tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91802526338689384092024-03-16T04:43:35.978-07:00Busta Rhymes LyricsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger217125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180252633868938409.post-48877947772274939442024-03-16T04:43:00.000-07:002024-03-16T04:43:02.708-07:00mixtape: Catastrophic (2012) - Busta Rhymes (with The Conglomerate)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWu9hk3giTDFu3QO3IWX3p4VTHIH_TRwET6BME_ROa8AuoS5Em6ULNJDafddM_HrD0DPSOaqqPpWiZxhffTcUZ94Fvjw2M2TXAmtkemL2R-AZE1ICkU1JaXAlPUi9kPNXWWY3SD7bWQGNL3U5X3LNy_ikmrBZQI99CRbTiGAHn8sbGDkVIWCaYbQkTraVP/s900/Catastrophic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="900" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWu9hk3giTDFu3QO3IWX3p4VTHIH_TRwET6BME_ROa8AuoS5Em6ULNJDafddM_HrD0DPSOaqqPpWiZxhffTcUZ94Fvjw2M2TXAmtkemL2R-AZE1ICkU1JaXAlPUi9kPNXWWY3SD7bWQGNL3U5X3LNy_ikmrBZQI99CRbTiGAHn8sbGDkVIWCaYbQkTraVP/s320/Catastrophic.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><a href="https://bustarhymeslyric.blogspot.com/2024/03/catastrophe-lyrics-busta-rhymes.html">Catastrophe</a></li><li><a href="https://bustarhymeslyric.blogspot.com/2024/03/all-gold-everything-lyrics-busta-rhymes.html">All Gold Everything</a></li><li><a href="https://bustarhymeslyric.blogspot.com/2024/03/poetic-justice-lyrics-busta-rhymes-feat.html">Poetic Justice</a></li><li><a href="https://bustarhymeslyric.blogspot.com/2024/03/what-you-know-about-it-lyrics-busta.html">What You Know About It</a></li><li><a href="https://bustarhymeslyric.blogspot.com/2024/03/diamond-in-ruff-lyrics-busta-rhymes.html">Diamond In The Ruff</a></li><li><a href="https://bustarhymeslyric.blogspot.com/2024/03/prelude-to-truth-lyrics-busta-rhymes.html">Prelude To The Truth</a></li><li>Freakshow</li><li><a href="https://bustarhymeslyric.blogspot.com/2024/03/my-type-of-party-lyrics-busta-rhymes.html">My Type Of Party</a></li><li><a href="https://bustarhymeslyric.blogspot.com/2024/03/adorn-lyrics-busta-rhymes-performed.html">Adorn</a></li><li><a href="https://bustarhymeslyric.blogspot.com/2024/03/no-worries-lyrics-busta-rhymes.html">No Worries</a></li><li><a href="https://bustarhymeslyric.blogspot.com/2024/03/elevator-music-lyrics-busta-rhymes.html">Elevator Music</a></li><li><a href="https://bustarhymeslyric.blogspot.com/2024/03/what-you-wanna-do-lyrics-busta-rhymes.html">What You Wanna Do</a></li><li><a href="https://bustarhymeslyric.blogspot.com/2024/03/fuckin-problems-lyrics-busta-rhymes.html">Fuckin Problems</a></li><li><a href="https://bustarhymeslyric.blogspot.com/2024/03/hail-mary-lyrics-busta-rhymes-performed.html">Hail Mary</a></li><li><a href="https://bustarhymeslyric.blogspot.com/2024/03/backseat-freestyle-lyrics-busta-rhymes.html">Backseat Freestyle</a></li><li><a href="https://bustarhymeslyric.blogspot.com/2024/03/cash-money-young-mula-lyrics-busta.html">Cash Money / Young Mula </a></li></ul><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180252633868938409.post-37473158441152610052024-03-16T04:38:00.002-07:002024-03-16T04:38:59.592-07:00Catastrophe lyrics - Busta Rhymes (performed with Reek Da Villian & J-Doe feat. DJ Khaled)<div>[Intro:]</div><div>At the end of our time</div><div>We've chosen to believe in each other</div><div>Today we face the monsters that are at our door!</div><div>Today we are cancelling the apocalypse!</div><div><br /></div><div>Catastrophic!</div><div><br /></div><div>Yeah, do you know who I am?</div><div>You know who I am, nigga?</div><div>Motherfucker named Reek the Villain, nigga</div><div>Where the fuck you been, under a rock, nigga?</div><div>The Conglomerate lead off nigga</div><div>They send these shits to me, nigga</div><div>I lead this shit, Buss finish it, but I lead this shit, man</div><div>Fuckin' cockroaches - fuckin' cockroaches</div><div><br /></div><div>Catastrophic!</div><div><br /></div><div>[Verse 1: Reek the Villain]</div><div>Listen...</div><div>I said I'm dippin' in my low-low</div><div>Ridin' with that four-four</div><div>Pretty bitch beside me, all your bitches they be so-so</div><div>And I'm slingin' cocoa, got it for the low-low</div><div>Dudes I get my coke from be screamin' 'bout them locos</div><div>Know we keep it Trillville, all my niggas real trill</div><div>Shout out to my homies in the feds, my nigga Real Nil</div><div>Roosevelt we G'd up, wildin' like we eat up</div><div>I'm the nicest nigga, Buss can go and kick his feet up</div><div>And let me take this over, let me get that dough up</div><div>I don't even drive no more, the boy be gettin' chauffeured</div><div>And this bitch she wear my chain, I'm feelin' like I'm Hova</div><div>And you used to be the man, now your shit is over, it's over</div><div><br /></div><div>Catastrophe!</div><div>If you listening to this song right now, blessings</div><div>That means the world didn't end</div><div>But this shit is catastrophic</div><div>You test Conglomerate</div><div>The world gon' end</div><div>You test Busta Rhymes, Reek the Villain, J-Doe</div><div>It's YMCMB</div><div><br /></div><div>[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]</div><div>If you ain't know we hear to win, lethal like I'm heroin</div><div>Every time we come again, niggas know we murderin'</div><div>Everything about y'all, bitch you know I don't care</div><div>Make my niggas throw chairs, we ain't goin' nowhere</div><div>Bitch they love Busta, know they lovin' Busta</div><div>Your swag lackluster – matter of fact, fuck ya</div><div>Bitch I got a chauffeur, and a fuckin' butler</div><div>Pics of bitches givin' me head on Instagram and Tumblr</div><div>I don't need your number, throw 'em in the dumpster</div><div>When you get new money, bitch, you get a new type of hunger</div><div>Smokin' like a muffler, gettin' money like a hustler</div><div>I don't mean to be mean but I'll poke your spleen 'til the shit get ruptured</div><div>Dali!</div><div><br /></div><div>Don't play yourself</div><div>You know when you hear the icon, legend Busta Rhymes</div><div>You know what he does</div><div>You know how he does it, too</div><div>He shits on every verse</div><div>Shits on you</div><div>And finished you</div><div>This shit is catastrophic</div><div>Conglomerate</div><div><br /></div><div>[Verse 3: J-Doe]</div><div>How do I start this? Wanna say some hard shit</div><div>To show you I'm a artist, but this song is retarded</div><div>I can't think of nothin', but I gotta say somethin'</div><div>And since this track is bumpin', these ratchet hoes gon' love it</div><div>I be goin' crazy on these records every day</div><div>I'm getting' to the money every ma'fuckin' way</div><div>I let all these hoes come over but not one of them can stay</div><div>And this shit gon' never change 'til I'm old and I'm gray</div><div>Sit your ass down... and don't say nothin'</div><div>Better get excited when you see the don bumpin'</div><div>And to me it's like Christmas for these bitches they be blushin'</div><div>It's disgustin' how they love it but I ain't givin' 'em nothin'</div><div>Yeah...</div><div><br /></div><div>[Outro:]</div><div>More money, more problems</div><div>Same shit, just a different day</div><div>It's the end of the world every day</div><div>It's called survival</div><div>This shit is catastrophic</div><div>Catastrophe</div><div>No room for the weak</div><div>The weak can suck a dick, and bow down</div><div>Conglomerate</div><div>We the best</div><div>YMCMB</div><div>Shaheem Reid</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180252633868938409.post-4427492502406190522024-03-16T04:38:00.001-07:002024-03-16T04:38:36.708-07:00All Gold Everything lyrics - Busta Rhymes (performed with Reek Da Villian & J-Doe with Trinidad James)<div>[Intro: Busta Rhymes]</div><div>Ayo, why you niggas wanna try to complicate shit?</div><div>Why y'all niggas wanna try to ask me questions now?</div><div>Y'all know what the fuck I do, man</div><div>Don't ask me shit, man</div><div><br /></div><div>[Hook:]</div><div>Gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring</div><div>Cold all in my watch, don't believe me just watch</div><div>Don't believe just watch</div><div>Don't believe just watch</div><div>Don't believe just watch</div><div>Don't believe just watch</div><div>Gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring</div><div>Cold all in my watch, don't believe me just watch</div><div><br /></div><div>[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]</div><div>Get up off my block, nigga</div><div>See the gold Musson drop top, nigga?</div><div>Pinky ring make a bitch fart, nigga</div><div>30-karat yellow canary rock, in her</div><div>Look, you got nerve lil' nigga</div><div>King Tut ready, to the curb, lil' nigga</div><div>I hope you listenin' to every word, lil' nigga</div><div>Full course comin', this the hors d'oeuvre, lil' nigga</div><div>Three-kilo gold Cuban on my neck, homie</div><div>Three dice roll Cee-Lo when I bet only</div><div>All gold uniform like my name Kobe</div><div>All gold unicorn pendent on my trophy</div><div>World champ of this whole shit, niggas know me</div><div>So much gold niggas bitches call me Goldie</div><div>Did so much for the game, niggas owe me</div><div>For the co-sign I'm the one you gotta go see</div><div>Before you niggas try to approach me</div><div>Just know I'm in the corner, kinda busy where the hoes be</div><div>I'm the coke layin' under where they nose be</div><div>You the joke, niggas laughing at you low key</div><div>Now get to know the way the bro live</div><div>Derek Lam gold frames up on my nose bridge</div><div>Gold Ace bottles fillin' up my whole fridge</div><div>Showcase models, nails, toes did</div><div>Solid gold, kid</div><div><br /></div><div>[Hook]</div><div><br /></div><div>[Verse 2:]</div><div>Gold all in my chain, gold all on my wall</div><div>Not only do I kill verses, but I wrote all of your favourite songs</div><div>Chris Brown, Jamie Foxx, killer rollin' in tank</div><div>Yeah I got plaques all on my wall, and I got stacks all in my bank</div><div>Nigga, nigga, nigga</div><div>How the fuck can you hate, ungh</div><div>When I'm just doin' my thing? Aye!</div><div>What other nigga you know, write pop songs, rap and make base? None</div><div>I am original, these other rappers sound typical</div><div>I got it locked in the figure-four</div><div>And they could never see me, I'm invisible</div><div>And I got...</div><div><br /></div><div>[Verse 3:]</div><div>Gold chain on my frame with the gold Jesus</div><div>Whole bank in my jeans I'm a gold Visa</div><div>Gold bling in my ring like a Saints helmet</div><div>Gold rappers on my dick then your girl pelvis</div><div>Fuck, boy... we don't fuck with no broke dudes</div><div>My jewelry game is bicoastal</div><div>And my piece is on my stomach like soul food</div><div>Your homie snitchin', he so fool</div><div>Over bread I'm a show him what the toast do</div><div>Seein' lines in HD like Pro Tools</div><div>Then hit the Hamptons and throw on my boat shoes</div><div>Cruise the Atlantic, stoppin' out in Trinidad</div><div>Make a movie, turn a island into Cinemax</div><div>Gold album would appear from a pen and pad...</div><div>Assemble that...</div><div><br /></div><div>[Hook]</div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180252633868938409.post-5440652809617956492024-03-16T04:38:00.000-07:002024-03-16T04:38:10.068-07:00Poetic Justice lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Q-Tip & Janet Jackson)<div>[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]</div><div>Look, tell me what you really wanna see</div><div>I had the greatest experience, you can have video, what's it gonna be?</div><div>I had to say it wowing, my heartbeat started pounding</div><div>Walked on the set while she got dressed and cocked wings on her outfit</div><div>Janet, why you doing this to me?</div><div>At the time I couldn't believe we both were starring in this movie</div><div>You in my video, you know a nigga loved it</div><div>I spent 2.4 million on the fucking budget</div><div>All my jewelry flooded, see how the kid was on?</div><div>First rap nigga album you've ever featured on</div><div>And I was weak in the Lord, despite the things we said</div><div>My first words to Hype Williams is "I can't believe this dream"</div><div>Shot a solo scene, I tried to make mines better</div><div>But I love when we shot together, and we rubbed up on each other</div><div>But I'm a little jealous, Tip, your tongue went in her mouth</div><div>In that Poetic Justice movie, from what I can account</div><div>You know what we be 'bout...</div><div>Any time, huh?</div><div>Any place, baby?</div><div><br /></div><div>Now, you know, at the time, I was really</div><div>I really had my crush on shorty, man, you know what I mean?</div><div>Yeah, I was in love with shorty since she was Benny</div><div>and all that on Good Times and shit, you know what I mean?</div><div>Ayo, come one, you's a fucked up dude for doin' that to me, man</div><div>You broke my heart with that, man</div><div><br /></div><div>[Verse 2: Q-Tip]</div><div>Come on, Buss, you know how many dudes say that to me? Like...</div><div>Once a day, girl, truly</div><div>We grew up with her through the lens of a camera</div><div>Didn't have much, but dare said I'm having her</div><div>Shorty was the joint, here's my case and point</div><div>Me and 'Pac rollin' L's in the trailer</div><div>Both of us get to scheming how to nail her</div><div>First movie about to come out in the theater</div><div>Pleasure principle, butt to the makeup truck, so ill I gave her my code</div><div>We kissed, I took her control, we swapped as all the film rolled</div><div>A marathon, we kept this good thing going, sunset, the moon, it came on</div><div>In my mind it would prolong</div><div>Listen, the scene was deaded, but I wanted my own edit</div><div>Me and Justice kissing keep it going, two pros with credit</div><div>A memorable summer in '92 out in Cali</div><div>When I got back up top my niggas asked about the fatty</div><div>And did I smash her madly, to that I had to answer</div><div>Negative, but I'd give anything to be her dancer</div><div>A captivating lady, I used to be her baby</div><div>Good Times, they never fading</div><div>Look back and celebrate Poetic Justice</div><div><br /></div><div>[Outro: Janet Jackson]</div><div>At any time, and any place, I don't care who's around</div><div>At any time, and any place, I don't care who's around</div><div>In the thunder and rain, you stare into my eyes</div><div>I can feel your hand moving up my thighs</div><div>In the thunder and rain, you stare into my eyes</div><div>I can feel your hand moving up my thighs</div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180252633868938409.post-45925121196746320442024-03-16T04:37:00.000-07:002024-03-16T04:37:25.432-07:00What You Know About It lyrics - Busta Rhymes (performed with Reek Da Villian feat. J-Doe)<div>[Intro:]</div><div>Nigga, you know who the fuck we is?</div><div>(The Conglomerate...)</div><div><br /></div><div>[Verse 1:]</div><div>Fuck boy, I'm a money hoe</div><div>I truck a wealthy nigga 'fore you ever see my money low</div><div>Alfredo, I got fettuccini, they be rappin'</div><div>Talkin' all that money they never seen</div><div>Frontin' like you got bank roll</div><div>Nigga, you don't make dough</div><div>Birthday over, one slice left of cake, though</div><div>They be on that funny shit, we be on that money shit</div><div>Catch 'em drinkin', pull up on that bar, give you a 20 clip</div><div>Rap life, trap life, black white, stash pipes</div><div>Back streets maskin' up watchin' for the flashlights</div><div>Your girl wanna suck me off, she ain't have to ask twice</div><div>Big strong brother and I'm out like it's my last night</div><div>Cocaine cowboy, long island D-Boy</div><div>Blow is raw and that thing gleamin' like Leroy</div><div>Black and yellow Smith & Wesson that's my bumble bee toy</div><div>And they gon' reminisce over your ass, trouble T-Roy</div><div>Yeah! Yeah! When I let that thing go</div><div>The whole club sleepin' on the floor like it's hangover</div><div>Monday is Juliette's, Tuesday is Green House</div><div>Wednesday and butter, I'm a pull out all this green</div><div>And let it go!</div><div><br /></div><div>[Hook:]</div><div>What you know about it?</div><div>Get green, whip clean, what you know about it?</div><div>Put them, put them hands up if you know about it</div><div>Don't never see a broke motherfucker 'round me</div><div>What you know about it?</div><div>Get green, whip clean, what you know about it?</div><div>Put them, put them, put them hands up if you know about it</div><div>You ain't never seen a broke motherfucker 'round me</div><div><br /></div><div>[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]</div><div>Mad machete, Busta Rhymes, you ain't ready, boy</div><div>Fuckin' somethin' up when it's comin' to that fetti, boy</div><div>Lil' lame niggas better get your parachute and jump</div><div>Get up off my plane 'fore my niggas para-shoot-you-up</div><div>Think I'm sayin' peace when I throw them fuckin' deuces up?</div><div>I'm only signalin' niggas to start hangin' them nooses up</div><div>Somebody gonna die, break a branch just to beat you</div><div>Go! Chop the body parts and let the pigs eat you</div><div>Holes through every part of your body we can see through</div><div>Continue blowin' the cannon, I wouldn't wanna be you</div><div>I let it go like I'm sick and hear voices</div><div>Spend money like a nigga copped a fleet of Rolls Royces</div><div>Prepared to purchase everything while exploring the choices</div><div>Then enjoy eatin' your food like I'm eatin' lobsters and oysters</div><div>Time and time again I got 'em walkin' like a fiend walk</div><div>I'm done speakin' to niggas, I'm a let the homie Doe talk</div><div><br /></div><div>[Hook]</div><div><br /></div><div>[Verse 3:]</div><div>Brought twenty thou out and I'm a blow it</div><div>Your man pullin' fifteen hundred out just to show it</div><div>If shorty ain't drinkin' hard liquor we'll Moet</div><div>Then it's to the Tele suite afterward so she can hoe it</div><div>She gon' swallow all of me, I'm a blow her brains out</div><div>My kids need a place to live, her mouth like a safe house</div><div>Loud pack of kush and that Goose got me spaced out</div><div>Standin' on the sofa fadin', sweatin' all my waves out (faded)</div><div>In my new Trews, slow bucks, long sleeve</div><div>Lookin' like I need to be posin' under palm trees</div><div>And I'm quick to let my four squirt</div><div>Unemployed gangster nigga, you don't want no work</div><div>We live by the hustler testament</div><div>We cop a brick and take it to the floor like we wrestling</div><div>Throw it in the pot with the fish and we stretchin' it</div><div>Go and hug the corner like we sexin' it, fuck boy</div><div>Eighteen-wheeler jewelry game truck, boy</div><div>She ain't drop, don't be a hater, let her cook, boy</div><div>My chrome and black nina call her lady luck</div><div>And any time you see her goin' down she gon' give it up</div><div>Like, let it go!</div><div><br /></div><div>[Hook]</div><div><br /></div><div>Let it go...</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180252633868938409.post-88377349123600982912024-03-16T04:36:00.001-07:002024-03-16T04:36:58.210-07:00Diamond In The Ruff lyrics - Busta Rhymes (performed by Reek Da Villian & J-Doe)<div>[Intro:]</div><div>Yeah</div><div>You know what I'm sayin', like</div><div>Got a lot of these ma'fuckin' sucka ass niggas</div><div>Niggas be havin' fallouts with they niggas over these bitches</div><div>That ain't gangster, nigga</div><div>I don't give a fuck (that ain't gangter, nigga)</div><div>Right or wrong, I ain't never stop fuckin' with one of my niggas over a bitch</div><div>Might not, never!</div><div>Might not, never!</div><div>Know what I'm sayin'?</div><div>I'll tell you my story, nigga</div><div>Listen...</div><div><br /></div><div>[Verse 1:]</div><div>We started out moving niddicks</div><div>Worked our way up to briddicks</div><div>On the block holdin' fiddiffs</div><div>Hustlin' 'til the sun show</div><div>Beef came, let the guns blow, movin' like bros, sharin' one soul</div><div>Nigga fuck around and messed up young hoe</div><div>Knew she was a slob, still gave the bitch a son, though</div><div>Stupid, dirt-bomb bitch tryin' to holler</div><div>Hittin' me on Facebook, creepin', tryin' to swallow</div><div>But don't let your homie know, keep it on the low, boo</div><div>Came to you like a real nigga, and I showed you</div><div>You went back and told a bitch right after I told you</div><div>So she flipped the shit around, now you lookin' funny</div><div>Stopped comin' 'round, now you actin' all funny</div><div>Don't even pick up the phone for a nigga unless it's money (wow)</div><div>Shittin' on your man got me feelin' like a dummy</div><div>Never thought you would play me for some bunny, fucked nigga</div><div>You know the real love come before the riches</div><div>You know the saying, nigga, money over bitches (MOB, nigga)</div><div>Even better, bros over hoes</div><div>Only sucka ass niggas sell they souls over gold</div><div>(Type of nigga like you) can't put a price on integrity</div><div>Naw - flippin' over hoes, homie, never me</div><div>Naw - 'cause I'm what you call a real nigga</div><div>If you ain't that, we ain't even tryin' to deal with ya</div><div>Pussy...</div><div><br /></div><div>[Verse 2:]</div><div>Yeuh</div><div>Watch me</div><div>Aye</div><div>Okay</div><div>I think about her every now and then</div><div>I think about the time we used to spend</div><div>I think about the trips we used to take</div><div>I think about the love we used to make</div><div>I think about, I think about our first and last date</div><div>I think about how we can never be</div><div>I think about how we never agreed</div><div>Unh, unh, unh, look, look</div><div>Why I'm thinking 'bout her crazy ass?</div><div>Cause she a diamond in the ruff and I can't let it pass</div><div>Still in college, still live with her mama</div><div>But she don't let a nigga pay when I say that I got it</div><div>When she goin' through hard times, I put dough in her pocket</div><div>She take it out, give it to me, then tell me to stop it</div><div>She say she got her own dreams and her own goals</div><div>And all I need is your support down the long road</div><div>I told her that she got that</div><div>That's why she never on the market 'cause I locked that</div><div>Yeuh – yeuh</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180252633868938409.post-17667152068351446402024-03-16T04:36:00.000-07:002024-03-16T04:36:32.581-07:00Prelude To The Truth lyrics - Busta Rhymes (performed by Reek Da Villian & J-Doe)<div>[Intro: Reek Da Villain]</div><div>Yeah yeah yeah, Bussa Buss, is you with me?</div><div>(There's just one thing I wanna say)</div><div>J-Doe, is you with me?</div><div>(There's just one thing I wanna say)</div><div>Tiger Woods, is you with me?</div><div>(There's just one thing I wanna say)</div><div>Flizzy Whoa is you with me?</div><div>(There's just one thing I wanna say)</div><div>Yeah, Rozay is you with me?</div><div>(What goes around comes back around again)</div><div>Strong Isle is you with me?</div><div>(What goes around comes back around again)</div><div>New York, is you with me?</div><div>(What goes around comes back around again)</div><div>Quiet Storm, is you with me?</div><div>(What goes around comes back around again)</div><div>Conglomerate, is you with me?</div><div><br /></div><div>[Verse 1: Reek Da Villain]</div><div>Here goes the villain and you know we don't fake it</div><div>If it ain't dead presidents he don't chase it</div><div>Laying in a Bentley, or swerving in a Benzy</div><div>Two-tone chain, black and white Spud McKenzie</div><div>These mashed-potato niggas all mushy</div><div>At the round table with each other paying footsy</div><div>Try to style on me, play me like I'm Cookie</div><div>But revenge is the sweetest joy next to getting pussy</div><div>Now I'm layin' in the yard with a Mack 10</div><div>One of my five shooters with me, John Paxton</div><div>Soon as he pulled up, the car, made it back spin</div><div>Transformed from a black man into Mike Jackson</div><div>Skin all white like he Michael (Michael)</div><div>Fucked nigga, life is a cycle (cycle)</div><div>How you drive your mom in a hearse</div><div>If my 38 special revolve 'round your earth?</div><div><br /></div><div>[Hook:]</div><div>What goes around comes back around again</div><div>What goes around comes back around again</div><div>What goes around comes back around again</div><div>What goes around comes back around again</div><div><br /></div><div>[Verse 2: J-Doe]</div><div>They say what goes around... come back around</div><div>They used to laugh at me for rappin', but who laughing now?</div><div>They see me stylin' on the TV and the magazines</div><div>Which only mean one thing (what?) stackin' green</div><div>My flow on fire like I lit it up with gasoline</div><div>Was so inspired by No Limit, now I'm Master P</div><div>At least that's what these hoes call me</div><div>But that's because I'm balling with no Spalding</div><div>My style is similar to no other (no other)</div><div>I'm bound to get it, word to my mother</div><div>You need Fire Marshall Bill, In Living Color</div><div>'Cause I'm burnin' shit down, year round, 'til summer ('til summer)</div><div>For those who never heard me before</div><div>Welcome to the fan club with J-Doe</div><div>Never in the box, always chains froze</div><div>I won't stop 'til I'm on top, let's go</div><div><br /></div><div>[Hook]</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180252633868938409.post-82883651265727837272024-03-16T04:35:00.001-07:002024-03-16T04:35:35.514-07:00My Type Of Party lyrics - Busta Rhymes (performed with Dom Kennedy, Reek Da Villian & J-Doe)<div>[Intro:]</div><div>'Glomerate, nigga</div><div>Yo Flizzy, you know we one and the same</div><div>This our type of party, nigga</div><div>You know what I'm sayin', like...</div><div>J-Doe!</div><div>These bitches actin' out, we love it though</div><div>Bussa Buss, nigga</div><div>Yeah</div><div>Spill it</div><div>Check it</div><div>It's my type of party</div><div>Scratch it up</div><div>Quiet Storm, me and T, nigga</div><div><br /></div><div>[Verse 1: Reek Da Villain]</div><div>It's Strong Island, I'm Neo</div><div>Run the jungle with Leos</div><div>Blunted but I keep C notes</div><div>Kill niggas in trios</div><div>Smoke weed with my PO</div><div>Pop mollys with Geo</div><div>Fuck bitches with Tyga</div><div>And I get money stacks with Cee Lo</div><div>Birdman is my homie</div><div>Busta Rhymes is my brodie</div><div>I don't trust these bitches</div><div>Carryin' monsters like they Cody</div><div>Say I'm trill if they know me</div><div>Sue woo to my homies</div><div>Saint Ives bottle in my hand</div><div>But I'm in the club carrying that 40</div><div>Came with bitches that's bocky</div><div>Know they bad, so they cocky</div><div>Struttin' hard through that lobby</div><div>Headed outside to ride my Bugatti</div><div>They got drunk in this party</div><div>Now these bitches all horny</div><div>And I was foamin like Roddie</div><div>So I pulled it out and let the bitch blow me</div><div>Get my jewelry from Jacob</div><div>I don't shop at Benny's</div><div>Chain yellow and red</div><div>Shit looks like at Wendy's</div><div>Money stacks, I got plenty</div><div>Look at my feet, my shoes, they say Fendi</div><div>In a trap spot I'm vamping like Jerry</div><div>Cooking that work up like it's Denny's</div><div><br /></div><div>[Hook:]</div><div>Your girl got a cute face</div><div>Her friend got a nice body</div><div>And they just wanna have fun</div><div>This my type of party</div><div>Twenty bitches in the lobby</div><div>There's plenty bitches in my lobby</div><div>And they all drinkin', they smokin'</div><div>This my type of party</div><div><br /></div><div>[Verse 2:]</div><div>Bitch we bubble like soda</div><div>Sellin' these verses like coca</div><div>Bitch respect my persona</div><div>Or I'll leave your ass up in a coma</div><div>What's poppin'? Slam, okra</div><div>Twistin' it good like yoga</div><div>Kiss your bitch then I stroke her</div><div>They complain 'cause I got too much exposure</div><div>All of my meals I eat kosher</div><div>Blackout, break a nigga shoulder</div><div>Put the ratchet back up in the holster</div><div>Sick with it like I was pneumonia</div><div>I like your chain but it's a loaner</div><div>Can't talk to me, nigga hold up</div><div>Short breath nigga, I'm a grownup</div><div>See the space shuttle when a nigga roll up</div><div>Shift the clusters when I touch that gas</div><div>It's must a nigga bust that ass</div><div>In disgust the way you lust that trash</div><div>While we in the club and now we got it on smash</div><div>Smashin' every arena</div><div>International Visa</div><div>When I'm done a nigga need FEMA</div><div>Can't breathe, got emphysema</div><div>White lines on a black table, zebra</div><div>Sniff coke, become another creature</div><div>Tiptoeing on top of the speaker</div><div>Bitch, strip club dance like a ballerina</div><div>See me move with my army</div><div>Fuck you niggas, I'm sorry</div><div>With my caviar and my coffee</div><div>Bitch this my type of party</div><div><br /></div><div>[Hook]</div><div><br /></div><div>[Verse 3: J-Doe]</div><div>Bad hoe in my place</div><div>Stacked with a nice body</div><div>She just talkin' 'bout fuckin'</div><div>That's my type of party</div><div>Twenty hoes tryin' to call me</div><div>It's plenty hoes tryin' to call me</div><div>And niggas tryin' to be next</div><div>That's my type of party, okay</div><div>Ridin' round in my space ship</div><div>Fresh off of vacation</div><div>My bitch look amazing</div><div>Your bitches look basic</div><div>Hear your shit and change stations</div><div>My style is looking like greatness</div><div>Your swag need some donations (hold up)</div><div>Shout out to my boy Dom</div><div>LA niggas, we on</div><div>Tyga, Problem & Kendrick</div><div>Game & YG let's get it</div><div>I'm killin' the verse with no problem</div><div>Don't rehearse and don't write 'em</div><div>I just mob in that booth</div><div>Whatever I do sound awesome</div><div><br /></div><div>[Hook]</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180252633868938409.post-61940493228074636652024-03-16T04:35:00.000-07:002024-03-16T04:35:09.503-07:00Adorn lyrics - Busta Rhymes (performed with Miguel, Reek Da Villian & J-Doe)<div>[Intro: Reek Da Villain]</div><div>Whoo!</div><div>Can't wait to taste your skin</div><div>Villain, listen - Miguel</div><div>(The Conglomerate)</div><div><br /></div><div>[Verse 1: Reek Da Villain]</div><div>Daughter of a queen, fit for a prince</div><div>Took me from a frog to a man with a kiss</div><div>Now I'm prince charming, you my miss, darling</div><div>Life on a dice game, she my Miss All-In</div><div>Fell to the ground and it made my head crack</div><div>Know I ball like a nigga with a leg tat</div><div>Everyday without you's a major set back</div><div>And the way I adorn you, I can't accept that</div><div>Naw... I need you, this is far from optional</div><div>Get chills from the thought of some other nigga poppin' you</div><div>Hold your hand while they roll you through the hospital</div><div>I'd give you a child every day if it was possible</div><div><br /></div><div>[Hook: Miguel]</div><div>Ooh babe, my love</div><div>Just let my love adorn you</div><div>Please, baby... yeah</div><div>You gotta know</div><div>You gotta know</div><div>You know that I adorn you</div><div>Yeah baby...</div><div>Baby</div><div><br /></div><div>[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]</div><div>Mommy got a beauty, make me weak until I can't cope</div><div>Smelling like a watermelon, Neutrogena bath soap</div><div>Now remember that nervous excitement that you used to get</div><div>Blood rushin' harder, get to racin' just a little bit</div><div>More so from your first woman that you appreciated fully</div><div>If she was your first love, 'specially your first pussy</div><div>You so in tune with each other, let me inform you</div><div>Over protective with the shit we have cause I adorn you</div><div>Regulate your ex, I can't help it if he scorn, boo</div><div>Only familiar with securing wins, that's what I'm born to do</div><div>Call her that "Ain't Nothin' Better"</div><div>And focusing on what we got so we can grow together</div><div>Let's do it</div><div><br /></div><div>[Hook]</div><div><br /></div><div>[Verse 3: J-Doe]</div><div>You know it's hard for me to tell you the...</div><div>Way you got me feelin' baby</div><div>You know cause, 'cause I ain't really with the sucker shit</div><div>You know, but I'm trying</div><div>Girl I wanna be the only one (the only one)</div><div>Aye, but I ain't motherfuckin' stupid</div><div>Know niggas gonna be choosing</div><div>Tyin' your ass right down, so I make sure your ass is used to</div><div>Gettin' fly shit, you know that's my bitch</div><div>When you see us, she look more rare than a diamond</div><div>Unh - you know I'm playin' on another level</div><div>I just wait and spend your rent on another Bezel</div><div>Damn...</div><div><br /></div><div>[Hook]</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180252633868938409.post-81530639514932296732024-03-16T04:34:00.001-07:002024-03-16T04:34:40.880-07:00No Worries lyrics - Busta Rhymes (performed with Reek Da Villian, Lil Wayne & Detail)<div>[Hook:]</div><div>Look me in my face</div><div>I ain't got no worries</div><div>I ain't got no worries</div><div>I ain't got no worries</div><div>See them shroomies keep me up</div><div>So I ain't got no worries</div><div>I ain't got no worries</div><div>I ain't got no worries</div><div>You see money, right there</div><div>That's Tunechi, right there</div><div>Yeah that's Mack Maine, right there</div><div>And we ain't got no worries</div><div>You see pussy, right there</div><div>Red bone mangoes right there</div><div>See them shroomies, right there</div><div>We ain't got no worries</div><div><br /></div><div>[Verse 1: Reek Da Villain]</div><div>See that pistol off of my waist</div><div>So I ain't got no worries</div><div>Got them snowflakes in my chain so them diamonds glowin' in flurries</div><div>Got your chicken all in my face, tryin' to feed me all of that curry</div><div>And I was 'bout to eat the shit up, but that kitty cat was too furry</div><div>And I'm like "baby girl you crazy - baby girl you crazy"</div><div>I'm not lazy I got Bronco up in that pussy, Willis McGahee</div><div>You should pay me just to fuck you</div><div>Few stacks, just pluck you</div><div>I got golden arms, platinum fingers</div><div>It's a privilege for me to just touch you bitch</div><div>Yeah... got your buddy all in my whip</div><div>Got 'bout 20 strong in my clip</div><div>And my money long as my dick</div><div>I watch birds fly on my strip</div><div>I watch herbs die my strip</div><div>I watch slugs fly on my grip</div><div>Anytime them fucks high on my chips</div><div>See that Villain, so trill</div><div>That Villain boy so trill</div><div>I'm top shelf in that supermarket and all you niggas no frills</div><div>That black card in my pocket, I ain't spendin' no bills</div><div>Drop that molly in the champagne</div><div>Why? 'Cause I ain't takin' no pills</div><div><br /></div><div>[Hook]</div><div><br /></div><div>[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]</div><div>It's Busta Buss in the place</div><div>And I ain't got no worries</div><div>'Cause I'm bustin' all in her face</div><div>'Til her vision start to get blurry</div><div>Yeah, see me 'bout to get straight to it</div><div>And we getting to this shit early</div><div>Oh man, oh Lord, of his mercy</div><div>See the way we got 'em all thirsty</div><div>Bitch come and ride with me on this journey</div><div>Come and straddle on my beef jerky</div><div>I'm a make her sweat, the more we get dirty</div><div>Bitch had a perm but now her shit curly</div><div>It's Young Money right here</div><div>It's The Conglomerate right here</div><div>See all this bread that I'm a peel off</div><div>When I get to buyin' everything up in here</div><div>Shit getting' hot and gettin' all humid</div><div>Poppin' that molly, actin' all stupid</div><div>When they ask who the nicest in the circle</div><div>Don't be mad 'cause your name ain't included</div><div>If you need water flow be like fluids</div><div>See the way we comin' in suited and booted</div><div>When I finish with 'em I leave 'em all wounded</div><div>Bitch you ain't knowin' my Level Five mutant</div><div>See how this shit is really going</div><div>Acting like they ain't knowing</div><div>Got a nigga really digging in they pocket</div><div>And every time I ask they open and closin'</div><div>Look I hope you know what the fuck, what this shit is</div><div>When I dig in your stomach and you curse me</div><div>Go ahead and angle the pussy a whole other way</div><div>I ain't got no worries, biatch!</div><div><br /></div><div>[Hook]</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180252633868938409.post-87852259422842710382024-03-16T04:34:00.000-07:002024-03-16T04:34:15.445-07:00Elevator Music lyrics - Busta Rhymes (performed with J-Doe)<div>[Verse 1: J-Doe]</div><div>If you ain't get the memo, I been here before Nintendo</div><div>Every instrumental, I beat that shit up like Kimbo</div><div>The whip is too official</div><div>Bitch that ain't no rental, noting on my window</div><div>I ride my shit on fish bowl, just me and my kin folk</div><div>Ballin' like we just got drafted, jeans could pay your rent, hoe</div><div>I am the #1 draft pick, I'm spazzin', I'm smashin',</div><div>My whip Sunset blasting, my own shit, I'm on, bitch</div><div>They be lookin' at the nigga like "oh shit!"</div><div>I'm chosen, I'm glowin', my wrist look like it's snowed in</div><div>I'm in the freshest clothing, don't act like you ain't knowin'</div><div>'Bout J-Doe, I'm great hoe, I be everywhere that you can't go</div><div>I hit the game at a different angle</div><div>These boys gettin' paid with the same flow,</div><div>I'm on my own shit, you see me getting' paper</div><div>I'm still a ghetto nigga, those rich folks is my neighbours</div><div>I'm getting more popular, so I'm gettin' way more haters</div><div>But them boys on the ground, I'm on that elevator</div><div><br /></div><div>[Hook:]</div><div>As you can see it's going down</div><div>Actually it's not, let me turn that bitch around</div><div>They say it's going down, I say it's going up, stupid</div><div>And I got the dough to prove it with my elevator music</div><div>Okay, my elevator music</div><div>Life is going good, I need my elevator music,</div><div>They say it's going down I say it's going up stupid</div><div>And I got the dough to prove it, with my elevator music</div><div>Come on</div><div><br /></div><div>[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]</div><div>Why all niggas wanna watch me</div><div>Question in the move that I mean</div><div>Twenty years later bitch, a lot of bitches say that I'm great</div><div>I only say that I'm straight,</div><div>Six o'clock and you mother fuckers</div><div>I see a lot of niggas who are haters</div><div>I'm a need you block and you mother fuckers</div><div>Time in time and then I'm coming again</div><div>Whatever game watch, in and zone</div><div>Call a bitch and let it play with a pussy</div><div>Feel me bitch and my camera phone</div><div>Watch out now you're the danger on</div><div>Just give me the ass and leave me alone</div><div>Just do it with the ass and you could go home</div><div>Baby girl wildnin', I can only grown</div><div>And then I pay attention to the way you're behaving</div><div>You already see a nigga, you right</div><div>Frontin' 'bout all the good pussy you saving,</div><div>But you know a nigga wanna spread you right?</div><div>But it in your head and demonstrate the way he use it</div><div>We're climbin' maxin' while we're elevating</div><div>Elevator music, go!</div><div><br /></div><div>[Hook]</div><div><br /></div><div>[Verse 3: Reek Da Villain]</div><div>You ain't read the headline I'm so dope I might get fed time</div><div>And y'all boys ain't made a check 'cause your style passes deadline</div><div>For this other motherfuckers it's bedtime, my team is taking over</div><div>You can't beat us or join us bitch, so you might as well no rep no more</div><div>I'm on your, girlfriend's, list of favorite artists</div><div>My flow sound like Harvard, y'all niggas sound retarded</div><div>I'm an Inglewood boy and this is how we do it</div><div>When you see me, nigga, you see LA, I'm a Bruin</div><div><br /></div><div>[Hook]</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180252633868938409.post-83648308973091425532024-03-16T04:33:00.001-07:002024-03-16T04:33:36.269-07:00What You Wanna Do lyrics - Busta Rhymes (performed by J-Doe)<div>[Intro:]</div><div>Yeah</div><div>Yeah</div><div>Watch me</div><div><br /></div><div>[Verse 1:]</div><div>Look, ok, J-Doe in up in the damn box</div><div>You might even drop a shit on anything hot</div><div>Encore if it's R&B or reggae if it's pop</div><div>When it come to hip-hop nigga I got a lock</div><div>I don't fuck with haters just how I don't fuck with cops</div><div>I learned on my block when I see your own talk</div><div>A hundred chicks is calling me, they follow me and Flox</div><div>Young nigga coming from the bottom to the top</div><div>They love it, bad bitches in my front row</div><div>They crushin, I tell em come up to the penthouse</div><div>They Russian, them Grammies and plaques on the wall</div><div>Don't touch em, why you callin me baby in the bed</div><div>With this fuckin, yea I'm buzzin in the street, I got em blushing in the cheeks</div><div>I'm telling every bitch I meet oh yea you fuckin with a beast</div><div>Okay it's nothing to a G, I'm getting money, can't you see?</div><div>They can't, nobody fuck with me</div><div>And if you think you can then wuchu wanna do?</div><div><br /></div><div>[Hook:]</div><div>What you gonna do? What you gonna do?</div><div>What you gonna do? What you gonna do?</div><div>What you gonna do? What you gonna do?</div><div>What you gonna do? What you gonna do?</div><div><br /></div><div>Okay, what you gon' say?</div><div>What you gon' do?</div><div>When I see your girls</div><div>Comin' for you</div><div>(I'm just a smooth ma'fucka)</div><div>She ain't gon' say no</div><div><br /></div><div>What you gonna do? What you gonna do?</div><div>What you gonna do? What you gonna do?</div><div>What you gonna do? What you gonna do?</div><div>What you gonna do? What you gonna do?</div><div><br /></div><div>[Verse 2:]</div><div>Okay, if we get closed, that's the thing you're standing next to</div><div>Don't be actin cool, nigga I ain't never met you</div><div>I'm a whip that ass, ain't nobody gonna rescue</div><div>You ain't gotta sneeze for me to bless you</div><div>Yea I had no girl, then I used her like a restroom</div><div>On my line every day and she don't even text you</div><div>She can stay over here, that's how niggas from the west do</div><div>Even if she go sleep over, she stay in the guest room</div><div>Yea I'm whippin niggas ass on this microphone shit</div><div>And I'm filin no trends, bitch I'm on my own shit</div><div>Niggas in this industry be walkin on that clone shit</div><div>Gotta pay attention to the niggas you do songs with</div><div>I ain't letting whack ass half ass rappers</div><div>Get up on no song with me, that's working ass rackots</div><div>No one gotta take it with me up in this damn thang</div><div>And if you got a problem nigga that's what numbers say</div><div>Aye, what you gonna do?</div><div><br /></div><div>[Hook]</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180252633868938409.post-82685622580041300372024-03-16T04:33:00.000-07:002024-03-16T04:33:09.952-07:00Fuckin Problems lyrics - Busta Rhymes (performed with J-Doe & 2 Chainz)<div>[Hook: 2 Chainz, Drake, A$AP Rocky]</div><div>I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem</div><div>And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem</div><div>I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem</div><div>And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin' problem</div><div>I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem</div><div>And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem</div><div>If finding somebody real is your fuckin' problem</div><div>Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it</div><div><br /></div><div>[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]</div><div>What they sayin', though? Talk to me, boo</div><div>Tell me what you and your bitches really wanna do</div><div>We just met, and I like to fuck, in case she never knew</div><div>Beat up the pussy on the balcony – better view</div><div>Go ahead and suck that dick - but never chew</div><div>No need to leave your girls out, you can bring 'em too</div><div>Ass bouncin' on a nigga like a kangaroo</div><div>From One Oak to Greenhouse on Avenue</div><div>Fuck 'em 'til they in a coma and they got a clue</div><div>Smellin' the pussy aroma, what you tryin' to prove?</div><div>Massive-ass orgy in the fountain, blue</div><div>Still spendin' money from my deal with Mountain Dew</div><div>I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem</div><div>Especially when I got a lot of fuckin' options</div><div>Bid on the baddest bitches like a fuckin' auction</div><div>I need a new endorsement from a fuckin' condom</div><div><br /></div><div>[Hook]</div><div><br /></div><div>Watch me...</div><div>J-Doe</div><div><br /></div><div>[Verse 2: J-Doe]</div><div>Yeah, fuckin' bad bitches is my fuckin' problem</div><div>I don't know one fly nigga who ain't fuckin' got it</div><div>Same issue that I'm havin' which is fuckin' awesome</div><div>Why this fuckin' problem even considered a fuckin' problem?</div><div>Yeah I'm fuckin' bad bitches from LA to Boston</div><div>New York City, Kansas City, all the way to Austin</div><div>Texas, one look at my necklace, she hop on my checklist</div><div>Fuck her and her best friend</div><div>And my flow is infectious, I should be arrested</div><div>I'm young and I'm reckless, you must have a death wish</div><div>If you try to go against me, nigga</div><div>I'll put you and your career under six feet, nigga</div><div>I see no contender unless I'm lookin' in the mirror</div><div>Told your girl come surrender, tomorrow I don't remember</div><div>Gotta fallout like November, but I'm colder than December</div><div>Got money on my agenda come and roll on this adventure</div><div>Ma'fucka, I beast!</div><div><br /></div><div>[Hook]</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180252633868938409.post-88297543855074280902024-03-16T04:32:00.001-07:002024-03-16T04:32:38.717-07:00Hail Mary lyrics - Busta Rhymes (performed with Trey Songz, Young Jeezy & Lil Wayne)<div>[Intro:]</div><div>(Hail Mary, Hail Mary, Hail Mary)</div><div>It's Trigga (Bussa Buss)</div><div>(Trig, what's happenin' nigga?)</div><div>I got that game (I got that game)</div><div>I caught a play (I caught a play)</div><div>We goin' long (we goin' long)</div><div>Do what I say (do what I say)</div><div>I've got my game face on (yeah, yeah, yeah)</div><div>I got my game face on, come on</div><div><br /></div><div>The conglomerate, baby!</div><div><br /></div><div>[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]</div><div>I don't want a war, drop them drawers,</div><div>How it feel? Shit</div><div>Peep how they applaud</div><div>When I walk out on that field, bitch</div><div>Y'all already know the way I'm moving, anyway</div><div>I do this every day</div><div>Watch the way we execute the play</div><div>Fuck the shit you say!</div><div>Feelin' kinda sloppy, Nouveau Gotti</div><div>With the coup today</div><div>Mami, what my niggas do, I'm sorry</div><div>Yeah, they shoot the K</div><div>Here you know the motto</div><div>See we gotta get the loot and pray</div><div>For my enemies, pop them bottles</div><div>Follow suit and spray</div><div>Fuck the ref, nigga</div><div>Fuck the foul call</div><div>Hit her with the dick, she cursed me</div><div>For hittin' her with my foul ball</div><div>You can bring your friends, little mami</div><div>You know my style, though</div><div>'Case you ain't know, we ride on</div><div><br /></div><div>[Hook: Trey Songz]</div><div>Hey girl you say you like it deep, Hail Mary</div><div>Hey girl you know the play, Hail Mary</div><div>Tonight we going long, yeah, we be goin' long</div><div>Hey, huddle up, Hail Mary</div><div>I ain't tryin' to punt, Hail Mary</div><div>Tonight we goin' long</div><div>We be goin' long, Hail Mary</div><div><br /></div><div>[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]</div><div>I got my chopper in my 'rari</div><div>In case I see my enemies</div><div>I don't know what's gotten into me</div><div>Tonight I'm on this Hennessy</div><div>I won't usually do the brown</div><div>But tonight is special (special)</div><div>Sam Rothstein be my agenda, yeah my special</div><div>My 2-door is retarded,</div><div>I call that bitch special-ed</div><div>I don't even know her name</div><div>I just call her special-ed</div><div>Another year, same haters, usual suspects</div><div>Worried 'bout another nigga,</div><div>I swear that shit is suspect</div><div>Keyser Soze, sold the yay, and I got away</div><div>Hit the club, bay air fresh, in case I die today</div><div>Hail Mary, told her it's the world, ain't got shit to lose</div><div>'Bout to go long, celebrate, like I'm Cindy Cruse</div><div><br /></div><div>[Hook]</div><div><br /></div><div>[Verse 3: Trey Songz]</div><div>Whatever you want I got it</div><div>Got a drop-top in my pocket</div><div>You pop it, you watch it</div><div>Keep on poppin' and I'm a drop it</div><div>So hard to be alone, anyone'll go</div><div>But right here at this moment</div><div>You the one I want to roll, so</div><div>You got the ball baby, it's in your hands</div><div>I'm a be the coach, I'm a let you know the plan</div><div>What's next is, baby you and me exit</div><div>What now? I'm a get you naked,</div><div>Do a little bit of sexin'</div><div>Touch down</div><div>And once you let me score,</div><div>I'm a wanna score again</div><div>Double O, triple O, baby I'm a play to win</div><div>Say the best stuff, and see some good D</div><div>Hey girl I heard you like it deep</div><div><br /></div><div>[Hook]</div><div><br /></div><div>[Verse 4: Lil' Wayne]</div><div>Tunchi in this muthafucka,</div><div>Hail Mary, full of grace</div><div>I don't remember her name,</div><div>But I remember how her pussy tastes,</div><div>I go long, so long, she love the way that I put it down</div><div>Got you goin' in circles, all you gotta do is look around</div><div>I'm Mr. Right and she's Ms. Tonight,</div><div>Pussy so nice, gotta kiss it twice</div><div>Pussy so tight my tongue get stuck</div><div>My tongue get stuck like lickin' ice</div><div>Hoes call me QB, I throw that dick too deep</div><div>I told her she's the preacher's wife,</div><div>She said practice what you preach</div><div>She said "ah, me so horny, he love me long time"</div><div>I say how 'bout 69, she say numbers don't lie</div><div>I say true, you ain't never told no lie</div><div>You ain't never told no lie</div><div>And you know they say love is blind</div><div>So close your eyes</div><div><br /></div><div>[Hook]</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180252633868938409.post-49895899947687183992024-03-16T04:32:00.000-07:002024-03-16T04:32:00.777-07:00Backseat Freestyle lyrics - Busta Rhymes (performed by Reek Da Villian & J-Doe with Kendrick Lamar)<div>[Intro:]</div><div>Busta had a dream</div><div>Reek Da Villian had a dream</div><div>J-Doe had a dream</div><div>Hold up, okay</div><div><br /></div><div>[Verse 1:]</div><div>All my life I want money and power</div><div>I thought I'd get that moving the white powder</div><div>Then I start spittin, anybody can get devoured</div><div>I made that shit, better turn me up louder</div><div>Damn I got bitches, damn I got bitches</div><div>Damn I got bitches,</div><div>But I can't be consistent</div><div>They all wanna get me</div><div>There's no time cause I'm busy</div><div>You see me once then you miss me</div><div>I'm on the streets on my grizzy</div><div>I gotta scrape up these pitties, she at the door with them titties</div><div>She pull out one, she pull out 2</div><div>I guess I got my moment</div><div>Yes, I'm trying hard to resist it</div><div>So I gotta pray for forgiveness</div><div>Cause Lord knows, Lord knows I got too many bitches</div><div>I'm with a model, why you holla at a basic bitch?</div><div>I got a bottle, see me pourin up that Ace and shit</div><div>Ah nah nah, nigga don't get mad at me</div><div>She see me pourin waterfalls and tried to chase the shit</div><div>She ain't used to being round all this amazingness</div><div>She see me 5 feet away and now she can't resist</div><div>You know I had to drop a verse before my favorite shit</div><div><br /></div><div>[Hook:]</div><div>All my life I want money and power</div><div>Respect my mind or die from lead showers</div><div>I pray my dick get big as the Eiffel Tower</div><div>So I can fuck the world for 72 hours</div><div><br /></div><div>[Bridge:]</div><div>Damn I got bitches, damn I got bitches</div><div>Damn I got bitches, wifey, girlfriend and mistress</div><div>All my life I want money and power</div><div>Respect my mind or die from lead showers</div><div><br /></div><div>[Verse 2:]</div><div>Our hand on the steering wheel, the game is like my taxi</div><div>I'm the one that's driving all you rappers to the backseat</div><div>Conglomerate running shit, welcome to the track meet</div><div>I keep at least 100 racks just where all my stacks be</div><div>Taxi cab fashion, got yo bitch up in the backseat</div><div>Making noises like she have shit, while I stabbed it</div><div>It's the money guys, yea we all about that mula</div><div>Put that ruga to your tuta, now they screamin hallelujah</div><div>Salute to the big homies that's banging on the west side</div><div>9 shots, fill my homie C Murda and Aesop</div><div>Yea that be that blood love, show my niggas thug love</div><div>Even though the credit stores, money what we love blood</div><div><br /></div><div>[Outro:]</div><div>Let it run Ali</div><div>Martin had a dream</div><div>Martin had a dream</div><div>Kendrick have a dream</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180252633868938409.post-86004431330651509242024-03-16T04:31:00.000-07:002024-03-16T04:31:12.404-07:00Cash Money / Young Mula lyrics - Busta Rhymes (performed with Reek Da Villian, J-Doe & Big Sean)<div>[Intro:]</div><div>Yo, yo, yo, yo...</div><div>Young Mula</div><div><br /></div><div>[Hook: Big Sean]</div><div>Ain't nothin' more important than the mula</div><div>Ain't nothin' more important than the mula</div><div>Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise God, hallelujah</div><div><br /></div><div>[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]</div><div>Every time I talk I got these niggas sayin' "damn, he nice"</div><div>"Oh shit! Can't believe it! Motherfuck! Jesus Christ!"</div><div>So many blocks of diamonds shinin' on me like a big piece of ice</div><div>Cook that coke up for the hood like a nigga got a pot full of peas and rice</div><div>Yeah...</div><div>You see we off to the future</div><div>I don't mingle with broke niggas 'cause I don't talk to losers</div><div>Okay – yeah, I know – you niggas heard them rumors</div><div>It's official (Conglomerate) Cash Money, Young Mula</div><div>Pop a bottle, pour liquor on the floor</div><div>Pop a molly, then I fuck a couple hoes</div><div>Pop a band, see all this money on my soul</div><div>And I will pop you band in case a nigga didn't know</div><div>Ain't nothin' more important than the mula</div><div>See how I swag on a bitch like it's nothin', dippity doo da!</div><div><br /></div><div>[Hook]</div><div><br /></div><div>[Verse 2: Reek Da Villain]</div><div>Nothin' more important than the mula</div><div>All the Spanish bitches call me Papi Chula</div><div>Stay on deck, I always got the Ruger</div><div>Face shot make 'em look like Freddy Kruger</div><div>Mercy – please lord, show me mercy</div><div>I was faded off the molly when I fucked that bitch raw</div><div>Please let her not have herpes</div><div>'Cause I swear if a bitch ever burn me</div><div>I'm a shoot a hoe down like Worthy</div><div>These niggas walk around with they mouth</div><div>Pants on some 300 shit lookin' like Xerxes</div><div>Real Gs over here, that trill shit</div><div>You girl asked me, did I use a steel dick?</div><div>Naw hoe – that's that third leg 9 flow</div><div>I be on that pimp shit like Chicago</div><div>And a nigga flip cane like Pablo</div><div>And y'all niggas look like 5-0</div><div>Askin' 'bout all my slimes, yo</div><div>'Cause we booked a team, but homie for the green</div><div>We put nines on niggas like Rondo</div><div>'Glomerate, YMC, yo, bombin' shit</div><div>Big Bs to the Billy Badass niggas that be on that Tony Montana shit</div><div><br /></div><div>[Hook]</div><div><br /></div><div>[Verse 3: J-Doe]</div><div>Ain't nothin' more important than the dollar bill</div><div>I'm goin' hard and I go harder once I got a 'mil</div><div>This white girl just popped a pill and told me "cop a feel"</div><div>Okay, this road to riches, come with a lot thrills!</div><div>My flow is cold, bitch, I just caught a chill</div><div>I mean my flow is hot like it's on the grill</div><div>You m'fuckas better know the drill</div><div>A lot of niggas rappin', but none of them is real</div><div>Shows, clothes, dough, yeah, I get all the above</div><div>The DJ spinnin' all my shit when I walk in the club</div><div>A thousand beehives, I got a bigger buzz</div><div>Yeah, I'm addicted to the mula, I can't get enough!</div><div><br /></div><div>[Hook]</div><div><br /></div><div>[Outro: Big Sean]</div><div>Where my real niggas that's gon' ride for me?</div><div>Where my fine freaks that's gon' ride for me?</div><div>Where my real niggas that's gon' ride for me?</div><div>Where my fine freaks that's gon' ride for me?</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180252633868938409.post-49338712049429237132024-03-01T06:21:00.000-08:002024-03-01T06:21:15.158-08:00Year Of The Dragon (2012)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Rhymes] Yea</div><div>[announcer] Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready?</div><div>[B. Rhymes] Yea</div><div>[announcer] Are you rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrready?</div><div>[B. Rhymes] Ha ha ha ha ha</div><div>{"Make some nooooooise!"}</div><div>[announcer] Put your hands together</div><div>{"Make some nooooooise!"}</div><div><br /></div><div>[sample of "Shout" by Tears for Fears]</div><div>"Shout, shout - I'm talking to you"</div><div>"C'mon!" [echoes]</div><div><br /></div><div>[announcer] I want everybody in here to stand up on your feet</div><div>[B. Rhymes] Turn my music up</div><div>{"Make some nooooooise!"}</div><div>[B. Rhymes] Turn my mic up a little more too</div><div>{"Make some nooooooise!"}</div><div>[B. Rhymes] Yeah (yeah, yeah)</div><div>{"Make some nooooooise!"}</div><div>[announcer] I want everybody in here to stand up on your feet</div><div><br /></div><div>[sample of "Shout" by Tears for Fears]</div><div>"Shout, shout - I'm talking to you"</div><div>"C'mon!" [echoes]</div><div><br /></div><div>[Busta Rhymes]</div><div>Aiyyo where's Spliff at?</div><div>It's about to be a problem now nigga</div><div><br /></div><div>Once I capture the soul of the street it's so hard for me to let go</div><div>It's like I let the Tec go, hear the stadium echo</div><div>Now it's reachin the barrio, where the weakness is silent</div><div>Puttin the fear of God in them while I'm shiftin the climate</div><div>The gladiator presence, everything about me giant</div><div>This the (Year of the Dragon), with the heart of a lion</div><div>Got 'em throwin they flag up, how I come to provide it</div><div>Now we makin them riot, 'til we makin them tired</div><div>You could never deny it, how I came and conspired</div><div>Then bang them with the shit like Earth and Jupiter collided</div><div>Then I came and reminded 'em, of how the spark ignited 'em</div><div>and conquered continents the size of easy times five of them</div><div>And while I ride for them, you niggaz lied to them</div><div>I give pride to them, and get it right for them</div><div>I heat the street to wear you, and smell the earth burn</div><div>And captivate 'em with my first words</div><div>Everybody!</div><div><br /></div><div>[Chours]</div><div>"Shout, shout - I'm talking to you"</div><div>{"Make some nooooooise!"}</div><div>"C'mon!" [echoes]</div><div>{"Make some nooooooise!"}</div><div>{"Make some nooooooise!"}</div><div>{"Make some nooooooise!"}</div><div><br /></div><div>"HOLLA!!" - [Missy Elliott]</div><div><br /></div><div>[Busta Rhymes]</div><div>Back to apply the pressure</div><div>Body up on the stretcher, hot like a lot of pepper!</div><div>Most of you niggaz soft, cotton and polyester</div><div>Y'all know how I go off, legend like Robert Nesta</div><div>You know I'm out get you, take over large towns</div><div>And politic with Billys, couple cigar rounds</div><div>See how I make it pop, knockin 'em all down</div><div>Watchin 'em all drown, this how the LORD sound!</div><div>Your swag lost so now you really need to look around</div><div>And try to find it nigga, searchin the lost-found</div><div>While I welcome the hate, my mother prayin for me</div><div>Got too much money to count, my niggaz weigh it for me</div><div>Let me appraise you closely</div><div>They can't believe the way we bust it up like it's nothin, problem is we just playin homie</div><div>And when we in the spot there won't be no delayin, only</div><div>to collect another trophy, now go 'head and say it for me!</div><div><br /></div><div>[Chorus]</div><div><br /></div><div>[sample of "Shout" by Tears for Fears]</div><div>"Shout, shout - I'm talking to you"</div><div>"C'mon!" [echoes]</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180252633868938409.post-29777657617812774402024-03-01T06:16:00.002-08:002024-03-01T06:16:51.267-08:00Til We Die lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Rick Ross & Trey Songz)<div>[Hook:]</div><div>I got whatever I signed</div><div>You wanna hop in, bitch comin’ on</div><div>Just have to have your mouth wide</div><div>If you know that you plan on coming on</div><div>On for what you..</div><div>And if you think we’re gonna stop</div><div>That’s just absurd</div><div>My little finger’s in the sky</div><div>Screamin’ fuck a hater til the day a nigga die</div><div><br /></div><div>[BUSTA RHYMES VERSE:]</div><div>Yea, I got ‘em yellin’ “Oh God, Lord”</div><div>Presence fresh, your neck rise, sharp Tom Ford</div><div>Fuck G4s, I charter private Concords</div><div>And she through the sky like missiles when they dodge ball</div><div>Toast them bottles with the booze</div><div>Smell and stink like old money buried in the king’s tomb</div><div>When you think we smell funny, certain niggas wanna watch ‘em</div><div>When it comes to money I’m a nose fragrance, watch the flower blossom</div><div>When it comes to bread, y’all niggas know it’s me</div><div>I articulate beautiful like a poetry</div><div>Hoes bring me that paper just like they all in 3’s</div><div>Chip ‘em a revenue, God bless my rosaries</div><div>Listen , that’s why your witness and your highness</div><div>We’re celebratin’ success and sippin’ on the finest</div><div>Most you motherfuckers need to learn to stand behind us</div><div>When we come and dismantle you niggas quick and leave you spineless</div><div>But that’s for you to dodge us</div><div><br /></div><div>[Hook:]</div><div>I got whatever I signed</div><div>You wanna hop in, bitch comin’ on</div><div>Just have to have your mouth wide</div><div>If you know that you plan on coming on</div><div>On for what you..</div><div>And if you think we’re gonna stop</div><div>That’s just absurd</div><div>My little finger’s in the sky</div><div>Screamin’ fuck a hater til the day a nigga die</div><div><br /></div><div>[ROZAAAY VERSE:]</div><div>She see me stackin’ cheese in my saggy sheets</div><div>Silver and Sela, smokin’ lavender leaf</div><div>Yellow Jesus piece, I still feed the streets</div><div>I’m getting score, that Ferrari seats</div><div>Riders at the top, get arrogant on ‘em</div><div>Set a bottle off, you can ride if you wanna</div><div>My money mandatory, slippy what deposits look</div><div>Money green, Maserati with a body kit</div><div>Dead presidents, got my name on the blim</div><div>Fast in the residence based on a tip</div><div>Playin innocent, the state attorney want a grip</div><div>I’ve got enough, get with puff, I could make a flip</div><div>Fuck the charge down for me to top the Forbes list</div><div>I’m a fat boy, I but ‘em on that poor shit</div><div>You see that money? I’m touchin’ mine</div><div>It’s Rosay, Trey Songz, Busta Rhymes</div><div>I got whatever I signed</div><div>You wanna hop in, bitch comin’ on</div><div>Just have to have your mouth wide</div><div>If you know that you plan on coming on</div><div>On for what you..</div><div>And if you think we’re gonna stop</div><div>That’s just absurd</div><div>My little finger’s in the sky</div><div>Screamin’ fuck a hater til the day a nigga die</div><div>Hand on my heart while giving thanks and continued bustin’ these bottles open</div><div>Passin’ the time, securin’ lanes, gurkin’ forgot smokin’</div><div>Controllin’ every room when I enter there start toastin’</div><div>Undecided on what to drive, think the garage is open</div><div>As we do the impossible</div><div>It seems successfully manifestin’ a thought and livin’ out the dream</div><div>Leave an unforgettable mark of mud</div><div>I be in it like adding a chapter to the Bible with my blood, listen</div><div>Every day is like a weekend</div><div>Like we never give a fuck, celebratin’ for no reason</div><div>A convoy full of trucks, ain’t no question, we all eatin’</div><div>Then it’s silence when I talk like I’m hearin’ the Lord speakin’ now</div><div>As they complain about my ways</div><div>Cuz I’ll be grindin’, never sleepin’ just be ballin’ on for days</div><div>Be fuckin’ every model, every weed in out the strays</div><div>And then I’m bouncin’ that Bugatti slowly totin’ on the haze</div><div>Then we pass this shit to Trey</div><div><br /></div><div>[HOOK:]</div><div>I got whatever I signed</div><div>You wanna hop in, bitch comin’ on</div><div>Just have to have your mouth wide</div><div>If you know that you plan on coming on</div><div>On for what you..</div><div>And if you think we’re gonna stop</div><div>That’s just absurd</div><div>My little finger’s in the sky</div><div>Screamin’ fuck a hater til the day a nigga die</div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180252633868938409.post-4730640907831879672024-03-01T06:16:00.001-08:002024-03-01T06:16:26.204-08:00Do That Thing lyrics - Busta Rhymes<div>I wanna see you do that thing</div><div>Before you all pass out, pass out</div><div>Hands up, hands up</div><div>Spazz out, spazz out</div><div>Nobody could do it the way we get it down nah ah</div><div>We make ‘em blow their cash out cash out</div><div>Don’t you love it when we come and do it again?</div><div>Pour liquor till it’s filled out the glass (non-stop)</div><div>Either way we got it on snag</div><div>We don’t stop until we bounce like hum</div><div><br /></div><div>We ain’t stop til we knock off your block</div><div>Molly watch the flyest nigga with it purposely, I sloply nob</div><div>Some will break the square, would be getting Monopoly guap</div><div>Several in beautiful cities, that property hop</div><div>Most you niggas need to probably stop</div><div>Create a lane cuz when I come through most you’d do is probably flop</div><div>When speak chances of 3 shots, I probably pop</div><div>Shots legal til they nosils is hot, I’m to the spot</div><div>Now you knew Rihanna for him (I be the heat)</div><div>And we gotta put it on him (you see him in the street)</div><div>Let’s go. Avatar, shit I’m lost in the zone</div><div>Might as well give me the crown bitch, I’m bringing it home</div><div>Try to hell I hit the sand bitch, I’m standin’ alone</div><div>See I be like a katana til they bandage your bones</div><div>Why you niggas quit the block and left the shit that we bring?</div><div>Bust bottles and salute what’s legendary</div><div><br /></div><div>I wanna see you do that thing</div><div>Before you all pass out, pass out</div><div>Hands up, hands up</div><div>Spazz out, spazz out</div><div>Nobody could do it the way we get it down nah ah</div><div>We make ‘em blow their cash out cash out</div><div>Don’t you love it when we come and do it again?</div><div>Pour liquor till it’s filled out the glass (non-stop)</div><div>Either way we got it on snag</div><div>We don’t stop until we bounce like hum</div><div><br /></div><div>I’m comin’ and killin’ and causin’ you niggas to lose it</div><div>While a man took a challenge, this line that I’m smakin’ I’m stupid</div><div>Assaultin’ bad, I be the booth boy, love to abuse it</div><div>You see the high bean when I’m comin’ motherfucker, move it</div><div>And so by side</div><div>You know we got that shit</div><div>We give it to him til we makin’ a nigga say “I got it, bitch”</div><div>And uh we don’t stop, and uh we don’t quit</div><div>And uh they see nose flips because we drop their nose heads</div><div>I know for Moses harder to stomach</div><div>God had to spit enough flesh in, what he do to become it</div><div>I step in the building, demolish shit, you know how I got it</div><div>The way a man showin’ everything and o arguin’ it</div><div>My hundred fifty thousand dollar feature might swallow your budget</div><div>And fuck the hood up boy and see how they love it</div><div>Why you niggas quit the block and left the shit that we bring?</div><div>Bust bottles and salute what’s legendary</div><div><br /></div><div>I wanna see you do that thing</div><div>Before you all pass out, pass out</div><div>Hands up, hands up</div><div>Spazz out, spazz out</div><div>Nobody could do it the way we get it down nah ah</div><div>We make ‘em blow their cash out cash out</div><div>Don’t you love it when we come and do it again?</div><div>Pour liquor till it’s filled out the glass (non-stop)</div><div>Either way we got it on snag</div><div>We don’t stop until we bounce like hum</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180252633868938409.post-65827009976744980292024-03-01T06:16:00.000-08:002024-03-01T06:16:04.357-08:00Make It Look Easy lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Gucci Mane)<div>[Hook x2: Gucci Mane]</div><div>I make it look easy</div><div>All my real "get money ballas" stand up</div><div>Cause all my real "get money" ballas stand up</div><div>Get money money money money</div><div>Easy</div><div><br /></div><div>[Verse 1]</div><div>They know me as the king of the shine</div><div>It's Busta Buss, bitch, they call me stimulus rhymes</div><div>Familiar with women I got you curious times two</div><div>Delirious with bread, so serious with the mind, boo</div><div>Conspicuous, you might wanna take a flick of this wine, you</div><div>I'm sick with this, think you really wanna get with the swine flu?</div><div>Ridiculous, with such a meticulous grind (ooh)</div><div>Ventriloquist, the way niggas will spit when I rhyme too</div><div>Sometimes it's hard to believe me, the way I</div><div>Come with them classics and make it look easy and then I</div><div>Make me this money and spend it so freely and Jedi</div><div>Corner the market, that's when I</div><div><br /></div><div>[Hook x2]</div><div><br /></div><div>[Verse 2]</div><div>Know what this custom Louis just cost me?</div><div>Well if you did, you'd probably get your fucking hand off me</div><div>It's Damier leather chocolate darker than coffee</div><div>Staring at the space shuttle, when I pull up or pull off, see</div><div>Shawty be probably be pushing and answer me softly</div><div>She love the fact that I rep everything that a boss be</div><div>The type of boss she should get to know, and never should cross me</div><div>That make certain shit happen, I don't really think you should force me</div><div>All the way from the start to the finish, my friend I</div><div>Be getting it popping from the spark 'til they timid, can I</div><div>Make it look easier than fighting a midget, red eye</div><div>Off of that kush nigga, then I</div><div><br /></div><div>[Hook x2]</div><div><br /></div><div>[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]</div><div>Tostido make my diamonds, I'mma go and have some sides</div><div>Busta rhyming, rocking custom diamonds</div><div>I'm blinding, shit to me is easy grinding</div><div>Even if I was signed, ain't no need to sign me</div><div>Entirely, too turnt up my mind is</div><div>Focused on money like the IRS is</div><div>I pull up in a scratched Lexus with Texas</div><div>Tags, so many bricks I cause erections</div><div>Lethal injection, electric necklace</div><div>(Bling) flexing so check that off the checklist</div><div>I'm hungry, I'm eating rappers for breakfast</div><div>Respect, one verse will leave you breathless</div><div>I'm rapping on a Biggie beat, they didn't expect it</div><div>Fucking with me, expect the unexpected</div><div>Easy, breezy, cover like make-up</div><div>I break up the make up, I wait and cook cakes up</div><div><br /></div><div>[Hook x2]</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180252633868938409.post-65650481206347092392024-03-01T06:15:00.001-08:002024-03-01T06:15:33.685-08:00Pressure lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Lil Wayne)<div>[Hook]</div><div>Yeah we see you buss a bottle at your little table stunting</div><div>and we coming by the bar and get to fucking up your fronting</div><div>Putting pressure on ‘em</div><div>We puttin’ pressure on ‘em</div><div>We puttin’ pressure on ‘em</div><div>We puttin’ pressure on ‘em</div><div>Okay we see you in your Phantom acting cocky with your mrs</div><div>Yeah you ballin’, til you see us pull up with 9 of them bitches</div><div>Puttin pressure on ‘em</div><div>We puttin’ pressure on ‘em</div><div>We puttin’ pressure on ‘em</div><div>We puttin’ pressure on ‘em</div><div><br /></div><div>[Busta Rhymes]</div><div>Eh, eh-yo, when we do this shit</div><div>Now tell me why is you competing</div><div>When I be that type of nigga that get money when I’m sleeping</div><div>And when I’m farting and shittin’ I cop countries on the weekends</div><div>So ambitious my accountants got continence when I’m eating for me</div><div>Bussa buss the most diamonds and start retreating and beat the street up</div><div>Shit be sounding remarkable when I’m speaking homie</div><div>Huge rechargable batteries, bitch I’m tweaking</div><div>Short circuit electric chair voltage is every feature [?]</div><div>Like I’m short for breath drowning in money rushes</div><div>Fuck a blunt bitch I’m inhaling muffle, smoke from buses?</div><div>I defend my money like soldiers, I come to punish</div><div>Defence mechanisms from infections the way that puss is</div><div>Aint no fucking around, I’m frontin, get it</div><div>As for getting this bread, I’m like vomit so disgusting with it</div><div>Here’s my other alias, don’t forget it</div><div>Call me snow blower, blowing this bread like it’s nothing with it</div><div><br /></div><div>[Hook]</div><div><br /></div><div>[Lil Wayne]</div><div>Weezy F baby man, I gotta put the pressure on ‘em</div><div>Young Money the special team, we so Devin Hestor on ‘em</div><div>Right up on your girl lips, got my dick resting on ‘em</div><div>Soon as it woke up, it came and left it on ‘em</div><div>Swag with no effort on him</div><div>Quicker than a leopard on ‘em</div><div>If he got beef watch me sprinkle salt and pepper on ‘em</div><div>No spinderella, just plenty metal for any fellow</div><div>Semi settle everything for me and everything for me</div><div>Smoking on that G13 and everything funny</div><div>Especially y’all bitch ass niggas, kiss ass niggas</div><div>Blood gang, 6 flags nigga, no rollercoaster</div><div>Real shit, we hold the bread, the hoes hold the toasters</div><div>Young Casanova, I bend they asses over</div><div>She say my dick stronger than a six pack of cola</div><div>Man I’m so fly, I got arachnophobia</div><div>Pressure bust pipes but Weezy bust twice</div><div><br /></div><div>[Hook]</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180252633868938409.post-8351267534192420772024-03-01T06:15:00.000-08:002024-03-01T06:15:06.472-08:00Love-Hate lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Robin Thicke)<div>[Intro: Busta (Robin)]</div><div>I think I love ya, I think I love ya not</div><div>I think I love ya, I think I love ya not (I love you)</div><div>I think I love ya</div><div>(I can't get away from that taste, baby c'mon)</div><div>Uhh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (so right, so wrong)</div><div>Yeah, yeah, yeah (I love you, I hate you, need it like her-on)</div><div>Yeah (OOH!)</div><div><br /></div><div>[Busta Rhymes]</div><div>Baby girl see you the one, right?</div><div>And I love the way you appreciate my son life</div><div>Revolve around me how the planets do the sun like</div><div>They compliment the god phenomenally just right</div><div>Hmm, in the beginning you was just a cutie</div><div>But I love the way your flesh and spirit manifest your beauty</div><div>Smile pretty, ass bigger than my whole jacuzzi</div><div>This my city, have a seat and let me show the movie</div><div>Hmm, but I don't like it when you try to fight</div><div>Goin through the love and hell for shit to turn right</div><div>Instead of turnin LEFT, that's when the pain stick</div><div>See I don't like it when yo' ass try to talk shit</div><div>That's when the shit's a problem, when you be actin moody</div><div>Gettin mad at little shit and hold out on the coochie</div><div>Ha, even when I see the wrong sign</div><div>Baby girl me love ya long time</div><div>Hahahaha</div><div><br /></div><div>[Chorus: Robin Thicke (Busta)]</div><div>Baby I don't like you - I got a problem baby</div><div>Even though I love you - you got me goin crazy</div><div>Baby I don't like you - all up in my face baby</div><div>Even though I love you - I can't get away from that taste</div><div>Baby c'mon, so right, so wrong (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)</div><div>I love you, I hate you, need it like her-on, OOH! (yeah, yeah, yeah, YEAH)</div><div><br /></div><div>[Busta Rhymes (Robin Thicke)]</div><div>E'ry time you step up on the scene</div><div>I love the way you shine, I love the way you gleam</div><div>I love the way you THINK, I love the way you dream</div><div>I love the way you cook, I love the way you clean</div><div>(I love you) The way you rep for me it's hard to doubt ya</div><div>I scratch my head thinkin on what else I love about ya</div><div>So many different things, sometimes you drive me crazy</div><div>But what I love the MOST, is how you love my baby</div><div>(I hate you) Hmm, but then again when you be actin psycho</div><div>I don't like when you get jealous and be actin spiteful</div><div>Emotional and over-zealous got me feelin stifled</div><div>See I don't like the way you BLACK when you be on your cycle</div><div>Hmm, I think about when you be slackin up</div><div>And you get weak, see I don't like when you be actin up</div><div>Ha, even when I see the wrong sign</div><div>Fuck it, you know me love ya long time</div><div>Hahahaha</div><div><br /></div><div>[Chorus]</div><div><br /></div><div>[Busta Rhymes (Robin Thicke)]</div><div>(I love you) That's why I got you on my side</div><div>(I hate you) That's when I put you out my ride</div><div>(I love you) That's why I rep you with the fullness</div><div>(You know that I hate you) Whenever you be on that bullshit</div><div>All my ladies all around the world</div><div>Hold your man down, show him how you rep to the finish</div><div>All my homies all around the world</div><div>Hold your girl down, show 'em how you rep when they with us</div><div><br /></div><div>[Chorus 2X]</div><div><br /></div><div>[Outro: Robin (Busta)]</div><div>(I think I love ya) I love you</div><div>I can't get away from that taste</div><div>Baby c'mon, so right, so wrong (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)</div><div>I love you, I hate you, need it like her-on, OOH! (yeah, yeah, yeah)</div><div>(I think I love ya) I love you</div><div>(I think I love ya not, I think I love ya)</div><div>I love you</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180252633868938409.post-82619829846209430272024-03-01T06:14:00.001-08:002024-03-01T06:14:42.008-08:00Grind Real Slow lyrics - Busta Rhymes<div>[Intro: Busta]</div><div>Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)</div><div>Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)</div><div>Yeah...</div><div><br /></div><div>[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]</div><div>Grind real slow (real slow, real slow)</div><div>Gr-gr-gr-grind real slow (real slow, real slow)</div><div>Grind real slow (real slow, real slow)</div><div>Gr-gr-gr-grind real slow</div><div><br /></div><div>[Busta Rhymes]</div><div>Shorty run up on me, you know what she startin</div><div>Ass all in front of me, bitch I beg your pardon</div><div>Put it on me good, do it for me darling</div><div>Creatin a scene like we fuckin in the garden</div><div>That's right baby, yeah get low</div><div>That's how you really feel? Wild strip show</div><div>I love the way you always, ride dick though</div><div>Now get her back up on it, grind real slow</div><div><br /></div><div>[Chorus]</div><div><br /></div><div>[Interlude: woman (Busta)]</div><div>You like what you're seein? (Yeah) Round of applause? (uh-huh)</div><div>Ass so big (right) chewin on my drawers (okay)</div><div>You wanna climb up in it? (Yeah) Tryna make it yours? (uh-huh)</div><div>Ass so big (right) chewin on my drawers (okay)</div><div>Ass so big (yeah) chewin on my drawers (okay)</div><div>Ass so big (yeah) chewin on my drawers (let's go)</div><div>You wanna climb up in it? (Yeah) Tryna make it yours? (uh-huh)</div><div>Ass so big (yeah) chewin on my drawers</div><div><br /></div><div>[Chorus]</div><div><br /></div><div>[Busta Rhymes]</div><div>Back to throwin money, baby girl you want it?</div><div>Fallin on yo' ass, pilin all up on it</div><div>Keep doin your thing, shorty I support it</div><div>Make them niggaz spend it, 'til they can't afford it</div><div>When you finish with 'em, come back here to get it</div><div>When yo' ass got a nigga diggin all up in it</div><div>Know I'm always with it, girl get low</div><div>Now throw it back up on a nigga, grind real slow</div><div><br /></div><div>[Chorus]</div><div>[Interlude]</div><div>[Chorus]</div><div><br /></div><div>[Busta Rhymes]</div><div>I love the way you wear your hair (uh-huh)</div><div>Love how yo' ass is everywhere (that's right)</div><div>It's just them little things you do (c'mon)</div><div>that keeps me comin back to you (c'mon)</div><div>I like the way you wear your hair (uh-huh)</div><div>Love how yo' ass is everywhere (uh-huh)</div><div>It's just them little things you do (do it)</div><div>that make me wanna get wit'chu</div><div>And you know a nigga enjoy that when you</div><div><br /></div><div>[Chorus]</div><div>[Interlude]</div><div>[Chorus]</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180252633868938409.post-12222034829990945732024-03-01T06:14:00.000-08:002024-03-01T06:14:16.272-08:00King Tut lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. J-Doe, Reek Da Villian)<div>[Intro]</div><div>Jahlil Beats! Holla at me!</div><div><br /></div><div>[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]</div><div>They got nerve lil' nigga (HEY!) See me when I pull up to the curve lil' nigga (OWWWWW!!!!!)</div><div>My money absurd lil' nigga while I count it off please do not disturb lil' nigga</div><div>(HEYYYYY!!! THESE NIGGAS GOT IT MIXED UP!)</div><div>Watch how they bring us all them bottles of that (PINK STUFF!!!)</div><div>Look! You nigga better get your (CHIPS UP!)</div><div>You already know my style nigga (KING TUT! KING TUT!)</div><div>My money pound nigga (KING TUT!)</div><div>HUH! You could see it in my smile nigga (KING TUT!)</div><div>(OH!) My jewelry look wild nigga (KING TUT!)</div><div>(YEAH!) Who else be ridin through the town in a (RANGE TRUCK!)</div><div><br /></div><div>[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]</div><div>Yo Yo! See the way I takeover casinos like Dinero said</div><div>Bitch your money short watch how it fold up like a hero bread</div><div>Nigga thought he was a super friend, now the hero dead</div><div>Try to cross the shit we represent but that's a zero dread</div><div>All of this money that I be countin</div><div>And my cup a runneth over like a fuckin water fountain</div><div>Any nigga try to front, I'm a show 'em shit get ugly</div><div>Throwin bread until they jealous and they money lookin funny</div><div>Hold up!!!! And body shit that's what a monster do</div><div>See me throwin this money your bitch is like a sponsor do</div><div>Put the gloves on and beat up a nigga like I'm Kostya Tszyu</div><div>And fuck the talkin just bring me my money like a prostitute</div><div><br /></div><div>[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]</div><div>They got nerve lil' nigga (HEY!) See me when I pull up to the curve lil' nigga (OWWWWW!!!!!)</div><div>My money absurd lil' nigga while I count it off please do not disturb lil' nigga</div><div>(HEYYYYY!!! THESE NIGGAS GOT IT MIXED UP!)</div><div>Watch how they bring us all them bottles of that (PINK STUFF!!!)</div><div>Look! You nigga better get your (CHIPS UP!)</div><div>You already know my style nigga (KING TUT! KING TUT!)</div><div>My money pound nigga (KING TUT!)</div><div>HUH! You could see it in my smile nigga (KING TUT!)</div><div>(OH!) My jewelry look wild nigga (KING TUT!)</div><div>(YEAH!) Who else be ridin through the town in a (RANGE TRUCK!)</div><div><br /></div><div>[Verse 2: Reek Da Villian]</div><div>Ok I'm ridin through yo' city blowin ditties of that icky</div><div>Got yo' wifey in the passenger I'm ridin as she lick me</div><div>I get money like my cuban (Cuban) You know my bank is heavy</div><div>And I rep that 31 like Jason Terry when I'm shootin</div><div>ATM in my jeans bank sittin on my left thigh</div><div>Burn a mansion down watch it coverin my Left Eye</div><div>Girl on deck, I just split another lick</div><div>Now my trap look like black friday 12AM in front of Best Buy</div><div>Ha Ha! Sour got me all sedated</div><div>Niggas lookin at me angry what's with all the smiley faces?!</div><div>My dinero like Shapiro I see Johnny Cochran wages</div><div>I'm no lawyer but they only bring them bottles by the cases</div><div><br /></div><div>[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]</div><div>They got nerve lil' nigga (HEY!) See me when I pull up to the curve lil' nigga (OWWWWW!!!!!)</div><div>My money absurd lil' nigga while I count it off please do not disturb lil' nigga</div><div>(HEYYYYY!!! THESE NIGGAS GOT IT MIXED UP!)</div><div>Watch how they bring us all them bottles of that (PINK STUFF!!!)</div><div>Look! You nigga better get your (CHIPS UP!)</div><div>You already know my style nigga (KING TUT! KING TUT!)</div><div>My money pound nigga (KING TUT!)</div><div>HUH! You could see it in my smile nigga (KING TUT!)</div><div>(OH!) My jewelry look wild nigga (KING TUT!)</div><div>(YEAH!) Who else be ridin through the town in a (RANGE TRUCK!)</div><div><br /></div><div>[Verse 3: J-Doe]</div><div>Uh, okay now stupid-ass stacks in my pocket (yah!)</div><div>Test me, best be faster than a rocket (yah!)</div><div>I ain't got no time if it ain't about a profit (uh-uh)</div><div>If you send me my deposit, I will have yo' city rockin (OH!)</div><div>I get the hottest beats, niggas wish that they could rhyme on it (rhyme on it)</div><div>I got the hottest watch, ain't even set the time on it (time on it)</div><div>The way I'm killin niggas, it look like a crime, don't it?</div><div>I got the Light, with a little bit of lime on it</div><div>Okay, now stupid ass stacks in my pocket</div><div>Whip clean, jet ski attached to the Charger</div><div>Bitches want attention and I tell 'em try harder</div><div>Got 'em doin shit I know that's gon' be disgracin they father</div><div>O-O-Okay, le'go</div><div><br /></div><div>[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]</div><div>They got nerve lil' nigga (HEY!) See me when I pull up to the curve lil' nigga (OWWWWW!!!!!)</div><div>My money absurd lil' nigga while I count it off please do not disturb lil' nigga</div><div>(HEYYYYY!!! THESE NIGGAS GOT IT MIXED UP!)</div><div>Watch how they bring us all them bottles of that (PINK STUFF!!!)</div><div>Look! You nigga better get your (CHIPS UP!)</div><div>You already know my style nigga (KING TUT! KING TUT!)</div><div>My money pound nigga (KING TUT!)</div><div>HUH! You could see it in my smile nigga (KING TUT!)</div><div>(OH!) My jewelry look wild nigga (KING TUT!)</div><div>(YEAH!) Who else be ridin through the town in a (RANGE TRUCK!)</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0