Intro: Catastrophic 2 lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. DJ Khaled & Shaheem Reid)
[Shaheem Reid:]
Yeah man, and all I wanna say is, man
All I wanna say again man, once again, man
Is, uh, this is Conglomerate
It's a fucking movie, its a fast, fast, fast, fast life that we livin'
And if you don't believe, you gon' be a believer now
Bitch! Turn up!
[News Reporters:]
Catastrophe has struck our nation
Catastrophic, catastrophic, catastrophic
Catastrophic, catastrophic, catastrophic
Catastrophic, catastrophic, catastrophic
[DJ Khaled:]
Catastrophic! Two!
Hot Nigga (Interlude) lyrics - Busta Rhymes
So this is how we gon start this shit niggas
I said, so this is how we gon start this shit nigga
I was always told that there's no better time than the present, pweom
Bitch we back in the spot, niggas
Conglomerate control every block niggas
Bang 'em, tear 'em limb from limb, leave a nigga numb
And make 'em fiend for the official verse when the remix come!
Yeah, y'all niggas gon' have to wait for that for a minute
Let's get back to it
Fight Night (Remix) lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. J-Doe, Migos & O.T. Genasis)
[Takeoff:]
If you know me know this ain't my Feng Shui
Certified everywhere, ain't gotta print my resume
Talking crazy, I pull up andale
R.I.P to Nate Dogg, I had to regulate
[Interlude:]
Public Service Announcement
Where all my rich niggas at, man?
YRN shit, man
MIGO!
[Takeoff:]
Broke niggas stand to the left
My rich niggas stand to the right
Lil' mama, she keep looking at me (lil' mama!)
I'ma knock the pussy out like fight night
Hit it with the left, hit with the right
I'ma knock the pussy out like fight night
Beat it with the left, beat it with the right
I'ma knock the pussy out like fight night
[O.T. Genasis:]
Imma knock that pussy out, George Foreman
Put my meat all on the grill, George Foreman
Pull up in a new 'rari, George Forbes
She gon flip, so it's George and four men
O my god, oh my god, two freaky with a [?]
She gon give a nigga head, collage
Hit it in the elevator like Solange
She a stripper, so I had to throw cash at her
Look at what she [?] look back at it
I just wanna fuck, I don't wanna date
I ain't trynna save a ho, I ain't want you, kay
[Takeoff:]
Broke niggas stand to the left
My rich niggas stand to the right
Lil' mama, she keep looking at me (lil' mama!)
I'ma knock the pussy out like fight night
Hit it with the left, hit with the right
I'ma knock the pussy out like fight night
Beat it with the left, beat it with the right
I'ma knock the pussy out like fight night
[J-Doe:]
Now you know I be standing to the right
Ive been standing on this side for my whole life
Nah, you ain't got nothin on these Ni-KES
You ain't met a nigga dressed like ME
Mu'fucker, I pull out your bitch and then I rubber
And then this other bitch was blowing up my phone
She been waiting for the dick all night long
Well that ain't overdue, tell that bitch she got a G holdin' up
Cause money coming and that shit is mo' important
I told her 'hold up or never click back over'
Hello? what up? can we do it? sho' nuf'
How much? okay! mu'fucka I be on my way
Lemme get up to [?] cause I know that's what you want
Bitch you lyin' if you say you don't
I know what the biz, and I know you know it too
So, what you think a nigga like me about to do?
Go and get it, ho
[Takeoff:]
Broke niggas stand to the left
My rich niggas stand to the right
Lil' mama, she keep looking at me (lil' mama!)
I'ma knock the pussy out like fight night
Hit it with the left, hit with the right
I'ma knock the pussy out like fight night
Beat it with the left, beat it with the right
I'ma knock the pussy out like fight night
[Busta Rhymes:]
First she tryin to get my shit off
Shawty fucked me like she tryin to rip my dick off
I couldn't even get my shit off
She put it on me like you couldn't even cut a switch off
She sucked it like she tryin to tear the skin off
She made me beat it till she swollen, now the skin soft
She made me eat it till I choked and made the kid cough
You know I need it till I drown and even get lost (In it)
I beat it till she asks a nigga (Wait a minute)
Then make the tape and have a blast (And she was in it)
And she seen me beat it now she act like (She ain't with it)
But she seen this money and now she can't (Touch this midget)
Now lemme just pull my rocks out
Diamonds dripping off of me, falling all 'bout
I dont give a fuck bout what shawty be talkin' 'bout
I pound the pussy, shawty got knocked the fuck out
[Takeoff:]
Broke niggas stand to the left
My rich niggas stand to the right
Lil' mama, she keep looking at me (lil' mama!)
I'ma knock the pussy out like fight night
Hit it with the left, hit with the right
I'ma knock the pussy out like fight night
Beat it with the left, beat it with the right
I'ma knock the pussy out like fight night
No Flex Zone (Remix) lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. J-Doe & O.T. Genasis)
[Hook - Swae Lee:]
No Flex Zone, No Flex Zone
They know better, they know better
No flex zone, no flex zone
They know better, they know better
[Verse 1 - J Doe:]
I ride back on it, it's yo boy Yung Freshie
Wabbin' at the door, no guess me
These hoes lookin' at me desperate
Hate niggas betta find an exit
Pockets full of dollars on my check list
Wobble like a muthafuckin' fresh prince
Broke niggas ain't want respect then
And these hoes only get rejection
I got yo bitch last night
And tomorrow I'm ready for the next one
I'm next, yo dawg, yo bitch, she off it
She see me, she fall, these hoes ain't loyal
When a rich nigga want her
And a rich nigga need
That only leave one spot for 'er
That broke nigga to beat, hold up!
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - OT Genasis:]
These niggas be talkin' that shit
Like I won't pull a pistol out and make them 'yeee'
Initially mane, cause I'm in the game
So niggas is like 'who is he?!'
Finnessin' and juggin', you're damn right I'm cookin'
Death to the suckheads, the federal lookin'
Roll with the burner, cause we don't play fair
Two on yo head like we countin' yo hair
Bitch, I am tellin' you niggas
Yes, I am your father, you trip, I'mma pop (praaa)
I'm holdin' my bandz with diamonds that's blue
As the white, now you think I'mma cop
Damn right I'mma cop, I'mma cop me a benz
Cop me a who?! Cause I don't do friends
She don't do right, then I'm fuckin' her friend
That's what happen when it ain't one hunit with G
No flex zone, cause I'm all about mill
You can't go Hollywood in Beverly Hills
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Busta Rhymes:]
She did a flex so hard until a bitch gil'
Everything about me is a big deal
Lay yo ass down and flex that pussy
On a dick shatter, tell me how the dick feel
When I'm in the building, shit done get real
Do you think I need to tell ya click chill?!
You and yo whole team, ain't like niggas who got and get served?!
On the strip, cause you niggas pop pills
You got milk? Well, I got mills
You niggas got a deal? Well, I got deals
Cut the mansion, put it on top of the mountain
Bought another one up in the hills
No flex zone, two techs, chrome
Quadruplex homes, you vexed? So...
Who's next? Those
Who think that you the best? No
Suplex hoes, tryna flex in a no flex zone
With the dick
[Hook]
Good Kisser Skit lyrics - Busta Rhymes
[Usher:]
She was standing by the monkey bars with a weird look in her eyes
So I ran like hell in the other direction
But, uh, for a chubby girl, baby was fast
Before I knew it, she pinned me to the ground
Mwah, mwah, mwah, mwah, just sloppy, kissing all over me
Sound like my face was in a car wash
It messed me up, messed me up bad
To this day when I see someone spit while washing their car, I think of you, the first kiss
Lance Stephenson Speaks lyrics - Busta Rhymes
You already know what it is
It's your boy Lance Stephenson AKA born ready
I'm 'bout to turn it up, from New York to NC
We taking over
I'm in the studio with Busta (Tell 'em my nigga)
You already know what he do (Yeah nigga!)
He kill 'em all day, all Summer (They ain't knew it!)
All Winter, we do it all day (Get me all some of that show money)
You already know what it is
Cut that music back on (Nail some of that, son!)
Touchdown (Remix) lyrics - O.T. Genasis (feat. Busta Rhymes, French Montana & Juicy J)
[O.T. Genasis:]
Word around town, I'm the man
Break that bitch down to the grams
Sixteen O's in a pound
Quarterback drop, touchdown, nigga
Touchdown, this the remix
108, three bricks
Gotta move sixteen cause the shit sells
Still flip a couple water bottles, but the shit smell
Turned up, but I don't like niggas
He a mark, Air Nike, nigga
Niggas trippin' and I'm bustin' on site, nigga
Window down, arm out, hitch hike, nigga
Not a stoner, but I do move statue
Hoes in my cashew, they like, is that you?
Glock poppin', I ain't fuckin' with the lames
Sellin' Sherman and I got the best corner in the game, what's up?
Word around town, I'm the man, nigga
Break that bitch down to the grams, nigga
Sixteen O's in a pound nigga
Quarterback drop, touchdown, nigga
Touch, touch, touchdown, nigga
Touch, touch, touchdown, nigga
Touch, touch, touchdown, nigga
Next day air, no ground, nigga
[Busta Rhymes:]
Got the niggas on the strip, you know they pitch raw
You ain't knowin' who you with, even my bitch ball
Niggas hate the way I handle when they bitch call
Couple ounces for me, sit up in they bitch brah
Major distribution, what we dealin' with is facts
Step up in the building bitch, we turn up to the max
Chop a hater down like we cut him with an axe
Watch him pop 'em in they crown if niggas think they all of that
Spend a little money, (jewelry sicker on 'em)
Put your bottles up (spill your liquor on 'em)
It's the conglomerate, shit shutdown
Taking over everything, touchdown!
[O.T. Genasis:]
Word around town, I'm the man, nigga
Break that bitch down to the grams, nigga
Sixteen O's in a pound nigga
Quarterback drop, touchdown, nigga
Touch, touch, touchdown, nigga
Touch, touch, touchdown, nigga
Touch, touch, touchdown, nigga
Next day air, no ground, nigga
[French Montana:]
Word around town, I'm the man nigga
Want it all, bring it down to the grams nigga
Bout it, Coupe 500 grand nigga
You ain't talkin' money, I don't understand nigga
Uptown nigga, bust down nigga
Face down nigga, James Brown nigga
Ass up with your legs shake
Talkin' work know I gotta for the fan base
It ain't how you get it, it's what you do with it
Flip 21, 42 with it
Two hands up, towndown nigga
Hundred grams, lift you with the ground nigga
[O.T. Genasis:]
Word around town, I'm the man, nigga
Break that bitch down to the grams, nigga
Sixteen O's in a pound nigga
Quarterback drop, touchdown, nigga
Touch, touch, touchdown, nigga
Touch, touch, touchdown, nigga
Touch, touch, touchdown, nigga
Next day air, no ground, nigga
[Juicy J:]
Juicy J, no days off, full time hustlin'
Shawty I'm the plug I ain't gotta touch nothin'
Send 'em your way, I just gotta press a button
If the price ain't right, nigga I ain't budgin'
Niggas stompin' industries, they rims touchin'
You lookin' like food and we got the munchies
Quarterback legendary, John Elway
Rhyme with the bulldog 38, no shell case
G-5 take off for the coast
A nigga been have more peels than Quaker Oats
Taylor Gang flyin' first class on a paper plane
With a foreign chick broad, still can't pronounce her name
Stuff a 100 grand in a Honda Civic
When you get it from the ground then the sky is the limit
Gettin' face in the car from another nigga broad
Smokin' football fields, rollin' up a 100 yards
Touchdown
[O.T. Genasis:]
Word around town, I'm the man, nigga
Break that bitch down to the grams, nigga
Sixteen O's in a pound nigga
Quarterback drop, touchdown, nigga
Touch, touch, touchdown, nigga
Touch, touch, touchdown, nigga
Touch, touch, touchdown, nigga
Next day air, no ground, nigga
Throw that shit like Peyton
Throw that shit like Peyton
Throw that shit like Peyton
Hurry up, I got these other niggas waiting
Partition Remix lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Beyoncé)
[Busta Rhymes:]
Let me give you the 2014 talk
My girl like Beyoncé, me too
This what me and her be doing in the back of the Maybach when we're listening to Beyoncé
Listen
[Verse 1 - Busta Rhymes:]
Driver, roll up the partition, please
Blind your rearview mirrors with the end of my sleeves
The shit that's on my wrist, you probably wouldn't believe
Every symbol of success levels you couldn't achieve
Driver, roll up the partition, please
I'm alarmed at how she's looking, and she's starting to breathe
Move my arm and grab my john and now she's starting to squeeze
She dropped it with me, fulfilling my need
She swallowed my seeds, she's ready to go
Partition is up, the curtains is closed
Mommy nice with it like she play for the pros
She gag from her throat, while she breathe through her nose
She starting to choke, she curling her toes
Look how she trying to take it all down, come out your clothes
I waited for a second and I thought for a minute
Ain't no loving good enough to give her while I'm up in it
[Hook - Beyoncé:]
Driver, roll up the partition, please
Driver, roll up the partition, please
[Verse 2 - Azealia Banks:]
Stress never, the sex better, the sex wetter
Check cheddarer, etcetera etceta
Bet bet you could get severed and left deaded
Slept slept and I crypt crept in the s-seven
These niggas be puffing, they piff in the public
They digging, they lusting, the feminine strutting she hitting that button
I dip in the function
I’m prissy, I’m pumping
The tit & the rump
And I’m flipping 'em, dumping 'em
Tricking em trumping em
But if these niggas wanna spend they cheese
Tell em hit up little miss AZ
Very heavy-headed, dick take heed
I'm-a flip out if a bitch play me!
[Hook - Beyoncé:]
Driver, roll up the partition, please
Driver, roll up the partition, please
Shaheem Reid Speaks (Skit) lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Shaheem Reid)
[Shaheem Reid:]
Yo what's going, this is Shaheem Reid
It's been an honor and a privilege to help bring you
Another Catastrophic mixtape, Catastrophic: Part 2
Another classic from the Conglomerate
And um, we got y'all man
You don't even gotta wait a long time
It's only gonna be a matter of a few weeks
O.T. Genasis is coming with that "Alarm" mixtape
J-Doe, he's dropping that "Her Name was Diamond" mixtape
And the general of the whole squad, Busta Rhymes, I ain't even gonna tell you what he got coming
It's something classic, just calm down
You hear that beat in the background
Calm down, the Conglomerate got y'all from the summer for next year, everything number of classic records, man
And speaking of classic records, I know you done heard the most monumental moment of the year
Two legends, two gladiators, coming together on one track
Busta Rhymes featuring Eminem: Calm Down
The record that everybody's talking about, available now, everywhere
Conglomerate, the label, the movement
We Dem Boyz (Remix) lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. J-Doe, O.T. Genasis & Wiz Khalifa)
[Busta Rhymes:]
Yeah, O.T. Genasis
Yeah, J-Doe
Yeah, Bus-A-Bus
BOYZ!
[Hook x2 - Wiz Khalifa:]
Hol up, we dem boyz
Hol up, we dem boyz
Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise
Hol up, hol up, we dem boyz
[Verse 1 - O.T. Genasis:]
Hol up, hol up ,hol up
I'm gettin money
Hol up, hol up, hol up
She acting funny
Man, that because these bitches want me
Weed feel like I dipped it in honey (It’s sticky)
Hand cuffin cause she model
Man,my hand cuffs is pair of diamonds
Hoping that she want to fucking swallow (Fuck me bitch)
I hit the club and click pictures,called the lotto
I got a deal they say I’m comfortable
Well, yeah, I’m treating verses like Lunchables
Drop top GT to feel the weather
Your broke ass GT, get it together
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - J-Doe:]
Hol up, Nah! ain’t gon touch that style (Oh no)
About my business,[Yeah] you already know I don’t fuck around
Unless I’m touching down with your bitch
Got her going up and down on that dick
She said what we doing tonight
Cause I don’t know what you’re doing but we better get to that shit quick
My new name Freshness ,Aloe Vicious [Uh hun]
All about my business
I don’t do fake, I don’t do hate, and I damn sure don’t do no dishes
All my niggas trip,[uh huh] all my niggas thorough
Half em rep their block,[yo] half em rep their borough
Look All these niggas know me, that Inglewood homie
Got respect from all the OGs', what the fuck you bout to show me? Hol up
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Busta Rhymes:]
It’s the conglomerate bitch! Make some noise
Respect and honour it bitch, We dem boyz
Rookie your bitch chose me, she made a choice
She said hol up hol up, I hear his voice
When I pull up, Rolls Royce
While we spend all this money, you counting coins
My bitch be bathing in berries it smell like oils
Hol up, Hol up, Hol up, Hol up,We Dem Boys
Now if you fucking with me, fire up in the air, light your dutches with me
Stack some more M’s bout a hundred fifty
Hol up, Hol up, Hol up, and if you fucking with me
Sing it!
[Hook]
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