[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Aiyo, where my niggas at?
Fuck, my niggas is at?
Where my Leaders Of The New School niggas is at?
Yo, aiyo C Brown, C Brown where the fuck you at, dun?
Aiyo Milo, Milo and the dance, where the fuck you at, nigga?
Aiyo aiyo Dinco, where you at, son?
Where the fuck my Leaders niggas is at, man?
Fuck man, I'm ready to grab my niggas
Them niggas need to go to blow or sometin
Keep it movin', keep it movin' (Runnin faster than the speed of a bullet)
Keep it movin', keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along
(Has more rhymes than any other DJ that has craps)
Keep it movin', keep it movin' (Able to leap sucker MC's in a single bound)
Keep it movin', keep it movin' (Look at the jam of the mic)
Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along (It's the L-the O-the N-the S)
[Verse 1: Dinco, Milo]
Three in this to grass it up like me
Besides TNT, see an N and BG
My visionary which is skippin on my D-O-G
I guess it was a S-O-S from G-O-D
Chaos has arisen interteller space souls (SOULS!)
Cellular, good ridance, like keypads wit ol' bass
Third planet states while the rest of the world waits (WAITS!)
Joy to the world, meaning hell, snow and earthquakes
Participates, modulates
If comets were round plates, bitten names gates
For only those that ???? relates, case after case (CASE!)
Dinco's on the next space
Movin strategically in the Solar System's waste (RAHHH!)
Size 25, the lymph still be in place (HAHHH!)
Stretch and extending, for flexin is impending
It's not mind-bending or *?refriending?* to keep remembering (HMMM!)
Cos everybody's people gonna die, or believe (WOO-HOO!)
we dispense necessity, to shout and receive
KEEP IT MOVIN' ALONG
People in the party, are you really feelin?
We ain't seein eye-to-eye so you ain't really seein (SEE!)
I be hippin all type of niggas, sayin fuck that nigga Blow
When they see me in the party, they better act like they know
YO, we connectin dots that makes spots hot
Uhh, to the beat'cha (Y'ALL!), ah ya don't stop (STOP!)
Notice, how many groups can formulate then lose focus
With a lot of hocus pocus, concepts that sound bogus
I'm seein the world and all its different kind of poses (WOO!)
Crush you like roaches, that's keepin the crowd movin (HAA!)
Mr and the dancers, who said "Culture consumin?"
Never face, he ????? ????? and strength
Cos I can terminate, like a dirty hypodermic needle
My vision's clearer than the sights on an eagle
Stop them bustin high, bring the head back to my table
Don't front, circle circle, dot dot, you catch your speed, not
Feel that, cos this type of vibe sounds done
(Far from the...., to the doe-run-run-run to the doe-run-run)
(YES!) Yes to the beat-boys and your ass accepted
Exclusive, L-O-N-S bringin the ruckus, wild aggressive
[Chorus:]
Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along
Keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin'
Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along
[Verse 2: Charlie Brown, Busta Rhymes]
Now don't get me wrong, CHILL!!!
Let me out, no question, no doubt
????? god is a drought
I've come to wet the party like a tropical depression
????? mixed with scherm for this musical session
(STOP!) stressin, testin, second-guessin, who's 'fessin?
Life is a lesson in disguise like a blessin
Blinkin, kickin, better back up chickens
The guns stun split, I keep it real, front *?worm?* (*?WORM!?*)
Cos I'm like a ???? hands therapeutic
Measurements, square, feet, and cubic
We're all makin pennies off a record, so who needs the paper? (WHO?)
The man in Manhatten lampin in the skyscrapers
How much can a nigga take before he break fool?
I tell ya cool, with the New School
And the tool to examine my unorthodox pattern
From Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter and Saturn
and don't forget Uranus, Neptune and Pluto
Flow deeper than the lava inside a volcano, bro
(Never snitch, never dominate
I'll be wild, smokin drowsy)
Fuckin up my economics, is it rather ironic
Sippin gin, juice and tonic
Like Shawn Kemp with some hemp, super sound and sonic
Baby, above your head, below your feet and it still wimp
C-Boogie Brown, my shit is brilliant
Yah yah, yah (AHH!)
My shit be so ginamic
and I'ma take 4 steps and cross the whole Titanic
Better believe I (KEEP!) movin (OVER!) people ?????
You know my crew funk, bringin in full flaga'
Bringin it back like I'm fresh out the box, pair of broke ass 69ers
(IS THERE NUTTIN NEW?) All in the house so open up your blinders
Yo, I be the Moses takin poses
When the wine flows so beautiful like a large bouquet of roses
[Chorus:]
Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along
Keep it movin', keep it movin'
[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Keep it movin now
No need to try to stop it, we gon' wreck shit anyhow
Your, limitations is somethin I never will allow
When we bake the cake, I be that nigga that brings the icing
Disregard your whole identity and revoke your driver's licence
You know I blast in your ass real fast
Got your bladder burning, desperate for a bathroom pass
My ????? like a Busta Rhymes statue made of grass
C'mon, hypnotise some ass, shit so hot, better jump in the water, nigga
(SPLASH!)
Breakin fools at parties like a ruckus sound class
Make a philly down the back and mix the weed with more hash
I will wash away your pain like Draino
Erupting like the angriest volcano, or the wickedest whirlwind and tornado
We stay up in the streets, cruisin, me and my whole crew, gotta.......
[Chorus:]
Keep it movin' along
Keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin'
Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along
Keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin'
Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along
Keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin'
Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along
Keep it movin'
[Outro:]
This one goes out
to the three brothers that I love the most, in memory of this song
My man Ratto, my man Big Joe, my nigga Love
Them niggas rest, most comfortable
Peace, L-O-N-S, forever
Finish Line Lyrics – Busta Rhymes
This is dedicated to all those who don't see it coming...
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
You can live true baby, you can live trife
Whatever way you chose you got to leave your life
Aiyyo you're running out of time, and you bout to cross
The finish line, the finish line
[repeat Chorus]
[Verse One: Busta Rhymes]
And, yo! I can't afford to waste a second
Steppin with my eyes on niggaz checkin on my weapons
Every millisecond, motherfuckers say they true to this
But when they grab the microphone they shit sound like stupidness
*beatboxing* Hah, mad to pull another vicious scandal
I know that you can't handle when I flip from other angles now
Feel my hot wax, burning from my melting candles
You can't take the heat, so you switch from boots to wearing sandals
This is for example! Shit will make a nigga curse
When worse comes to worse, you be the first to disperse now
We don't BELIEVE your man was living like that
Hoping to find that nigga see exactly where his heart was at
It's a damn shame how Son know your style, know your name
Watch how he pull your file, make you wish you never fuckin came NOW
Even the hardest motherfucker has his final day
So kill that shit you talkin, and be about your fuckin way
[Chorus 2X]
[Verse Two: Busta Rhymes]
Yo, everyday I see you on the block smoking
With a bunch of niggaz scoping on how they can split you WIDE open
You don't even know what's going on up in your circle
Awful murder niggaz itch to leave you black blue and purple
Ahh, your man came to put you on and tried to make you bleed
Hit you with some shit that left you flippin mad in disbelief
You just can't believe that niggaz that you smoke with is on it
And the way they rass they really got to bust yo' shit!
Thought your man was joking, paid no attention to the situation
Got with your crew and just continued smoking
Now your man sit and watch you panic
In any other situation you'd be fronting like you gigantic
I guess all that fronting is your main talent
It's apparent, he can see right through you like you transparent
Hah, aiyyo you need to watch your back you running out of time
Watch your step, cuz you only inches from the finish line
[Chorus 2X]
[Verse Three: Busta Rhymes]
Now, there's about a million motherfuckers on your trail
Quick to bust your shit for every single time your words failed
I'm watchin all the moves you makin fuck the speculatin
Super-bitch nigga you just be fakin if I'm not mistakin
Every move you fake you dig your grave a little deeper
Come around me with that shit I'ma flip it to my brother's keeper
Listen to this: overstress my emphasis
I insist to fix and bring the noise as long as I exist
Now you walk around the streets with all that shit you speak
And step inside the club just to receive the illest ass beating
HOO! Take a look around you get no type of sympathy
Impatiently, I sit and watch you die in your own iniquity
Hah, now you out dead and stinkin, and your eyes are no longer blinkin
Time caught up quick, with your little BITCH way of thinkin
Ahh, watch you diminish, while your niggaz have to put a finish
On your misleading false image
[Chorus 5X]
Word is bond, bond is life
You shall be willing to give your life
Before your words shall fail
All those who out there frontin, misleading they peoples
Actin other than they really are
It will catch up to you player, word is bond
So that's, specifically, to all those fake motherfuckers
Living out here on that bullshit
Trying to act like they know what the fuck's going on
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
You can live true baby, you can live trife
Whatever way you chose you got to leave your life
Aiyyo you're running out of time, and you bout to cross
The finish line, the finish line
[repeat Chorus]
[Verse One: Busta Rhymes]
And, yo! I can't afford to waste a second
Steppin with my eyes on niggaz checkin on my weapons
Every millisecond, motherfuckers say they true to this
But when they grab the microphone they shit sound like stupidness
*beatboxing* Hah, mad to pull another vicious scandal
I know that you can't handle when I flip from other angles now
Feel my hot wax, burning from my melting candles
You can't take the heat, so you switch from boots to wearing sandals
This is for example! Shit will make a nigga curse
When worse comes to worse, you be the first to disperse now
We don't BELIEVE your man was living like that
Hoping to find that nigga see exactly where his heart was at
It's a damn shame how Son know your style, know your name
Watch how he pull your file, make you wish you never fuckin came NOW
Even the hardest motherfucker has his final day
So kill that shit you talkin, and be about your fuckin way
[Chorus 2X]
[Verse Two: Busta Rhymes]
Yo, everyday I see you on the block smoking
With a bunch of niggaz scoping on how they can split you WIDE open
You don't even know what's going on up in your circle
Awful murder niggaz itch to leave you black blue and purple
Ahh, your man came to put you on and tried to make you bleed
Hit you with some shit that left you flippin mad in disbelief
You just can't believe that niggaz that you smoke with is on it
And the way they rass they really got to bust yo' shit!
Thought your man was joking, paid no attention to the situation
Got with your crew and just continued smoking
Now your man sit and watch you panic
In any other situation you'd be fronting like you gigantic
I guess all that fronting is your main talent
It's apparent, he can see right through you like you transparent
Hah, aiyyo you need to watch your back you running out of time
Watch your step, cuz you only inches from the finish line
[Chorus 2X]
[Verse Three: Busta Rhymes]
Now, there's about a million motherfuckers on your trail
Quick to bust your shit for every single time your words failed
I'm watchin all the moves you makin fuck the speculatin
Super-bitch nigga you just be fakin if I'm not mistakin
Every move you fake you dig your grave a little deeper
Come around me with that shit I'ma flip it to my brother's keeper
Listen to this: overstress my emphasis
I insist to fix and bring the noise as long as I exist
Now you walk around the streets with all that shit you speak
And step inside the club just to receive the illest ass beating
HOO! Take a look around you get no type of sympathy
Impatiently, I sit and watch you die in your own iniquity
Hah, now you out dead and stinkin, and your eyes are no longer blinkin
Time caught up quick, with your little BITCH way of thinkin
Ahh, watch you diminish, while your niggaz have to put a finish
On your misleading false image
[Chorus 5X]
Word is bond, bond is life
You shall be willing to give your life
Before your words shall fail
All those who out there frontin, misleading they peoples
Actin other than they really are
It will catch up to you player, word is bond
So that's, specifically, to all those fake motherfuckers
Living out here on that bullshit
Trying to act like they know what the fuck's going on
Arab Money (Remix) Lyrics – Busta Rhymes (feat. Ron Browz, Diddy, Swizz Beatz, T-Pain, Akon, Lil Wayne)
[Busta Rhymes Intro:]
Ayo somebody tell Steven Speilberg & George Lucas
Thank you for directing this movie (hahahaha)
(Hashemeke hayla ha-its the remix!)
[Chorus:]
Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, Al hamdu lillaahi rabill'alamin (Oooohh)
We gettin' Arab money (haha), We gettin' Arab money
Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, Al hamdu lillaahi rabiil'alamin (Oooohh)
We gettin' Arab money (haha), We gettin' Arab money
[Busta Rhymes:]
You can talk about your money but I really dont care
I'm into coppin streets shit I'm trying to buy air
I'm the first black nigga that I rap trillionaire
I control heat I'm 'bout to buy the ozone layer
I'm into coppin minerals now diamonds and granite
So much paper I could probably gift wrap a planet
And clone a million janets respect my company
Asalamalaikumarahmatullahe wa barakatuhu
[Chorus:]
Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, Al hamdu lillaahi rabill'alamin (Oooohh)
We gettin' Arab money (haha), We gettin' Arab money
Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, Al hamdu lillaahi rabiil'alamin (Oooohh)
[Diddy:]
(Ayo busta we gettin this money for a long time mayne)
We gettin' Arab money (haha), We gettin' arab money (Check this out)
[Diddy:]
Allahamdulliah with my billions pilin'
I'm just wildin, bought two islands
Lakshmi makalen
Diamond soundin
'Bout to buy japan, trick im just stylin
Money insane, my generals poppin bottle
I was buyin out planes just to fly around Spain
Fuck a recession, Im still investin
Bout to buy Dubai and swim in the shark section
Fuck, get the dark section (its the remix)
bitch thats the barack section
[Chorus:]
Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, Al hamdu lillaahi rabill'alamin (Oooohh)
We gettin' bad boy money (haha), We gettin' bad boy money
Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, Al hamdu lillaahi rabill'alamin (Oooohh)
We gettin' Arab money (haha), We gettin' Arab money
[Ron Browz:]
Catch me in da coop that cost a hundred thous,
hakala shikmina lady Ron Browz
My money make noise yours quiet as a mouse
Send a email in da boyz in da house
All da girls love me, ya pop bubbly
Hakalashikrhi shorty damn ugly
Findin me in the dance floor doin the dougie
Trucks sittin too next to yo buggy
[Chorus:]
Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, Al hamdu lillaahi rabill'alamin (Oooohh)
We gettin' Arab money (haha), We gettin' arab money
Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, Al hamdu lillaahi rabiil'alamin (Oooohh)
[Swizz Beatz:]
dont even call me swizz no more
call me kaseem dean ?
We gettin' Arab money (haha), We gettin' arab money
[Swizz Beatz:]
When I come through hit you with the brand new
buggati coupe, damn thing only only sits 2
but you know who who ridin in my passenger
Side with me flyin shit 2.5 in it
Hey, hey hey hey hey!
Im in my jeezy watchin TV
She call me her habibi while she feedin me linguini
Left right left right and Arab dance poppin right
Swizz beats busta, money money buss pipes
[Chorus:]
Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, Al hamdu lillaahi rabill'alamin (Oooohh)
We gettin' Arab money (haha), We gettin' Arab money
Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, Al hamdu lillaahi rabiil'alamin (Oooohh)
We gettin' Arab money (haha), (NAPPY BOY!) We gettin' Arab money
[T-Pain:]
I let my chain hang down with the best of dem
Teddy Pain rain down on the rest of dem
misses troopa man heavy holly, get em man, about a man
Rubber band, droppin money bombs like a taliban
(Hallalla) We gettin arab money (money)
u want this hook you gon' pay dat money
Save that money give it to my kids
I'll take that hundred give her all my kids like
(Hallalallalalalallaaaaaaaaaa)
Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, Al hamdu lillaahi rabill'alamin (Oooohh) (Swag)
We gettin' Arab money (swag), We gettin' arab money
Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, (Akon) Al hamdu lillaahi rabiil'alamin (Oooohh) (Konvict)
We gettin' Arab money (swag), We gettin' arab money (Nappy Boy)
Musikkkk
I got dat Arab money (money)
Four- star bismillahirahmanirahim
Straight cash wanna keep on comin
Let me exchange da currency coz its so foreign
I got dat Arab money (money) makin upto 5 kind, your mind's on the money
Diamond mine still runnin
On all of Africa you can ask Tarzan
Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, (hey) Al hamdu lillaahi rabill'alamin (Oooohh)
(Senegal) We gettin' Arab money (Senegal), We gettin' Arab money
Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, (hey) Al hamdu lillaahi rabiil'alamin (Oooohh)
(Konvict) We gettin' Arab money (haha), (Music) We gettin' arab money
[Lil' Wayne:]
Khaled there sayin' he gettin money errday
His smile look like iced out perrier
Bury me a G and tell my kids that I was
Now jump into ya grave do you dig what I dug
Cash money universe, my old town check
20 chains look like a scarf on my neck
Young money entertainment the girls they're fine
And buck a motherfucka in the money hall of fame (Arab money)
ya!
[Chorus:]
Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, Al hamdu lillaahi rabill'alamin (Oooohh)
We gettin' Arab money (haha), We gettin' arab money
Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, Al hamdu lillaahi rabiil'alamin (Oooohh)
We gettin' Arab money (haha), We gettin' arab money
Ayo somebody tell Steven Speilberg & George Lucas
Thank you for directing this movie (hahahaha)
(Hashemeke hayla ha-its the remix!)
[Chorus:]
Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, Al hamdu lillaahi rabill'alamin (Oooohh)
We gettin' Arab money (haha), We gettin' Arab money
Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, Al hamdu lillaahi rabiil'alamin (Oooohh)
We gettin' Arab money (haha), We gettin' Arab money
[Busta Rhymes:]
You can talk about your money but I really dont care
I'm into coppin streets shit I'm trying to buy air
I'm the first black nigga that I rap trillionaire
I control heat I'm 'bout to buy the ozone layer
I'm into coppin minerals now diamonds and granite
So much paper I could probably gift wrap a planet
And clone a million janets respect my company
Asalamalaikumarahmatullahe wa barakatuhu
[Chorus:]
Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, Al hamdu lillaahi rabill'alamin (Oooohh)
We gettin' Arab money (haha), We gettin' Arab money
Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, Al hamdu lillaahi rabiil'alamin (Oooohh)
[Diddy:]
(Ayo busta we gettin this money for a long time mayne)
We gettin' Arab money (haha), We gettin' arab money (Check this out)
[Diddy:]
Allahamdulliah with my billions pilin'
I'm just wildin, bought two islands
Lakshmi makalen
Diamond soundin
'Bout to buy japan, trick im just stylin
Money insane, my generals poppin bottle
I was buyin out planes just to fly around Spain
Fuck a recession, Im still investin
Bout to buy Dubai and swim in the shark section
Fuck, get the dark section (its the remix)
bitch thats the barack section
[Chorus:]
Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, Al hamdu lillaahi rabill'alamin (Oooohh)
We gettin' bad boy money (haha), We gettin' bad boy money
Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, Al hamdu lillaahi rabill'alamin (Oooohh)
We gettin' Arab money (haha), We gettin' Arab money
[Ron Browz:]
Catch me in da coop that cost a hundred thous,
hakala shikmina lady Ron Browz
My money make noise yours quiet as a mouse
Send a email in da boyz in da house
All da girls love me, ya pop bubbly
Hakalashikrhi shorty damn ugly
Findin me in the dance floor doin the dougie
Trucks sittin too next to yo buggy
[Chorus:]
Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, Al hamdu lillaahi rabill'alamin (Oooohh)
We gettin' Arab money (haha), We gettin' arab money
Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, Al hamdu lillaahi rabiil'alamin (Oooohh)
[Swizz Beatz:]
dont even call me swizz no more
call me kaseem dean ?
We gettin' Arab money (haha), We gettin' arab money
[Swizz Beatz:]
When I come through hit you with the brand new
buggati coupe, damn thing only only sits 2
but you know who who ridin in my passenger
Side with me flyin shit 2.5 in it
Hey, hey hey hey hey!
Im in my jeezy watchin TV
She call me her habibi while she feedin me linguini
Left right left right and Arab dance poppin right
Swizz beats busta, money money buss pipes
[Chorus:]
Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, Al hamdu lillaahi rabill'alamin (Oooohh)
We gettin' Arab money (haha), We gettin' Arab money
Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, Al hamdu lillaahi rabiil'alamin (Oooohh)
We gettin' Arab money (haha), (NAPPY BOY!) We gettin' Arab money
[T-Pain:]
I let my chain hang down with the best of dem
Teddy Pain rain down on the rest of dem
misses troopa man heavy holly, get em man, about a man
Rubber band, droppin money bombs like a taliban
(Hallalla) We gettin arab money (money)
u want this hook you gon' pay dat money
Save that money give it to my kids
I'll take that hundred give her all my kids like
(Hallalallalalalallaaaaaaaaaa)
Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, Al hamdu lillaahi rabill'alamin (Oooohh) (Swag)
We gettin' Arab money (swag), We gettin' arab money
Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, (Akon) Al hamdu lillaahi rabiil'alamin (Oooohh) (Konvict)
We gettin' Arab money (swag), We gettin' arab money (Nappy Boy)
Musikkkk
I got dat Arab money (money)
Four- star bismillahirahmanirahim
Straight cash wanna keep on comin
Let me exchange da currency coz its so foreign
I got dat Arab money (money) makin upto 5 kind, your mind's on the money
Diamond mine still runnin
On all of Africa you can ask Tarzan
Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, (hey) Al hamdu lillaahi rabill'alamin (Oooohh)
(Senegal) We gettin' Arab money (Senegal), We gettin' Arab money
Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, (hey) Al hamdu lillaahi rabiil'alamin (Oooohh)
(Konvict) We gettin' Arab money (haha), (Music) We gettin' arab money
[Lil' Wayne:]
Khaled there sayin' he gettin money errday
His smile look like iced out perrier
Bury me a G and tell my kids that I was
Now jump into ya grave do you dig what I dug
Cash money universe, my old town check
20 chains look like a scarf on my neck
Young money entertainment the girls they're fine
And buck a motherfucka in the money hall of fame (Arab money)
ya!
[Chorus:]
Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, Al hamdu lillaahi rabill'alamin (Oooohh)
We gettin' Arab money (haha), We gettin' arab money
Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, Al hamdu lillaahi rabiil'alamin (Oooohh)
We gettin' Arab money (haha), We gettin' arab money
Don't Touch Me (Throw Da Water On 'Em) Lyrics – Busta Rhymes
This is a national security alert
Ground Music, Flip Mode, Aftermath, here we go
Back with the most venomous rap
It be the godfather of the club banger let me hear you clap
You can applause and from the very beginnin'
You can give me a standin' ovation while I'm bangin' your face in
With another banger I call it the cliffhanger
Watch me mangle and strangle this whole rap shit
(Come on)
You could see the way I make 'em mad sick
From down bottom the way I got 'em give me my cash quick
(Come on)
Log on you better grab onto somethin'
Because I'm 'bout to shake shit again and make 'em black bitch
(Come on)
Now you hear the shots ring off from bitches takin' everything off
Each other got 'em whylin' runnin' for cover
The King Kong, Big Foot gully with a scully
Bully of rap still ugly with the money runnin' the trap
Now they givin' me dap, as far as I'm concerned in this mu'f**ker
Like how I got 'em now they ready to snap
So don't touch me nigga
(You might burn yourself)
Don't touch me nigga
(You might burn yourself)
It's gettin' hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
We got 'em hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
We got 'em hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
We got 'em hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
Here we go
Now you see the alcohol spillin' and we got 'em
Hands in the ceilin', you know we only come to rattle the bulidin'
And break it on down just a little once again
Knowin' we holdin' the bank so let me keep the dice rollin'
And keep it traditional the way I keep my money fallin'
While you slackin' on yo' mackin', Duke, we always keep it goin'
Right to the left, do it to death, now watch me
Come through with a chisel that make the game sizzle
And I, pull out the skillet, prepare for the cookin'
How I'm whylin' niggas wonderin' when I'm gonna bring the hook in
Thugs ice grillin' every time they get to lookin'
Got 'em whylin' overseas all the way back to go Brooklyn
Now they ready to spaz 'cause we bring the best to them
Shit that shut it down on the regular
That's with the fly 80s' nigga that was whippin' in a Cressida
Fresher than, most of these niggas, killin' the rest of the
Fellas that was thinkin' that they as rushin' in and bustin' in
But the way we was doin', we was musclin' their hustlin'
So don't touch me nigga
(You might burn yourself)
Don't touch me nigga
(You might burn yourself)
It's gettin' hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
We got 'em hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
We got 'em hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
We got 'em hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
Here we go
You don't really want it my dude
I'm sayin' most my niggas is rude
And when we come we eat a nigga food
Back to the fact in the matter at hand
For me to come in control this whole shit, was only part of the plan
The other part of the plan is for you to understand
That nothin' could f**k with the kid, let me say it again
The Broad Back B, Busta Bus back to put out the trash
And just for the record, we got it on smash, now
How the f**k they even got the audacity
The fire marshall come and try to talk about capacity
Every time I'm in the spot, I hope you know it has to be
Extremely packed to shut it down, you'll probably cause a tragedy
Don't you know that when I'm in the place I change the mood again
I be whylin' wit raunchy bitches and a bunch of hooligans
Now don't get it f**ked up just because I flaunt it
Niggas think that they can test me, bring it if you really want it
See I be the type to always beat you to the punch faster
I keep a smile on my face, but carry the Bushmaster
So don't touch me nigga
(You might burn yourself)
Don't touch me nigga
(You might burn yourself)
It's gettin' hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
We got 'em hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
We got 'em hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
We got 'em hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
Keep it goin'
You already know I said it word to mother
Shit is so hot you niggas think it's cold in the summer
Shh, calm the noise down let's get a little quiet
'Cause the neighbors call the police they know we cause riots
And they know that we'll have them thinkin' they dancin' with the devil
When they play the music turn the volume to the highest level
You got it right
Let's keep the bomb goin' like we lit a stick of dynamite
Bow you know you need to follow whenever you hear the God spit
(Aww shit)
You see me nigga back in the cockpit
Out to gettin' this money I give you all a stock tip
Perspire by a nigga till you see the sweat drop drip
So don't touch me nigga
(You might burn yourself)
Don't touch me nigga
(You might burn yourself)
It's gettin' hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
We got 'em hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
We got 'em hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
We got 'em hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
Here we go
Ground Music, Flip Mode, Aftermath, here we go
Back with the most venomous rap
It be the godfather of the club banger let me hear you clap
You can applause and from the very beginnin'
You can give me a standin' ovation while I'm bangin' your face in
With another banger I call it the cliffhanger
Watch me mangle and strangle this whole rap shit
(Come on)
You could see the way I make 'em mad sick
From down bottom the way I got 'em give me my cash quick
(Come on)
Log on you better grab onto somethin'
Because I'm 'bout to shake shit again and make 'em black bitch
(Come on)
Now you hear the shots ring off from bitches takin' everything off
Each other got 'em whylin' runnin' for cover
The King Kong, Big Foot gully with a scully
Bully of rap still ugly with the money runnin' the trap
Now they givin' me dap, as far as I'm concerned in this mu'f**ker
Like how I got 'em now they ready to snap
So don't touch me nigga
(You might burn yourself)
Don't touch me nigga
(You might burn yourself)
It's gettin' hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
We got 'em hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
We got 'em hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
We got 'em hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
Here we go
Now you see the alcohol spillin' and we got 'em
Hands in the ceilin', you know we only come to rattle the bulidin'
And break it on down just a little once again
Knowin' we holdin' the bank so let me keep the dice rollin'
And keep it traditional the way I keep my money fallin'
While you slackin' on yo' mackin', Duke, we always keep it goin'
Right to the left, do it to death, now watch me
Come through with a chisel that make the game sizzle
And I, pull out the skillet, prepare for the cookin'
How I'm whylin' niggas wonderin' when I'm gonna bring the hook in
Thugs ice grillin' every time they get to lookin'
Got 'em whylin' overseas all the way back to go Brooklyn
Now they ready to spaz 'cause we bring the best to them
Shit that shut it down on the regular
That's with the fly 80s' nigga that was whippin' in a Cressida
Fresher than, most of these niggas, killin' the rest of the
Fellas that was thinkin' that they as rushin' in and bustin' in
But the way we was doin', we was musclin' their hustlin'
So don't touch me nigga
(You might burn yourself)
Don't touch me nigga
(You might burn yourself)
It's gettin' hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
We got 'em hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
We got 'em hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
We got 'em hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
Here we go
You don't really want it my dude
I'm sayin' most my niggas is rude
And when we come we eat a nigga food
Back to the fact in the matter at hand
For me to come in control this whole shit, was only part of the plan
The other part of the plan is for you to understand
That nothin' could f**k with the kid, let me say it again
The Broad Back B, Busta Bus back to put out the trash
And just for the record, we got it on smash, now
How the f**k they even got the audacity
The fire marshall come and try to talk about capacity
Every time I'm in the spot, I hope you know it has to be
Extremely packed to shut it down, you'll probably cause a tragedy
Don't you know that when I'm in the place I change the mood again
I be whylin' wit raunchy bitches and a bunch of hooligans
Now don't get it f**ked up just because I flaunt it
Niggas think that they can test me, bring it if you really want it
See I be the type to always beat you to the punch faster
I keep a smile on my face, but carry the Bushmaster
So don't touch me nigga
(You might burn yourself)
Don't touch me nigga
(You might burn yourself)
It's gettin' hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
We got 'em hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
We got 'em hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
We got 'em hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
Keep it goin'
You already know I said it word to mother
Shit is so hot you niggas think it's cold in the summer
Shh, calm the noise down let's get a little quiet
'Cause the neighbors call the police they know we cause riots
And they know that we'll have them thinkin' they dancin' with the devil
When they play the music turn the volume to the highest level
You got it right
Let's keep the bomb goin' like we lit a stick of dynamite
Bow you know you need to follow whenever you hear the God spit
(Aww shit)
You see me nigga back in the cockpit
Out to gettin' this money I give you all a stock tip
Perspire by a nigga till you see the sweat drop drip
So don't touch me nigga
(You might burn yourself)
Don't touch me nigga
(You might burn yourself)
It's gettin' hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
We got 'em hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
We got 'em hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
We got 'em hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
Here we go
I Got Bass Lyrics – Busta Rhymes
It's so good to have you back
To provide us all with that bass
Especially after you finish cookin' that bass
I always been a hungry nigga
The type to set a whole entire country into a frenzy hold up
Whatever niggas wanna do, niggas wanna try
Fuck it, I'm better than the best of them
King Kong and Godzilla mixed up together
While I'm blessing them
It's wrong for niggas to mix us together
Cus I'm better than every fucking body
You should remember that I never been lesser
Always fresher I'm upgrade and bitch constantly mutilating foes
And outshining their favorite
Probably boost the ratings while I'm changing and rearranging the climate
I'm the fucking pilot
Silence, I'm so amazing and so spectacular
The way I sparkle like fireworks then I cause a massacre
And make you feel how the fire hurts
See the dungeon dragon has returned RAWRRR, look
Then I come one after the other then BLAOWW, before the hook
Then I see how the people's amazed and astonished by what I do
Cause I see how the heater just blaze and I tarnish up other dudes
Then I see what I feed to make niggas just WOWW when I'm coming through
Indeed I plant a seed that'll make 'em DROWNN when they get the news
That yes I am the best and unless you could replace
Cause I only deal with facts and the truth is in your face
I got bass (coke)
Every line is (dope)
The type of shit that make 'em feign and had 'em thirsty to (smoke)
I got a funky fresh (car)
And a funky fresh (broad)
I'm a funky fresh (star)
And I'm up to (par)
You see the trunk got bass
Yeah the pots got bass
All the niggas on the block they be dealin' that bass
You see the trunk got bass
I flood the hood with the bass
I'm bringin' the sprinklers out
Even when there's a drought
I got bass
I got bass
I got bass
I got bass
This should be soundin' like a thousand mosquitoes buzzing like hmhmmmhmmhmhmhm
I got you niggas buggin' like fucking zombies is coming
And dumbing and losing it
Got a fucking army that's gunnin' and running for rulership
I'm in a fucking party with something that's stunning' and cute as shit
I don't play with none of you dummies
Who the fuck is you foolin' with
Then I count and sum up my money
Niggas know how I do this shit
Then I bounce and I run through the country
Then I come with a slew of hits that'll massacre the planet
Obliviating the earth
And diabolically smashing everything for whatever it's worth
It's Busta Rhymes godfather beast boy emperor
This rap shit coming to get the bread
Gimmie my cash, quick so that I can be malice
You niggas now running telling do it
So I can reblanket the town with the epidemic
I got a flow that cause cancers
Better call up the paramedics
And it'll complicate blood circulation in diabetics
A lot of hateful niggas try to put my pockets on diuretics
But NAHH we don't allow them things
You and your mans can get it as you complicate the flow
To full drive when I feed my pushers then
Spit a dart like natives livin' in bushes
I got bass (coke)
Every line is (dope)
The type of shit that make 'em feign and had 'em thirsty to (smoke)
I got a funky fresh (car)
And a funky fresh (broad)
I'm a funky fresh (star)
And I'm up to (par)
You see the trunk got bass
Yeah the pots got bass
All the niggas on the block they be dealin' that bass
You see the trunk got bass
I flood the hood with the bass
I'm bringin' the sprinklers out
Even when there's a drought
I got bass
I got bass
I got bass
I got bass
To provide us all with that bass
Especially after you finish cookin' that bass
I always been a hungry nigga
The type to set a whole entire country into a frenzy hold up
Whatever niggas wanna do, niggas wanna try
Fuck it, I'm better than the best of them
King Kong and Godzilla mixed up together
While I'm blessing them
It's wrong for niggas to mix us together
Cus I'm better than every fucking body
You should remember that I never been lesser
Always fresher I'm upgrade and bitch constantly mutilating foes
And outshining their favorite
Probably boost the ratings while I'm changing and rearranging the climate
I'm the fucking pilot
Silence, I'm so amazing and so spectacular
The way I sparkle like fireworks then I cause a massacre
And make you feel how the fire hurts
See the dungeon dragon has returned RAWRRR, look
Then I come one after the other then BLAOWW, before the hook
Then I see how the people's amazed and astonished by what I do
Cause I see how the heater just blaze and I tarnish up other dudes
Then I see what I feed to make niggas just WOWW when I'm coming through
Indeed I plant a seed that'll make 'em DROWNN when they get the news
That yes I am the best and unless you could replace
Cause I only deal with facts and the truth is in your face
I got bass (coke)
Every line is (dope)
The type of shit that make 'em feign and had 'em thirsty to (smoke)
I got a funky fresh (car)
And a funky fresh (broad)
I'm a funky fresh (star)
And I'm up to (par)
You see the trunk got bass
Yeah the pots got bass
All the niggas on the block they be dealin' that bass
You see the trunk got bass
I flood the hood with the bass
I'm bringin' the sprinklers out
Even when there's a drought
I got bass
I got bass
I got bass
I got bass
This should be soundin' like a thousand mosquitoes buzzing like hmhmmmhmmhmhmhm
I got you niggas buggin' like fucking zombies is coming
And dumbing and losing it
Got a fucking army that's gunnin' and running for rulership
I'm in a fucking party with something that's stunning' and cute as shit
I don't play with none of you dummies
Who the fuck is you foolin' with
Then I count and sum up my money
Niggas know how I do this shit
Then I bounce and I run through the country
Then I come with a slew of hits that'll massacre the planet
Obliviating the earth
And diabolically smashing everything for whatever it's worth
It's Busta Rhymes godfather beast boy emperor
This rap shit coming to get the bread
Gimmie my cash, quick so that I can be malice
You niggas now running telling do it
So I can reblanket the town with the epidemic
I got a flow that cause cancers
Better call up the paramedics
And it'll complicate blood circulation in diabetics
A lot of hateful niggas try to put my pockets on diuretics
But NAHH we don't allow them things
You and your mans can get it as you complicate the flow
To full drive when I feed my pushers then
Spit a dart like natives livin' in bushes
I got bass (coke)
Every line is (dope)
The type of shit that make 'em feign and had 'em thirsty to (smoke)
I got a funky fresh (car)
And a funky fresh (broad)
I'm a funky fresh (star)
And I'm up to (par)
You see the trunk got bass
Yeah the pots got bass
All the niggas on the block they be dealin' that bass
You see the trunk got bass
I flood the hood with the bass
I'm bringin' the sprinklers out
Even when there's a drought
I got bass
I got bass
I got bass
I got bass
I Love My Chick Lyrics – Busta Rhymes (feat. Kelis)
[Busta Rhymes] I love my Chick
[Kelis] I love my baby
[x6]
My lady never lets me down
thats why i never let her go
she always here to lift me up
when i fall down and hit the floor
my baby so amazing
let me sit back and count the ways
1...... she the shit
2...... she legit
3...... and she can get
[Busta Rhymes (Kelis)]
i love my Chick
i love my lady yup yup
i love my Chick
(i love you baby)
i love my lady yup yup
i love my Chick
(i love you baby)
i love my lady yup yup
i love my Chick
(i love you baby)
i love my Chick
And she can get
[Kelis (Busta Rhymes)]
i love my baby yup yup
i love my boy
(i love my Chick)
i love my baby yup yup
i love my boy
(i love my Chick)
i love my baby
(i love my Chick)
i love my baby
he bring me joy
[Busta Rhymes]
i love my girl cause she knows the shit
she acting kinda ill but she aint scared of the dick
got her on tape but though she act kinda rude
bet she know my money gone
she spent a do on a dude
real life chicken wanna mess with a thug
sippin martini's drinkin, wanna sex in the club
cause . . . see thats my chick
thats my chick, thats my chick
yeah and she can get it
and she the type that keep it all on low
never stress the kid when im surrounded with hoes
if you knew the thing that she be doing to me
in the club, in the crib, or when i'm pushing the v
see, shorty ass be all over the place
if you front she probally put her ass all in your face for me
cause thats my chick, cause thats my chick
cause that my chick, and she can get it
My lady never lets me down
thats why i never let her go
she always here to lift me up
when i fall down and hit the floor
my baby so amazing
let me sit back and count the ways
1...... she the shit
2...... she legit
3...... and she can get it
[Busta Rhymes (Kelis)]
i love my Chick
i love my lady yup yup
i love my Chick
(i love you baby)
i love my lady yup yup
i love my Chick
(i love you baby)
i love my lady yup yup
i love my Chick
(i love you baby)
i love my Chick
and she can get it
[Kelis (Busta Rhymes)]
i love my baby yup yup
i love my boy
(i love my Chick)
i love my baby yup yup
i love my boy
(i love my Chick)
i love my baby
(i love my Chick)
i love my baby
he bring me joy
[Busta Rhymes]
you see my Chick is a one of a kind
i know you wish your Chick was a rider like mine
when you see my mission know my shortys a dime
what she doing with them Chickes
she be skipping the line
listen, the type that reserve that ass for a fella
and if i had to skip town she's hold the stash for a fella
i'm saying see thats my chick
thats my chick, thats my chick
and she can get it
i know you buggin on the way this sound
but you know you know i love the way my Chick be holdin it down
extremely thoughall about the way she be reppin it hard
travel anywhere my shorty come touchin the gaurd
bust it, mami always creep for you if she can
even if she have to get up and even lie on the stand
i'm saying . . . cause thats my chick
thats my chick, thats my chick
and she can get it
My lady never lets me down
thats why i never let her go
she always here to lift me up
when i fall down and hit the floor
my baby so amazing
let me sit back and count the ways
1...... she the shit
2...... she legit
3...... and she can get it
[Busta Rhymes (Kelis)]
i love my Chick
i love my lady yup yup
i love my Chick
(i love you baby)
i love my lady yup yup
i love my Chick
(i love you baby)
i love my lady yup yup
i love my Chick
(i love you baby)
i love my Chick
and she can get it
[Kelis (Busta Rhymes)]
i love my baby yup yup
i love my boy
(i love my Chick)
i love my baby yup yup
i love my boy
(i love my Chick)
i love my baby
(i love my Chick)
i love my baby
he bring me joy
[Kelis] I love my baby
[x6]
My lady never lets me down
thats why i never let her go
she always here to lift me up
when i fall down and hit the floor
my baby so amazing
let me sit back and count the ways
1...... she the shit
2...... she legit
3...... and she can get
[Busta Rhymes (Kelis)]
i love my Chick
i love my lady yup yup
i love my Chick
(i love you baby)
i love my lady yup yup
i love my Chick
(i love you baby)
i love my lady yup yup
i love my Chick
(i love you baby)
i love my Chick
And she can get
[Kelis (Busta Rhymes)]
i love my baby yup yup
i love my boy
(i love my Chick)
i love my baby yup yup
i love my boy
(i love my Chick)
i love my baby
(i love my Chick)
i love my baby
he bring me joy
[Busta Rhymes]
i love my girl cause she knows the shit
she acting kinda ill but she aint scared of the dick
got her on tape but though she act kinda rude
bet she know my money gone
she spent a do on a dude
real life chicken wanna mess with a thug
sippin martini's drinkin, wanna sex in the club
cause . . . see thats my chick
thats my chick, thats my chick
yeah and she can get it
and she the type that keep it all on low
never stress the kid when im surrounded with hoes
if you knew the thing that she be doing to me
in the club, in the crib, or when i'm pushing the v
see, shorty ass be all over the place
if you front she probally put her ass all in your face for me
cause thats my chick, cause thats my chick
cause that my chick, and she can get it
My lady never lets me down
thats why i never let her go
she always here to lift me up
when i fall down and hit the floor
my baby so amazing
let me sit back and count the ways
1...... she the shit
2...... she legit
3...... and she can get it
[Busta Rhymes (Kelis)]
i love my Chick
i love my lady yup yup
i love my Chick
(i love you baby)
i love my lady yup yup
i love my Chick
(i love you baby)
i love my lady yup yup
i love my Chick
(i love you baby)
i love my Chick
and she can get it
[Kelis (Busta Rhymes)]
i love my baby yup yup
i love my boy
(i love my Chick)
i love my baby yup yup
i love my boy
(i love my Chick)
i love my baby
(i love my Chick)
i love my baby
he bring me joy
[Busta Rhymes]
you see my Chick is a one of a kind
i know you wish your Chick was a rider like mine
when you see my mission know my shortys a dime
what she doing with them Chickes
she be skipping the line
listen, the type that reserve that ass for a fella
and if i had to skip town she's hold the stash for a fella
i'm saying see thats my chick
thats my chick, thats my chick
and she can get it
i know you buggin on the way this sound
but you know you know i love the way my Chick be holdin it down
extremely thoughall about the way she be reppin it hard
travel anywhere my shorty come touchin the gaurd
bust it, mami always creep for you if she can
even if she have to get up and even lie on the stand
i'm saying . . . cause thats my chick
thats my chick, thats my chick
and she can get it
My lady never lets me down
thats why i never let her go
she always here to lift me up
when i fall down and hit the floor
my baby so amazing
let me sit back and count the ways
1...... she the shit
2...... she legit
3...... and she can get it
[Busta Rhymes (Kelis)]
i love my Chick
i love my lady yup yup
i love my Chick
(i love you baby)
i love my lady yup yup
i love my Chick
(i love you baby)
i love my lady yup yup
i love my Chick
(i love you baby)
i love my Chick
and she can get it
[Kelis (Busta Rhymes)]
i love my baby yup yup
i love my boy
(i love my Chick)
i love my baby yup yup
i love my boy
(i love my Chick)
i love my baby
(i love my Chick)
i love my baby
he bring me joy
I'll Hurt You Lyrics – Busta Rhymes (feat. Eminem)
[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Yeah! Guess who it is!
Aiyyo Dre! I think they in trouble! (WOO!!!)
Scott Storch! Why you have to do it like this to them?!
Feels like a new day
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Listen, now every time I come and I hit you niggaz with shit regardless
You get retarded and then the niggaz ain't got a clue
On how the fuck I do what I do and say what I say
And spit what I spit you ain't never even gotta question who
Cause you know that I'm the only nigga that can ever come
And spitefully turn the place in to a motherfuckin zoo
Then I come and I spit all crazy sh-sh-sh-shit
And m-m-m-make n-n-niggaz do exactly what I want 'em to
From my point of view instead of trying to step up
you still trying to play catch up and keep up with the way a nigga grew
These niggaz panick and freakin get schizophrenic and let they emotions out
And I doubt they can ever test my crew
Take a second check it I wreckon my records are better than
Whatever record you recorded that's why ya shit is through (WOO!!!)
You fuckin idiot I don't think you get it
I'm one of the greatest ever period every syllable is true
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Now if you ain't runnin you ain't handicappin your vision
I think it's simple enough think that it's really plain to see
No matter how much you try, no matter how much you make an effort
You niggaz can never ever really fuck with me
Cause I'll hurt you, and I will learn you a thing or two
And I'll hurt you, and I'll finish your career for you, I'll
[Verse 2: Eminem]
Shit on a mic and do do, my doo-doo
You do not have a fightin chance to move you you were covered in my poo-poo
Smothered in my manure while I spit saliva fluid do-do-do-do-do-do
G-g-g-goobers secluded you
You don't have a clue as to what we're about to do do you
So just sit back and watch somethin you just gon have an a-chew
You just made me sneeze I'm allergic to beats like these
Please excuse me my allergies are actin up thanks a lot Scott
Your probably wonderin why there's thunderin everyone
Is runnin and duckin up under everything up on the block
Cause Bus a Bus and Flipmode just tip toed into the club
With shady quietly tryin not to start up a riot with Doc
But since we always started we might as well have a party
So gather 'round everybody come on lets get our drink on
And you ain't got to do nothin special for this occasion
Just reach in the closet put somethin on and get to the club
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Now if you ain't runnin you ain't handicappin your vision
I think it's simple enough think that it's really plain to see
No matter how much you try, no matter how much you make an effort
You niggaz can never ever really fuck with me
Cause I'll hurt you, and I will learn you a thing or two
And I'll hurt you, and I'll finish your career for you, I'll
[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Catch you niggaz and snatch you niggaz you bunch of bumblin fools
Who got me rumblin dudes all way down the block
Keep on stumblin and jumblin over their words and vowels
Throw in the towel see you niggaz is on the clock
And you runnin out of time see I'm tired of all y'all
M-m-m-mumblin-m-m-mumblin n-n-nigga I got it locked
Every single time you put my shit in your cd player and turn up the volume
You bang your head because your shit is not
I - continue with crumblin niggaz and tumblin niggaz
You struggle while I humble a nigga with the glock
Then I watch you while I'll keep on fumblin while I got you tr-tr-tremblin
For one of my niggaz bust ya head with a rock
Before I start to do another thing then to make you crown me the king
With such a butter swing nigga follow the flock
Now watch my brotha bring all my diamonds to summer bling
while I'm climbin and fuck her then tell you bitch to get off my yacht
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Now if you ain't runnin you ain't handicappin your vision
I think it's simple enough think that it's really plain to see
No matter how much you try, no matter how much you make an effort
You niggaz can never ever really fuck with me
Cause I'll hurt you, and I will learn you a thing or two
And I'll hurt you, and I'll finish your career for you, I'll
Yeah! Guess who it is!
Aiyyo Dre! I think they in trouble! (WOO!!!)
Scott Storch! Why you have to do it like this to them?!
Feels like a new day
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Listen, now every time I come and I hit you niggaz with shit regardless
You get retarded and then the niggaz ain't got a clue
On how the fuck I do what I do and say what I say
And spit what I spit you ain't never even gotta question who
Cause you know that I'm the only nigga that can ever come
And spitefully turn the place in to a motherfuckin zoo
Then I come and I spit all crazy sh-sh-sh-shit
And m-m-m-make n-n-niggaz do exactly what I want 'em to
From my point of view instead of trying to step up
you still trying to play catch up and keep up with the way a nigga grew
These niggaz panick and freakin get schizophrenic and let they emotions out
And I doubt they can ever test my crew
Take a second check it I wreckon my records are better than
Whatever record you recorded that's why ya shit is through (WOO!!!)
You fuckin idiot I don't think you get it
I'm one of the greatest ever period every syllable is true
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Now if you ain't runnin you ain't handicappin your vision
I think it's simple enough think that it's really plain to see
No matter how much you try, no matter how much you make an effort
You niggaz can never ever really fuck with me
Cause I'll hurt you, and I will learn you a thing or two
And I'll hurt you, and I'll finish your career for you, I'll
[Verse 2: Eminem]
Shit on a mic and do do, my doo-doo
You do not have a fightin chance to move you you were covered in my poo-poo
Smothered in my manure while I spit saliva fluid do-do-do-do-do-do
G-g-g-goobers secluded you
You don't have a clue as to what we're about to do do you
So just sit back and watch somethin you just gon have an a-chew
You just made me sneeze I'm allergic to beats like these
Please excuse me my allergies are actin up thanks a lot Scott
Your probably wonderin why there's thunderin everyone
Is runnin and duckin up under everything up on the block
Cause Bus a Bus and Flipmode just tip toed into the club
With shady quietly tryin not to start up a riot with Doc
But since we always started we might as well have a party
So gather 'round everybody come on lets get our drink on
And you ain't got to do nothin special for this occasion
Just reach in the closet put somethin on and get to the club
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Now if you ain't runnin you ain't handicappin your vision
I think it's simple enough think that it's really plain to see
No matter how much you try, no matter how much you make an effort
You niggaz can never ever really fuck with me
Cause I'll hurt you, and I will learn you a thing or two
And I'll hurt you, and I'll finish your career for you, I'll
[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Catch you niggaz and snatch you niggaz you bunch of bumblin fools
Who got me rumblin dudes all way down the block
Keep on stumblin and jumblin over their words and vowels
Throw in the towel see you niggaz is on the clock
And you runnin out of time see I'm tired of all y'all
M-m-m-mumblin-m-m-mumblin n-n-nigga I got it locked
Every single time you put my shit in your cd player and turn up the volume
You bang your head because your shit is not
I - continue with crumblin niggaz and tumblin niggaz
You struggle while I humble a nigga with the glock
Then I watch you while I'll keep on fumblin while I got you tr-tr-tremblin
For one of my niggaz bust ya head with a rock
Before I start to do another thing then to make you crown me the king
With such a butter swing nigga follow the flock
Now watch my brotha bring all my diamonds to summer bling
while I'm climbin and fuck her then tell you bitch to get off my yacht
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Now if you ain't runnin you ain't handicappin your vision
I think it's simple enough think that it's really plain to see
No matter how much you try, no matter how much you make an effort
You niggaz can never ever really fuck with me
Cause I'll hurt you, and I will learn you a thing or two
And I'll hurt you, and I'll finish your career for you, I'll
Killin' Em Lyrics – Busta Rhymes (feat. LL Cool J)
[Hook]
You killin em baby (you know that baby)
You killin em baby (you know that baby)
You killin em baby (you know that baby)
You killin em baby (you know that baby)
You killin em baby (you know that baby)
You killin em baby (you know that baby)
You killin em baby (you know that baby)
You killin em baby (you know that baby)
[Busta Rhymes]
It’s getting warm in here; lemme roll my sleeves up
You Fettuccine Alfredo niggas is gas
I respect your effort, but I’m afraid your ass is trash
Funny but I always seem to have the last laugh
And bag a bitch with the potato bag ass
Yesterday I was quiet and made the ass glad
Today I dropped another heater and it made they ass mad
Fuckers, we have got it in a bag and in the stash
Then do the shit that make the bitches act bad
See this moment is addictive motherfucker
How I kill shit, they say, “he a vindictive motherfucker”
I see the way niggers be hating when I get in the spot
They bitches be hallucinating when I spit
Ain’t no replacement when I quit so sick
Got them singing I’m amazing when I shit
When they come and see the movie and they sit
They would come to witness it, I was the greatest in the flick
This movie has been brought to you by The Conglomerate
Uncle L, talk to ‘em!
[Hook]
[LL Cool J]
Ladies love me, I’m on my Breezy
Uncle L, future of the funk
Without my stamp on it, how this joint gonna bump?
Let them taste the vintage, they want a free lunch
I guess they don’t know we playing ourselves, Trump
Our nose in the air looking all stopped up
This is the anti-hista-green for the broke pop slut
You wanna impress me? Start manning up
Say something that sound like you piss standing up
You’re lucky I made it out, the hood’s bad enough
Get you for your Gucci, leave your face tatted up
Flash back the skunk, el producto blunt
More green behind me, the fake gold fronts
I ain’t drop a verse in like 36 months
All I see BS, y’all need to quick stunt
Damn, right, like it’s Midas when you touch
Your career’s like a hymen: once it’s gone, you’re fucked
[Hook]
[Busta Rhymes]
Now you know it’s impossible to stop me now, right?
You see I’m back to yoke up the game in a chokehold
Put you to shame like the barrel was engraved in your nose hole
You gonna bounce to the next groove: I’m back bitch
Better get to rethinking your best move
Money to get, beating the pavement, gotta go
Where passports and visas and bitches waiting in Monaco
As I return to handle my biz
You know exactly what it is
[Hook]
You killin em baby (you know that baby)
You killin em baby (you know that baby)
You killin em baby (you know that baby)
You killin em baby (you know that baby)
You killin em baby (you know that baby)
You killin em baby (you know that baby)
You killin em baby (you know that baby)
You killin em baby (you know that baby)
[Busta Rhymes]
It’s getting warm in here; lemme roll my sleeves up
You Fettuccine Alfredo niggas is gas
I respect your effort, but I’m afraid your ass is trash
Funny but I always seem to have the last laugh
And bag a bitch with the potato bag ass
Yesterday I was quiet and made the ass glad
Today I dropped another heater and it made they ass mad
Fuckers, we have got it in a bag and in the stash
Then do the shit that make the bitches act bad
See this moment is addictive motherfucker
How I kill shit, they say, “he a vindictive motherfucker”
I see the way niggers be hating when I get in the spot
They bitches be hallucinating when I spit
Ain’t no replacement when I quit so sick
Got them singing I’m amazing when I shit
When they come and see the movie and they sit
They would come to witness it, I was the greatest in the flick
This movie has been brought to you by The Conglomerate
Uncle L, talk to ‘em!
[Hook]
[LL Cool J]
Ladies love me, I’m on my Breezy
Uncle L, future of the funk
Without my stamp on it, how this joint gonna bump?
Let them taste the vintage, they want a free lunch
I guess they don’t know we playing ourselves, Trump
Our nose in the air looking all stopped up
This is the anti-hista-green for the broke pop slut
You wanna impress me? Start manning up
Say something that sound like you piss standing up
You’re lucky I made it out, the hood’s bad enough
Get you for your Gucci, leave your face tatted up
Flash back the skunk, el producto blunt
More green behind me, the fake gold fronts
I ain’t drop a verse in like 36 months
All I see BS, y’all need to quick stunt
Damn, right, like it’s Midas when you touch
Your career’s like a hymen: once it’s gone, you’re fucked
[Hook]
[Busta Rhymes]
Now you know it’s impossible to stop me now, right?
You see I’m back to yoke up the game in a chokehold
Put you to shame like the barrel was engraved in your nose hole
You gonna bounce to the next groove: I’m back bitch
Better get to rethinking your best move
Money to get, beating the pavement, gotta go
Where passports and visas and bitches waiting in Monaco
As I return to handle my biz
You know exactly what it is
[Hook]
Lay 'Em To Rest Lyrics – Busta Rhymes (feat. French Montana, Reek Da Villian, Uncle Murda)
[Intro: Sample courtesy of "Throw Ya Gunz" by Onyx]
Take 'em out! Take 'em out! Bring 'em out dead! (DEAD!)
Shine 'em up! Shine em up! Shine the bald head! (HEAD!)
One gun! Two gun! Three gun! Four!
You're! mine! It's all about (Secret Specialist)
[Busta Rhymes (Sample courtesy of "Throw Ya Gunz" by Onyx)]
Yo! SOMEBODY CALL THE HOSPITAL NOW!!!
THERE WILL BE A COUPLE OF EMS UNITS NEEDED!!!
REEK DA VILLIAN!!! FRENCH MONTANA!!!! UNCLE MURDA!!!! BUSTA BUS!!!
Somebody ass in trouble now! (AUTOMATIC!!!!)
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes (French Montana, Reek Da Villian & Uncle Murda)]
Yes yes y'all!!!! (YES Y'ALL!!!!)
You know you niggas fuckin with the best y'all!!!! (BEST Y'ALL!!!!)
We comin for your motherfuckin chest y'all!!!! (CHEST Y'ALL!!!!)
We 'bout to lay you niggas down to rest y'all (REST Y'ALL!!!!)
Yes yes y'all!!!! (YES Y'ALL!!!!)
Yes yes y'all!!!! (YES Y'ALL!!!!)
You know you niggas fuckin with the best y'all!!!! (BEST Y'ALL!!!!)
We comin for your motherfuckin chest y'all!!!! (CHEST Y'ALL!!!!)
We 'bout to lay you niggas down to rest y'all (REST Y'ALL!!!!)
Yes yes y'all!!!! (YES!!!!) YES!!!
[Verse 1: French Montana]
HEY! Fresh up out the South Bronx nigga name Montana
All black grey bands and the black Phantom
Here is somethin that you can't understand, ain't nothin realer man
I got a saudoff, knock your motherfuckin door off
Ain't nothin realer, press record off
Me and Murda, Reek, Bus on track
Call your favorite DJ tell 'em bring it back
[Verse 2: Uncle Murda]
(YEAH! YEAH!) This so Nineteen Nineties
Before Diddy had niggas in suits that was shiney (Before Mase!)
Man! This so gangsta and gutter
If you beefin with a nigga you 'gon step to his mother (I'm just sayin miss!!!)
Huh! This so New York City
Let's start the beef back up for them killin Biggie (WE GOT YOU FRANK!!!!)
Man this make you wanna go throw the Tim's on
The beat's on, stomp a nigga to a M.O.P. song
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes (French Montana, Reek Da Villian & Uncle Murda)]
Yes yes y'all!!!! (YES Y'ALL!!!!)
You know you niggas fuckin with the best y'all!!!! (BEST Y'ALL!!!!)
We comin for your motherfuckin chest y'all!!!! (CHEST Y'ALL!!!!)
We 'bout to lay you niggas down to rest y'all (REST Y'ALL!!!!)
Yes yes y'all!!!! (YES Y'ALL!!!!)
Yes yes y'all!!!! (YES Y'ALL!!!!)
You know you niggas fuckin with the best y'all!!!! (BEST Y'ALL!!!!)
We comin for your motherfuckin chest y'all!!!! (CHEST Y'ALL!!!!)
We 'bout to lay you niggas down to rest y'all (REST Y'ALL!!!!)
Yes yes y'all!!!! (YES!!!!) YES!!!
[Verse 3: Reek Da Villian]
Aiyyo I hate your fuckin guts and I hope that you die!
Smackin any nigga talkin shit about Allah
Yeah! This that real rap BK to Bronx shit
P90 rueger with the full extended long clip
Bet a nigga let off any hammer that my palm rip
Got the loud growin in my yard on some farm shit (On some farm shit!)
Try to front on Montana, Bus and Uncle Murda?!
Get your mother hogtied and your uncle murdered!
[Verse 4: Busta Rhymes]
IIIIIIII!!!!! Don't give a fuck about shit put your guns up!!!!
Make 'em blackout I'm fuckin the clubs up!!!!
(STICK 'EM UP!!!) You gettin robbed unless you put your drugs up!
Shots flyin sound like the DJ just turned your drums up!
(WHAT'S UP!) Relax lil' nigga 'fore you get fucked up!
Or get your face swollen and unbelievably scuffed up!
You see I lock blocks and control avenues!
Spazzin on the theme music for the animals!
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes (French Montana, Reek Da Villian & Uncle Murda)]
Yes yes y'all!!!! (YES Y'ALL!!!!)
You know you niggas fuckin with the best y'all!!!! (BEST Y'ALL!!!!)
We comin for your motherfuckin chest y'all!!!! (CHEST Y'ALL!!!!)
We 'bout to lay you niggas down to rest y'all (REST Y'ALL!!!!)
Yes yes y'all!!!! (YES Y'ALL!!!!)
Yes yes y'all!!!! (YES Y'ALL!!!!)
You know you niggas fuckin with the best y'all!!!! (BEST Y'ALL!!!!)
We comin for your motherfuckin chest y'all!!!! (CHEST Y'ALL!!!!)
We 'bout to lay you niggas down to rest y'all (REST Y'ALL!!!!)
Yes yes y'all!!!! (YES!!!!) YES!!!
Take 'em out! Take 'em out! Bring 'em out dead! (DEAD!)
Shine 'em up! Shine em up! Shine the bald head! (HEAD!)
One gun! Two gun! Three gun! Four!
You're! mine! It's all about (Secret Specialist)
[Busta Rhymes (Sample courtesy of "Throw Ya Gunz" by Onyx)]
Yo! SOMEBODY CALL THE HOSPITAL NOW!!!
THERE WILL BE A COUPLE OF EMS UNITS NEEDED!!!
REEK DA VILLIAN!!! FRENCH MONTANA!!!! UNCLE MURDA!!!! BUSTA BUS!!!
Somebody ass in trouble now! (AUTOMATIC!!!!)
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes (French Montana, Reek Da Villian & Uncle Murda)]
Yes yes y'all!!!! (YES Y'ALL!!!!)
You know you niggas fuckin with the best y'all!!!! (BEST Y'ALL!!!!)
We comin for your motherfuckin chest y'all!!!! (CHEST Y'ALL!!!!)
We 'bout to lay you niggas down to rest y'all (REST Y'ALL!!!!)
Yes yes y'all!!!! (YES Y'ALL!!!!)
Yes yes y'all!!!! (YES Y'ALL!!!!)
You know you niggas fuckin with the best y'all!!!! (BEST Y'ALL!!!!)
We comin for your motherfuckin chest y'all!!!! (CHEST Y'ALL!!!!)
We 'bout to lay you niggas down to rest y'all (REST Y'ALL!!!!)
Yes yes y'all!!!! (YES!!!!) YES!!!
[Verse 1: French Montana]
HEY! Fresh up out the South Bronx nigga name Montana
All black grey bands and the black Phantom
Here is somethin that you can't understand, ain't nothin realer man
I got a saudoff, knock your motherfuckin door off
Ain't nothin realer, press record off
Me and Murda, Reek, Bus on track
Call your favorite DJ tell 'em bring it back
[Verse 2: Uncle Murda]
(YEAH! YEAH!) This so Nineteen Nineties
Before Diddy had niggas in suits that was shiney (Before Mase!)
Man! This so gangsta and gutter
If you beefin with a nigga you 'gon step to his mother (I'm just sayin miss!!!)
Huh! This so New York City
Let's start the beef back up for them killin Biggie (WE GOT YOU FRANK!!!!)
Man this make you wanna go throw the Tim's on
The beat's on, stomp a nigga to a M.O.P. song
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes (French Montana, Reek Da Villian & Uncle Murda)]
Yes yes y'all!!!! (YES Y'ALL!!!!)
You know you niggas fuckin with the best y'all!!!! (BEST Y'ALL!!!!)
We comin for your motherfuckin chest y'all!!!! (CHEST Y'ALL!!!!)
We 'bout to lay you niggas down to rest y'all (REST Y'ALL!!!!)
Yes yes y'all!!!! (YES Y'ALL!!!!)
Yes yes y'all!!!! (YES Y'ALL!!!!)
You know you niggas fuckin with the best y'all!!!! (BEST Y'ALL!!!!)
We comin for your motherfuckin chest y'all!!!! (CHEST Y'ALL!!!!)
We 'bout to lay you niggas down to rest y'all (REST Y'ALL!!!!)
Yes yes y'all!!!! (YES!!!!) YES!!!
[Verse 3: Reek Da Villian]
Aiyyo I hate your fuckin guts and I hope that you die!
Smackin any nigga talkin shit about Allah
Yeah! This that real rap BK to Bronx shit
P90 rueger with the full extended long clip
Bet a nigga let off any hammer that my palm rip
Got the loud growin in my yard on some farm shit (On some farm shit!)
Try to front on Montana, Bus and Uncle Murda?!
Get your mother hogtied and your uncle murdered!
[Verse 4: Busta Rhymes]
IIIIIIII!!!!! Don't give a fuck about shit put your guns up!!!!
Make 'em blackout I'm fuckin the clubs up!!!!
(STICK 'EM UP!!!) You gettin robbed unless you put your drugs up!
Shots flyin sound like the DJ just turned your drums up!
(WHAT'S UP!) Relax lil' nigga 'fore you get fucked up!
Or get your face swollen and unbelievably scuffed up!
You see I lock blocks and control avenues!
Spazzin on the theme music for the animals!
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes (French Montana, Reek Da Villian & Uncle Murda)]
Yes yes y'all!!!! (YES Y'ALL!!!!)
You know you niggas fuckin with the best y'all!!!! (BEST Y'ALL!!!!)
We comin for your motherfuckin chest y'all!!!! (CHEST Y'ALL!!!!)
We 'bout to lay you niggas down to rest y'all (REST Y'ALL!!!!)
Yes yes y'all!!!! (YES Y'ALL!!!!)
Yes yes y'all!!!! (YES Y'ALL!!!!)
You know you niggas fuckin with the best y'all!!!! (BEST Y'ALL!!!!)
We comin for your motherfuckin chest y'all!!!! (CHEST Y'ALL!!!!)
We 'bout to lay you niggas down to rest y'all (REST Y'ALL!!!!)
Yes yes y'all!!!! (YES!!!!) YES!!!
Light Your Ass On Fire Lyrics – Busta Rhymes (feat. Pharrell Williams)
Clones..
[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
Whachu say your name was?
Well um, lookin real sexy right now
You and your girls, are lookin good
Look why don't y'all take off y'all jackets
What's your name baby? word? okay
Tell your friend right there this, this my man Busta
[Verse: Busta Rhymes]
Hah, I know you starving for this shit
Baby I'm feeling your hunger
I'm so clean call a nigga Felix Ungar
So what if I said it baby I'm still gon' tell ya
I hope your ass bigger than Willona and Thelma
Listen, it's Busta Rhymes bitch I ain't never fail ya
Your ass all over like paraphernalia, hmm
See the police gon jail ya
For walking around wit the kind of ass that'll kill ya now
Don't worry bout it I got money to bill ya
Shorty stacking like a mule, type of shit that'll scare ya
Headboard bang, bump the side of ya head
Watch how ya ass spread spill all off the side of the bed now, hmm
Now whachu do to the dread? baby your ass really changed
What he initially said because a nigga dead
But fuck em! cause now we vibing and talking and shit
I love to hear your ass go (ga ga goon) when you walking and shit
[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
Move girl light your ass on fire - light your ass on fire
Move girl light your ass on fire - light your ass on fire
Move girl I'll light your ass on fire - I'll light your ass on fire
Move girl I'll light your ass on fire - Bitch I'll light that ass on fire
Move girl I'll light your ass on fire
[Verse: Busta Rhymes]
Bust it, baby I know you probably really
Need a table cloth to cover your ass
Digging in your pocket while you rubbing yo ass
Shit so big just put the club in yo ass
Prep the H2 park it right infront of yo ass
I see your little gap between your cunt and yo ass
And make you jump inside the whip and smoke a blunt wit yo ass
I'm saying hmm, the shit'll spread like a rash
The way they ass wiggles see I got the shit on a smash now listen
I light the L smell a wiff of the hash
And bag all the bitches, now watch you see me zip in a flash
I'm saying hmm, now I'm a put you on blast
Just like a tint window when you put your shit on the glass
Bust right through the window then it sit on the dash
And have a nigga driving wreckless till you making him crash
(Hah, c'mon) we making money and shit
Now pop your muffin while we be watching you shaking your shit
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Welcome to hot in Hazyville
It make you wanna dance till you break your heels
I know you love the way the God make your feel
Now watch me get deeper than a Navy Seal (Navy Seal?)
It got a crazy feel, shit feel like you in a danger field
Hypnotize, stuck it in her, daze for real
That's exactly why we call this one Hazyville (Hazyville)
[Verse: Busta Rhymes]
Baby, just shake ya ass till you spread on the floor
I noticed that your ass too big for your draws
You need a - a chiropractor just to marry yo ass
To tell the truth you need a tractor just to carry yo ass
Fo reala, you motherfuckers probably think that I'm playing
All bitches love to talk and all that other shit I be saying
And going hmm, see how you putting it down
I love the way you shake it throw it around!
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
Whachu say your name was?
Well um, lookin real sexy right now
You and your girls, are lookin good
Look why don't y'all take off y'all jackets
What's your name baby? word? okay
Tell your friend right there this, this my man Busta
[Verse: Busta Rhymes]
Hah, I know you starving for this shit
Baby I'm feeling your hunger
I'm so clean call a nigga Felix Ungar
So what if I said it baby I'm still gon' tell ya
I hope your ass bigger than Willona and Thelma
Listen, it's Busta Rhymes bitch I ain't never fail ya
Your ass all over like paraphernalia, hmm
See the police gon jail ya
For walking around wit the kind of ass that'll kill ya now
Don't worry bout it I got money to bill ya
Shorty stacking like a mule, type of shit that'll scare ya
Headboard bang, bump the side of ya head
Watch how ya ass spread spill all off the side of the bed now, hmm
Now whachu do to the dread? baby your ass really changed
What he initially said because a nigga dead
But fuck em! cause now we vibing and talking and shit
I love to hear your ass go (ga ga goon) when you walking and shit
[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
Move girl light your ass on fire - light your ass on fire
Move girl light your ass on fire - light your ass on fire
Move girl I'll light your ass on fire - I'll light your ass on fire
Move girl I'll light your ass on fire - Bitch I'll light that ass on fire
Move girl I'll light your ass on fire
[Verse: Busta Rhymes]
Bust it, baby I know you probably really
Need a table cloth to cover your ass
Digging in your pocket while you rubbing yo ass
Shit so big just put the club in yo ass
Prep the H2 park it right infront of yo ass
I see your little gap between your cunt and yo ass
And make you jump inside the whip and smoke a blunt wit yo ass
I'm saying hmm, the shit'll spread like a rash
The way they ass wiggles see I got the shit on a smash now listen
I light the L smell a wiff of the hash
And bag all the bitches, now watch you see me zip in a flash
I'm saying hmm, now I'm a put you on blast
Just like a tint window when you put your shit on the glass
Bust right through the window then it sit on the dash
And have a nigga driving wreckless till you making him crash
(Hah, c'mon) we making money and shit
Now pop your muffin while we be watching you shaking your shit
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Welcome to hot in Hazyville
It make you wanna dance till you break your heels
I know you love the way the God make your feel
Now watch me get deeper than a Navy Seal (Navy Seal?)
It got a crazy feel, shit feel like you in a danger field
Hypnotize, stuck it in her, daze for real
That's exactly why we call this one Hazyville (Hazyville)
[Verse: Busta Rhymes]
Baby, just shake ya ass till you spread on the floor
I noticed that your ass too big for your draws
You need a - a chiropractor just to marry yo ass
To tell the truth you need a tractor just to carry yo ass
Fo reala, you motherfuckers probably think that I'm playing
All bitches love to talk and all that other shit I be saying
And going hmm, see how you putting it down
I love the way you shake it throw it around!
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Otis (Remix) Lyrics – Busta Rhymes (feat. DMX)
The Dog is back baby,
Buss (go hard or go home)
Buss (Dog, wattup?)
Buss these niggas in they fucking head!
I’m right here dog, fo’real
You know how we do
It is not a fucking game!
Any you niggas got a doctor in the house
[DMX]
I’m taking the mic, fuck who’s next
Two niggas reppin’ the R, X and X
My niggas ain't on no rap shit, my nigga clap shit that quick?
Yeah, we on that shit
[Busta Rhymes]
‘Bout to roundhouse kick you muthafucking niggas face off
My voice so big you can turn the fucking bass off
Wanted for lots of murders lately, cops around the place off
I’m bussin’ DMX up in this bitch, you better take off
[DMX]
Went away for a while, jail, prison
Gettin’ down for real, fuck it, livin’!
Don’t worry ’bout what condition I’m in
Cats cant survive half the places I’ve been
[Busta Rhymes]
And while a lot of muthafuckers sit and watch the throne killa
We in the booth blackin’ dog, welcome home nigga
We spazzin’ in this bitch, while we keeping the crowd hyped
Remind em like what this shits supposed to sound like
Dawg, I pulled up in front of the jail to picked you up
Convoy of whips with ’bout 30 bitches in the trunk
Come on,
[DMX]
They sayin’ locked down is easy
But a nigga like me is greasy
Population or PC?, Check my 5 nigga?, see when I’m on
Feedin’ niggas with that thang then I’m gone
[Busta Rhymes]
Most you niggas talk too much, puttin’ police on ‘em
Bunch of blabber mouth ass niggas: Jackie Gleason
I dig my foot in ya face, putting my cleats on
You niggas off, steady watchin’ me putting the streets on
[DMX]
You need to think cause I got on and changed, something changed?
Bitch, I am the streets, whats my name?
I’ve been trying to stay sucka free but look where the suckers be
Had the [?] under me, can’t a muthafucka breath
[Busta Rhymes]
I know you baggage claim rapper niggas, just carry my luggage
And I take great pleasure whenever it’s time to punish
Incinerate a rhyme, let me throw they ass in the rubbish
I don’t give fuck what they think, you niggas know that I run this
You niggas can see just what it is and how I’m on it
How I fuck ya money up and be the foulest nigga
[DMX]
Fall back cause all that noise you making
Only let me know you boys is faking
Let me know that everything you got is mine for the taking
Before I leave you dead and stinking
Look here, I don’t play games, I don’t say names
Jump through with the guns out, (BLLAAP) spraying lames
I don’t take aim, hit the whole crowd
(ch’t-ch’t boom, ch’t-ch’t boom)
I shoot loud
[Busta Rhymes]
Ya’ll niggas know my M.O, I kill ya little boy
Heatseeker missle, whistle seek and destroy
You ain't ready for the stand off
And while a dog shooting, I’m chopping a nigga hand off
Funny little nigga, see the way I treat ‘em
Talk shit when I fuck niggas, than I beat ‘em
And if you run around, I whoop ya ass, cuckoo
Don't-talk-back when ya fathers talking to you
These corny niggas is waving surrender flag banners
Taking no prisoners, pussy, I’m teaching ya ass manners
Fuck y’all up up bad, bitch, more bangers
And air ‘em out to dry like we left ‘em on clothes hangers
I’m sickly as hell, eat ya body up: cancer
Who the nicest in the spot, ya’ll already knowing the answer
Then I listen to niggas talk and they fill me up with laughter
These niggas say they thug but be looking more like a dancer
There's something that you niggas need to know, its so important
that I ain't the one to fuck with homie, I’m tired of talkin’!
Buss (go hard or go home)
Buss (Dog, wattup?)
Buss these niggas in they fucking head!
I’m right here dog, fo’real
You know how we do
It is not a fucking game!
Any you niggas got a doctor in the house
[DMX]
I’m taking the mic, fuck who’s next
Two niggas reppin’ the R, X and X
My niggas ain't on no rap shit, my nigga clap shit that quick?
Yeah, we on that shit
[Busta Rhymes]
‘Bout to roundhouse kick you muthafucking niggas face off
My voice so big you can turn the fucking bass off
Wanted for lots of murders lately, cops around the place off
I’m bussin’ DMX up in this bitch, you better take off
[DMX]
Went away for a while, jail, prison
Gettin’ down for real, fuck it, livin’!
Don’t worry ’bout what condition I’m in
Cats cant survive half the places I’ve been
[Busta Rhymes]
And while a lot of muthafuckers sit and watch the throne killa
We in the booth blackin’ dog, welcome home nigga
We spazzin’ in this bitch, while we keeping the crowd hyped
Remind em like what this shits supposed to sound like
Dawg, I pulled up in front of the jail to picked you up
Convoy of whips with ’bout 30 bitches in the trunk
Come on,
[DMX]
They sayin’ locked down is easy
But a nigga like me is greasy
Population or PC?, Check my 5 nigga?, see when I’m on
Feedin’ niggas with that thang then I’m gone
[Busta Rhymes]
Most you niggas talk too much, puttin’ police on ‘em
Bunch of blabber mouth ass niggas: Jackie Gleason
I dig my foot in ya face, putting my cleats on
You niggas off, steady watchin’ me putting the streets on
[DMX]
You need to think cause I got on and changed, something changed?
Bitch, I am the streets, whats my name?
I’ve been trying to stay sucka free but look where the suckers be
Had the [?] under me, can’t a muthafucka breath
[Busta Rhymes]
I know you baggage claim rapper niggas, just carry my luggage
And I take great pleasure whenever it’s time to punish
Incinerate a rhyme, let me throw they ass in the rubbish
I don’t give fuck what they think, you niggas know that I run this
You niggas can see just what it is and how I’m on it
How I fuck ya money up and be the foulest nigga
[DMX]
Fall back cause all that noise you making
Only let me know you boys is faking
Let me know that everything you got is mine for the taking
Before I leave you dead and stinking
Look here, I don’t play games, I don’t say names
Jump through with the guns out, (BLLAAP) spraying lames
I don’t take aim, hit the whole crowd
(ch’t-ch’t boom, ch’t-ch’t boom)
I shoot loud
[Busta Rhymes]
Ya’ll niggas know my M.O, I kill ya little boy
Heatseeker missle, whistle seek and destroy
You ain't ready for the stand off
And while a dog shooting, I’m chopping a nigga hand off
Funny little nigga, see the way I treat ‘em
Talk shit when I fuck niggas, than I beat ‘em
And if you run around, I whoop ya ass, cuckoo
Don't-talk-back when ya fathers talking to you
These corny niggas is waving surrender flag banners
Taking no prisoners, pussy, I’m teaching ya ass manners
Fuck y’all up up bad, bitch, more bangers
And air ‘em out to dry like we left ‘em on clothes hangers
I’m sickly as hell, eat ya body up: cancer
Who the nicest in the spot, ya’ll already knowing the answer
Then I listen to niggas talk and they fill me up with laughter
These niggas say they thug but be looking more like a dancer
There's something that you niggas need to know, its so important
that I ain't the one to fuck with homie, I’m tired of talkin’!
Pass The Courvoisier Part 2 (Remix) Lyrics – Busta Rhymes (feat. P. Diddy, Pharell (The Neptunes))
[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
[Busta Rhymes]
Act a fool you better watch out (Uh-huh)
Hot shit be ringin the cops out (Come On)
Street niggas is ringin them shots out
[P. Diddy]
Short circuits blacken the blocks out
Now open up the garage and pull the drops out
Rockin the fur coat bringin the blue fox out
[Busta Rhymes]
Diamonds light up the block runnin the blue rocks out (Uh)
Wylin till all of my crew knocked out (Come On)
[P. Did] Get yo' ass up on the floor (Huh!)
[Rhymes] Throw ya hands if you wan't some more (Ho!!!)
[P. Diddy]
Baby, we'll leave your crotch out
And peep the way we be blowin them spots out
[Busta Rhymes]
Come on, look how we got 'em ready to act out
Girl, I'm ready to give it twistin your back out (Let's go)
[P. Did] Drink yack till a nigga fallin out
[Rhymes] Flat on his back now watch a nigga crawlin out, talk to me
[Chorus: Pharell + (Busta Rhymes)]
I said Busta (What's up son?)
Leave them girl rollin....And it look like (Come on)
They asses is swollen (And they ass gettin big now)
But if your man baby sittin, then what you gon' say
(What we gon' tell 'em man?)
We gon' tell that nigga (Pass the Courvoisier)
We gon' tell that brotha (Pass the Courvoisier)
Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier}
Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier}
Waah oooooooooooo oh!!
[P. Did] Girl you need to shake it off
[Rhymes] Too much hair on your chocha
[P. Did] Shave it off
[Rhymes] Come on, jump smack your ass and break it off
[P. Did] And if it's too hot for y'all?
[Rhymes] You need to take it off
[P. Did] In case you ain't knowin niggas we on a roll now
[Busta Rhymes]
Diddy, like we done stumbled on a pot of gold now (Come On)
Food spillin all out of the bowl now (Huh)
Money thick and heart of the fold now (Come On)
[P. Did] Ladies tell me if your feelin {alright}
[Rhymes] And are ya sure that your up for doin it {all night}
[P. Did] I Like this
[Busta Rhymes]
Listen, before you ass bent, nigga
We wreck shit and we ain't even blacked yet (Come On)
[P. Diddy]
Niggas all around and it's to rightfully shut down the block
[Busta Rhymes]
Chain the club ain't even packed yet (Come On)
Nuff drinkin at the bar hold it down wylin out
Till the club is closed down, talk to me
[Chorus: Pharell + (Busta Rhymes)]
I said Busta (What's up son?)
Leave them girl rollin....And it look like (Come On)
They asses is swollen (And they ass gettin big now)
But if your man baby sittin, then what you gon' say
(What we gon' tell 'em man?)
We gon' tell that nigga (Pass the Courvoisier)
We gon' tell that brotha (Pass the Courvoisier)
Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier}
Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier}
Waah oooooooooooo oh!!
[Bridge]
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
[Rhymes] To rob a bank my nigga cash rule
[P. Did] Bust it, let's get this money and act like a damn fool
[Rhymes] Fuck it, act stupid and jump in the damn pool (Huh)
[P. Did] Bone bitches and me and they man's cool
[Busta Rhymes]
Should be sayin, is what you thinked up? nigga
With me and Diddy together you bankrupted (Come On)
[P. Diddy]
Fly niggas we full of finesse y'all (Yeah!)
[Busta Rhymes]
Me and my nigga is fittin to bless y'all (Come On)
Don't talk about it, be about it
(SHUT UP!!!) Live niggas come to be around it
(WADDUP, COME ON!!) Rep to the fullest now (Huh)
These niggas ain't knowin how we gone put it down (Come On)
Cocked aim to shoot
[P. Did] To spray it down
[Rhymes] Steam rollin you niggas
[P. Did] And lay it down
[Rhymes] Niggas frontin with they thug image
[P. Did] And we pay them no mind
[Rhymes] I don't drink until the bottle finish, talk to me
[Chorus: Pharell + (Busta Rhymes)]
I said Busta (What's up son?)
Leave them girl rollin....And it look like (Come On)
They asses is swollen (And they ass gettin big now)
But if your man baby sittin, then what you gon' say
(What we gon' tell 'em man?)
We gon' tell that nigga (Pass the Courvoisier)
We gon' tell that brotha (Pass the Courvoisier)
Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier}
Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier}
Waah oooooooooooo oh!!
[Bridge]
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
[Chorus: Pharell + (Busta Rhymes)]
I said Busta (What's up son?)
Leave them girl rollin....And it look like (Come On)
They asses is swollen (And they ass gettin big now)
But if your man baby sittin, then what you gon' say
(What we gon' tell 'em man?)
We gon' tell that nigga (Pass the Courvoisier)
We gon' tell that brotha (Pass the Courvoisier)
Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier}
Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier}
Waah oooooooooooo oh!!
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
[Busta Rhymes]
Act a fool you better watch out (Uh-huh)
Hot shit be ringin the cops out (Come On)
Street niggas is ringin them shots out
[P. Diddy]
Short circuits blacken the blocks out
Now open up the garage and pull the drops out
Rockin the fur coat bringin the blue fox out
[Busta Rhymes]
Diamonds light up the block runnin the blue rocks out (Uh)
Wylin till all of my crew knocked out (Come On)
[P. Did] Get yo' ass up on the floor (Huh!)
[Rhymes] Throw ya hands if you wan't some more (Ho!!!)
[P. Diddy]
Baby, we'll leave your crotch out
And peep the way we be blowin them spots out
[Busta Rhymes]
Come on, look how we got 'em ready to act out
Girl, I'm ready to give it twistin your back out (Let's go)
[P. Did] Drink yack till a nigga fallin out
[Rhymes] Flat on his back now watch a nigga crawlin out, talk to me
[Chorus: Pharell + (Busta Rhymes)]
I said Busta (What's up son?)
Leave them girl rollin....And it look like (Come on)
They asses is swollen (And they ass gettin big now)
But if your man baby sittin, then what you gon' say
(What we gon' tell 'em man?)
We gon' tell that nigga (Pass the Courvoisier)
We gon' tell that brotha (Pass the Courvoisier)
Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier}
Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier}
Waah oooooooooooo oh!!
[P. Did] Girl you need to shake it off
[Rhymes] Too much hair on your chocha
[P. Did] Shave it off
[Rhymes] Come on, jump smack your ass and break it off
[P. Did] And if it's too hot for y'all?
[Rhymes] You need to take it off
[P. Did] In case you ain't knowin niggas we on a roll now
[Busta Rhymes]
Diddy, like we done stumbled on a pot of gold now (Come On)
Food spillin all out of the bowl now (Huh)
Money thick and heart of the fold now (Come On)
[P. Did] Ladies tell me if your feelin {alright}
[Rhymes] And are ya sure that your up for doin it {all night}
[P. Did] I Like this
[Busta Rhymes]
Listen, before you ass bent, nigga
We wreck shit and we ain't even blacked yet (Come On)
[P. Diddy]
Niggas all around and it's to rightfully shut down the block
[Busta Rhymes]
Chain the club ain't even packed yet (Come On)
Nuff drinkin at the bar hold it down wylin out
Till the club is closed down, talk to me
[Chorus: Pharell + (Busta Rhymes)]
I said Busta (What's up son?)
Leave them girl rollin....And it look like (Come On)
They asses is swollen (And they ass gettin big now)
But if your man baby sittin, then what you gon' say
(What we gon' tell 'em man?)
We gon' tell that nigga (Pass the Courvoisier)
We gon' tell that brotha (Pass the Courvoisier)
Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier}
Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier}
Waah oooooooooooo oh!!
[Bridge]
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
[Rhymes] To rob a bank my nigga cash rule
[P. Did] Bust it, let's get this money and act like a damn fool
[Rhymes] Fuck it, act stupid and jump in the damn pool (Huh)
[P. Did] Bone bitches and me and they man's cool
[Busta Rhymes]
Should be sayin, is what you thinked up? nigga
With me and Diddy together you bankrupted (Come On)
[P. Diddy]
Fly niggas we full of finesse y'all (Yeah!)
[Busta Rhymes]
Me and my nigga is fittin to bless y'all (Come On)
Don't talk about it, be about it
(SHUT UP!!!) Live niggas come to be around it
(WADDUP, COME ON!!) Rep to the fullest now (Huh)
These niggas ain't knowin how we gone put it down (Come On)
Cocked aim to shoot
[P. Did] To spray it down
[Rhymes] Steam rollin you niggas
[P. Did] And lay it down
[Rhymes] Niggas frontin with they thug image
[P. Did] And we pay them no mind
[Rhymes] I don't drink until the bottle finish, talk to me
[Chorus: Pharell + (Busta Rhymes)]
I said Busta (What's up son?)
Leave them girl rollin....And it look like (Come On)
They asses is swollen (And they ass gettin big now)
But if your man baby sittin, then what you gon' say
(What we gon' tell 'em man?)
We gon' tell that nigga (Pass the Courvoisier)
We gon' tell that brotha (Pass the Courvoisier)
Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier}
Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier}
Waah oooooooooooo oh!!
[Bridge]
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
[Chorus: Pharell + (Busta Rhymes)]
I said Busta (What's up son?)
Leave them girl rollin....And it look like (Come On)
They asses is swollen (And they ass gettin big now)
But if your man baby sittin, then what you gon' say
(What we gon' tell 'em man?)
We gon' tell that nigga (Pass the Courvoisier)
We gon' tell that brotha (Pass the Courvoisier)
Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier}
Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier}
Waah oooooooooooo oh!!
Shorty (Put It On The Floor) Lyrics – Busta Rhymes (feat. Nick Cannon, Chingy, Fat Joe)
[Intro]
New York, Put it on the flo’.
New York, Put it on the flo’. (What!) (C’mon)
Cali, Put it on the flo’.
Cali, Put it on the flo’.
Miami, Put it on the flo’.
Miami, Put it on the flo’.
Atlanta, Put it on the flo’.
Atlanta, Put it on the flo’.
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
One time, the women start sniffin around, when we be rippin’ it down, we got ‘em stickin’ around.
The way they love to feel like I’m the king of the town.
The way my money stack steep and got ‘em flippin’ around.
And got ‘em makin’ a sound.
Ayo, you looking delicious. Baby girl, I only use my dough for coochie or chicken.
Listen, cooked food. Shorty fatten my tummy. You can go in and have my slice, don’t touch my money.
Even though you looking good and it was nice to meet ya, you be lucky if you even get a slice of pizza from me.
Before you ever try to touch my money clip, I’ll put you on the corner walking up and down the money strip.
Now looka here, honey dip betta find another dummy quick. Homie tryna stunt, betta jump inside a money whip.
I see where you can get and keep it over there, you betta try your luck cause you ain’t getting nothing over here.
[Chorus: ]
I think you need to move it to the left (Shorty)
Move it to the left (Shorty)
If you ain’t got your own paper, I don’t suggest you hold your breath (Shorty)
Keep it right (Shorty)
You betta keep it tight (Shorty)
You betta bring money out ya crib, cause you ain’t getting none of mine, tonight (Shorty)
[Verse 2: Chingy]
Ma, let me see you twist it like a centipede.
I keep a sack of that, plus some Hennessey.
Since I got rich, I keep a lot of enemies.
But trick when it’s like that, it’s cause I been a G.
Look at the way women tend to grin at me.
I like the way she shake it with a lot of energy.
Magnums, alcoholic freaks the remedy.
I’m the young Donald Trump, is y’all hearing me?
Girls on the side line, yeah they cheerin’ me.
Ask her, can she drive a stick, now she steerin me.
Man, I’m sick. Know it ain’t no curin’ me.
C to the H to the I-N-G. Y
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
I think you need to move it to the left (Shorty)
Move it to the left (Shorty)
If you ain’t got your own paper, I don’t suggest you hold your breath (Shorty)
Keep it right (Shorty)
You betta keep it tight (Shorty)
You betta bring money out ya crib, cause you ain’t getting none of mine, tonight (Shorty)
[Verse 3: Fat Joe]
Put that ass up on the flo’, make it clap when you see cats pass for the door.
I ain’t tryna act gassed at all, chicks attack like he’s Joe Crack the boss.
Played it back, cause I be so paranoid.
I got a wife, but baby please don’t back it off.
She understood that, said, “What’s good, Crack?”
Got me screaming with a hood, with a hood rat.
Mami, I ain’t got a pot to piss in
But the rocks got a gleam, so hard to miss ‘em.
So I, cut the chase, took her out the place.
Put her in a bed, put a smile on her face.
She don’t know Joe Crack, the Daun
Never spend no type of real cheese on a broad.
All I keep is a 100 G’s, limit credit card.
Could you believe, we could spend it all.
New York, Put it on the flo’.
New York, Put it on the flo.’
Jersey, Put it on the flo’.
Jersey, Put it on the flo’.
V.A. Put it on the flo’.
V.A. Put it on the flo’.
Chi-town, Put it on the flo’.
Chi-town, Put it on the flo’.
[Verse 4: Nick Cannon]
Shorty, you gon’ work for this little bit of change.
Side order of pimpin’, little bit of game.
What ya know, gon’ hurt, just a little bit of pain.
When I rip your skirt, from your little bity frame.
Whole lot drinkin’, whole lot of cash.
Dirty ol’ Nick with a whole lot of **
Fly Guy, Antonio Vaugus.
Porshe’s we ain’t even parkin.
Valet, alligator air forces.
Waves in my head have them chicks getting nauseas.
Let ‘em cause the fame, my dough, your world.
So shake it like a n-n-n-nasty girl.
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
I think you need to move it to the left (Shorty)
Move it to the left (Shorty)
If you ain’t got your own paper, I don’t suggest you hold your breath (Shorty)
Keep it right (Shorty)
You betta keep it tight (Shorty)
You betta bring money out ya crib, cause you ain’t getting none of mine, tonight (Shorty)[2x]
BK, Put it on the flo’.
BK, Put it on the flo’.
BX, Put it on the flo’.
BX, Put it on the flo’.
St. Louis, Put it on the flo’.
St. Louis, Put it on the flo’.
Philly, Put it on the flo’.
Philly, Put it on the flo’.
New York, Put it on the flo’.
New York, Put it on the flo’. (What!) (C’mon)
Cali, Put it on the flo’.
Cali, Put it on the flo’.
Miami, Put it on the flo’.
Miami, Put it on the flo’.
Atlanta, Put it on the flo’.
Atlanta, Put it on the flo’.
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
One time, the women start sniffin around, when we be rippin’ it down, we got ‘em stickin’ around.
The way they love to feel like I’m the king of the town.
The way my money stack steep and got ‘em flippin’ around.
And got ‘em makin’ a sound.
Ayo, you looking delicious. Baby girl, I only use my dough for coochie or chicken.
Listen, cooked food. Shorty fatten my tummy. You can go in and have my slice, don’t touch my money.
Even though you looking good and it was nice to meet ya, you be lucky if you even get a slice of pizza from me.
Before you ever try to touch my money clip, I’ll put you on the corner walking up and down the money strip.
Now looka here, honey dip betta find another dummy quick. Homie tryna stunt, betta jump inside a money whip.
I see where you can get and keep it over there, you betta try your luck cause you ain’t getting nothing over here.
[Chorus: ]
I think you need to move it to the left (Shorty)
Move it to the left (Shorty)
If you ain’t got your own paper, I don’t suggest you hold your breath (Shorty)
Keep it right (Shorty)
You betta keep it tight (Shorty)
You betta bring money out ya crib, cause you ain’t getting none of mine, tonight (Shorty)
[Verse 2: Chingy]
Ma, let me see you twist it like a centipede.
I keep a sack of that, plus some Hennessey.
Since I got rich, I keep a lot of enemies.
But trick when it’s like that, it’s cause I been a G.
Look at the way women tend to grin at me.
I like the way she shake it with a lot of energy.
Magnums, alcoholic freaks the remedy.
I’m the young Donald Trump, is y’all hearing me?
Girls on the side line, yeah they cheerin’ me.
Ask her, can she drive a stick, now she steerin me.
Man, I’m sick. Know it ain’t no curin’ me.
C to the H to the I-N-G. Y
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
I think you need to move it to the left (Shorty)
Move it to the left (Shorty)
If you ain’t got your own paper, I don’t suggest you hold your breath (Shorty)
Keep it right (Shorty)
You betta keep it tight (Shorty)
You betta bring money out ya crib, cause you ain’t getting none of mine, tonight (Shorty)
[Verse 3: Fat Joe]
Put that ass up on the flo’, make it clap when you see cats pass for the door.
I ain’t tryna act gassed at all, chicks attack like he’s Joe Crack the boss.
Played it back, cause I be so paranoid.
I got a wife, but baby please don’t back it off.
She understood that, said, “What’s good, Crack?”
Got me screaming with a hood, with a hood rat.
Mami, I ain’t got a pot to piss in
But the rocks got a gleam, so hard to miss ‘em.
So I, cut the chase, took her out the place.
Put her in a bed, put a smile on her face.
She don’t know Joe Crack, the Daun
Never spend no type of real cheese on a broad.
All I keep is a 100 G’s, limit credit card.
Could you believe, we could spend it all.
New York, Put it on the flo’.
New York, Put it on the flo.’
Jersey, Put it on the flo’.
Jersey, Put it on the flo’.
V.A. Put it on the flo’.
V.A. Put it on the flo’.
Chi-town, Put it on the flo’.
Chi-town, Put it on the flo’.
[Verse 4: Nick Cannon]
Shorty, you gon’ work for this little bit of change.
Side order of pimpin’, little bit of game.
What ya know, gon’ hurt, just a little bit of pain.
When I rip your skirt, from your little bity frame.
Whole lot drinkin’, whole lot of cash.
Dirty ol’ Nick with a whole lot of **
Fly Guy, Antonio Vaugus.
Porshe’s we ain’t even parkin.
Valet, alligator air forces.
Waves in my head have them chicks getting nauseas.
Let ‘em cause the fame, my dough, your world.
So shake it like a n-n-n-nasty girl.
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
I think you need to move it to the left (Shorty)
Move it to the left (Shorty)
If you ain’t got your own paper, I don’t suggest you hold your breath (Shorty)
Keep it right (Shorty)
You betta keep it tight (Shorty)
You betta bring money out ya crib, cause you ain’t getting none of mine, tonight (Shorty)[2x]
BK, Put it on the flo’.
BK, Put it on the flo’.
BX, Put it on the flo’.
BX, Put it on the flo’.
St. Louis, Put it on the flo’.
St. Louis, Put it on the flo’.
Philly, Put it on the flo’.
Philly, Put it on the flo’.
Stop The Party (Remix) Lyrics – Busta Rhymes (feat. Cam'Ron, DMX, Ghostface, Swizz Beatz, T.I.)
[Intro]
I-I-IAM IRONMAN!!!!!
[Busta Rhymes]
REMIX!!!! REMIX!!!! REMIX!!!!
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz (Busta Rhymes)]
I SAID WAIT!!!!!!!!! STOP THE PARTY!!!!!!!
(WHAT WE WAITIN FOR SWIZZ!!! THE STREETS WANT IT NIGGA!!!)
I DON'T WANNA HURT NOBODY BUT!!!!!!!!
OH!!!! YEAH!!!! OH!!! (REMIX!!!)
GET 'EM UP!!! GET GET 'EM UP!!! OH!!! (REMIX!!!)
GET 'EM UP!!! GET GET 'EM UP!!! YEAH!!!
GET 'EM UP!!! GET GET 'EM UP!!! OH!!!
GET 'EM UP!!! GET GET 'EM UP!!!
I SAID WAIT!!!!!!!!! STOP THE PARTY!!!!!!!
(I DON'T EVEN GOTTA CHANGE MY VERSE FOR THIS SHIT!!!!)
I DON'T WANNA HURT NOBODY BUT!!!!!!!!
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
SHIT!!!!! That's what it's comin TO
Tell me how you wan't it BOO
Fuck a line nigga see me skippin right in front of YOU
Check! Trust me you don't really want it DUKE
Open club security and pull my niggas off of YOU
Why try stop it see we primetime comin THROUGH
Shut it down disrespectful bitch that's what we love to DO
Check the method how I shread it there ain't nothin NEW
Actin like the club THREW
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz (Busta Rhymes)]
[Overlapping in the background "Run's House by Run-DMC]
{"Reporters cry, producers die"}
I SAID WAIT!!!!!!!!! STOP THE PARTY!!!!!!! (T.I. WHERE YOU AT!!!)
I DON'T WANNA HURT NOBODY BUT!!!!!!!!
{"They wanna be DOWN WITH THE KIIIIIIIIIIING!!!!"}
[Verse 2: T.I.]
We pull up to the club, park, hoppin out, bouncin
Walkin in the door, the DJ just made an announcement
The King in the building, women screamin, shoutin
Remy bottles in the hand, standin on the couches
Me, I don't smoke, but my niggas blowin ounces
It's hot in here, she sweatin, see her nipples through her blouse and..
How can (what?!) -- I not be the hottest shit?
I'm killin parties, body shit, ey wait a minute, stop it, Swizz
[Interlude: Swizz Beatz (Busta Rhymes) {Cam'Ron}]
I SAID WAIT!!!!!
["The Good, The Bad, The Ugly" theme song plays]
(Aw shucks man!!!! When the last time you heard somebody say aw shucks man!!!)
(Oh God what we 'bout to do here?!) {KILLA!!!!} (Where you at playboy?)
I SAID WAIT!!!!!!!!! STOP THE PARTY!!!!!!!
I DON'T WANNA HURT NOBODY BUT!!!!!!!!
[Verse 3: Cam'Ron]
Uh, I'm a cyclone bull, dry-stoned y'all
Wanna face time, nigga I fold four (four)
Be patient, more beef waitin
King James the game, #1 free agent
I been winnin, you been losin
DipSet back, got the U-N movin
Movin chips, Frito-Lay
You folks, yessir, I'm the east coast Dre
[Interlude: Swizz Beatz (Busta Rhymes)]
[Overlapping in the background theme song for Ironman]
I SAID WAIT!!!!! (AIYYO GHOST WHERE YOU AT NIGGA!!!!)
I SAID WAIT!!!!!!!!! STOP THE PARTY!!!!!!!
I DON'T WANNA HURT NOBODY BUT!!!!!!!!
[Verse 4: Ghostface]
YO! I know a couple of real killers that's Catholic
White boys that speed blacks cleanin they ratchets
In the bloodline it's Irish, I'm the only Muslim in the pool
They know I put that work in like a pirate
Jails you slap the ox in the green jello
Carvin your face is like the sound of a sweet demo
Swiss knives and timid they roscoe
Blood drippin over my crisp Nike's
The streets the teks spit like tobasco
Never sip the blue shit or pink Rose'
That's more for like pretty women, you so lame
So if you wanna get physical
Staten Island goons is in the cut
Tony Starks play the front like my genitials
[Interlude: Swizz Beatz (Busta Rhymes) {DMX}]
I SAID WAIT!!!!!
["20th Century Fox" theme music plays]
(And y'all thought I was makin a movie already huh?)
(WELCOME HOME DOG!!!!!!! Aw shucks man!!!!!)
I SAID WAIT!!!!!!!!! STOP THE PARTY!!!!!!!
{GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!}
{WOO!!!!!!!!} I DON'T WANNA HURT NOBODY BUT!!!!!!!! {ARF!!! ARF!!!!}
[Verse 5: DMX]
I went away for a minute, it's like I'm back from the dead (YEA!)
Relapse on you niggas, and crack some heads (AIGHT!)
Lemme see - my plate's empty, yours is full
You suck, real talk, C'MON with the bull!
Guns clap like applause (YEA!!), tap tap on the doors (YEA!!)
You gon' be like, "What's that??!," all you gon' hear is BAP!! thru the walls (YEA!!)
I rep for the town that say, FUCK PATAKI!!!! (AIGHT!!!!!)
Niggas from Clinton cop stop, and cack saki
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
I SAID WAIT!!!!!!!!! STOP THE PARTY!!!!!!!
I DON'T WANNA HURT NOBODY BUT!!!!!!!!
OH!!! YEAH!!! OH!!! YEAH!!!
WHO HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE'S A RAT!!!!!!!!!!
TO THE HOOD HE COULD NEVER COME BACK RIGHT!!!!!!!!
OH!!! YEAH!!! OH!!!
GET 'EM UP!!! GET GET 'EM UP!!! OH!!!
GET 'EM UP!!! GET GET 'EM UP!!! YEAH!!!
GET 'EM UP!!! GET GET 'EM UP!!! OH!!!
GET 'EM UP!!! GET GET 'EM UP!!! YEAH!!!!
[Outro: Swizz Beatz]
HUH! YEAH!!!!!!!!
I-I-IAM IRONMAN!!!!!
[Busta Rhymes]
REMIX!!!! REMIX!!!! REMIX!!!!
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz (Busta Rhymes)]
I SAID WAIT!!!!!!!!! STOP THE PARTY!!!!!!!
(WHAT WE WAITIN FOR SWIZZ!!! THE STREETS WANT IT NIGGA!!!)
I DON'T WANNA HURT NOBODY BUT!!!!!!!!
OH!!!! YEAH!!!! OH!!! (REMIX!!!)
GET 'EM UP!!! GET GET 'EM UP!!! OH!!! (REMIX!!!)
GET 'EM UP!!! GET GET 'EM UP!!! YEAH!!!
GET 'EM UP!!! GET GET 'EM UP!!! OH!!!
GET 'EM UP!!! GET GET 'EM UP!!!
I SAID WAIT!!!!!!!!! STOP THE PARTY!!!!!!!
(I DON'T EVEN GOTTA CHANGE MY VERSE FOR THIS SHIT!!!!)
I DON'T WANNA HURT NOBODY BUT!!!!!!!!
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
SHIT!!!!! That's what it's comin TO
Tell me how you wan't it BOO
Fuck a line nigga see me skippin right in front of YOU
Check! Trust me you don't really want it DUKE
Open club security and pull my niggas off of YOU
Why try stop it see we primetime comin THROUGH
Shut it down disrespectful bitch that's what we love to DO
Check the method how I shread it there ain't nothin NEW
Actin like the club THREW
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz (Busta Rhymes)]
[Overlapping in the background "Run's House by Run-DMC]
{"Reporters cry, producers die"}
I SAID WAIT!!!!!!!!! STOP THE PARTY!!!!!!! (T.I. WHERE YOU AT!!!)
I DON'T WANNA HURT NOBODY BUT!!!!!!!!
{"They wanna be DOWN WITH THE KIIIIIIIIIIING!!!!"}
[Verse 2: T.I.]
We pull up to the club, park, hoppin out, bouncin
Walkin in the door, the DJ just made an announcement
The King in the building, women screamin, shoutin
Remy bottles in the hand, standin on the couches
Me, I don't smoke, but my niggas blowin ounces
It's hot in here, she sweatin, see her nipples through her blouse and..
How can (what?!) -- I not be the hottest shit?
I'm killin parties, body shit, ey wait a minute, stop it, Swizz
[Interlude: Swizz Beatz (Busta Rhymes) {Cam'Ron}]
I SAID WAIT!!!!!
["The Good, The Bad, The Ugly" theme song plays]
(Aw shucks man!!!! When the last time you heard somebody say aw shucks man!!!)
(Oh God what we 'bout to do here?!) {KILLA!!!!} (Where you at playboy?)
I SAID WAIT!!!!!!!!! STOP THE PARTY!!!!!!!
I DON'T WANNA HURT NOBODY BUT!!!!!!!!
[Verse 3: Cam'Ron]
Uh, I'm a cyclone bull, dry-stoned y'all
Wanna face time, nigga I fold four (four)
Be patient, more beef waitin
King James the game, #1 free agent
I been winnin, you been losin
DipSet back, got the U-N movin
Movin chips, Frito-Lay
You folks, yessir, I'm the east coast Dre
[Interlude: Swizz Beatz (Busta Rhymes)]
[Overlapping in the background theme song for Ironman]
I SAID WAIT!!!!! (AIYYO GHOST WHERE YOU AT NIGGA!!!!)
I SAID WAIT!!!!!!!!! STOP THE PARTY!!!!!!!
I DON'T WANNA HURT NOBODY BUT!!!!!!!!
[Verse 4: Ghostface]
YO! I know a couple of real killers that's Catholic
White boys that speed blacks cleanin they ratchets
In the bloodline it's Irish, I'm the only Muslim in the pool
They know I put that work in like a pirate
Jails you slap the ox in the green jello
Carvin your face is like the sound of a sweet demo
Swiss knives and timid they roscoe
Blood drippin over my crisp Nike's
The streets the teks spit like tobasco
Never sip the blue shit or pink Rose'
That's more for like pretty women, you so lame
So if you wanna get physical
Staten Island goons is in the cut
Tony Starks play the front like my genitials
[Interlude: Swizz Beatz (Busta Rhymes) {DMX}]
I SAID WAIT!!!!!
["20th Century Fox" theme music plays]
(And y'all thought I was makin a movie already huh?)
(WELCOME HOME DOG!!!!!!! Aw shucks man!!!!!)
I SAID WAIT!!!!!!!!! STOP THE PARTY!!!!!!!
{GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!}
{WOO!!!!!!!!} I DON'T WANNA HURT NOBODY BUT!!!!!!!! {ARF!!! ARF!!!!}
[Verse 5: DMX]
I went away for a minute, it's like I'm back from the dead (YEA!)
Relapse on you niggas, and crack some heads (AIGHT!)
Lemme see - my plate's empty, yours is full
You suck, real talk, C'MON with the bull!
Guns clap like applause (YEA!!), tap tap on the doors (YEA!!)
You gon' be like, "What's that??!," all you gon' hear is BAP!! thru the walls (YEA!!)
I rep for the town that say, FUCK PATAKI!!!! (AIGHT!!!!!)
Niggas from Clinton cop stop, and cack saki
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
I SAID WAIT!!!!!!!!! STOP THE PARTY!!!!!!!
I DON'T WANNA HURT NOBODY BUT!!!!!!!!
OH!!! YEAH!!! OH!!! YEAH!!!
WHO HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE'S A RAT!!!!!!!!!!
TO THE HOOD HE COULD NEVER COME BACK RIGHT!!!!!!!!
OH!!! YEAH!!! OH!!!
GET 'EM UP!!! GET GET 'EM UP!!! OH!!!
GET 'EM UP!!! GET GET 'EM UP!!! YEAH!!!
GET 'EM UP!!! GET GET 'EM UP!!! OH!!!
GET 'EM UP!!! GET GET 'EM UP!!! YEAH!!!!
[Outro: Swizz Beatz]
HUH! YEAH!!!!!!!!
Throw It Up Lyrics – Busta Rhymes (feat. Lil Wayne, Ludacris)
[Busta Rhymes]
Yea I'm back to drive you crazy with that hottest shit in the streets
No if's, and's, or maybe's
Errbody gather around from here to little Haiti
Cuz it's Busta..(Luda)..and (Young Weezy Baby)
With Flip Mode and DTP, shit be gettin' ugly
Weezy tell 'em what you rep..(I represent Young Money)
Yea I know you got me homie..(Busta, Bust I got you)
Real Talk
(I'm goin' in)
Get 'em killaaa
[Lil Wayne]
I'm about to blast off call it rocket science
Daddy fat stacks check my pocket science
And if ya wanna try it, c'mon and try it
You don't want beef, I'll put you on a diet
I'm comin' through ya house with them choppas firin'
And all adults die, leave the toddlers cryin'
I've been a soldier, never met private ryan
Hey welcome to the jungle, and I'm the lion
I'm dippin' in my coupe, with the top behind me
I'm not the president, but I see cops behind me
Well f**k 'em, f**k 'em, f**k 'em, and they can not stop me
So I will be drivin' like Ricky Bobby
It's my prerogative like Whitney's Bobby
I'm skatin' on blades like Sidney Crosby (That's hockey)
Sharper than a ginsu shawty
You not Beyonce, but I can get you body
[Chorus]
Now you know what we about to do, we goin' full throttle
Niggas go and toss ya champagne, and throw a f**kin' bottle
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)
(I got 'em..Ludaa)
[Ludacris]
I throw it up like a cap and tassel
I got my rap diploma
I throw it up like the gangs in Southern California
I Got them burners on ya, have you lookin' at a Russian Ruger
Have you lookin' like a human torch
Then have you lookin' like Freddy Krueger
So don't be sleepin' on me, this aint a f**kin' dream
I pass the rock to these jays like I'm on they f**kin' team
But I aint slangin' dope, I slang Luda-vision
Hip-Hop's God in these jeans, now that's true religion
You couldn't fill my shoes, You couldn't fill my jockey
My niggas fight over ice like we been playin' hockey
I hope you get the goal, I hope you get the point
I'm on a roll with this paper, I hope you get the joint
I hope you fire it up, I hope it burn slow
I welcome chicks to my nest, I let these birds know
And eagles fly alone, so I'm about to take flight
And throw it up like ya girl's dress on prom night
[Chorus]
Now you know what we about to do, we goin' full throttle
Niggas go and toss ya champagne, and throw a f**kin' bottle
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)
[Busta Rhymes]
When I spit, niggas be askin' "Who dat"
It be the god
And I know you niggas really wanna know how the hell I "Do dat"
And the way that I come through
And kill every single thing when I rhyme
Nevermind, niggas can't compete when I spit a little beat same time
(Bring the beat back)
My fans will leave ya f**kin' ass leakin'
For sayin' you nicer than me, hypothetically speakin'
Cool and Dre bring the f**kin' beat back for no reason
(Rewind It)
Niggas know my rap and know me for always beastin', Ok
When they see me they stutta, niggas know where I'm from
Scoon nu nu nu ba ba be, like the speakin' in tongues
I single handedly move like a thousand niggas kick on
Trample niggas like a heard of hippo's (Nigga)
When I get hot I pop like oil, that's when they call me crisco (Bitch)
That's when I seek revenge like the Count of Monte Cristo
Crack niggas like Nabisco, swallow a fifth for 'Sisco
A gangsta cat markin territory wherever the piss go
Now that I'm pissy drunk, why the hell you wanna thug and holla
I'll change that and have you consider studyin' Kabbalah (Shit)
They nicknamed me Kamala (Hey), kinda like the Ugandan giant
Flatten niggas with my foot, who wanna try it
[Chorus]
Now you know what we about to do, we goin' full throttle
Niggas go and toss ya champagne, and throw a f**kin' bottle
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)
When the game was gettin' weak, and everybody started winin'
And when the streets needed us, we came with perfect timin'
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Yea I'm back to drive you crazy with that hottest shit in the streets
No if's, and's, or maybe's
Errbody gather around from here to little Haiti
Cuz it's Busta..(Luda)..and (Young Weezy Baby)
With Flip Mode and DTP, shit be gettin' ugly
Weezy tell 'em what you rep..(I represent Young Money)
Yea I know you got me homie..(Busta, Bust I got you)
Real Talk
(I'm goin' in)
Get 'em killaaa
[Lil Wayne]
I'm about to blast off call it rocket science
Daddy fat stacks check my pocket science
And if ya wanna try it, c'mon and try it
You don't want beef, I'll put you on a diet
I'm comin' through ya house with them choppas firin'
And all adults die, leave the toddlers cryin'
I've been a soldier, never met private ryan
Hey welcome to the jungle, and I'm the lion
I'm dippin' in my coupe, with the top behind me
I'm not the president, but I see cops behind me
Well f**k 'em, f**k 'em, f**k 'em, and they can not stop me
So I will be drivin' like Ricky Bobby
It's my prerogative like Whitney's Bobby
I'm skatin' on blades like Sidney Crosby (That's hockey)
Sharper than a ginsu shawty
You not Beyonce, but I can get you body
[Chorus]
Now you know what we about to do, we goin' full throttle
Niggas go and toss ya champagne, and throw a f**kin' bottle
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)
(I got 'em..Ludaa)
[Ludacris]
I throw it up like a cap and tassel
I got my rap diploma
I throw it up like the gangs in Southern California
I Got them burners on ya, have you lookin' at a Russian Ruger
Have you lookin' like a human torch
Then have you lookin' like Freddy Krueger
So don't be sleepin' on me, this aint a f**kin' dream
I pass the rock to these jays like I'm on they f**kin' team
But I aint slangin' dope, I slang Luda-vision
Hip-Hop's God in these jeans, now that's true religion
You couldn't fill my shoes, You couldn't fill my jockey
My niggas fight over ice like we been playin' hockey
I hope you get the goal, I hope you get the point
I'm on a roll with this paper, I hope you get the joint
I hope you fire it up, I hope it burn slow
I welcome chicks to my nest, I let these birds know
And eagles fly alone, so I'm about to take flight
And throw it up like ya girl's dress on prom night
[Chorus]
Now you know what we about to do, we goin' full throttle
Niggas go and toss ya champagne, and throw a f**kin' bottle
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)
[Busta Rhymes]
When I spit, niggas be askin' "Who dat"
It be the god
And I know you niggas really wanna know how the hell I "Do dat"
And the way that I come through
And kill every single thing when I rhyme
Nevermind, niggas can't compete when I spit a little beat same time
(Bring the beat back)
My fans will leave ya f**kin' ass leakin'
For sayin' you nicer than me, hypothetically speakin'
Cool and Dre bring the f**kin' beat back for no reason
(Rewind It)
Niggas know my rap and know me for always beastin', Ok
When they see me they stutta, niggas know where I'm from
Scoon nu nu nu ba ba be, like the speakin' in tongues
I single handedly move like a thousand niggas kick on
Trample niggas like a heard of hippo's (Nigga)
When I get hot I pop like oil, that's when they call me crisco (Bitch)
That's when I seek revenge like the Count of Monte Cristo
Crack niggas like Nabisco, swallow a fifth for 'Sisco
A gangsta cat markin territory wherever the piss go
Now that I'm pissy drunk, why the hell you wanna thug and holla
I'll change that and have you consider studyin' Kabbalah (Shit)
They nicknamed me Kamala (Hey), kinda like the Ugandan giant
Flatten niggas with my foot, who wanna try it
[Chorus]
Now you know what we about to do, we goin' full throttle
Niggas go and toss ya champagne, and throw a f**kin' bottle
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)
When the game was gettin' weak, and everybody started winin'
And when the streets needed us, we came with perfect timin'
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Touch It (Remix 1) Lyrics – Busta Rhymes (feat. DMX)
[Intro]
"Buy it - use it - break it - fix it -
crush it - change it - melt - upgrade it
[Intro continues in slower pitch]
[Busta Rhymes]
Aiyyo, what you think the building is gon' feel like
once the dog and Busta Rhymes come through this
motherfucker?
Oh man, not again
OOOOOWWWWWW
[Chorus]
"Touch it - bring it - pay it - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 4x]
[DMX] WHAT, remix
[Busta] We 'bout to do it again
[DMX] WHAT, remix
[Busta] We 'bout to do it again
[DMX] WHAT, remix
[Busta] We bout to do it again
[DMX] WHAT
[Busta Rhymes]
Aiyyo dog, lets take it to another level
Get low Bus
You see them back with the smash
I told you niggaz I'm comin and bustin yo ass
Alot of niggaz is hype, but you know they hardly be trash
See I don't read through them niggaz, bout to step on the gas (TURN IT UP)
EVERYBODY WANNA KNOCK IT, SEE THIS SHIT OFF THE HOOK
GOT THE DOG WIT ME LIKE WE BOUT TO DO IT TO JOOKS
EAT A NIGGA FOOD, CALL ME BLACK CAESAR THE CROOK
AND WHILE I'M BACK BRINGIN THE PRESSURE
YOU NIGGAZ IS SHOOK
Get low Bus, aye nigga, gimme a second
See you ain't in my lane homie, just for the record
Everytime you see me, you need to, you better respect it
Cause when I bring it, you I'm only comin to bust it (TURN IT UP)
BUSTA BUS, SWIZZ AND X, YOU CAN'T HANDLE US NOW
SEE I'M THE THRONE HOLDER BITCH, THE SHIT'S UNANIMOUS NOW
WHO THE FUCK WANNA TRY TO COME BANG WIT US NOW
NONE OF YALL, THAT'S WHY OUR BITCH WANNA HANG WIT US NOW
I LET 'EM
[Chorus]
[DMX]
Grrrrrrrrr
[Busta Rhymes]
Get low X
[DMX]
Anything it's took, it's gon be a breakdown
Come through like "hmmm, what I'm gon take now?"
Whatever the fuck I want, trust me dog
It gets ugly even when it comes to the hunt (TURN IT UP)
NIGGAZ LIKE TO STUNT, YOU WANNA TO FRONT
I'MA HIT YOU AND YOUR MAN
AND IMA HIT YOU WHERE YOU STAND (WHAT)
NIGGAZ AIN'T BUILT FOR NOTHIN BUT FRONTIN
COME THROUGH, FAGGOTS HIT THE SECURITY FRONTIN (Keep goin X)
Get that do, What that do? How that do?
Fuck you faggot, I shot at you
And what? You and you mans butt, you in your man's truck
But your chance is up, not get up {TURN IT UP}
YOU KNOW HOW THAT SHIT GOES, LET THAT SHIT GO
AIN'T NOTHIN CHANGE, BEEN THE SAME FROM THE GETGO (WHAT)
GET UP OUT THAT WHIP YO, I AIN'T GON' TELL YOU AGAIN
FUCK IT, SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND
[Chorus]
[Busta Rhymes]
Get low X
[DMX]
Swizz is the monster, X is the beast
Fuckin wit Bus, man everyday is a piece
Stay off the streets, tired of talkin to y'all niggaz
I'ma stick a fork at y'all niggaz (TURN IT UP)
WHEN I HIT 'EM, MAN THAT CRUNK GON GET 'EM MAN
FUCKED UP HOW I DID 'EM MAN (WHAT)
AIN'T NO REMORSE BUT THE CHORUS, TRUTH IS
CAN'T I.D. THE BODY, NIGGA TOOTHLESS
[Busta Rhymes]
Get low Bus, just like peas and rice
The way I cook, niggaz gotta have a Jesus Christ
What the fuck you niggaz wanna do? Please, I'm nice
I'm only gonna say it once, I'm ain't sayin it twice (TURN IT UP)
YO I SWEAR TO GOD, YOU DON'T WANT
NO PROBLEM WHEN I PACK OUT THE FULL CLIP
BUS RHYMES, BACK ON THE BULLSHIT
FUCK YOU WANNA COME AROUND, YOU AND YOUR CREW SPIT
I'M HEAR TO FIX THE GAME AND I'M BACK WIT THE TOOLKIT, YOU CAN
[Chorus]
[Drum plays in the beat]
[Chorus 'til fade]
"Buy it - use it - break it - fix it -
crush it - change it - melt - upgrade it
[Intro continues in slower pitch]
[Busta Rhymes]
Aiyyo, what you think the building is gon' feel like
once the dog and Busta Rhymes come through this
motherfucker?
Oh man, not again
OOOOOWWWWWW
[Chorus]
"Touch it - bring it - pay it - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 4x]
[DMX] WHAT, remix
[Busta] We 'bout to do it again
[DMX] WHAT, remix
[Busta] We 'bout to do it again
[DMX] WHAT, remix
[Busta] We bout to do it again
[DMX] WHAT
[Busta Rhymes]
Aiyyo dog, lets take it to another level
Get low Bus
You see them back with the smash
I told you niggaz I'm comin and bustin yo ass
Alot of niggaz is hype, but you know they hardly be trash
See I don't read through them niggaz, bout to step on the gas (TURN IT UP)
EVERYBODY WANNA KNOCK IT, SEE THIS SHIT OFF THE HOOK
GOT THE DOG WIT ME LIKE WE BOUT TO DO IT TO JOOKS
EAT A NIGGA FOOD, CALL ME BLACK CAESAR THE CROOK
AND WHILE I'M BACK BRINGIN THE PRESSURE
YOU NIGGAZ IS SHOOK
Get low Bus, aye nigga, gimme a second
See you ain't in my lane homie, just for the record
Everytime you see me, you need to, you better respect it
Cause when I bring it, you I'm only comin to bust it (TURN IT UP)
BUSTA BUS, SWIZZ AND X, YOU CAN'T HANDLE US NOW
SEE I'M THE THRONE HOLDER BITCH, THE SHIT'S UNANIMOUS NOW
WHO THE FUCK WANNA TRY TO COME BANG WIT US NOW
NONE OF YALL, THAT'S WHY OUR BITCH WANNA HANG WIT US NOW
I LET 'EM
[Chorus]
[DMX]
Grrrrrrrrr
[Busta Rhymes]
Get low X
[DMX]
Anything it's took, it's gon be a breakdown
Come through like "hmmm, what I'm gon take now?"
Whatever the fuck I want, trust me dog
It gets ugly even when it comes to the hunt (TURN IT UP)
NIGGAZ LIKE TO STUNT, YOU WANNA TO FRONT
I'MA HIT YOU AND YOUR MAN
AND IMA HIT YOU WHERE YOU STAND (WHAT)
NIGGAZ AIN'T BUILT FOR NOTHIN BUT FRONTIN
COME THROUGH, FAGGOTS HIT THE SECURITY FRONTIN (Keep goin X)
Get that do, What that do? How that do?
Fuck you faggot, I shot at you
And what? You and you mans butt, you in your man's truck
But your chance is up, not get up {TURN IT UP}
YOU KNOW HOW THAT SHIT GOES, LET THAT SHIT GO
AIN'T NOTHIN CHANGE, BEEN THE SAME FROM THE GETGO (WHAT)
GET UP OUT THAT WHIP YO, I AIN'T GON' TELL YOU AGAIN
FUCK IT, SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND
[Chorus]
[Busta Rhymes]
Get low X
[DMX]
Swizz is the monster, X is the beast
Fuckin wit Bus, man everyday is a piece
Stay off the streets, tired of talkin to y'all niggaz
I'ma stick a fork at y'all niggaz (TURN IT UP)
WHEN I HIT 'EM, MAN THAT CRUNK GON GET 'EM MAN
FUCKED UP HOW I DID 'EM MAN (WHAT)
AIN'T NO REMORSE BUT THE CHORUS, TRUTH IS
CAN'T I.D. THE BODY, NIGGA TOOTHLESS
[Busta Rhymes]
Get low Bus, just like peas and rice
The way I cook, niggaz gotta have a Jesus Christ
What the fuck you niggaz wanna do? Please, I'm nice
I'm only gonna say it once, I'm ain't sayin it twice (TURN IT UP)
YO I SWEAR TO GOD, YOU DON'T WANT
NO PROBLEM WHEN I PACK OUT THE FULL CLIP
BUS RHYMES, BACK ON THE BULLSHIT
FUCK YOU WANNA COME AROUND, YOU AND YOUR CREW SPIT
I'M HEAR TO FIX THE GAME AND I'M BACK WIT THE TOOLKIT, YOU CAN
[Chorus]
[Drum plays in the beat]
[Chorus 'til fade]
Touch It (Remix 2) Lyrics – Busta Rhymes (feat. Mary J. Blige, Missy Elliott, Rah Digga)
"Touch it- bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 2x]
[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Aiyyo Swizzy I told these niggaz I was comin back to bust they ass!!!
Ok! Remix! Part Two!
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
See now you who the God be, back runnin the city and you know who the squad be
Flipmode bitch look see ain't nothin changed
Now I'm back with the remix with the Queens of the game (TURN IT UP!!)
WHEN YOU SEE ME IN THE SPOT YOU NIGGAS BETTER RESPECT IT
Y'ALL ALREADY KNOW WHERE I REP AIN'T NO REASON TO CHECK IT
AND I KNOW THAT YOU AIN'T FUCKIN WITH ME JUST FOR THE RECORD
SO INSTEAD I'M A LET, MARY J. BLIGE COME AND SET IT
[Verse 2: Mary J. Blige (Busta Rhymes)]
(Now get low Mary!) Maybe you can guess who it is (Uh huh)
Mary J. Blige about to handle my biz (Uh huh)
I'm on my grown woman still I rep for the kids
In every hood, and all my peoples doin a bid (TURN IT UP!!)
NOW YOU KNOW WHO'S REALLY THE QUEEN DELIVER THE MAIL
SEVEN HUNDRED THIRTY THOUSAND FIRST WEEK OF MY SALES
THE HATERS PLOT AND THEY WATCH LOOKIN ALL PALE
WHILE I'M ON A YACHT, OVERSEAS DOIN MY NAILS
(Get low Mary!) Well let me show you how we do (Ha!)
I gotta thank everyone for coppin The Breakthrough (Uh huh)
Bus did take one the remix is take two
You love the way we reinventin how we just stay new (TURN IT UP!!)
HOW WE SELLIN OUT THEB STADIUMS, ARENAS AND ALL (Ha!!!)
ONLY LOUIS AND GUCCI WE DON'T SHOP AT THE MALL (Huh!)
GOT YOU PARTYIN AND DANCIN AND HAVIN A BALL
AND YOUR LOVIN THE WAY WE REPPIN HOW WE DO IT FOR Y'ALL GO 'HEAD AND
[Chorus]
"Touch it- bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 4x]
[Verse 3: Rah Digga (Busta Rhymes) {Rah Digga's adlibs}]
(Get low Digga!) See me rollin up in your hood {Uh huh}
These jokers screa,in damn Rah still be lookin good {Yeah}
They do they little mack he askin me who I tapped
Ain't none of your concern you a G make it hap (TURN IT UP!!)
WHEN I GIVE A NIGGA SOME PLAY HE LOSIN HIS BRAIN (Uh)
ASKIN ME A BUNCH OF QUESTIONS ACTIN LIKE HE MY MAN
WANNA STRESS A BITCH OUT TELLIN ME I DID CHANGE
THEY SAYIN DAMN MY BAD IF YOU FELL FOR THE GAME
(Get low Digga!) Now he sittin there lookin stuck (Ha!)
He thinkin cause he spent a little dough I'm 'gon fuck
If money ain't a thang I'm sayin let a bitch know
Typed to empty a account, how far you willin to go (TURN IT UP!!)
NOW HE HOPIN ON THE JET HE AIN'T WASTIN NO TIME
TOLD ME ALL EXPENSE PAID ANYPLACE I COULD FIND
HIT THE ISLANDS IN THE WINTER TRICKIN ALL ON HIS DIME
AIN'T A SHORTY IN THE WORLD PUSSY BETTER THAN MINE, THEY WANNA
[Chorus]
"Touch it- bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 3x]
[Verse 4: Missy Ellliott (Busta Rhymes) {Missy Elliott's adlibs}]
Bus this is serious man!!!!!!!! (Get low Missy!)
I'm jinglin baby, go 'head mami, don't I look charmin put your lips up on me {Woo!!!}
Kiss it touch it, good, yes I wish you would (TURN IT UP!!)
YOU LIKE TO SEE ME WHEN I DIP BABY DIP (Ha1)
DON'T IT LOOK LIKE I GOT BEYONCE'S HIPS
LOOKIN LIKE I COULD BE NIA LONG
BOY YOU SMOKIN THAT CHEECH AND CHONG
(Get low Missy!) Have you ever seen thickness in a thong {Come on!}
You can hit it like a game of ping pong
If you give me two shots of it strong
Nigga bring it on I might let you take me home (TURN IT UP!!)
NOW BUSTA BUS {BUS!!} MISDEMEANOR IN HERE
THIS YEAR BE CLEAR Y'ALL BE BEWARE
FAKE MC'S Y'ALL CAN'T COME NEAR
I'M TOXIC BABY LIKE I'M BRITNEY SPEARS
[Chorus]
"Touch it- bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 4x]
[Outro: Busta Rhymes]
See I ain't even gotta talk to y'all!!!
I let the Queens of the game get at y'all!!
Se y'all ain't even in my league!!! Flipmode bitch!!!!
[Chorus]
"Touch it- bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 6x]
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 2x]
[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Aiyyo Swizzy I told these niggaz I was comin back to bust they ass!!!
Ok! Remix! Part Two!
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
See now you who the God be, back runnin the city and you know who the squad be
Flipmode bitch look see ain't nothin changed
Now I'm back with the remix with the Queens of the game (TURN IT UP!!)
WHEN YOU SEE ME IN THE SPOT YOU NIGGAS BETTER RESPECT IT
Y'ALL ALREADY KNOW WHERE I REP AIN'T NO REASON TO CHECK IT
AND I KNOW THAT YOU AIN'T FUCKIN WITH ME JUST FOR THE RECORD
SO INSTEAD I'M A LET, MARY J. BLIGE COME AND SET IT
[Verse 2: Mary J. Blige (Busta Rhymes)]
(Now get low Mary!) Maybe you can guess who it is (Uh huh)
Mary J. Blige about to handle my biz (Uh huh)
I'm on my grown woman still I rep for the kids
In every hood, and all my peoples doin a bid (TURN IT UP!!)
NOW YOU KNOW WHO'S REALLY THE QUEEN DELIVER THE MAIL
SEVEN HUNDRED THIRTY THOUSAND FIRST WEEK OF MY SALES
THE HATERS PLOT AND THEY WATCH LOOKIN ALL PALE
WHILE I'M ON A YACHT, OVERSEAS DOIN MY NAILS
(Get low Mary!) Well let me show you how we do (Ha!)
I gotta thank everyone for coppin The Breakthrough (Uh huh)
Bus did take one the remix is take two
You love the way we reinventin how we just stay new (TURN IT UP!!)
HOW WE SELLIN OUT THEB STADIUMS, ARENAS AND ALL (Ha!!!)
ONLY LOUIS AND GUCCI WE DON'T SHOP AT THE MALL (Huh!)
GOT YOU PARTYIN AND DANCIN AND HAVIN A BALL
AND YOUR LOVIN THE WAY WE REPPIN HOW WE DO IT FOR Y'ALL GO 'HEAD AND
[Chorus]
"Touch it- bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 4x]
[Verse 3: Rah Digga (Busta Rhymes) {Rah Digga's adlibs}]
(Get low Digga!) See me rollin up in your hood {Uh huh}
These jokers screa,in damn Rah still be lookin good {Yeah}
They do they little mack he askin me who I tapped
Ain't none of your concern you a G make it hap (TURN IT UP!!)
WHEN I GIVE A NIGGA SOME PLAY HE LOSIN HIS BRAIN (Uh)
ASKIN ME A BUNCH OF QUESTIONS ACTIN LIKE HE MY MAN
WANNA STRESS A BITCH OUT TELLIN ME I DID CHANGE
THEY SAYIN DAMN MY BAD IF YOU FELL FOR THE GAME
(Get low Digga!) Now he sittin there lookin stuck (Ha!)
He thinkin cause he spent a little dough I'm 'gon fuck
If money ain't a thang I'm sayin let a bitch know
Typed to empty a account, how far you willin to go (TURN IT UP!!)
NOW HE HOPIN ON THE JET HE AIN'T WASTIN NO TIME
TOLD ME ALL EXPENSE PAID ANYPLACE I COULD FIND
HIT THE ISLANDS IN THE WINTER TRICKIN ALL ON HIS DIME
AIN'T A SHORTY IN THE WORLD PUSSY BETTER THAN MINE, THEY WANNA
[Chorus]
"Touch it- bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 3x]
[Verse 4: Missy Ellliott (Busta Rhymes) {Missy Elliott's adlibs}]
Bus this is serious man!!!!!!!! (Get low Missy!)
I'm jinglin baby, go 'head mami, don't I look charmin put your lips up on me {Woo!!!}
Kiss it touch it, good, yes I wish you would (TURN IT UP!!)
YOU LIKE TO SEE ME WHEN I DIP BABY DIP (Ha1)
DON'T IT LOOK LIKE I GOT BEYONCE'S HIPS
LOOKIN LIKE I COULD BE NIA LONG
BOY YOU SMOKIN THAT CHEECH AND CHONG
(Get low Missy!) Have you ever seen thickness in a thong {Come on!}
You can hit it like a game of ping pong
If you give me two shots of it strong
Nigga bring it on I might let you take me home (TURN IT UP!!)
NOW BUSTA BUS {BUS!!} MISDEMEANOR IN HERE
THIS YEAR BE CLEAR Y'ALL BE BEWARE
FAKE MC'S Y'ALL CAN'T COME NEAR
I'M TOXIC BABY LIKE I'M BRITNEY SPEARS
[Chorus]
"Touch it- bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 4x]
[Outro: Busta Rhymes]
See I ain't even gotta talk to y'all!!!
I let the Queens of the game get at y'all!!
Se y'all ain't even in my league!!! Flipmode bitch!!!!
[Chorus]
"Touch it- bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 6x]
Touch It (Remix 3) Lyrics – Busta Rhymes (feat. Lloyd Banks, Papoose)
[Intro & Chorus]
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 6x]
[Intro: Busta Rhymes (Lloyd Banks)]
Aiyyo Swizz (It ain't over) we sone created another epidemic for the streets nigga
Just when y'all thought it was safe to poke your head out again, let's go!!!
I know you thought we was finished, Flipmode bitch!!!
(G-Unit!!!) Yeah! Streetsweepers!!!
REMIX PART THREE!!! REMIX PART THREE!!! REMIX PART THREE!!!
Aiyyo just imagine if they cut the lights off in the club
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks (Busta Rhymes)]
(Get low Banks!) Who you know that got a flow this sick
Pump shotty nobody can hold his click
Them hoes eyein they probably on my dick
The chocolate would look good in my all white whip (TURN IT UP!!)
AND YOU KNOW I STAY WITH THE SKITS SO DON'T EVEN TRY
KISS YO' ASS BYE BYE YOU BE ALONE IN THE SKY
AND THE FIRST HUMAN BEING NOW TO LEARN HOW TO FLY
AND I BE LOW IN THE BM ON MY WAY OUT NY
(Get low Banks!) I know it feels like I been gone for a minute
But I'm back chinchilla Ice on with a fitted
Everybody talk money everybody gonna run
with that bowl of bread smaller than the arm of a midget
(TURN IT UP!!) AND YOU KNOW I'M DOIN MY THING IT'S BLUE IN THE RING
IF YOU HAD IT LIKE THIS YOU PROBABLY DO IT THE SAME
BUT YOU WON'T CAUSE YOU BROKE ALL YOU DO IS COMPLAIN
AFTER THE CLUB, I'M A PUT A FEW IN THE RANGE AND LET 'EM
[Chorus]
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 4x]
[Verse 2: Papoose (Busta Rhymes)]
(Get low Papoose!) Papoose, Pa-poose, had to get on this club banger
Smack you in your mouth make you swallow your pulp razor
Pop a couple bottles laugh about it with Bus later
Bare witness I'm the young savior (TURN IT UP!!)
I GOT STATEN ISLAND ON MY PINKY QUEENS ON MY THUMB DUDE
THE BRONX ON MY MIDDLE FINGER SCREAMIN FUCK YOU
ROCK ICE IN MANHATTAN SO THERE'S THE RING FINGER
YOU KNOW I HAD TO KEEP BROOKLYN ON THE TRIGGER FINGER
(Get low Pap!) Five boroughs of death, you don't understand
I got New York City in the palm of my hand
Now I could make a tight fist and let it crumble ridiculous
Or I could smack the world with a New York Nemesis (TURN IT UP!!)
I FLIP THE MAG AND GET THE CLAPPIN IF IT HAPPENS RIP HIS JACKET
SPLIT HIS BACK AND LIFT HIS HEAD I'M GETTIN AT HIM (Ha!!)
PICK UP A DIFFERENT MAG AND THEN ATTACK HIM WHEN I GRAB HIM SHIT IS BLASTIN
WITH A PASSION GET IT CRACKIN THE ASSASSIN, YOU LET 'EM
[Chorus]
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 4x]
[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
(Get low Bus!) You see me you love me the streets declare me God of the hood
You niggaz is watchin and wishin you could
Be claimin the throne the way I got it lock it mu'fuckers
What's good you tryin to stop it I'm wishin you would (TURN IT UP!!)
CAUSE THEM I'M GLAD TO HIT YOU WITH THE FACT THAT THE GOD IS IMMORTAL AS SPIT
THE WAY I BE DOIN HISTORICAL SHIT
INCASE YOU AND YOUR NIGGAS ACT LIKE YOU AINT KNOW WHEN I'M INFORMIN YOUR CLICK
I TAKE YOUR BITCH WHILE I'M PERFOMIN MY SHIT
(Get low Bus!) As I was sayin niggaz know I ain't playin
There's no more delayin I'm comin and slayin
The street with the heat now turn up the beat until you go deaf
I eat a nigga food until nothin left (TURN IT UP!!)
NOW THE WAY I'M KILLIN AT THIS MASS LIKE I'M DOIN for T.V.
RESPECT IT YOU BETTER GETTHE SALUTIN ME WHEN YOU SEE ME
LLOYD BANKS, PAPOOSE AND BUSTA BUS YEAH I'M GREEDY
I PAINT THE ILLEST PICTURE FOR THE HOOD LIKE I DO GRAFFITI
[Chorus]
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 4x]
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 6x]
[Intro: Busta Rhymes (Lloyd Banks)]
Aiyyo Swizz (It ain't over) we sone created another epidemic for the streets nigga
Just when y'all thought it was safe to poke your head out again, let's go!!!
I know you thought we was finished, Flipmode bitch!!!
(G-Unit!!!) Yeah! Streetsweepers!!!
REMIX PART THREE!!! REMIX PART THREE!!! REMIX PART THREE!!!
Aiyyo just imagine if they cut the lights off in the club
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks (Busta Rhymes)]
(Get low Banks!) Who you know that got a flow this sick
Pump shotty nobody can hold his click
Them hoes eyein they probably on my dick
The chocolate would look good in my all white whip (TURN IT UP!!)
AND YOU KNOW I STAY WITH THE SKITS SO DON'T EVEN TRY
KISS YO' ASS BYE BYE YOU BE ALONE IN THE SKY
AND THE FIRST HUMAN BEING NOW TO LEARN HOW TO FLY
AND I BE LOW IN THE BM ON MY WAY OUT NY
(Get low Banks!) I know it feels like I been gone for a minute
But I'm back chinchilla Ice on with a fitted
Everybody talk money everybody gonna run
with that bowl of bread smaller than the arm of a midget
(TURN IT UP!!) AND YOU KNOW I'M DOIN MY THING IT'S BLUE IN THE RING
IF YOU HAD IT LIKE THIS YOU PROBABLY DO IT THE SAME
BUT YOU WON'T CAUSE YOU BROKE ALL YOU DO IS COMPLAIN
AFTER THE CLUB, I'M A PUT A FEW IN THE RANGE AND LET 'EM
[Chorus]
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 4x]
[Verse 2: Papoose (Busta Rhymes)]
(Get low Papoose!) Papoose, Pa-poose, had to get on this club banger
Smack you in your mouth make you swallow your pulp razor
Pop a couple bottles laugh about it with Bus later
Bare witness I'm the young savior (TURN IT UP!!)
I GOT STATEN ISLAND ON MY PINKY QUEENS ON MY THUMB DUDE
THE BRONX ON MY MIDDLE FINGER SCREAMIN FUCK YOU
ROCK ICE IN MANHATTAN SO THERE'S THE RING FINGER
YOU KNOW I HAD TO KEEP BROOKLYN ON THE TRIGGER FINGER
(Get low Pap!) Five boroughs of death, you don't understand
I got New York City in the palm of my hand
Now I could make a tight fist and let it crumble ridiculous
Or I could smack the world with a New York Nemesis (TURN IT UP!!)
I FLIP THE MAG AND GET THE CLAPPIN IF IT HAPPENS RIP HIS JACKET
SPLIT HIS BACK AND LIFT HIS HEAD I'M GETTIN AT HIM (Ha!!)
PICK UP A DIFFERENT MAG AND THEN ATTACK HIM WHEN I GRAB HIM SHIT IS BLASTIN
WITH A PASSION GET IT CRACKIN THE ASSASSIN, YOU LET 'EM
[Chorus]
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 4x]
[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
(Get low Bus!) You see me you love me the streets declare me God of the hood
You niggaz is watchin and wishin you could
Be claimin the throne the way I got it lock it mu'fuckers
What's good you tryin to stop it I'm wishin you would (TURN IT UP!!)
CAUSE THEM I'M GLAD TO HIT YOU WITH THE FACT THAT THE GOD IS IMMORTAL AS SPIT
THE WAY I BE DOIN HISTORICAL SHIT
INCASE YOU AND YOUR NIGGAS ACT LIKE YOU AINT KNOW WHEN I'M INFORMIN YOUR CLICK
I TAKE YOUR BITCH WHILE I'M PERFOMIN MY SHIT
(Get low Bus!) As I was sayin niggaz know I ain't playin
There's no more delayin I'm comin and slayin
The street with the heat now turn up the beat until you go deaf
I eat a nigga food until nothin left (TURN IT UP!!)
NOW THE WAY I'M KILLIN AT THIS MASS LIKE I'M DOIN for T.V.
RESPECT IT YOU BETTER GETTHE SALUTIN ME WHEN YOU SEE ME
LLOYD BANKS, PAPOOSE AND BUSTA BUS YEAH I'M GREEDY
I PAINT THE ILLEST PICTURE FOR THE HOOD LIKE I DO GRAFFITI
[Chorus]
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 4x]
Touch It (Remix) Lyrics – Busta Rhymes (feat. Mary J Blige, Missy Elliott, Lloyd Banks & others)
[Intro & Chorus]
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 6x]
[Intro: Busta Rhymes (Lloyd Banks)]
Aiy yo Swizz (It ain't over) we done created another epidemic for the streets nigga
Just when y'all thought it was safe to poke your head out again, let's go!!!
I know you thought we was finished, Flipmode bitch!!!
(G-Unit!!!) Yeah! Streetsweepers!!!
REMIX We Bout' Ta Do It Again!!! REMIX We Bout' Ta Do It Again!!! REMIX
Aiy yo just imagine if they cut the lights off in the club
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks (Busta Rhymes)]
(Get low Banks!) Who you know that got a flow this sick
Pump shorty nobody can hold his click
Them hoes eyeing' they probably on my dick
The chocolate would look good in my all white whip (TURN IT UP!!)
AND YOU KNOW I STAY WITH THE SKITS SO DON'T EVEN TRY
KISS YO' ASS BYE BYE YOU BE ALONE IN THE SKY
AND THE FIRST HUMAN BEING NOW TO LEARN HOW TO FLY
AND I BE LOW IN THE BM ON MY WAY OUT NY
(Get low Banks!) I know it feels like I been gone for a minute
But I'm back chinchilla Ice on with a fitted
Everybody talk money everybody gonna run
with that bowl of bread smaller than the arm of a midget
(TURN IT UP!!) AND YOU KNOW I'M DOIN MY THING IT'S BLUE IN THE RING
IF YOU HAD IT LIKE THIS YOU PROBABLY DO IT THE SAME
BUT YOU WON'T CAUSE YOU BROKE ALL YOU DO IS COMPLAIN
AFTER THE CLUB, I'M A PUT A FEW IN THE RANGE AND LET 'EM
[Chorus]
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 4x]
[Verse 2: DMX (Busta Rhymes)]
Grrrrrrrrr
(Get low X) Anything it's took, it's gone be a breakdown
Come through like "hmmm, what I'm gon take now?"
Whatever the fuck I want, trust me dog
It gets ugly even when it comes to the hunt (TURN IT UP)
NIGGAZ LIKE TO STUNT, YOU WANNA TO FRONT
I'MA HIT YOU AND YOUR MAN
AND IMA HIT YOU WHERE YOU STAND (WHAT)
NIGGAZ AIN'T BUILT FOR NOTHIN BUT FRONTIN
COME THROUGH, FAGGOTS HIT THE SECURITY FRONTIN (Get Low X)
Get that do, What that do? How that do?
Fuck you faggot, I shot at you
And what? You and you mans butt, you in your man's truck
But your chance is up, not get up (TURN IT UP!!)
YOU KNOW HOW THAT SHIT GOES, LET THAT SHIT GO
AIN'T NOTHIN CHANGE, BEEN THE SAME FROM THE GETGO (WHAT)
GET UP OUT THAT WHIP YO, I AIN'T GON' TELL YOU AGAIN
FUCK IT, SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND
[Chorus]
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 4x]
[Verse 3: DMX & Mary J. Blige (Busta Rhymes)]
Swizz is the monster, X is the beast
Fuckin' wit Bus, man everyday is a piece
Stay off the streets, tired of talkin' to y'all niggaz
I'ma stick a fork at y'all niggaz (TURN IT UP)
WHEN I HIT 'EM, MAN THAT CRUNK GON GET 'EM MAN
FUCKED UP HOW I DID 'EM MAN (WHAT)
AIN'T NO REMORSE BUT THE CHORUS, TRUTH IS
CAN I. D. THE BODY? NIGGA TOOTHLESS (Get low Mary!)
Maybe you can guess who it is (Uh huh)
Mary J. Blige about to handle my biz (Uh huh)
I'm on my grown woman still I rep for the kids
In every hood, and all my peoples doin a bid (TURN IT UP!!)
NOW YOU KNOW WHO'S REALLY THE QUEEN DELIVER THE MAIL
SEVEN HUNDRED THIRTY THOUSAND FIRST WEEK OF MY SALES
THE HATERS PLOT AND THEY WATCH LOOKIN ALL PALE
WHILE I'M ON A YACHT, OVERSEAS DOIN MY NAILS (Get low Mary!)
Well let me show you how we do (Ha!)
I gotta thank everyone for coppin The Breakthrough (Uh huh)
Bus did take one the remix is take two
You love the way we re inventin' how we just stay new (TURN IT UP!!)
HOW WE SELLIN OUT THE STADIUMS, ARENAS AND ALL (Ha!!!)
ONLY LOUIS AND GUCCI WE DON'T SHOP AT THE MALL (Huh!)
GOT YOU PARTYIN AND DANCIN AND HAVIN A BALL
AND YOUR LOVIN THE WAY WE REPPIN HOW WE DO IT FOR Y'ALL GO 'HEAD AND
[Chorus]
"Touch it- bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 4x]
[Verse 4: Ne-Yo (Busta Rhymes)]
(oohhh) (Get Low Boy) Is it any women in here
Like it when I be spankin' them and pullin' they hair
Theirs a freak in your presence im just makin' it clear
Then you would all know if he wasen't nowhere (TURN IT UP!!)
GET YOUR HANDS UP IN THE AIR IF YOU READY TO GO
COME THROUGH YOUR CITY AND I MURDER THE SHOW
AND THE TRUTH WEIGHING THE PROBLEM IF YOU DIDN'T KNOW
GET UP RIGHT IN YA FACE AND HOLLA NE-YO
(Get Low Boy) Shorty what you wanna do
I ain't got time to deal with your attitude
This shit was designed to put you in the mood
tryna' do sumtin nasty with you and ya crew (TURN IT UP!!)
IM A FREAKY LIL' BROTHER WITH A WHOLE LOTTA LOOT
YA BOY WORKIN WIT SUMTIN AND IM KINDA CUTE
WATCH THE WAY I DO IT HOW I TURN IT OUT
GUARENTEED YOU'LL BE TRYNA PUT MY DICK IN YOUR MOUTH
[Chorus]
"Touch it- bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 4x]
[Verse 5: Papoose (Busta Rhymes)]
(Get low Papoose!) Papoose, Pa-poose, had to get on this club banger
Smack you in your mouth make you swallow your pulp razor
Pop a couple bottles laugh about it with Bus later
Bare witness I'm the young savior (TURN IT UP!!)
I GOT STATEN ISLAND ON MY PINKY QUEENS ON MY THUMB DUDE
THE BRONX ON MY MIDDLE FINGER SCREAMIN FUCK YOU
ROCK ICE IN MANHATTAN SO THERE'S THE RING FINGER
YOU KNOW I HAD TO KEEP BROOKLYN ON THE TRIGGER FINGER
(Get low Pap!) Five boroughs of death, you don't understand
I got New York City in the palm of my hand
Now I could make a tight fist and let it crumble ridiculous
Or I could smack the world with a New York Nemesis (TURN IT UP!!)
I FLIP THE MAG AND GET THE CLAPPIN IF IT HAPPENS RIP HIS JACKET
SPLIT HIS BACK AND LIFT HIS HEAD I'M GETTIN AT HIM (Ha!!)
PICK UP A DIFFERENT MAG AND THEN ATTACK HIM WHEN I GRAB HIM TRIGGERS BLASTIN
WITH A PASSION GET IT CRACKIN THE ASSASSIN, YOU LET 'EM
[Chorus]
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 4x]
[Verse 6: Rah Digga (Busta Rhymes)]
(Get low Digga!) See me rollin up in your hood {Uh huh}
These jokers screamin damn Rah still be lookin good {Yeah}
They do they little mack he askin me who I tapped
Ain't none of your concern you a G make it hap (TURN IT UP!!)
WHEN I GIVE A NIGGA SOME PLAY HE LOSIN HIS BRAIN (Uh)
ASKIN ME A BUNCH OF QUESTIONS ACTIN LIKE HE MY MAN
WANNA STRESS A BITCH OUT TELLIN ME I DID CHANGE
THEY SAYIN DAMN MY BAD IF YOU FELL FOR THE GAME
(Get low Digga!) Now he sittin there lookin stuck (Ha!)
He thinkin cause he spent a little dough I'm 'gon fuck
If money ain't a thang I'm sayin let a bitch know
Type to empty your account, how far you willin to go (TURN IT UP!!)
NOW HE HOPIN ON THE JET HE AIN'T WASTIN NO TIME
TOLD ME ALL EXPENSE PAID ANYPLACE I COULD FIND
HIT THE ISLANDS IN THE WINTER TRICKIN ALL ON HIS DIME
AIN'T A SHORTY IN THE WORLD PUSSY BETTER THAN MINE, THEY WANNA
[Chorus]
"Touch it- bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 3x]
[Verse 7: Missy Elliot (Busta Rhymes) ]
Bus this is serious man!!!!!!!! (Get low Missy!)
I'm jinglin baby, go 'head mami, don't I look charmin put your lips up on me {Woo!!!}
Kiss it touch it, good, yes I wish you would (TURN IT UP!!)
YOU LIKE TO SEE ME WHEN I DIP BABY DIP (Ha1)
DON'T IT LOOK LIKE I GOT BEYONCE'S HIPS
LOOKIN LIKE I COULD BE LIKE NIA LONG
BOY YOU SMOKIN THAT CHEECH AND CHONG
(Get low Missy!) Have you ever seen thickness in a thong {Come on!}
You can hit it like a game of ping pong
If you give me two shots of patrone
Nigga bring it on I might let you take me home (TURN IT UP!!)
NOW BUSTA BUS (BUS!!) MISDEMEANOR IN HERE
THIS YEAR BE CLEAR Y'ALL BE BEWARE
FAKE MC'S Y'ALL CAN'T COME NEAR
I'M TOXIC BABY LIKE I'M BRITNEY SPEARS
[Chorus]
"Touch it- bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 4x]
[Verse 8: Busta Rhymes]
(Get low Bus!) You see me you love me the streets declare me God of the hood
You niggaz is watchin and wishin you could
Be claimin the throne the way I got it lock it mu'fuckers
What's good you tryin to stop it I'm wishin you would (TURN IT UP!!)
CAUSE THEM I'M GLAD TO HIT YOU WITH THE FACT THAT THE GOD IS IMMORTAL AS SPIT
THE WAY I BE DOIN HISTORICAL SHIT
INCASE YOU AND YOUR NIGGAS ACT LIKE YOU AINT KNOW WHEN I'M INFORMIN YOUR CLICK
I TAKE YOUR BITCH WHILE I'M PERFOMIN MY SHIT
(Get low Bus!) As I was sayin niggaz know I ain't playin
There's no more delayin I'm comin and slayin
The street with the heat now turn up the beat until you go deaf
I eat a nigga food until nothin left (TURN IT UP!!)
NOW THE WAY I'M KILLIN AT THIS MASS LIKE I'M DOIN THE BOOKER T
RESPECT IT YOU BETTER GET THE SALUTIN ME WHEN YOU SEE ME
LLOYD BANKS, PAPOOSE AND BUSTA BUS YEAH I'M GREEDY
I PAINT THE ILLEST PICTURE FOR THE HOOD LIKE I DO GRAFFITI SO
[Chorus]
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 4x]
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 6x]
[Intro: Busta Rhymes (Lloyd Banks)]
Aiy yo Swizz (It ain't over) we done created another epidemic for the streets nigga
Just when y'all thought it was safe to poke your head out again, let's go!!!
I know you thought we was finished, Flipmode bitch!!!
(G-Unit!!!) Yeah! Streetsweepers!!!
REMIX We Bout' Ta Do It Again!!! REMIX We Bout' Ta Do It Again!!! REMIX
Aiy yo just imagine if they cut the lights off in the club
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks (Busta Rhymes)]
(Get low Banks!) Who you know that got a flow this sick
Pump shorty nobody can hold his click
Them hoes eyeing' they probably on my dick
The chocolate would look good in my all white whip (TURN IT UP!!)
AND YOU KNOW I STAY WITH THE SKITS SO DON'T EVEN TRY
KISS YO' ASS BYE BYE YOU BE ALONE IN THE SKY
AND THE FIRST HUMAN BEING NOW TO LEARN HOW TO FLY
AND I BE LOW IN THE BM ON MY WAY OUT NY
(Get low Banks!) I know it feels like I been gone for a minute
But I'm back chinchilla Ice on with a fitted
Everybody talk money everybody gonna run
with that bowl of bread smaller than the arm of a midget
(TURN IT UP!!) AND YOU KNOW I'M DOIN MY THING IT'S BLUE IN THE RING
IF YOU HAD IT LIKE THIS YOU PROBABLY DO IT THE SAME
BUT YOU WON'T CAUSE YOU BROKE ALL YOU DO IS COMPLAIN
AFTER THE CLUB, I'M A PUT A FEW IN THE RANGE AND LET 'EM
[Chorus]
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 4x]
[Verse 2: DMX (Busta Rhymes)]
Grrrrrrrrr
(Get low X) Anything it's took, it's gone be a breakdown
Come through like "hmmm, what I'm gon take now?"
Whatever the fuck I want, trust me dog
It gets ugly even when it comes to the hunt (TURN IT UP)
NIGGAZ LIKE TO STUNT, YOU WANNA TO FRONT
I'MA HIT YOU AND YOUR MAN
AND IMA HIT YOU WHERE YOU STAND (WHAT)
NIGGAZ AIN'T BUILT FOR NOTHIN BUT FRONTIN
COME THROUGH, FAGGOTS HIT THE SECURITY FRONTIN (Get Low X)
Get that do, What that do? How that do?
Fuck you faggot, I shot at you
And what? You and you mans butt, you in your man's truck
But your chance is up, not get up (TURN IT UP!!)
YOU KNOW HOW THAT SHIT GOES, LET THAT SHIT GO
AIN'T NOTHIN CHANGE, BEEN THE SAME FROM THE GETGO (WHAT)
GET UP OUT THAT WHIP YO, I AIN'T GON' TELL YOU AGAIN
FUCK IT, SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND
[Chorus]
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 4x]
[Verse 3: DMX & Mary J. Blige (Busta Rhymes)]
Swizz is the monster, X is the beast
Fuckin' wit Bus, man everyday is a piece
Stay off the streets, tired of talkin' to y'all niggaz
I'ma stick a fork at y'all niggaz (TURN IT UP)
WHEN I HIT 'EM, MAN THAT CRUNK GON GET 'EM MAN
FUCKED UP HOW I DID 'EM MAN (WHAT)
AIN'T NO REMORSE BUT THE CHORUS, TRUTH IS
CAN I. D. THE BODY? NIGGA TOOTHLESS (Get low Mary!)
Maybe you can guess who it is (Uh huh)
Mary J. Blige about to handle my biz (Uh huh)
I'm on my grown woman still I rep for the kids
In every hood, and all my peoples doin a bid (TURN IT UP!!)
NOW YOU KNOW WHO'S REALLY THE QUEEN DELIVER THE MAIL
SEVEN HUNDRED THIRTY THOUSAND FIRST WEEK OF MY SALES
THE HATERS PLOT AND THEY WATCH LOOKIN ALL PALE
WHILE I'M ON A YACHT, OVERSEAS DOIN MY NAILS (Get low Mary!)
Well let me show you how we do (Ha!)
I gotta thank everyone for coppin The Breakthrough (Uh huh)
Bus did take one the remix is take two
You love the way we re inventin' how we just stay new (TURN IT UP!!)
HOW WE SELLIN OUT THE STADIUMS, ARENAS AND ALL (Ha!!!)
ONLY LOUIS AND GUCCI WE DON'T SHOP AT THE MALL (Huh!)
GOT YOU PARTYIN AND DANCIN AND HAVIN A BALL
AND YOUR LOVIN THE WAY WE REPPIN HOW WE DO IT FOR Y'ALL GO 'HEAD AND
[Chorus]
"Touch it- bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 4x]
[Verse 4: Ne-Yo (Busta Rhymes)]
(oohhh) (Get Low Boy) Is it any women in here
Like it when I be spankin' them and pullin' they hair
Theirs a freak in your presence im just makin' it clear
Then you would all know if he wasen't nowhere (TURN IT UP!!)
GET YOUR HANDS UP IN THE AIR IF YOU READY TO GO
COME THROUGH YOUR CITY AND I MURDER THE SHOW
AND THE TRUTH WEIGHING THE PROBLEM IF YOU DIDN'T KNOW
GET UP RIGHT IN YA FACE AND HOLLA NE-YO
(Get Low Boy) Shorty what you wanna do
I ain't got time to deal with your attitude
This shit was designed to put you in the mood
tryna' do sumtin nasty with you and ya crew (TURN IT UP!!)
IM A FREAKY LIL' BROTHER WITH A WHOLE LOTTA LOOT
YA BOY WORKIN WIT SUMTIN AND IM KINDA CUTE
WATCH THE WAY I DO IT HOW I TURN IT OUT
GUARENTEED YOU'LL BE TRYNA PUT MY DICK IN YOUR MOUTH
[Chorus]
"Touch it- bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 4x]
[Verse 5: Papoose (Busta Rhymes)]
(Get low Papoose!) Papoose, Pa-poose, had to get on this club banger
Smack you in your mouth make you swallow your pulp razor
Pop a couple bottles laugh about it with Bus later
Bare witness I'm the young savior (TURN IT UP!!)
I GOT STATEN ISLAND ON MY PINKY QUEENS ON MY THUMB DUDE
THE BRONX ON MY MIDDLE FINGER SCREAMIN FUCK YOU
ROCK ICE IN MANHATTAN SO THERE'S THE RING FINGER
YOU KNOW I HAD TO KEEP BROOKLYN ON THE TRIGGER FINGER
(Get low Pap!) Five boroughs of death, you don't understand
I got New York City in the palm of my hand
Now I could make a tight fist and let it crumble ridiculous
Or I could smack the world with a New York Nemesis (TURN IT UP!!)
I FLIP THE MAG AND GET THE CLAPPIN IF IT HAPPENS RIP HIS JACKET
SPLIT HIS BACK AND LIFT HIS HEAD I'M GETTIN AT HIM (Ha!!)
PICK UP A DIFFERENT MAG AND THEN ATTACK HIM WHEN I GRAB HIM TRIGGERS BLASTIN
WITH A PASSION GET IT CRACKIN THE ASSASSIN, YOU LET 'EM
[Chorus]
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 4x]
[Verse 6: Rah Digga (Busta Rhymes)]
(Get low Digga!) See me rollin up in your hood {Uh huh}
These jokers screamin damn Rah still be lookin good {Yeah}
They do they little mack he askin me who I tapped
Ain't none of your concern you a G make it hap (TURN IT UP!!)
WHEN I GIVE A NIGGA SOME PLAY HE LOSIN HIS BRAIN (Uh)
ASKIN ME A BUNCH OF QUESTIONS ACTIN LIKE HE MY MAN
WANNA STRESS A BITCH OUT TELLIN ME I DID CHANGE
THEY SAYIN DAMN MY BAD IF YOU FELL FOR THE GAME
(Get low Digga!) Now he sittin there lookin stuck (Ha!)
He thinkin cause he spent a little dough I'm 'gon fuck
If money ain't a thang I'm sayin let a bitch know
Type to empty your account, how far you willin to go (TURN IT UP!!)
NOW HE HOPIN ON THE JET HE AIN'T WASTIN NO TIME
TOLD ME ALL EXPENSE PAID ANYPLACE I COULD FIND
HIT THE ISLANDS IN THE WINTER TRICKIN ALL ON HIS DIME
AIN'T A SHORTY IN THE WORLD PUSSY BETTER THAN MINE, THEY WANNA
[Chorus]
"Touch it- bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 3x]
[Verse 7: Missy Elliot (Busta Rhymes) ]
Bus this is serious man!!!!!!!! (Get low Missy!)
I'm jinglin baby, go 'head mami, don't I look charmin put your lips up on me {Woo!!!}
Kiss it touch it, good, yes I wish you would (TURN IT UP!!)
YOU LIKE TO SEE ME WHEN I DIP BABY DIP (Ha1)
DON'T IT LOOK LIKE I GOT BEYONCE'S HIPS
LOOKIN LIKE I COULD BE LIKE NIA LONG
BOY YOU SMOKIN THAT CHEECH AND CHONG
(Get low Missy!) Have you ever seen thickness in a thong {Come on!}
You can hit it like a game of ping pong
If you give me two shots of patrone
Nigga bring it on I might let you take me home (TURN IT UP!!)
NOW BUSTA BUS (BUS!!) MISDEMEANOR IN HERE
THIS YEAR BE CLEAR Y'ALL BE BEWARE
FAKE MC'S Y'ALL CAN'T COME NEAR
I'M TOXIC BABY LIKE I'M BRITNEY SPEARS
[Chorus]
"Touch it- bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 4x]
[Verse 8: Busta Rhymes]
(Get low Bus!) You see me you love me the streets declare me God of the hood
You niggaz is watchin and wishin you could
Be claimin the throne the way I got it lock it mu'fuckers
What's good you tryin to stop it I'm wishin you would (TURN IT UP!!)
CAUSE THEM I'M GLAD TO HIT YOU WITH THE FACT THAT THE GOD IS IMMORTAL AS SPIT
THE WAY I BE DOIN HISTORICAL SHIT
INCASE YOU AND YOUR NIGGAS ACT LIKE YOU AINT KNOW WHEN I'M INFORMIN YOUR CLICK
I TAKE YOUR BITCH WHILE I'M PERFOMIN MY SHIT
(Get low Bus!) As I was sayin niggaz know I ain't playin
There's no more delayin I'm comin and slayin
The street with the heat now turn up the beat until you go deaf
I eat a nigga food until nothin left (TURN IT UP!!)
NOW THE WAY I'M KILLIN AT THIS MASS LIKE I'M DOIN THE BOOKER T
RESPECT IT YOU BETTER GET THE SALUTIN ME WHEN YOU SEE ME
LLOYD BANKS, PAPOOSE AND BUSTA BUS YEAH I'M GREEDY
I PAINT THE ILLEST PICTURE FOR THE HOOD LIKE I DO GRAFFITI SO
[Chorus]
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 4x]
We Made It Lyrics – Busta Rhymes (feat. Linkin Park)
[Chester Bennington]
Together we made it
We made it even though we had our backs
Up against the wall
[Busta Rhymes]
See a nigga survived the worst
But my life is glorious (uh!)
But I know that I leaped every hurdle
And I'm so victorious (uh!)
Take a look I'm a symbol of greatness
Now call a nigga Morpheus (yeah)
As force securin' the win, but they
Believe I'm so notorious (yeah)
You know that I've been 'bout my bread
Even though we rappin' now (yes)
We used to live on the strip even though
A nigga higher level trappin' now (oh!)
Superseded everyone of my little struggles and (uh!)
So your head never ever been an option (trust)
A nigga paper long like rush hour traffic
And I'm about to take the hood shoppin' (get it!)
[Chorus: Chester Bennington (Busta Rhymes)]
Together we made it (you see we did it niggas)
We made it even though we had our backs
Up against the wall (come on)
Forever we waited (ah hah)
And they told us we were never gonna
Get it But we took it on the road
(To the riches)
on the road
(To the ghetto)
on the road
(In the projects, to this bangin' instrumental)
on the road
(Rise with me)
on the road
(Come and get it)
on the road
[Mike Shinoda]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo
When it all got started we were steadily
Just getting rejected
And it seemed like nothin' we could do
would ever get us respected
At best we were stressed at the worst
They probably said we're pathetic
Had all the pieces to that puzzle
Just the way to connect it
I was fighting through every rhyme
Tightening up every line
Never restin' the question if I
Was out of my mind
It finally came time to do it and let it die
So we put the chips on the table and
Told them to let it ride, sing it (yeah)
[Chorus: Chester Bennington (Busta Rhymes)]
Together we made it (you see we did it niggas)
We made it even though we had our backs
Up against the wall (come on)
Forever we waited (ah hah)
And they told us we were never gonna
Get it But we took it on the road
(To the riches)
on the road
(To the ghetto)
on the road
(In the projects, to this bangin' instrumental)
on the road
(Rise with me)
on the road
(Come and get it)
on the road
Yeah, yeah, yeah, look
In case you misunderstand exactly what I'm buildin'
This shit that I can leave for
My children's (children's) children's (children)
Now on the wake up I smile, to see how far I've come (yeah)
Fighting for sales when I'm stripped
To negate the hustle from (yeah)
From nights in jail on a bench using my muscles son (yeah)
To countin' money like Dre and Jimmy and Russel was (yeah nigga)
But now I live when I dream, you see we finally did it (oh!)
Let's make a toast to the hustle
Regardless how you get it, sing it
[Chorus: Chester Bennington (Busta Rhymes)]
Together we made it (you see we did it niggas)
We made it even though we had our backs
Up against the wall (come on)
Forever we waited (ah hah)
And they told us we were never gonna
Get it But we took it on the road
(To the riches)
on the road
(To the ghetto)
on the road
(In the projects, to this bangin' instrumental)
on the road
(Rise with me)
on the road
(Come and get it)
on the road
Together we made it
We made it even though we had our backs
Up against the wall
[Busta Rhymes]
See a nigga survived the worst
But my life is glorious (uh!)
But I know that I leaped every hurdle
And I'm so victorious (uh!)
Take a look I'm a symbol of greatness
Now call a nigga Morpheus (yeah)
As force securin' the win, but they
Believe I'm so notorious (yeah)
You know that I've been 'bout my bread
Even though we rappin' now (yes)
We used to live on the strip even though
A nigga higher level trappin' now (oh!)
Superseded everyone of my little struggles and (uh!)
So your head never ever been an option (trust)
A nigga paper long like rush hour traffic
And I'm about to take the hood shoppin' (get it!)
[Chorus: Chester Bennington (Busta Rhymes)]
Together we made it (you see we did it niggas)
We made it even though we had our backs
Up against the wall (come on)
Forever we waited (ah hah)
And they told us we were never gonna
Get it But we took it on the road
(To the riches)
on the road
(To the ghetto)
on the road
(In the projects, to this bangin' instrumental)
on the road
(Rise with me)
on the road
(Come and get it)
on the road
[Mike Shinoda]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo
When it all got started we were steadily
Just getting rejected
And it seemed like nothin' we could do
would ever get us respected
At best we were stressed at the worst
They probably said we're pathetic
Had all the pieces to that puzzle
Just the way to connect it
I was fighting through every rhyme
Tightening up every line
Never restin' the question if I
Was out of my mind
It finally came time to do it and let it die
So we put the chips on the table and
Told them to let it ride, sing it (yeah)
[Chorus: Chester Bennington (Busta Rhymes)]
Together we made it (you see we did it niggas)
We made it even though we had our backs
Up against the wall (come on)
Forever we waited (ah hah)
And they told us we were never gonna
Get it But we took it on the road
(To the riches)
on the road
(To the ghetto)
on the road
(In the projects, to this bangin' instrumental)
on the road
(Rise with me)
on the road
(Come and get it)
on the road
Yeah, yeah, yeah, look
In case you misunderstand exactly what I'm buildin'
This shit that I can leave for
My children's (children's) children's (children)
Now on the wake up I smile, to see how far I've come (yeah)
Fighting for sales when I'm stripped
To negate the hustle from (yeah)
From nights in jail on a bench using my muscles son (yeah)
To countin' money like Dre and Jimmy and Russel was (yeah nigga)
But now I live when I dream, you see we finally did it (oh!)
Let's make a toast to the hustle
Regardless how you get it, sing it
[Chorus: Chester Bennington (Busta Rhymes)]
Together we made it (you see we did it niggas)
We made it even though we had our backs
Up against the wall (come on)
Forever we waited (ah hah)
And they told us we were never gonna
Get it But we took it on the road
(To the riches)
on the road
(To the ghetto)
on the road
(In the projects, to this bangin' instrumental)
on the road
(Rise with me)
on the road
(Come and get it)
on the road
Where's My Money? Lyrics – Busta Rhymes
[INTRO]
Ayo Green... I feel like I'm turnin green too!
From Bill bitch b!... to some incredible Hulk shit!
I don't even know why you give me shit like this to spit to?
I'm sure we speak the same language
Fuck you bitches... pay me!
[VERSE 1]
(HAA)
Wait a minute... came to go get it... ranger fitted
Whenever it come to paper... better know I'm major with it
Make it rain a major blizzard... leather alligator lizard
I Talledega race any challenger name a didgit
Even if on the slightest you take a smidget
or dare touch my revenue I slice you with the razor quit it
Icey till I make it frigid... (BURRRR)...
The laws of physics says it's getting cold...
my money taller than a hall of midgets
I get up all up in it
Kickin down the door (Who is it!?)
Bitch I be the crew of bill collectors... pay the mall a visit
After cleanin bank accounts you questioned if I gave a shit
if not I tell the truth so you could tell em that the player did it (HEYAAA)
It's ok I say a prayer it's the mayor bititch
slayer givin you another layer of the data tritick
Bust rhymes... hittin you with punch lines
Funny how I fuck dimes... bitch you know I want mine
Where my fuckin money?!
[HOOK]
I ain't speakin foreign... you know what I'm saying
Better have my bread nigga I ain't playin
(Bitch... where my fucking money?)
Mark every word... spoken reddish so your pussy
If you think I'm jokin?
(muhfucker... where my fuckin money?)
Think I still ain't crazy cause I cut my dread
And if you short my cake I'm off side of your head
(bitch where my fuckin money?)
[VERSE 2]
(OHHHH)
Critical it's pitifull I'm cynical
How I deliver lyricals and take these other niggas paper
Topsy-tervy contraversy I'm so thirsty go no mercy
For some of these bitches... I collect my money now and later
Keep it movin with the clique... while making bitches hit the strip
Cake up everyday I wake I RATE the way my money flip
I want it's mine... borderline... call it crime... all the shine I'm takin it
Ain't no mistakin it nigga what's yours is mine
No need to second guess it check I'm the gloss and grind
the gritty and the floss, the profit and the loss all intertwined
Because I profit from your losses
You don't want it... you should get it
In the hood with you money... I extended my line of credit
The medic... doctor ryhmes that put you on a dihharettic shrinkin up a nigga pockets
Simple niggaz style pathetic
Bust rhymes... hittin you with punch lines
Funny how I fuck dimes... bitch you know I want mine
Where my fuckin money?!
[HOOK]
I ain't speakin foreign... you know what I'm saying
Better have my bread nigga I ain't playin
(Bitch... where my fucking money?)
Mark every word... spoken reddish so your pussy
If you think I'm jokin?
(Muhfucker... where my fuckin money?)
Think I still ain't crazy cause I cut my dread
And if you short my cake I'm off side of your head
(bitch where my fuckin money?)
Ayo Green... I feel like I'm turnin green too!
From Bill bitch b!... to some incredible Hulk shit!
I don't even know why you give me shit like this to spit to?
I'm sure we speak the same language
Fuck you bitches... pay me!
[VERSE 1]
(HAA)
Wait a minute... came to go get it... ranger fitted
Whenever it come to paper... better know I'm major with it
Make it rain a major blizzard... leather alligator lizard
I Talledega race any challenger name a didgit
Even if on the slightest you take a smidget
or dare touch my revenue I slice you with the razor quit it
Icey till I make it frigid... (BURRRR)...
The laws of physics says it's getting cold...
my money taller than a hall of midgets
I get up all up in it
Kickin down the door (Who is it!?)
Bitch I be the crew of bill collectors... pay the mall a visit
After cleanin bank accounts you questioned if I gave a shit
if not I tell the truth so you could tell em that the player did it (HEYAAA)
It's ok I say a prayer it's the mayor bititch
slayer givin you another layer of the data tritick
Bust rhymes... hittin you with punch lines
Funny how I fuck dimes... bitch you know I want mine
Where my fuckin money?!
[HOOK]
I ain't speakin foreign... you know what I'm saying
Better have my bread nigga I ain't playin
(Bitch... where my fucking money?)
Mark every word... spoken reddish so your pussy
If you think I'm jokin?
(muhfucker... where my fuckin money?)
Think I still ain't crazy cause I cut my dread
And if you short my cake I'm off side of your head
(bitch where my fuckin money?)
[VERSE 2]
(OHHHH)
Critical it's pitifull I'm cynical
How I deliver lyricals and take these other niggas paper
Topsy-tervy contraversy I'm so thirsty go no mercy
For some of these bitches... I collect my money now and later
Keep it movin with the clique... while making bitches hit the strip
Cake up everyday I wake I RATE the way my money flip
I want it's mine... borderline... call it crime... all the shine I'm takin it
Ain't no mistakin it nigga what's yours is mine
No need to second guess it check I'm the gloss and grind
the gritty and the floss, the profit and the loss all intertwined
Because I profit from your losses
You don't want it... you should get it
In the hood with you money... I extended my line of credit
The medic... doctor ryhmes that put you on a dihharettic shrinkin up a nigga pockets
Simple niggaz style pathetic
Bust rhymes... hittin you with punch lines
Funny how I fuck dimes... bitch you know I want mine
Where my fuckin money?!
[HOOK]
I ain't speakin foreign... you know what I'm saying
Better have my bread nigga I ain't playin
(Bitch... where my fucking money?)
Mark every word... spoken reddish so your pussy
If you think I'm jokin?
(Muhfucker... where my fuckin money?)
Think I still ain't crazy cause I cut my dread
And if you short my cake I'm off side of your head
(bitch where my fuckin money?)
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