survival tactics
Ain't nuttin like the hood nigga, I don't care
You surviving in the ghetto you can make it anywhere
Gotta love it

[Chorus]

[Interlude: Busta Rhymes]
To my East coast niggas - rep your ghetto
West coast niggas - rep your ghetto
Midwest niggas - rep your ghetto
Down South niggas - rep your ghetto
To my East coast niggas - rep your ghetto
West coast niggas - rep your ghetto
Midwest niggas - rep your ghetto
To my Dirty South niggas - rep your ghetto

[Busta Rhymes]
(In the ghetto) Even though they act rude
You'll always find a good chick to hold a brick for they dude
Behind the bullshit, me and my clique on the move
We honor the code of the street, and live by the rules (In the ghetto)
Is where, all of the hood's at
Find the most crooks and they sell the most drugs at
Where you find beautiful women and rugrats
And some of the most powerful people, I love that!
C'mon

[Outro: Rick James + (backup singers)]
(Talking 'bout ghetto life)
You all know what I'm talking 'bout (Talking 'bout ghetto life)
(Talking 'bout ghetto life)
You all know what I'm singin 'bout (Talking 'bout ghetto life)
Ghetto life (Talking 'bout ghetto life)
(In the ghetto)

"Never mind who you thought I was, I'm Rick James BITCH!" [applause]
"Cocaine is a hell of a drug"

Cocaina Lyrics – Busta Rhymes

[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Ai-ya-ya-yio...
Busta Rhymes ya gotsa be the sure shot
Flipmode ya gotsa be the sure shot
Aftermath ya gotsa be the sure shot
My live niggaz y'know; who be the sure shot?
Live bitches y'know; who be the sure shot?
Shhhiiieeettt...

[Busta Rhymes]
I'm back in ya soul just like a minister
I'm big like a movie, I'm on the screen and at the cinema
While I'm in the process of slowly gettin rid of ya
I'm back over bitches, and then I throw 'em in my videa
Yeah, yeah, the God of the block
Y'know me killa had you spreadin the spot wet and +Twist It+ like Olivia
Oh shit, flow so sick in the committeea
We know you a slouch duke, we don't even consider ya
Boss nigga, see or hear me in ya area
The more niggaz, the murders, the more the money, the more the merrier
Smash shit 'til everything become mass hysteria
Hungry for street shit, see I be takin care of ya check nigga
Fuck all the talk, homey I'm daring ya
The lead from the shot'll poision ya blood like malaria
made back and sell it over exotic
Worm skin interior, my swagger to my bitch the more money
It's all superior

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
When we in the spot y'know that we sure to shine (to shine)
It's all so holy and so divine
Analyze niggaz 'til we can read ya mind
Sometimes a real live nigga is hard to find
We like, "drugs overdose niggaz every time"
(Cocaina baby, cocaina baby, cocaina baby, cocaina baby)
(Cocaina baby, cocaina baby, cocaina baby, cocaina baby)
We like, "drugs overdose niggaz every time"
(Cocaina baby, cocaina baby)

[Busta Rhymes]
Yo, I'm tired of tellin ya
Back on my bullshit, fuckin put a shell in ya
Gangster niggaz respect it, salute me on the regular
When it comes to the street shit, define me as the emperor
Check it my nigga.. most of you muhfuckers amateur
I muster the nigga quick and damage any challenger
But now y'know, "Oh a nigga flow so spectacular"
Break niggaz down and handle you muhfuckin characters
Captain of this shit but most of you niggaz is passengers
I'm takin it back to the hood, like '87 Maximas
Yeah, yeah y'know who the truth, no need for askin the, same question again
to get the same answer bruh, fasten ya seatbelt
Bitches fuck wit the bachelor
wit' money like a thousand coke deals from here to Panama
Strike like a brightness, a light.. I'm here to dazzle ya
Whole hood from the boroughs, to the niggaz up in Attica
Soldiers in the streets, the Middle East, way down to Canada
When it comes to the block, y'know I'm the ambassador
Follow nobody's footsteps, but said it like a scavenger
Wanna talk money bitch!? Then holla at my manager
The way y'all niggaz is trash, my crew'll get to blasting ya
Twelve shot clip, hollow tips, quick to plaster ya
All over the cement, spread ya like I'm mashing
Everything, Bus-a-Bus date... but check ya fuckin calendar!

[Chorus (w/out the last two "cocaina baby's")]

[Marsha + Busta]
Take me all the waaayyy, where you are (cocaina baby, cocaina baby, cocaina baby)
I really want to mattteee, take me now
Take us far awaayyy, to the skkkyyy (cocaina baby, cocaina baby, cocaina baby)
I really want to mattteee, some.. time

You Can't Hold The Torch Lyrics – Busta Rhymes

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah
It's funny how the game change, right? Hehe
Shit feel all different
Y'all niggaz complainin left and right about how the game feel all fucked up
Niggaz only been talkin like that since we been sittin out the game
I think the game need us Kamaal, let's talk to them niggaz
Huh!

[Q-Tip]
So many nights were spent ponderin
Wonderin how we gon' come again
My golden rule is not to focus on the fame game
In retrospect, the game ain't the same mayne
They heart and soul is divided
They ramshack the music, no control up inside it
Now - look at this, it's all stretched out and nasty
But - lettin money pass me
I doubt that, and niggaz from the bottom now
Pumpin hard, wind sleet hail rain or snow
So... you got to get your gate right
No matter what, you got to treat your weight right
On the block if you focused on greed then
Nine out of ten times you be bleedin
The analogy is clear
To all of my peers, I'm a muh'fuckin vet
Don't mean to disrespect, cause

[Chorus One: Q-Tip + (Chauncey Black) + {Busta Rhymes}]
"I write rhymes, I write checks"
(It's clear) Bust, aiyyo what happened to the (love)
For the game (love) for the music (I need realness in my life)
Aiyyo these niggaz in the game don't sound the same
Bust, these niggaz in the game don't sound the same
Aiyyo what happened? {They ain't got in 'em to make a classic}
Aiyyo what happened? {These niggaz can't hold the torch, so why pass it}

[Busta Rhymes]
Aiyyo, I ain't bringin they names up
These niggaz sound trash, straight foulin the game up
Need to change up (change up) sound so trash
When I see 'em feel like breakin they frame up
DuPont registry, talkin 'bout somebody else cars
Muh'fuckers better step up your bars
Instead of frontin in the game like niggaz really are stars
Like we ain't seein through the bullshit, we know who you are
I'm like a blessing to the game when your shit sound dated
I force niggaz to improve, you should be happy I made it
Here to rep the game fully, change my style like the weather
Givin you niggaz new shit to make the game feel better
I'm sayin, I cook in the kitchen and we make the thoughts connect
You forced to humble yourself, give me my big respect
You hurtin the game when your shit sound off y'know
A legend in this shit that's why I move like a boss y'know
You better be tight, cause you can get tossed fo' sho'
Y'all niggaz know whassup, I come correct with money long cause I

[Chorus Two: Busta Rhymes + (Chauncey Black) + {Q-Tip}]
"I write rhymes, I write checks"
(It's clear) Tip, aiyyo what happened to the (love)
For the game (love) for the music (I need realness in my life)
Aiyyo these niggaz in the game don't sound the same
Yo, these niggaz in the game don't sound the same
Aiyyo what happened? {They ain't got in 'em to make a classic}
Aiyyo what happened? {These niggaz can't hold the torch, so why pass it}

[Q-Tip + {Busta}]
Oh my God, they a (uh) come ridin around
Some (uh) old dream and they (uh) can't get down
They (uh) lookin around outside of themselves
And they {HUH} sayin things that ain't really themselves
And they {hah} keep fuckin regurgitatin the same script
Same hoes, same blow, same glock clip {ha}
Same drug strip, what the fuck is this? (uh)
C'mon y'all, raise the bar on this body, shit

[Busta Rhymes]
You sound stagnant, need to progress and grow (uh-huh)
Upgrade your punchlines, progress the flow (uh-huh)
Get your concepts and lyrics together, aiyyo (uh-huh)
Then drop the bomb shit to step up the pressure, y'know? (huh!)
I'm tired of niggaz complainin how the game changed
You niggaz should step up your game, cause you sound strange
That's why you ain't sellin no records, check the SoundScain
In this rap shit I command respect muh'fucker cause I

[Chorus Two]

[Outro: Q-Tip + {Busta Rhymes}]
Aiyyo these niggaz in the game don't sound the same
Bust, these niggaz in the game don't sound the same
Aiyyo what happened? {They ain't got in 'em to make a classic}
Aiyyo what happened? {These niggaz can't hold the torch, so why pass it}
[echoes]

Goldmine Lyrics – Busta Rhymes

[Raekwon]
Old dro bottles, and blow, blowin from both zones
Layin in them Tahoes we own the projo's
Three for tenement we in the lobby with the big
(da dun dun dun) Don't move cause I'm a representative
Live for the street, ask, you die in the war
'member that -- blast that three atcha -- hide in the wall
We gangsta, republicans with them big things, big rings
Get your head shot off, daddy you don't believe chains
Loose cameras, big hammers, Station Wagon, blue Phantoms
Smokin the block up, y'all witness the zoo gamblers
We ain't takin no shorts, its just the early 80's
That made me, now I sit paid and then maybe
Nothing but my Lords and raps, these bags of dope
Under the mattress and I clack like a slave key
Wash your squad up, I roll double refuse to rock
Closed up my door up and murked you on the job (aww)

[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
Gettin money like back in the days
niggaz get like shower posse in a spec of the drug games
Slayin niggaz, steady sprayin niggaz, till the task forces roll up
In unmarked vehicles and will be layin niggaz
Streched out, focus, see you come back triple
When we O.T. cut it with bakin soda, acquire now
Strategize, gettin paper like the chivey Jamacians
And them George Chain niggaz, might we set up a goal?

[Busta Rhymes]
We got guns tucked in our waistlines, wit raps
Hangin from our back pockets miraculous money nigga
Can't stop at Sherlock - Home can go's
Medallions so big wit strings you could turn 'em into banjos
Phenomenal property, drug money, scram wrap em
A hundred EX - golden like a hundred graham crackers
Sidewindin niggaz tryna infiltrate blindside
A nigga hit you wit the eight, three in the club
Dumbin out, drunk in fronta the airbrush
Backdrop ones out, five dollars for bitches wit the guns out
Juggle for a couple days close shop thinkin,
To you the bubble until the strip is hotter than a microwave
Don't stop, travel all my spare time and keep niggaz wit us
To push shit like George Jefferson Airline
No fro niggaz better go chill, 'fore this gun
Goes up your nose like coke sniffin up your nose dude

[Hook]

[Raekwon]
Ay yo, snoop me kid, coop me in the red room booth
And eatin Fruit Loops its all for the loot boo
Designated hammer that'll lay ya up scrambling
Blant ninjas get 'em more popped up, and start blowin niggaz magnums up
Caught me in the mix wit some rich soldiers, that reaction
Is a key action, black sent forty doja's up
We hunt 'em like big plans, my big mans and them
Slick as the shit breaks from outtas you, rip dip, then quakes them

[Busta Rhymes]
See I was always good at science, in the class I was hopin
Ask 'em for the chemistry temperature now I'm cookin the coke up
Used to sit and watch them older niggaz for hours
And did acknowledge to how cold water quickly harden the powder
Took your turn into somethin big to accredit (uhh)
But ya needs connect shit up from South America
Money calculations, told B.I.G. I sit up on it still
Holdin old hundred dollar bills, wit small faces

[Hook]

I Love My Bitch Lyrics – Busta Rhymes

[Busta Rhymes] I love my bitch
[Kelis] I love my nigga
[x6]

My lady never lets me down
thats why i never let her go
she always here to lift me up
when i fall down and hit the floor
my baby so amazing
let me sit back and count the ways
1...... she the shit
2...... she the shit
3...... she the shit

[Busta Rhymes (Kelis)]
i love my bitch
i love my lady yup yup
i love my bitch
(i love you nigga)
i love my lady yup yup
i love my bitch
(i love you nigga)
i love my lady yup yup
i love my bitch
(i love you nigga)
i love my bitch
she the shit
[Kelis (Busta Rhymes)]
i love my nigga yup yup
i love my boy
(i love my bitch)
i love my nigga yup yup
i love my boy
(i love my bitch)
i love my nigga
(i love my bitch)
i love my nigga
he bring me joy

[Busta Rhymes]
I love my girl cause she knows the shit
she acting kinda ill but she aint scared of the dick
got her on tape but though she act kinda rude
bet she know my money gone
she spent a do on a dude
real life chicken let her fucked with a thug
sippin martini's drinkin, wanna fuck in the club
cause . . . see thats my chick
thats my chick, thats my chick
yeah she the shit
and she the type that keep shit on low
never stress the kid when im surrounded with hoes
if you knew the shit that she be doing to me
in the club, in the crib, or when i'm pushing the v
see, shorty ass be all over the place
nigga front she probally put her ass all in your face for me
cause thats my chick, cause thats my chick
cause that my chick, and she the shit

My lady never lets me down
thats why i never let her go
she always here to lift me up
when i fall down and hit the floor
my baby so amazing
let me sit back and count the ways
1...... she the shit
2...... she the shit
3...... she the shit

[Busta Rhymes (Kelis)]
i love my bitch
i love my lady yup yup
i love my bitch
(i love you nigga)
i love my lady yup yup
i love my bitch
(i love you nigga)
i love my lady yup yup
i love my bitch
(i love you nigga)
i love my bitch
she the shit
[Kelis (Busta Rhymes)]
i love my nigga yup yup
i love my boy
(i love my bitch)
i love my nigga yup yup
i love my boy
(i love my bitch)
i love my nigga
(i love my bitch)
i love my nigga
he bring me joy

[Busta Rhymes]
you see my bitch she a one of a kind
i know you wish your bitch was a rider like mine
when you see my chick you know my shortys a dime
what she doing with them bitches
she be skipping the line
listen, the type that reserve that ass for a nigga
and if i had to skip town she's hold the stash for a nigga
i'm saying cause thats my chick
cause thats my chick, cause thats my chick
and she the shit
i know you buggin on the way shit sound
but you know you know i love the way my bitch be holdin it down
she is truely thoruow(sp) about the way she be reppin it hard
travel anywhere my shorty come fuck with the gaurd
bust it, mami always creep for you if she can
even if she have to get up and even lie on the stand
i'm saying . . . thats my chick
thats my chick, thats my chick
cause she the shit

My lady never lets me down
thats why i never let her go
she always here to lift me up
when i fall down and hit the floor
my baby so amazing
let me sit back and count the ways
1...... she the shit
2...... she the shit
3...... she the shit

[Busta Rhymes (Kelis)]
i love my bitch
i love my lady yup yup
i love my bitch
(i love you nigga)
i love my lady yup yup
i love my bitch
(i love you nigga)
i love my lady yup yup
i love my bitch
(i love you nigga)
i love my bitch
she the shit
[Kelis (Busta Rhymes)]
i love my nigga yup yup
i love my boy
(i love my bitch)
i love my nigga yup yup
i love my boy
(i love my bitch)
i love my nigga
(i love my bitch)
i love my nigga
he bring me joy

Don't Get Carried Away Lyrics – Busta Rhymes

[Busta Rhymes]
Doctor, yeah
I think we got some shit for 'em (FLIP-MOOODE!)
Yeah I'ma rub these sticks together
Check it, and start a bonfire

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
And if you don't see it y'all niggaz can't fuck with our
FLIPMODE MOVEMENT - bounce in your truck to us
Y'ALL GET STUPID - don't try to fuck with us
Because you will get carried away, yeah you'll get carried away

[Busta Rhymes]
Now I'm subtle, once I pick up my metal
Put my foot on the pedal, ridin through every ghetto
Analyze the shit I'm seein when I sip Amaretto
A lot of bitches on the strip, struttin in they stilettos
Then they wave and say hello, when my Lambo' is yellow
Everything they got a jingle when they walk like ah-Jello
See the niggaz on the corner and I never forget it
And I never regret because I see how you get it
Now because of you niggaz, I'm a hustler nigga
'Gnac guzzler nigga, rip your jugular nigga
In the night I become the type to love when it's dark
Cause when I pull up and park, is when I'm makin my mark
See the fact's that I'm tryin to strive and capitalize in
Start to max-a-mimize and b-build a ent-ter-prise
And wh-while I'm stockin this bread, keep ah-stockin the lead
And leave a permanent dot, on the top of your head

[Chorus]

[Nas]
Ill Will, Flip-mooode!
I'm the enigma, there is none harder, smarter
Martyr, Godfather, my interest, your departure
Pardon Dre this beat is a monster, catchy
Like sleepin under open windows that's drafty
Then wakin up my throat scratchy, that's how I spit it nasty
They short, a few inches North of a dwarf
My flow's Murcielago, ghostin them narcos
Toast in the ways of the original Pablos
Still a pyramid architect, mix liquors like a chemist
Killer lyricist, poetical tyrant
Sneaker store terrorist, Mt. Everest I climbed it
Heat is drawn, no creepin on me whenever I'm bent
My mind spray, my nine spray
And freak styles like 3000 Andre
To keep pilin, keep pushin them drops
Nas, runnin with hot Busta Bust, we don't stop

[Chorus]

[Busta Rhymes]
Now I'm hot, and we runnin the block
Watch me run in your spot, fiends comin in flocks
Add a little cut to the coke when I'm cookin the pot
DRUGS, BITCH! I got what you want come and get what I got
Now I almost forgot, I come to close up your shop
I love to fold up a knot, love totin the glock
Helps me feel safer when niggaz try to scheme on my plot
Try to steal paper from me you gotta deal with a lot
See I will leave you to rot, only defendin my stock
Niggaz know they pussy and struggle to pretend that they not
Lose your life in the drop, while I harvest the crop
My hot shit; bust a cannon have you run in your socks
See we live on the edge, bang shit with a sledgehammer
Split up your head, kill a snitch for the feds
Let's go, for the streets I'm always spittin a gospel
Get Nas holdin a barrel size of elephant nostril

[Chorus]