Bleed The Same Blood lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Maino & Anthony Hamilton)

[Chorus: Anthony Hamilton]

(Yeah!) We all bleed the same blood

(Yeah!) And we beat on the same drum

(Yeah!) It's not about where ya at

(Yeah!) It's about where you come from

And I'ma keep on thuggin 'til the day I DIE!

(Yeah!) Oh yeah (Yeah!)

(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)

[Maino]

Unstoppable, yo, Maino!

Ran up in Atlantic, told 'em let me go

Smack my A&R and grabbed him by his throat

Playin with my life'll get you yellow-taped

Runnin in and out of church like I'm the yellow Ma$e

All-black fleet like when Obama get in

Missiles aimed at yo' building like Osama livin

"Fuck 'em all" is what I'm screamin from that Mase' seat

(How About Some Hardcore) like it's '93

Think deep, feel the pain in my homie's face

And only then you'll understand why my homies bang

Strapped up, this is us, fuck a deal nigga

Gun boys be like "Maino is a real nigga"

Yeah, me and Bust bleed the same blood

Handcuffed to the bus, we the same thugs

Never fear, just know that I'ma ride for ya

All black baby welcome to my mafia

[Chorus w/ ad libs]

[Anthony Hamilton]

I gotta tell somebody yeahhhhh

[Busta Rhymes]

I'm passionate about gettin this money

Handlin those that be plottin on takin it from me

Some of these niggaz forgot I be makin it funny

We're spendin like my fingers rotten then papercut bloody

In case you ain't knowin we back dominatin the country

Until I make these niggaz black with the strength of a monkey

Balenciaga boss, bitch address me as Mister

Eat salmons and tortellini down at the Bella Vista

We move in silence bitch you better whisper

And sizzle the street with the heat until it hella blister

So much bottles, got 'em for every drinker

So much head I be callin mami a heavy thinker

Victorious like a nigga conquered another nation

Buyin bottles and drinkin to drown the sufferation

Could give a fuck about your plan, watch how I handle that

If it ain't YMCMB or Conglomerate, cancel that!

[Chorus w/ ad libs]

[Anthony Hamilton]

I gotta tell somebody, yeahhhhhhhh

[Busta Rhymes]

So inspirin when a nigga doubt

Look around and see how niggaz try to count me out

Only if niggaz stepped in my shoes and took a walk

And thought of shit I sacrificed I wouldn't have to talk

And I'm like a bitch's blouse on a clothesline

And treatin how I stumbled on another goldmine

While embracin what God be havin for me

You can never stop what is destined, I hope you're happy for me

Busta Rhymes other songs:

 

#Twerkit lyrics - Busta Rhymes

[Intro:]

Yo! Yuh dun know!

This time when we come in we come fi flatline everyting inna this bumboclaat 'til clash dun!

Fi real!

[Verse 1:]

Big man! When mi talk, hear weh yuh fi do

Shut yuh mout, listen close, weh we come fi do

Shut it down, lick a shot, blow torch a bun

Nuff excitement, see dem frightened watch dem bwoy yah run (FI-FI-FI REAL!)

Come hear gyal, weh yuh a do, hmmm what a gwaan?

Dun wid dat, (Dutty Wine) Tony Matterhorn

Bass a lick yuh, mek it clap, gwaan go tek it off

Set di trap, don't fight yuh know yuh skin soft (YUH DUN KNOW!)

Sit down pon it, gwaan go fuck it 'til yuh bruk it out

So exotic, while yuh suck it watch we fuck it up

So weh have it, batty big watch how mi love it up

Bend ova and spread and mek mi stick it in and bun it up (FI REAL!)

[Chorus:]

She haffi twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it

Twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it

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[Verse 2:]

Mi seh mi finish wid yuh, pull up yuh pants, gwaan go get yuh friend (FI REAL!)

Dance dun, come outside, fuck inna di benz

Gyal come, enjoy di ride, watch di wey mi stick yuh

Welcome! (YUH DUN KNOW!) Tek di dick yuh friend a wait fi yuh

Hold on deh, yuh man vex? vegetate di bwoy

Shoot what? See my gun will evaporate dat bwoy

Leggo dat, See how it sound QUANGGGGGGGGG!

Level dat, down to di ground, PANGGGGGGGGGG! (BO! BO! BO!)

Nuff a dat, yuh dun know, best a di best

Pretty gyal, whole heap a batty and whole heap a breast

Physical, how yuh a drop it no one could a test

Digital, we Instagram it 'til dem gyal a rest

[Chorus:]

She haffi twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it

Twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it

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[Verse 3:]

And mi seh walk like a champion, swing like a stallion

Wid di two big medallion, good, yuh perfect

Show dem di action, bad gyal concoction

Cool now, relax mon, eh em, yuh nervous

Skin out and dun di place, spin 'round and show yuh face

Open, and close yuh case, or chuck, and work it

Mi seh hold on deh tek time, gyal wine yuh waistline

Follow. di bassline, right now, stir it (YUH DUN KNOW!)

'Round like, a bowl of soup, 'round like a hula hoop

'Round like yuh batty cute and do it, on purpose

Wine like a yard woman, grind like yuh numba one

Jump up, and wave yuh hand real ting, she know

[Chorus:]

She haffi twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it

Twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it

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#Twerkit (Extended Remix) lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. French Montana, Jeremih, Ne-Yo, T.I., Tosh, Vybz Kartel)

[Intro: Tosh]

YO!!!! YUH DUN KNOW!!!!

THIS TIME WHEN WE COME IN WE COME FI FLATLINE

EVERYTING INNA THIS BUMBOCLAAT 'TIL CLASH DUN!!!

FI REAL!!!!!!!!!

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]

Big man, yes we deh 'bout, hear weh mi a talk

Mad ting, nuh seh nuttin watch how dem gyal a walk

This direction, fi wi section tun up time now

Twerk it twerk it, see di remix ago dun dem now

[Interlude: Tosh]

HEAR A!!! A TUN UP TIME NOW!!!

BUSTA WID DI WORL BOSS!!!

[Male (Vybz Kartel):]

Kartel mi seh!!! Gaza come afta!!! (Bumboclaat!!!)

Cau widout Kartel there's no bloodclaat Gaza (FI REAL!!!!!!!!!)

[Verse 2: Vybz Kartel (Tosh)]

Hey gyal come twerk it twerk it siddung pon it come work it work it

My long dick neva short circuit big batty gal bare man a observe it

Mi nuh need nuh space fi mi wey now wine to di song dun wine 'til it playback

Look inna mi eye and count every teardrop stop! (FI-FI-FI REAL!!!!!!!!!)

Boom pon di buddy boom di buddy gyal, tun backway fi di who di massage

Twerk it gyal yuh large and in charge, baby yuh batty big like, Nicki Minaj

BOOM BOOM BOOM! Di earth shake when yuh drop dung low yuh mek di earthquake

Punaany wet, punaany wet, punaany wet like Michigan lake (YUH DUN KNOW!!!!)

Call Toronto gyal dem a wine pon Drake, just like ova di island bake

Gyal seh mi sweet like chocolate cake I fuck dem leave dem what a heartache

She feelings, play this mek every hot gyal a Portmore hear this

Busta Rhymes weh di gyal dem seh when di gyal dem a wine and do

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

She haffi twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it

Twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it

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[Verse 3: Ne-Yo (Tosh)]

If I may, let me say

You gotta that kinda booty make, we want pay, a bill or two

I'm talkin rent, where you stay

Could tell that these included just keep movin that way (FI-FI-FI REAL!!!!!!!!!)

Throwin it, rapid pace

Then turned around and windin like she from Jamai-ca

Lord have mer-er-er-er-er-ercy!!!

Love the way she lookin back at it makin that face

Shorty yuh dun know, what I do to it

That girl for gettin me rock hard watchin her do it

She wine like a champion, rom pom pom pom pom

Center of, attention when she workin that tundra

Shorty have to...

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

She haffi twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it

Twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it

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[Verse 4: T.I. (Tosh)]

Drop it down, hey country burn it by the pound

Pussy lock it down, say who ain't ballin stop it now

Bitch I know how they round, it ain't no squares off in my circle

Bitch bet get it straight, won't serve you less you movin weight (FI-FI-FI REAL!!!!!!!!!)

Fresh outta section eight, peruvian flakes on my plate

We got the freshest shade, in my hood e'ryday a yellow tape

In front of murder scene (BANKHEAD!!!!) land of anarchy murder kings

Wanna murder king? Tell Maino bring them dirty things (YUH DUN KNOW!!!!)

Any borough bring, thirty chopper thirty beams

With extended clip, hop out the ride and let it rip

Who wanna play with Tip? I rob and make a nigga strip

Right there on the strip, shed light then bitch you wanna trip

Tell 'em...

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

She haffi twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it

Twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it

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[Verse 5: Jeremih (Busta Rhymes) ((Crowd)) {Tosh}]

(Tw-Tw-Twerk it) Twerk ittttt (Twerk it) Twerk itttt

(Twerk it) Twerk itttt (Twerk it) Twerk itttt

(Twerk it) Twerk itttt (Twerk it) Twerk itttt

(Twerk it) Twerk itttt (Jeremih!!!)

Baby won't you, come here girl and twerk it

((HEY! HEY! HEY!)) (Twerk that ass girl!) {FI-FI-FI REAL!!!!!!!!!}

Dreams about that, bodyyyyyyy!!!!! It twerkin!!!

((HEY! HEY! HEY!)) (Twerk-Twerk-Twerk that ass girl!) {YUH DUN KNOW!!!!}

Twerk that thang for me, lookin back on me

Shawty got a donkey, now come and ride this pony

She can handle it, by just lickin her lips

I'll tell her don't talk, and hope she take the....

Look at them titties

now that's a flashback

Got damn that ass fat! spendin all my ASCAP'S

Please just go 'head twerk it, 'cause don't know how to work it

9 to 5 you work it, off that off that twerkin

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

She haffi twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it

Twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it

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[Verse 6: French Montana (Tosh)]

You know the repertoire know we pop the ace no debit card

Coke Boyz, Busta that's my dog no reservoirs

Sick grain talkin big chains I got seven on

Big moves carry big tools talkin Lebanon

Ride with killers smokin on that loud but they very calm

Come her girl shake it on the pole it's a heavy storm

More ya talk, got your main girl with her titties shown

She's straight, eatin cheesecake with, Diddy Combs

Likkle man, don't be talkin crazy off the liquor mon

Big mouth, bought a big house, ten acre mon (YUH DUN KNOW!!!!)

Shine! (Dutty Wine) it Tony Matterhorn

Coke Boyz, E. Ali (FI REAL!!!!!!!!!) my niggas forever shine

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

She haffi twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it

Twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it

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#Twerkit (Remix) lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Nicki Minaj)

[Intro:]

YO!!!! YUH DUN KNOW!!!!

THIS TIME WHEN WE COME IN WE COME FI FLATLINE

EVERYTING INNA THIS BUMBOCLAAT 'TIL CLASH DUN!!!

FI REAL!!!!!!!!!

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]

Big man! When mi talk, hear weh yuh fi do

Shut yuh mout, listen close, weh we come fi do

Shut it dung, lick a shot, blow torch a bun

Nuff excitement, see dem frightened watch dem bwoy yah run (FI-FI-FI REAL!!!!!!!!!)

Come hear gyal, weh yuh a do, hmmm what a gwaan?

Dun wid dat, (Dutty Wine) Tony Matterhorn

Bass a lick yuh, mek it clap, gwaan go tek it off

Set di trap, don't fight yuh know yuh skin soft (YUH DUN KNOW!!!!)

Siddung pon it, gwaan go fuck it 'til yuh bruk it out

So exotic, while yuh suck it watch we fuck it up

So weh have it, batty big watch how mi love it up

Bend ova and spread and mek mi stick it in and bun it up (FI REAL!!!!!!!!!)

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

She haffi twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it

Twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it

Tw-Tw-Tw-Tw-Tw-Tw-Tw-Tw-Tw-Tw-Tw-Tw-Tw-Tw-Tw

Tw-Tw-Tw-Tw-Tw-Tw-Tw-Twerk it-Tw-Tw-Tw-Tw-Tw-Twerk it

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]

Mi seh mi finish wid yuh, pull up yuh pants, gwaan go get yuh friend (FI REAL!!!!!!!!!)

Dance dun, come outside, fuck inna di benz

Gyal come, enjoy di ride, watch di wey mi stick yuh

Welcome! (YUH DUN KNOW!!!!) Tek di dick yuh friend a wait fi yuh

Hold on deh, yuh man vex? vegetate di bwoy

Shoot what? See my gun will evaporate dat bwoy

Leggo dat, See how it sound QUANGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!

Level dat, dung to di ground, PANGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!! (BO! BO! BO!)

Nuff a dat, yuh dun know, best a di best

Pretty gyal, whole heap a batty and whole heap a breast

Physical, how yuh a drop it no one could a test

Digital, we Instagram it 'til dem gyal a rest

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

She haffi twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it

Twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it

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[Bridge:]

WHEN WE COME IN WE COME FI FLATLINE EVERYTING INNA THIS BUMBOCLAAT 'TIL CLASH DUN!!!

FI REAL!!!!!!!!!

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]

Dutty gyal, when yuh see mi hear weh yuh fi do

Bow down! Big chain and it heavy too

Respect, how dem gwaan like mi nuh pave way

Queen yah, London wait fi di same wave

Come here bwoy, bow cat uh, true yuh rich

Where yuh wallet? Yeah yuh have it hmmm show mi it

Kartel, Beenie Man, Bounty Killer too

Roll di weed, plus a dutch or a rizzla too

Bruk it out, flip land pon yuh head gyal

Brooklyn, when we shoot, neck gyal

(Trinidad) a nuh (James) mi a chat bout

Pussyhole, a wey bitta a whaddat bout?!

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

She haffi twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it

Twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it

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[Verse 4: Busta Rhymes]

And mi seh walk like a champion, swing like a stallion

Wid di two big medallion, good, yuh perfect

Show dem di action, bad gyal concoction

Cool now, relax mon, eh em, yuh nervous

Skin out and dun di place, spin 'round and show yuh face

Open, and close yuh case, or chuck, and work it

Mi seh hold on deh tek time, gyal wine yuh waistline

Follow. di bassline, right now, stir it (YUH DUN KNOW!!!!)

'Round like, a bowl of super, 'round like a hula hoop

'Round like yuh batty cute and do it, on purpose

Wine like a yard woman, grind like yuh numba ome

Jump up, and wave yuh hand mi tink, she know

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

She haffi twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it

Twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it twerk it

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60 Second Assassins lyrics - DJ Kay Slay & Busta Rhymes (feat. Layzie Bone, Twista and Jaz-O)

[DJ Kay Slay]

G-Force (what's up Slay?)

I need you to make a hit for me (talk to me)

Four suspects (who?)

Busta Rhymes, Layzie Bone (who else?)

Twista, Jaz-O (I got ya)

There they go, take the shot!

Take the shot! DAMN!

[Busta Rhymes:]

When I come and I hop and I skip and I rhyme

And I dumb and I drop and I spit and I shine

Ay-ay-ay nigga what you really wanna do?

You ain't knowin that I'm comin to take what's mine

Every time I come to hit'cha

With a little bit of killa

Better know that you can never

Never see me little nigga

While I'm at the TOP

I will never STOP

When a nigga POP

See the way I run it, and leave a nigga bitter

Y'all know when I do my thing and I bang

Bidi-boom with a bomb and a BING!

Everybody know that when it comes to the shit I gotta spit

Motherfucker better crown me KING!

With a passion and a lot of action

See the way ya grab 'em, HOW YOU DO IT!

Then they wanna ask him

How a nigga smash 'em

See the way ya have 'em, DRAG 'EM TO IT!

Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-HEY!

Now you gotta know what a nigga do all day

Count bread make a nigga wanna bounce heads when I drop heat in these streets, okay?

You shitty with a get'cha gimmick

And I hope a lot of niggas live near a clinic

It don't really matter who you wanna ask about me

Cause I be the fiercest with it

While I'm givin you the final chapter

With a lot of laughter

See the way I capture

Everybody probably tellin you the same shit you don't really wanna come after!

Now I suggest you listen whenever you hear that I be up in the buildin

Trust me, this is not the place for you to bring yo' children

[Layzie Bone:]

The B-O-N-E we got plenty of flows;

From Cleveland, Ohio we rollin on vogues

They told me this record was only for pros

So Layzie gon' get in M.V.P. I suppose

Foes slammin them Cadillac do's

My story they caught has never been told

Sit back while I'm tellin this thuggish we blaze

Forever I'm young and'll never get old

Poppin a bottle of Rosé when I rolls

Smell the aroma, just follow your nose

We thug on the corner from night 'til the sun up

You run up get done up, I'll let it explode

Blow only where gangstas roll, so

Homie we smash around and we crash collide

Whoever don't wanna be foes, oh

O.G. status, still got money up under the mattress

Nigga come get it I'll stick like cactus,

Money so tall those niggas need ladders

Try to come close but they never could match us

So catch us, we the masters

Y'all already know how we do it on the Clair

Never compare we livin' on stretchers

Willin to bet ya, when I twist and bust

Nigga come through with Twist and Bust

Nigga been famous they know to aim it

They spittin my languange, "Adrenaline Rush"

Feminine niggas that been on a rush

Back to the dust we winnin the clutch

Just slipped through to spit some real thug shit!

[Twista:]

Now I be the coldest on the island, country or on the peninsula

Hit them with the venom and then I'mma

Disintegrate 'em or fade 'em, fuck 'em cause I hate 'em,

I'm hot if you not check the temperature

Mayday one Kay Slay, drop the bomb on 'em when they put me on the track and I'mma

Show 'em who was out when I make 'em go and commit suicide dressed like a Phantom or

Do and I'm about to get dinner

I'ma open the do'

Cause I'm dope with the flow

Never know how flow was the 'dro

I'mma eat a bitch up and I hope for some mo'

So long is the poem, I'm never a ho

You can go check the portfolio

Kay Slay 'em just after fuck at you and then I'mma stick 'em

You know we can go

I'm cold so go get your coat

This be the season for niggas that's sneezin and snoozin

And if you keep testin me you gon' be catchin a beatin and bruisin - what's up?

Look at the mojo and look at the swag, get a look at all the vernacular

Things I be doin cause I'mma stay infamous so they be callin me Dracula

Oops I mean Blackula when I'm attackin ya

Pullin up on 'em up in the new Acura

Or new pre-Camaro or new super Lego with the Pinot Grigio seats

I see when you niggas be hatin', so the next time when you see me don't speak

Now you know not to send me no beat

Cause I'mma kill it

And murder anybody that'll wanna get it

Where they wanna get up in it 'cause I be the realest

I'm a menace all the way up to the finish

Make an enemy diminish

When I get up in the battle even if it gotta be up on the block

2010 hip-hop, the shit don't stop

[Layzie Bone:]

Just slipped through to spit some real thug shit!

[Jaz-O:]

What can it be?

Rappers and thuggin on beats

None of 'em keepin it street

Look at them calves, all of them wanna be bulls

None of 'em ready for beef

What about me?

Been through the pain

Sorted the lames, keep it the same

Skillful syllables kill

My rhymin technique is impeccable still

Anybody ever wanna run up

Will get done up in a hurry

Got a flurry

I'mma hunt 'em for the come up

With a bang you better run from the one until you permanently feel it

I will live it, idiots gettin it

"The Originator," gotta keep it greater

Keep the fader for the haters

Nigga real for real

The all-time thriller, ready rockin the death of it definite

On it cookin and cheffin it (ooh!)

Takin over the world

Made of with your girl

Motherfucker recognize the nigga Hugh Heff'in it

Doin what you never did at double time, triple shot president

Ain't nobody better in the residence

Cream of the crop, seein' it stop

Over the top, bringin the soul makin it pop

Got a old school banger make you do the wop

Got a Louisville slugger make you diddy-bop

Ever incredible gotta keep it way ahead of you

Screamin at my niggas in the clink doin federal

No trip, no travesty

I call the lick now I'm up like anti-gravity

Spit words from the brain like charity

If hip-hop was a broad she'd marry me

Gotta keep it gutter, gotta get the bread, gotta get the butter

Make it hot, you can toast word to mother

[Layzie Bone:]

Just slipped through to spit some real thug shit!

AAAHHHH!!! lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Swizz Beatz)

[Busta Rhymes:]

Yeah, yeah

Woo! Yeah, woo! Yeah, woo! Yeah

Look

Niggas want me to busta rhymes, so ironic

It's Busta Rhymes, so iconic

Niggas can't fuck with the kid, you know the logic

Bounce dookie shit, 'fore we make it a topic

I'm shitting on niggas to where I need a colonic

Or when I'm showing up and only collecting the profit

Sha, sha, sha, que sera is how I picks it up

Making niggas put holes in the wall is how I rip shit up

'Tron, a lil yak and some kush is how I mix shit up

I love the way she gets down on her knees and how she licks it up

The way a nigga give you the shit and how he thinks it up

Look, pardon me, yeah look, peep how I lift shit up

[Swizz Beatz:]

Woo! Yeah, yeah

I just drop a big bag

I just drop a big bag

On a brand new

AAAHHHH!

Yeah I just pulled up to the club

With the top off, all new

AAAHHHH!

Woo! Went shopping four days, four days

Riding with the, riding with the

AAAHHHH!

Right! I don't really give a

AAAHHHH!

Now let the beat drop

Clap on, now we gon' clap on

Clap off, clap on, yeah we gon' clap on

Nigga talking all crazy, strap all on

Tell homies clap off from the clap

[Busta Rhymes:]

Clap off, clap on, bitch we back on

Wall in the west wing, hang my plaques on

I be blacking in this bitch 'til the whole track gone, King Kong

Got 'em bouncing off the walls, ping pong

Rolls Royce Wraith seats, I'm resting my back on

Bottles of 1942, getting my drank on

Funny how my mommy say she love my rap song

How a nigga keep it fresh, Balmain slacks

Now that's wrong, she ripping off her new black thong

Now she bugging, shorty, can't believe the dick that long

Collapse on the couch inside of my mansion

Wish y'all niggas could've really seen my reaction

[Swizz Beatz:]

Woo! Yeah, yeah

I just drop a big bag

I just drop a big bag

On a brand new

AAAHHHH!

Yeah I just pulled up to the club

With the top off, all new

AAAHHHH!

Woo! Went shopping four days, four days

Riding with the, riding with the

AAAHHHH!

Right! I don't really give a

AAAHHHH!

Now let the beat drop

Clap on, now we gon' clap on

Clap off, clap on, yeah we gon' clap on

Nigga talking all crazy, strap all on

Tell homies clap off from the clap

Blown lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. DJ Khaled & T-Pain)

[DJ Khaled:]

Let us all bow our heads

I only pray for some of you

'Cause some of you deserve

The exact beating you about to receive

We don't wish bad on no man

I ain't got no malice in my heart

I just want you to appreciate me

[T-Pain:]

Hey! Hey! Hey!

See I don't need nobody fake (fake)

Comin' all over my bed (bed)

Talkin' 'bout takin' my place that'll get me blown, blown (yes)

And yes I got a problem with you tryin' to be me

Well, it's just me tryin' to be me that'll get me blown, blown (huh)

And yes, I hate you hatin' on me

Unless you wanna see them lasers homie

All up in your face that'll get you blown, blown

And it's best that you don't come and test

Unless you got the vest on deck

If I feel that disrespect then a nigga gotta go, go

[Busta Rhymes:]

I work hard just to make the people wanna love me

Make the people wanna hug me

Make the people wanna see me

Make the people wanna touch me

Make the children wanna be me

Make the women wanna (rush me)

Sometimes it'll get a little ugly

When I be grindin' to get it

And you try to take it from me

And I be strivin' to rep it

Gotta get a little gully

'Cause you be tryin' to test

And started fuckin' with my (money)

Now I'm tired of you walkin' on a nigga and I'm (eyyy!)

Really tired of you talking bout a nigga when I'm (flip)

Only tryin' to be (me)

And everything that I can (be)

With all the pressure that you're forcin' on a nigga then I

Will do what I gotta do even if I gotta go

Wrap my finga on a trigga and (pull it)

Trust me, prolly gotta (bust me)

And know that I'm gonna defend a fool to the fullest

[T-Pain:]

See I don't need nobody fake (fake)

Comin' all over my bed (bed)

Talkin' 'bout takin' my place that'll get me blown, blown (yes)

And yes I got a problem with you tryin' to be me

Well, it's just me tryin' to be me that'll get me blown, blown (huh)

And yes, I hate you hatin' on me

Unless you wanna see them lasers homie

All up in your face that'll get you blown, blown

And it's best that you don't come and test

Unless you got the vest on deck

If I feel that disrespect then a nigga gotta go, go

[Busta Rhymes:]

I live and breathe what I do

Trust me you don't wanna go too far

I (husky) 'cause I put a little size on now

I don't wanna have to choke you par?

(So please)

Don't make me handle people that are look at you crazy

Hope you are

Just a little smarter than a rash homie

Finish with you, you gon' wish that you was close to God

'Cause I put all of my feeling

And I put all of my passion

And then look up to the ceiling

'Cause you know a nigga had to get another

Well, now ever ever make you think that you could

Come through and try to take what's mine

'Cause I'm willing to just to give my everything

And make the sacrifice and whatever

I'm made of always bringin' to the heaven, twice

'Cause I like repeating when I win

And it's only right nigga respect my grind

[T-Pain:]

See I don't need nobody fake (fake)

Comin' all over my bed (bed)

Talkin' 'bout takin' my place that'll get me blown, blown (yes)

And yes I got a problem with you tryin' to be me

Well, it's just me tryin' to be me that'll get me blown, blown (huh)

And yes, I hate you hatin' on me

Unless you wanna see them lasers homie

All up in your face that'll get you blown, blown

And it's best that you don't come and test

Unless you got the vest on deck

If I feel that disrespect then a nigga gotta go, go

[Busta Rhymes:]

You don't wanna (cross) that line (homie) you don't wanna (do that)

And I (pop) it and I prolly (make you) really wonder (who that)

And I (cock) it you don't want me (poppin') through your little doo rag

And I (drop you) once I really (got you) leave a nigga (blue black)

Then I come in and I hit 'em and I

(Make a) nigga (wanna) sit and think (about it) just a little

(Make a) nigga (really) wish you're in a (better) situation

(With some)body (he'll be) talking 'bout another nigga wig (flew back)

Now, let me give what I give to the people

While I walk and I cross under the bridge (so simple)

See the moral of the story of the song is dude you will let me live

While I beat that pavement and stay up in the street

And I meet that greatness and blazin' with the heat

(Look) and stand so firm on the ground that I walk on

Fake nigga earn your keep

[T-Pain:]

See I don't need nobody fake (fake)

Comin' all over my bed (bed)

Talkin' 'bout takin' my place that'll get me blown, blown (yes)

And yes I got a problem with you tryin' to be me

Well, it's just me tryin' to be me that'll get me blown, blown (huh)

And yes, I hate you hatin' on me

Unless you wanna see them lasers homie

All up in your face that'll get you blown, blown

And it's best that you don't come and test

Unless you got the vest on deck

If I feel that disrespect then a nigga gotta go, go

Bottles Up lyrics - Big Ali x Busta Rhymes x R-Wan

[Big Ali:]

All my real party people

Stand on them couches right now

Put your bottles up

Busta Rhymes, Big Ali New York City, R-Wan

Sparkles in the air...

[Busta Rhymes:]

Watch out, ma, you're in the danger zone

Just gimme the ass or leave me alone

Just do what I ask or you could go home

Shorty gettin' fast with me, I get nasty and groan

She with everything she love now I keep it good

Lickin' her mac lip gloss smellin' like cocoa butter

We in the corner where it's dark like close the shutter

Mamma thirsty and she want me to put it on her

It surely started on my own

She acting like I'm moving like she's takin' me home

Baby got horny on me once she saw my cologne

Now she wild up on me and she tryna sip a [?] of Patrón

You sip on my Cîroc while I'm all in the zone

Shorty bangin' lookin' like a young Nina Simone

I check it

She might already know how to act, go ahead

Open it up for me

Let me blow out your back...

Put them bottles up...

[Big Ali:]

What's up girl, let's get throwed

After the club, I take you home

But for now, here's some Patrón, Avión, [?], it's on

Shots, shots, shots, take it, damn it's hot

Let's get naked, let's get wasted

No ice, that's for watches, chains, braces

Bottles to ace, so many spades in the place

They callin' me Pokerface

Light up the place just like the sun in your face

You gon' need a pair of shades

To block all the glare

Sparkles high in the air, just to be perfectly clear

We raise the bar, then we buy it, buy it

Bottles up, let's start a riot, tipsy...

Put them bottles up...

Can You Keep Up lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Twista)

[Verse 1 - Twista:]

Now it's finna be some energy, we got the remedy

I'm in the vicinity of a nigga that can spit it with me

Feel the fire whenever we act up

Everybody else is incompatible with the artillery

So forget about it when you hear about it

Cause it's too fast when I pass the baton to Busta

[Twista and Busta Rhymes:]

Hit a victim in the middle of the body with a bullet and a rhythm

Every murder is a structure

[Busta Rhymes:]

Every time I hit you niggers with another jam be blacking

I be sounding like a nigger full of anger

Now I'm back to beat you in the head, I'll bring another banger

With my nigga Twist, everything we do be up to wanger

You don't really, really wanna see the way that I come

And I'll give it to you, get up on the ceiling see a nigga numb

Do it how I wanna do it 'till I make another nigga drop

I put my money on it, homie, I'm the one

[Twista:]

Go on here, pick it up, carry it the way you wanna carry it

Do whatever you wanna do

Show the competition how we gunning too when we coming through

Better never let a nigga never get in front of you

I wanna be, I wanna pro, wanna get in

Then racin' so fast, they call me flash

[Twista and Busta Rhymes:]

Don't nobody really wanna

We can hit 'em like a couple of millimeters

Woopin' a niggas' ass

[Busta Rhymes:]

Skibbedy boop, skibbedy bop, skibbedy beep

I'm skipping all over on another Just Blaze hit

Now I know a lot of y'all been sitting, waiting and wondering

Was we ever gonna do this shit

And then we came to hit 'em with another flow

Pop champagne, celebrate and kill another show

Gotta campaign, the greatest niggas, y'all already know that

Never do this kinda shit, Twista, get 'em, gotta go

Now I gotta ask y'all

[Hook:]

Can you keep up

[Verse 2 - Twista:]

Kill everybody cause I'm gunning outta stress

If I'm running outta breath, he gonna pick up where I left off

Keep him with me when he spitting cause the flow be the bidness

I'm a menace when I bust a lyrical tec off

Go faster than Ricky Bobby, kill him in Talladega Nights

[Twista and Busta Rhymes:]

Niggas try to get up, when a nigga hit up

When it I come I promise you gotta pay the price

[Busta Rhymes:]

Look, why don't everybody wanna come and try get a little taste

Of the shit I got, let me put it all up in your face

When I spit it I got a nigga wilding all over the place

Everybody better listen here

Cause you know when I bring him I will never, never stop

Make a nigga rewind and bring it back to the top

Throw the shit up in the streets and I be running every block

Everybody better stand clear

[Twista:]

Like a millimeter when I be booking the track up

Motivated for murder whenever I act up

A couple of phenomenal niggas can stack up

Gets anybody that wanna live in the back up

Killing everybody when I bust a clip off

Cause I'mma be attacking them with the insane flow

Then I be having them calling me Twista Phelps

And my nigga Buss like Usain Bolt

[Busta Rhymes:]

Shocked a nigga like I was a thousand volts

Now I'm feeling on the beat the way I'm feeling on the boat

The way I gotta kill 'em and the way I gotta flow

You don't really wanna test me, boy, cause I'll pop ya

When I'm in the spot you know you can't leave

I spit every word 'till, damn I can't breathe

You never heard 'till you nosebleed

Twista, please

Now you know I got ya

Now I gotta ask y'all

[Hook]

Can you keep up?

[Verse 3 - Twista:]

You can talk about it with a bunch of people

That say that I'm a lyrical manifestation of rhythm

[Busta Rhymes:]

Then I come and do the shit I gotta do and then I bang 'em

And get 'em and do it every single time I hit 'em

[Twista:]

When I do it its gotta be accurate

Like I'm attacking the rhythm with such a vocal tenacity

[Busta:]

See the way a brother blacking I'm back and infant

Cause every time we in the place you feeling the capacity

[Twista:]

I be coming with it, he be coming with it

And nobody really do it how we do it

And the flow is so fluid I gotta be an anomaly

Gotta be an Odyssey; the prodigy, and I'mma be the one to prove it

[Busta:]

Don't you ever forget it the way we coming

And they sending somebody, gonna probably be needing a medic

So give us the credit and I thought that we should oughta

Be coming to slaughter so call out the order see the way we do it

[Hook 2x]

Coming Off lyrics - Busta Rhymes

Yo, everytime I MC I'm coming off

Yes it's coming back to me

The B-U-S-T-A, HEY! Yo when I MC I'm coming off

Yes it's coming back to me

Yo, everytime I MC I'm coming off

Yes it's coming back to me

The B-U-S-T-A, HEY! Yo when I MC I'm coming off

Yes it's coming back to me

Yo, everytime I MC I'm coming off

Yes it's coming back to me

The B-U-S-T-A, HEY! Yo when I MC I'm coming off

Yes it's coming back to me

The B-U-S-T-A, HEY!

Salute in sight, or get caught in the crossfire

Crush and trip the circuits, my niggas is haywire

For sure corny nigga your time will soon expire

Retire cause your name ain't no longer on the flyer

You abuse your every blessing, go say another pray-er

Still on the first floor, I take you a level higher

Your Miss O'Hara a la sweater smear off your mascara

Can't take the heat, switch to eyeline, yo call Sara

Rhymes penetrate the flesh and effect the bone marrow

Your dry spell flows sound like they stranded in de Sahara

Smoke bombs, salute all my niggas who smoke charms

Let's take it to the garden or fields and smoke out the fat farms

OD'ing on the beat like the needles up in my arm

Then I whip your ass if you do not listen just like your moms

When I count to five, by the time I open my palm

I'ma fuck you up, like the United States got by Vietnam

I go...

Yo, everytime I MC I'm coming off

Yes it's coming back to me

The B-U-S-T-A, HEY! Yo when I MC I'm coming off

Yes it's coming back to me

Yo, everytime I MC I'm coming off

Yes it's coming back to me

The B-U-S-T-A, HEY! Yo when I MC I'm coming off

Yes it's coming back to me

Yo, everytime I MC I'm coming off

Yes it's coming back to me

The B-U-S-T-A, HEY! Yo when I MC I'm coming off

Yes it's coming back to me

The B-U-S-T-A, HEY!

Rhyme flows cause damage on niggas that's unforgiven

Faggot must be getting dick in the ass yo, how ya livin?

You must been driven two up your ass when you was in prison

Up in the streets frontin like you hardcore, that's done forbidden

Everytime I bomb this be predictions from Nostradamus

Busta Rhymes to fan bombs on your head and that's a promise

The one thing that seems to be funny yet never stated

Is that I been creatin shit niggas think they originatin

My displays make you feel like you need some x-rays

My music make y'all celebrate like important holidays

We got to break fool tactics and carry on with tradition

Whippin in the Tahoe, and we wild in the Exhibition

Wild bend your mindstate, smash your transmission

With no permission, you crossed the line and catch a whippin

Before I wash y'all niggas down like liquid detergent

Watch the flame before I overcook shit, and start the burnin

So, watch me turn it on y'all niggas that try to learn it

Gotta work to earn it, can't come in without a permit

So hot, the wicked shit soundin so official

Little whistles sign with the blast of my SCUD missile

Pass the peas international paper stackin G's

Overseas please you drivin nothin, pass the keys

Get subdued, watch me shoot dope, y'all know my attribute

HUH, make y'all niggas jump with no parachute, like

Yo, everytime I MC I'm coming off

Yes it's coming back to me

The B-U-S-T-A, HEY! Yo when I MC I'm coming off

Yes it's coming back to me

Yo, everytime I MC I'm coming off

Yes it's coming back to me

The B-U-S-T-A, HEY! Yo when I MC I'm coming off

Yes it's coming back to me

Yo, everytime I MC I'm coming off

Yes it's coming back to me

The B-U-S-T-A, HEY! Yo when I MC I'm coming off

Yes it's coming back to me

The B-U-S-T-A, HEY!

Endalay lyrics - Busta Rhymes & Swizz Beatz

[Busta Rhymes (Swizz Beatz):]

Dong, dong, dong

Gahng, gahng, gahng

Gohng, gohng, gohng

(Oh that's crazy

Swizz and Busta)

Come on!

[Busta Rhymes:]

Right before we run it all in the ground

Motherfuckers know we shutting it down

I dare y'all to say something

Motherfuckers want to give me a pound

Everytime we bring y'all niggas to say

We dare y'all to say something!

You can sit and watch the gat all the way round

Motherfuckers no we holding the crown

I dare y'all to say something!

Before we bring this shit that'll flood your whole town

Motherfuckers know we making y'all drown

I dare y'all

(Hey yo)...Bus Rhymes holding the fort

Read the report

MVP of the sport

You need to be taught

(Come on)

Snort whatever you snort

We coming up court

You know we never coming up short

So fuck what you thought

We high profile for this shit

I smile for this shit

I stack dough and make all my people just wil' for this shit

Hold it now!

We rolling it down

We holding it down

Thick money, folding it down in a hole in the ground

Stash more loot than before

A brute from before

Tell the truth and get used to leaving you boots at the door

We four, five, sixin' it up

We fixing it up

We keep the bitches stripping the way we be mixing it up

Come out from wherever you are, whoever you are

Incredible performance, their so unforgettable Star

They'll never find the get because I threw the barreta too far

Police go drive my whip, so I'm going to get a new car

(What the Fuck!)

Right before we run it all in the ground

Motherfuckers know we shutting it down

I dare y'all to say something

Motherfuckers want to give me a pound

Everytime we bring y'all niggas to say

We dare y'all to say something!

You can sit and watch the gat all the way round

Motherfuckers no we holding the crown

I dare y'all to say something!

Before we bring this shit that'll flood your whole town

Motherfuckers know we making y'all drown

I dare y'all

[Swizz Beatz:]

(Yo Busta)...I was born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto

I was born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto

I was born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto

I bang out beats in cars with ho stacks

Rap nigga putting out rock-n-roll tracks

Anything with wheels, playa I drove that

Y'all, six, Swizz, and Busta back

I be hearing that I'm drugged out

Because I be bangin them beats like I'm drugged out

I threw gerdems on the bus, threw the dubs out

One, niggas gettin robbed when the clubs out

Dog, and it gets ugly, and the hood loves me, and your chick know me, plus

Your man owes me

That clown don't pay

They straight killing homie

Y'all don't gotta like me, screw y'all , blow me

I walk up in the club bitches want to go to breakfast

Clowns lookin at me, niggas acting reckless

[Busta Rhymes:]

Right before we run it all in the ground

Motherfuckers know we shutting it down

I dare y'all to say something

Motherfuckers want to give me a pound

Everytime we bring y'all niggas to say

We dare y'all to say something!

You can sit and watch the gat all the way round

Motherfuckers no we holding the crown

I dare y'all to say something!

Before we bring this shit that'll flood your whole town

Motherfuckers know we making y'all drown

I dare y'all

I put my foot in your ass just like a kung-fu flick

Bust my tool quick hitting with the force of a mule kick

Spit fly shit as if I was bagging a new chick

Instead of biting mines, it be best you bite on the true shit

Funny how niggas be trying to do shit

When I rock a light bling all my pinky gleam in the blue shit

Bitches loving the way we always pass through shit

The way we rep the gutter and bring you the brand new shit

(Double back!)

Y'all niggas don't really want to trouble that

Brass knuckle beat you stupid, with a belt buckle rap

Couple cracks, some weed, back when we used to muscle that

And take a niggas shit like we like we fighting to get our hustle back

Used to be the shit, now you writing your suicidal rap

Fronting like your the champ, trying to get your title back

Remind me that, this could even cause a homicidal act

And if you blaming the music, watch me write the title track

The way that we kill and make you wanna cop that

Fucking with corny niggas you need to stop that shit!

Come on, please just let a nigga pop that shit

All in they trunk, you know you want to rock that

Stay repping the struggle

Busy pulling my man's up

Shit we giving y'all niggas might even swell y'all glands up

(Stop!)

All of my niggas, all of my bitches stand up

And rep whatever you repping

And put your fucking hands up

Right before we run it all in the ground

Motherfuckers know we shutting it down

I dare y'all to say something

Motherfuckers want to give me a pound

Everytime we bring y'all niggas to say

We dare y'all to say something!

You can sit and watch the gat all the way round

Motherfuckers no we holding the crown

I dare y'all to say something!

Before we bring this shit that'll flood your whole town

Motherfuckers know we making y'all drown

I dare y'all

Endalay, Endalay

Arriba, Arriba motherfucker

Endalay

Move from around these parts!

Get It lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Missy Elliott & Kelly Rowland)

[Kelly Rowland (Busta Rhymes):]

Get it, get it, get it, get it

Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin' (Yeah)

Get it, get it, get it, get it

Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin' (Oh yeah)

Get it, get it, get it, get it

Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin' (Sick)

Get it, get it, get it, get it

Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin' (Let's go)

[Busta Rhymes:]

Dressed, ready to impress, fresh up in my Louis suit

Step up in the cub, bitches line up ready to salute

Let me squeeze your juicy fruit, Mamis call me Huey Newton

Dapper like a cracker that's an act to gettin' movie loot

Get on your mark and get set, ready, go

Funny, but these niggas already know

That we're knocking on microphones

Just hadn't already shitted on niggas, miraculous flow

Got niggas tryna reappear while the damage is low

That's an emphatical "No"

Slap him up, clap him up, bundle these niggas like packages

Wrap 'em in bandages slow

See a lot of bitches in they Humvee 4

Coward niggas comin' in and we be flingin' the door

Pause for a minute, then I peel a little slow

Black, then I throw the West up at every hoe

Why y'all other niggas money slow?

Peep game, 'cause my money come retarded though

This shit here be the anthem for all of my bitches

And every one of my gangsters, yo, gangsters, yo

[Kelly Rowland (Missy Elliott):]

Get it, get it, get it, get it

Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin' (Yeah)

Get it, get it, get it, get it

Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin' (Oh yeah)

Get it, get it, get it, get it

Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin' (Sick)

Get it, get it, get it, get it

Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin' (Aw, let's go, let's go)

[Missy Elliott:]

Pop to the pop drop, like a drop top

Errbody lookin' when I step up in the spot

See the way I rock? I'm hot, you not

Errbody wanna clock, man, get off my jock

Errbody know Misdemeanor don't stop

And my records don't flop, got the game on lock

Not tick tock, six carats in my watch

Now, kiss my ass, haters, keep watch

Get it, get it, money, money, I get it (Get it)

Hundred grand in the club, I'll spend it (Spend it)

You lose, you lose, and I'm winnin'

Y'all lame doing nothing, know I been did it

Don't come at all or ya better come with it

Money in my bank be sippin' digits

See me buy bottles with no cash limit

Flow be tighter than skinny jeans fitted

There is no competition, I are the one, no competition

Lick a gyal, no competition

When mi come through, tell the fool "Better run"

Wanna battle me? Well, you a dum-dum

Not Kelly, but I give her motivation

My style you not takin', I'm Missy E, money maker

[Kelly Rowland (Busta Rhymes):]

Get it, get it, get it, get it

Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin' (Good)

Get it, get it, get it, get it

Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin' (So good)

Get it, get it, get it, get it

Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin' (Sick)

Get it, get it, get it, get it

Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin' (Here we go)

[Busta Rhymes:]

Y'all niggas already know what it is

Y'all niggas already know what I do

Every time we step up in the spot

Homie, I'ma take yo shine from you

Homie, you ain't got the slightest clue

Diamonds'll shine with the brightest blue

Niggas had to throw that money how we throw it

Funny, but they money on a diet, too

I ain't even knew him, why they try it, boo

'Cause I throw brass if a nigga tired

Broke nigga leave until they gone, gone, gone

Homie get a little inspired, too

Preach shit 'til another amp is smokin'

Spend til' I'm lookin' like a martian, floatin'

That motherfucker's lookin' at me all weird

Funny nigga, you ain't seen that God has spoken?

It's like they turnt the lights on, see the way we shine, bitch?

You spend 'til your bread gone, we spend like it's a crime, bitch

Homie, now throw that bread like you don't give a fuck

Shawty, go 'head, bend over, pick that money up

[Kelly Rowland (Busta Rhymes):]

Get it, get it, get it, get it

Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin' (Yeah)

Get it, get it, get it, get it

Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin' (Oh yeah)

Get it, get it, get it, get it

Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin' (Sick)

Get it, get it, get it, get it

Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin'

Girlfriend lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Vybz Kartel & Tory Lanez)

[Busta Rhymes:]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ayo, this shit sound like

This shit sound like the welcome music when you just landed in Kingston, Jamaica on a private nigga!

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Now let it go girlfriend

Bend and touch your toes girlfriend

Now all my chicks everywhere, hands in the air (show 'em!) and let em' know girlfriend

Yeah

Mami on the dance floor, she shake for me

Okra, steam fish prepare for me

Introduce her to my mother down a country (Fuck no!)

Make sure you never test me

Two branch chop off, roll up the sensi

Front up, burn one until it empty

Selector dem a play tune and me a MC

Oh no! Oh no! A oh no! Mi say, oh no!

All of the gyal dem me a dance, a it fi go so

Yeah yeah

Mami inna me section she a undress for me

In case you don't know, everything bless for me, Yeah!

Boof Baaf! Beat a little boy, carefully. Koof Kaaf!

The ghetto a cheer for me

Shoot that!

Gyal, pull down your brazier for me

A you that?

Now let it go girlfriend

Bend and touch your toes girlfriend

Now all my chicks everywhere, hands in the air (show 'em!) and let em' know girlfriend

[Vybz Kartel:]

Nicki Minaj booty, squeeze it

Bet you say you love stew peas

Riri, she have a fat coochie

Beyonce, big up Jay-Z

Ten gyal inna mi Benz, it's a Sex-UV

Fuck pon the seat, make the bedroom sleep

Plug in mi matic fi go pon the street

Look out the window, fucking police

Dawg, oh no, who called the po-po? That's a no no

Me soon know who dweet

Loud with the weed, me no care who see it

Busta, which gyal that? Who she?

Babes, you a forward?

[Busta Rhymes (Vybz Kartel):]

Now let it go girlfriend (Just come nuh)

Bend and touch your toes girlfriend (Gyal, whine!)

Now all my chicks everywhere, hands in the air (show 'em!) and let em' know girlfriend

[Tory Lanez:]

Skin out, undress for me

Rude boy the gyal dem believe

Hot fuck, she give one for me

Boyfriend a pree, she text and delete

Two gyal, one flex for me

Go pack clothes, me no catch disease

She want a man who a make money

Not a little dawg who a beg money

Suck pussy boy can't step to me

Money like it's make believe

Oh no

I know you've been on me

I got two tings on me right now

I know you've been low

It's time to let it go right now

[Busta Rhymes:]

Now let it go girlfriend

Bend and touch your toes girlfriend

Now all my chicks everywhere, hands in the air (show 'em!) and let em' know girlfriend

Now, wave your hand inna the air likkle higher

And show me what it do, girlfriend

Hey baby girl, I come and turn up the fire

Come get a better view, girlfriend

Hey baby girl, come and give it to me

Whatever you wanna do, girlfriend

The way you're dancing to my brand new song

Me love the way you move, girlfriend

Yeah, yeah

Sing like Tenor Saw, Frankie Paul, and Sluggy (Boom! Gunshot!)

Diamonds just a fall off of me

Disrespect and make all of dem bwoy turn duppy

You know that?!

Now let it go girlfriend

Bend and touch your toes girlfriend

Now all my chicks everywhere, hands in the air (show 'em!) and let em' know girlfriend

Yeah (yeah, yeah)

Yeah (yeah, yeah)

Yeah (yeah, yeah)

You can't tell me this shit don't feel like vacation

This shit feel like vacation nigga!

Intense lyrics - Blackway & Busta Rhymes

Snakes in the grass and I laugh at it

Gon take a lot more to get black rattled

Rise on the come up hand my brother the ladder

Y'all bum niggas still up in the crab barrel

I grew up with goats, mad cattle

You don't know the trouble my dad handled

Right from the go no parental control

I'm the old OIS in the bad Apple

Got a bad diet and all of you burgers

My ex would tell you that I don't deserve her

Broke up with her and went after the cake,

I guess I'm what you will call a deserter

I heard the talking and all of the murmur

Wanna bury my ops and do more than just hurt em

As a kid we all want to feel wanted at this point I'll settle for wanted for murder

I fear God never fear mans

Cut y'all off before the year ends

Still keep it quiet with all of my data and services, I never shared plans

Not in the mood focused on the cause

I doubt that I've been giving y'all a fair chance

Still on the move, if I pause I'm beating up niggas with my bare hands

Wish I was hood, if I was a killer I'd load up the chopper to air mans

Bullets the size of a beer, can make the niggas in your circle square dance

(Fah fah) like here again

Create a void in your pair of parents

Put some new rips in your pair of pants

Make something worse out your weird appearance

Aye

It's a homi homi

They hate seeing me rich and it got me rowdy

But we stick to the plan no doubt about it

I'm as slick as the man that said la-di-da-di

Man this shit is intense, sprinter da Benz

Inside a spaceship the outside a Van

Ahead of my time we ain't ever met

But I've been giving this dick to your bitch in advance, aye

No red meat I've been whipping a lamb

Shit is intense

Nigga better run my advance

Shit is intense

Tell her baby look at my dance

Shit is intense

Tell her baby look at my dance

Pull up in front with a couple of sprinters with bitches in em

Watching em bouncing all over the dick till I'm finish wit em

Cock it and aim it let it go watch how the bullet hit em

Just tell your lil homie to chill cause all I do is kill em

BANG!

Drop it and pop it and put it on me

Prove it and glue it and move it again baby do it for me

Lotta gorillas be moving and they run it through it for me

One is my bitch and I give her the ratchet to shoot it for me

I'm the numero uno I come in the place and fuck shit up as usual

You delusional bitch everything about me is the best undisputable

Everything bout me original and fucking up everything while we be keeping it lyrical

And most of you thinking you nice while I be at the pinnacle

You know to do when you see me just salute the general

Most of your niggas is pitiful

She loving my diamonds and all of my minerals

Blind bat niggas to the point when I'm shining and fucking up all of their visuals

And she love the way that I stunt

And I'm talking my shit and I get to the bag and I do what the fuck that I want

Destroy the building and fuck up the place and they say that it's that nigga fault

Shut the fuck up when I'm speaking and listen and respect the way that I talk (GENTLEMEN!)

Don't interrupt bitch I'm in a meeting

And I dare you to do it you catch a beating

You see one of my nigga'll leave you leaking

And I can give a fuck what you thought

It's a homi homi

They hate seeing me rich and it got me rowdy

But we stick to the plan no doubt about it

I'm as slick as the man that said la-di-da-di

Man this shit is intense, sprinter da Benz

Inside a spaceship the outside a Van

Ahead of my time we ain't ever met

But I've been giving this dick to your bitch in advance, aye

No red meat I've been whipping a lamb

Shit is intense

Nigga better run my advance

Shit is intense

Tell her baby look at my dance

Shit is intense

Tell her baby look at my dance

La La lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. 2 Chainz)

[2 Chainz:]

Ok this how I'm feelin

Red bitch with me, dark skin friend callin talkin bout come get me

F650 diesel fuel, I'm hungry, I'm so fly I eat eagle food

Warning I use weapons for my business too

Put the 40 to the dome of ya business suit (blaow!)

My bank roll on steroids and I'm on alloys and altoids

Smoking indo outdoors

La la la la la la la la la la

That's what I'm blowin on

La la la la la la la la la la

Cause all I blow is strong

La la la la la la la la la la

That's what I'm blowin on

La la la la la la la la la la

Cause all we blow is strong

Them niggas talking blah blah

And I'm smoking la la

Drop the top and show them tatas in the middle of the popeyes

First I eat a biscuit, then I hit my car lock

Pulled out the parking lot just like it was a car lot

Codeine diet, she on a protein diet

So high when I went to sleep I woke up tired

Two girls in the bed so I woke up smiling

And I keep killin shit I need anti violence

And I dress myself I'm so anti stylist

The shit I'm smokin on is so anti silent

Money piling up when I count I gotta climb it

Make it rain change the climate, take my ring and change the diamond

La la la la la la la la la la

That's what I'm blowin on

La la la la la la la la la la

Cause all I blow is strong

La la la la la la la la la la

That's what I'm blowin on

La la la la la la la la la la

Cause all we blow is strong

[Busta Rhymes:]

Long spliff that I be holdin between my fingers and I be holdin between my diamond rings

Higher than a muthafucka then I get to spittin and a spazzin and a shittin and a smashin err'thing

Nigga you don't see the way I run the city boy?

Smokin til a nigga look a lil shitty boy

Whoop the shit up outta nigga little pretty boy

Real G's up in the buildin me and Tity Boi

Why you nigga's never get it every single time I say the radio be tryna to edit everything I say

Cause I talk about the way I smoke a lot of weed and give the street the shit a nigga need to deal with everyday

You can never stop what I'm gonna do when I'm comin through you ain't gotta clue better know that

Then I put it down smoke another pound buy another round give me an L of dro let me blow that

[2 Chainz:]

La la la la la la la la la la

That's what I'm blowin on

La la la la la la la la la la

Cause all I blow is strong

La la la la la la la la la la

That's what I'm blowin on

La la la la la la la la la la

Cause all we blow is strong

La Mamá De La Mamá (Remix) lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Wisin, CJ & El Cherry Scom)

Yo, I got the bitches in the crib and bitches in the whip

They give me la mamá de la mamá de la mamá de la mamá

And every single time I pull up in the street

They give me la mamá de la mamá de la mamá de la mamá

When I'm in the club better know it's gon' pop

When I'm with this bitch, you better know it don't stop

Now I'm on a remix, where the money? Call the cops

You're 'bout to drop a brick and motherfucker better not

We 'bout to run the city even though I'm busy

Got the bitches really comin' with me, I don't care if they a thot

Drinkin' 'til we dizzy, you ain't fuckin' with me

Celebratin' if you runnin' with me 'cause we get this bread a lot

La mamá, put it in your mouth, like so

Bebé, you know what you doin', on your marks, set, go

Don't want no spit up on my carpet, no

Slurp it up, I love the way you clean it, you are like a pro

La mamá de la mamá

De la mamá de la mamá

De la mamá de la mamá

De la mamá-má-má

De la mamá de la mamá

De la mamá de la mamá

De la mamá de la mamá

De la mamá, de—

La mamá, mamá quiere má', má', má'

Cotizá'-zá'-zá', la chupa-pa-pa

Ustede' viven de paquete' bla-bla-bla

Como Missy, suena mi pistola, cha-cha-cha

Cha-cha-cha-cha, cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha

Como le mama' me la mama' tú me la va' a mama'

I wanna catch a kill, no cap (No cap)

Suck on my dick, no cap (No cap)

I wanna catch a kill, no cap, no cap

Suck on my dick, no cap, no cap

Sente que sente que sente que sente

Que sente que sente que sente a vai

Vai, vai, vai, vai, vai, vai, vai, vai

Sente que sente que sente a vai

Besito aguanta que sente a vai

Sente que sente que sente a vai

Besito aguanta que sente a vai

Vai, vai, vai, vai, vai, vai, vai, vai

Sente que sente que sente a vai

Besito aguanta que sente a vai

Tú ere' la mujer que má' ha mama'o

Nunca me ha' pegao' lo' diente'

¡Bárbara!

La mamá de la mamá

De la mamá de la mamá

De la mamá de la mamá

De la mamá de la mamá (La mamá de la mamá)

De la mamá de la mamá

De la mamá de la mamá

De la mamá de la mamá

De la mamá de la mamá (La mamá de la mamá)

De la mamá de la mamá

De la mamá de la mamá

De la mamá de la mamá

De la mamá de la mamá (La mamá de la mamá)

Mamajuana, mamadora

'Tá atrá' de lo' cheque' esa abusadora

Mamajuana, mamadora

'Tá atrá' de lo' cheque' esa abusadora

Vai lá, haha, ha

Tu mal chegou, quer botar para mamar

Vai passar mal, mas vou ter que ensinar

Tem que falar, princesa, safada, gostosa, maltrata

Se eu rebolar do meu jeito, te mato

Se merecer, te lo doy la mamada

Se eu balanço o rabo, é porque tu foi premiado

Não vem bater de frente que fica ruim pro teu lado

Mamá de la mamá, acho que entendi errado

Você nem chupou, tá querendo ser mamado

Diablo, mami, qué culazo (Culazo)

Dale cuchupla-pla-plai, cuchuplai-pla-plai

Cha, cha (Chucucha), cha, cha

Dale cuchupla-pla-plai, cuchuplai-pla-plai

Cha, cha, cha, cha

Dale cuchupla-pla-plai, cuchuplai-pla-plai (¡Rrra!)

Cha, cha, cha, cha (Cha-Cha-Cha-Cha-Cha-Cha-Cha-Cha)

Ey, jajaja

Cha, cha (Cha-Cha-Cha-Cha-Cha-Cha-Cha-Cha)

Cha, cha, cha, cha (Cha-Cha-Cha-Cha-Cha-Cha-Cha-Cha)

Cha, cha (Cha-Cha-Cha-Cha-Cha-Cha-Cha-Cha)

¡Somo' rico'! ¡Ah, jajaja! ¡Yupi!

Se formó y nadie la va a parar

Tú me lo pides y te lo voy a dar

W con El Animal (Yeah)

Tu pum-pum no me va a matar

Fuera de liga, liga

No quiero que pare', mami, siga

Llega y la rompe con las amiga'

Pa' que se muerdan las enemigas (Bebé)

Súbelo (¡Sube!), bájalo (¡Baja!)

Súbelo (¡Sube!), bájalo (¡Baja!)

Baila sexy con ánimo (Ah)

Que tú lo mueve' riquísimo (¡Prende!)

Dale, que sea físico (¡Duro!)

Aunque estemos en público (¡Duro!)

Exótico, tu cuerpo e' clásico (Doble)

Me tienes en estado crítico

Y muévelo, no te pare'

Juégalo, hasta el suelo

Muévelo, no te pare'

Juégalo, hasta el suelo

La mamá de la mamá

De la mamá de la mamá

De la mamá de la mamá

De la mamá de la mamá (La mamá de la mamá)

De la mamá de la mamá

De la mamá de la mamá

De la mamá de la mamá

De la mamá de la mamá (La mamá de la mamá)

De la mamá de la mamá

De la mamá de la mamá

De la mamá de la mamá

De la mamá de la mamá (La mamá de la mamá)

Mamajuana, mamadora

'Tá atrá' de lo' cheque' esa abusadora

Mamajuana, mamadora

'Tá atrá' de lo' cheque' esa abusadora (Yao)

Okey, por encima de lo' do' mil grado' Fahrenheit

Un solo bobo rompiendo el planeta (Prr)

El Alfa "El Jefe" (¡Wuh!)

Anitta

Wisin (¡Yah!) con Busta Rhymes

Mucha temperatura, tú no la aguanta'

Mucho tigueraje

W, El Alfa (¡Yah!)

Ante' de frontea' conmigo (¡Prr!)

Procura no te 'ten quitando la mita' (¡Yah!)

A ustede' le' cobran porciento hasta por respira'

¡Cha-el! (Mejor)

Modern Day Gangsters lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Labba, The Notorious B.I.G.)

[The Notorious B.I.G.:]

Yeah, ninety-six, for my Nostrand Ave niggas

My Fulton Street niggas (Hardcore for ninety-six)

Dangerous MC's

Uhh (Check it out), uhh

Diamonds on my neck, chrome drop-top

Chillin' on the scene, smokin' pounds of green

Ooh-wee, you see, the ugliest

Money-hungriest, Brooklyn Loch-Ness

Nine millimeter cock test, wan fi' test?

And the winner is, not that thinner kid

Bandanas, tattoos, my fist never bruise

Land still cruise, Frank White paid his dues

Ask who's the raw, bet they say "Poppa, very"

Look forward to me like commissary

All of a sudden, now everybody Big Willie

Done did it, come with it, get your head splitted

Or get your neck slitted, admit it, you overdid it

Your shit it just ain't got that loud

Gold tooth shine like "ta-dow"

Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow

By now you figure, he talkin 'bout that nigga

But your weak-ass assumptions, lead lead to dumpin'

IV to pumpin', you're feeling something

Catch my drift or catch my four-fifth lift

At least six inches, above project fences

Turn meat to minces, jumps turn to flinches

When I rain I drenches, cleared your park benches

Missed you by pinches, your talk is senseless

Actor needs chiropractor, for cracked jaw

Yes I rocked, your chatterbox

Dangerous you're not, I gets down

Twist your body round and round, upside down

[Roc Marciano:]

Is the love really there? (Is it?)

Do a thug shed the same tear? (Never know)

Throw your ice in the the air, we here

And we all gon' ball 'til the courts up here

Don't give a fuck what them niggas think we toting in here (Come on)

Is the love really there? (Is it?)

Do a thug shed the same tear? (Never know)

Throw your ice in the the air, we here

And we all gon' ball 'til the courts up here

Don't give a fuck what them niggas think we toting in here

[Busta Rhymes:]

Uh, smoke a little then we cut coke a little

And we skim a little off of the top

Taking you back when niggas use to snort coke

And toast through the hood and cry up to

Be the richest folk to float through the hood

Niggas doin' real good, it was evident in the testament

Was coke flow was good when Ronald Reagan was president

The say no to drugs slogan growing greatly irrelevant

Niggas gettin caught with bricks but still reaching the settlement

Niggas a get a one to three and come home in twelve months

Run up and take a niggas shit and eave 'em with twelve lumps

I've never been so willin' to put the thoughts of mo killin'

Into manufacturing a flow so bone chillin'

Icy with a pistol, nigga

Shit glitter like ballroom chandelier, crystal, nigga

Stack money as we live life simple

In the corner of the club sippin' on a Harvey's Bristol, nigga

C'mon, modern day gangsta shit

And die slow as we give you niggas cancer shit, c'mon

[Roc Marciano:]

Is the love really there? (Is it?)

Do a thug shed the same tear? (Never know)

Throw your ice in the the air, we here

And we all gon' ball 'til the courts up here

Don't give a fuck what them niggas think we toting in here (Come on)

Is the love really there? (Is it?)

Do a thug shed the same tear? (Never know)

Throw your ice in the the air, we here

And we all gon' ball 'til the courts up here

Don't give a fuck what them niggas think we toting in here

[Labba:]

What you know about a nigga murder, I got no chemical

Than courts in Miami water got shit federal

Time for that ass, I rather go to Little Haiti

Buy some bricks and then stash it

Head back north, cross 8 line to become the boss

Enforce the Laws, [?]

You want some motherfuckin' wholesale, keep it steppin'

No discount, player, no fuckin' credit

No shorts, I came to govern the laws (damn)

And you paying the price so you dying by the sword

You had a devil smokin with them rebels

We kill for money and power

Extortionin' my own hood and that shit's power

A black man crime call 'em a coward

A black man with knowledge we kill 'em tomorrow

Its sickenin', that's how our people live

We disrespect our elders and curse our Church Members

MTV Cribs lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Raekwon)

Hey yo, Pyrex vision, gangster intermission

Snow fishing over the stove, frozen glisten

Wall unit 360 spin, see the digital gym

There's the watch rack, right near the brims

Refrigerator see-through, walls got a different type texture

Peeped out the sectional true

Vodka mugs, Ace of Spade rugs, Louis cups and candles

Fila forks, gold Kangols

Travel over here, priceless lights

Tub full of ice

Granddaddy pinecones, leather bikes

Gear junkie, monkey Timbs blunt me

Yeah, kinda sloppy, my maids, they be coming in monthly

Silk towel, red leathers, green hats, mean sweater, jeans

You should let us be your stylist, get you better

Octagon mirrors, box of sneakers

Louis, Gucc', Nike, Clark, Avia I bought in Peru

Yeah, plasma toilet, Go Go Gadget stuff

If I gotta squeeze, running out of time

This automatic button right here blow the house down

I'm walking slow in my fire jumper

Tom Ford and Bloomberg got too

Polo drawers, go blast your door

Cover girl sent, tap it in the toilet seat

Yes, ladies and gentlemen. These are the most exotic illustrious mansions in the world. We will step inside. My nigga Bus-a-Bus next level, tri-dimensional sector of his exclusive imported ceramic style-slash-frontier shit Mr. Bus (Yo!)

Can you walk us through the front, sir?

I welcome y'all to my crib

The fortress of I self, lord and master

Crystal chandeliers looking like satellite dishes from NASA

Yeah, you niggas is bugged

Shoes forbidden in the crib, especially on my Alaskan polar bear rugs

Pictures with billies and parties out in Ibiza

Living room floor laced with imported marble from Indonesia

High ceilings, 18th century paintings is basic

With litters of money, many casinos in the basement

A million letter way a nigga parlay

With money to wrinkle your face up like a Shar Pei

Limited box of cigars from diplomats in Cubana

Rare art of Basquiat feeding fruit to Madonna

Copacabana, I'ma celebrate 'til they respect a

Success story with trucks unloading imperial nectar

Too many whips, I built a valet

100,000 dollar drapes

Dancing and swinging like a ballet

I showed you all enough to where this shit's a hassle

I'm sorry, your time is up, niggas, now get up out my castle

Players (DJ Saige Remix) lyrics - Coi Leray & Busta Rhymes

Yea

Cus girls is players too

Yea

Cus girls is players too

Cus girls is players too

Bitches getting money all around the world

Cus girls is players too

What you know about living on the top

Penthouse suites looking down on the opps

Took em for a test drive

Left em on the lot

Time is money so I spent I on a watch

Lil titties showing thru the white tee

You can see the thong busting out my tight jeans

Rocks on my finger like a nigga wifed me

Got another shawty she ain't nothing like me

Bouta catch another flight

The apple bottom make him wanna bite

I just wanna have a good night

I just wanna have a good night

Hold up

If you don't know know you know

If you broke then you gotta let him go

You can have anybody enie miney moe

Cus when you a boss you can do what you want

Yea

Cus girls is players too

Yea

Cus girls is players too

Cus girls is players too

Bitches getting money all around the world

Cus girls is players too

It never ends

The way we doing it

How we fucking them up again

Look how we gottem

Yo Saige you killing em with the blend

Yo Coi be bodying shit no matter how they pretend

Clear the block forever knowing my shit hot

Flirting with a nigga while twerking on TikTok

Hurting everything like we working to pitch rock

Playing with the cooch like Penelope pitstop

We was quiet for a minute we back at the tip top

Finagling your way to be part of the rich crop

Classic with the bounce we controlling a sick bop

Mastered everything now we watching you flip flop

Had to pull up just to complete it you know we never stop

Fucking shit up bad every single time that I drop

You seeing me with the women doing shit that you not

I had em playing with you niggas until they hitting the spot

Like that

Like that, that, that

That, that, th-th-th-that, that, that

Like that

I go, on and on and on again

He blowing up my phone

But I'm ignoring him

He thinkin he the one

I got like 4 off him

Yea I'm sitting first class

Like valedictorian (uh)

Came a long way from rag to riches

5 star bitch yea I taste so delicious

Let him lick the plate

Yea I make him do the dishes

Now he on the news talking

Cus a bitch went missing (sheesh)

Bouta catch another flight

The apple bottom make him wanna bite

I just wanna have a good night

I just wanna have a good night

Hold up

If you don't know know you know

If you broke then you gotta let him go

You can have anybody enie miney moe

Cus when you a boss you can do what you want

Yea

Cus girls is players too

Yea

Cus girls is players too

Cus girls is players too

Bitches getting money all around the world

Cus girls is players too

Show Ya G-Stro lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Pharrell)

[Chorus:]

Still in the front and shake it out for the go

Still in the front and shake it out for the go

Still in the front and shake it out for the go

Still in the front and shake it out for the go

Lets go

(oooh aaah show ur g stro)

(oooh aaah show ur g stro)

(oooh aaah show ur g stro)

(oooh aaah show ur g stro)

[Verse 1]

Ma get down to the drum

When it come to the crack you know to where too get it from,

I'm the unbelievable unstoppable as logical,

I'm setting it of, now take your draws of (ho)

Now, go'head and do ya little thang,

I love when you ass go bri bibibi pong pa ting,

I analyse emotion when you rockin' with a swing,

Looking' just keep it going and make it poppin' till it sting (oh, shit)

With ya supernova ass

Put it on me you see my chick spillin' out of on my glass now (now)

Don't even worry bout it mami keep it gunna? (sup)

On of another glass and a bottle phor another one (ha)

Lean over put ya head back quick,

Will I'm get ya something maybe you wanna spread that shit,

Go'head and spread that sick,

Get that sick ass over here dude and I'm saying (yeah thats it)

[Chorus:]

Still in the front and shake it out for the go

Still in the front and shake it out for the go

Still in the front and shake it out for the go

Still in the front and shake it out for the go

Lets go

(oooh aaah show ur g stro)

(oooh aaah show ur g stro)

(oooh aaah show ur g stro)

(oooh aaah show ur g stro)

[Verse 2]

Two thousand and nine bus rhyme back up on the seen,

Back against ya with a pocket full of cream,

I think of in a baza? I give it niggas classics,

Gettin' money nation when ya niggas how to live,

Jump off we get the party let's get it right (what)

Now all of my bitches let's take it to the crib (now)

Leave them twenty niggas rottin' ya know,

They say you nothing saying they do is a anu? never did (what)

Now why you with me baby (classy stands) how they would (nasty beats) that's what they (used to say)

Tekaka-ooe,

I can't define a men for tryin'to define yo ass, (cause I was used to blam, well how ya play now, oh stop)

We takin' over with ya big ass, (pedoe paf)

Knockin' me over ay yo seek as I say so and get low,

Ass to the floor baby now show me ya g-stro,

[Chorus:]

Still in the front and shake it out for the go

Still in the front and shake it out for the go

Still in the front and shake it out for the go

Still in the front and shake it out for the go

Lets go

(oooh aaah show ur g stro)

(oooh aaah show ur g stro)

(oooh aaah show ur g stro)

(oooh aaah show ur g stro)

[Bridge:]

It's the break down, it's ya favorite part,

It's the break down, keep it going don't stop,

It's the break down, make it do what it do,

It's the break down, act like it's made for you,

Get ugly act retarded, scruns that face move that body,

Break down, what what break down,

[Verse 3]

Here I am

B.r.a.w. so fuck with me I'm here to bring dubble,

To the plat? and a feeling and retrieving a million,

Trip? up with the bitches exotic and fuck me brazilian (ha)

Ha ha ha, laugh at a bunch of you niggas,

When I'm comming I switch it like a camilion,

And then decided it back and find a g-stro candidate,

To swimming it commin' swallow my children,

(aaa-ha ha ha)

Go'head and sing my song gettin' money you bitches,

Now tell me what you really want,

Back on my bu bu bullshit I move quick pullsix,

Bitches make it to sit on my poolstick, (to the left)

I seek yo ass is ready willing enable, (to the right)

Yo ass is knockin' my bottles of the table (shit)

You see he's out in the spot so let's go,

Strip down on ya g-stro before the club go,

[Chorus:]

Still in the front and shake it out for the go

Still in the front and shake it out for the go

Still in the front and shake it out for the go

Still in the front and shake it out for the go

Lets go

(oooh aaah show ur g stro)

(oooh aaah show ur g stro)

(oooh aaah show ur g stro)

(oooh aaah show ur g stro)

Still in the front and shake it out for the go

Still in the front and shake it out for the go

Still in the front and shake it out for the go

Still in the front and shake it out for the go

Lets go

(oooh aaah show ur g stro)

(oooh aaah show ur g stro)

(oooh aaah show ur g stro)

(oooh aaah show ur g stro) make it poppin' till it sting (oh, shit) With ya supernova ass Put it on me you see my chick spillin' out of on my glass now (now) Don't even worry bout it mami keep it gunna? (sup) On of another glass and a bottle phor another one (ha) Lean over put ya head back quick, Will I'm get ya something maybe you wanna spread that shit, Go'head and spread that sick, Get that sick ass over here dude and I'm saying (yeah thats it) [Chorus:] Still in the front and shake it out for the go Still in the front and shake it out for the go Still in the front and shake it out for the go Still in the front and shake it out for the go Lets go (oooh aaah show ur g stro) (oooh aaah show ur g stro) (oooh aaah show ur g stro) (oooh aaah show ur g stro) [Verse 2] Two thousand and nine bus rhyme back up on the seen, Back against ya with a pocket full of cream, I think of in a baza? I give it niggas classics, Gettin' money nation when ya niggas how to live, Jump off we get the party let's get it right (what) Now all of my bitches let's take it to the crib (now) Leave them twenty niggas rottin' ya know, They say you nothing saying they do is a anu? never did (what) Now why you with me baby (classy stands) how they would (nasty beats) that's what they (used to say) Tekaka-ooe, I can't define a men for tryin'to define yo ass, (cause I was used to blam, well how ya play now, oh stop) We takin' over with ya big ass, (pedoe paf) Knockin' me over ay yo seek as I say so and get low, Ass to the floor baby now show me ya g-stro, [Chorus:] Still in the front and shake it out for the go Still in the front and shake it out for the go Still in the front and shake it out for the go Still in the front and shake it out for the go Lets go (oooh aaah show ur g stro) (oooh aaah show ur g stro) (oooh aaah show ur g stro) (oooh aaah show ur g stro) [Bridge:] It's the break down, it's ya favorite part, It's the break down, keep it going don't stop, It's the break down, make it do what it do, It's the break down, act like it's made for you, Get ugly act retarded, scruns that face move that body, Break down, what what break down, [Verse 3] Here I am B.r.a.w. so fuck with me I'm here to bring dubble, To the plat? and a feeling and retrieving a million, Trip? up with the bitches exotic and fuck me brazilian (ha) Ha ha ha, laugh at a bunch of you niggas, When I'm comming I switch it like a camilion, And then decided it back and find a g-stro candidate, To swimming it commin' swallow my children, (aaa-ha ha ha) Go'head and sing my song gettin' money you bitches, Now tell me what you really want, Back on my bu bu bullshit I move quick pullsix, Bitches make it to sit on my poolstick, (to the left) I seek yo ass is ready willing enable, (to the right) Yo ass is knockin' my bottles of the table (shit) You see he's out in the spot so let's go, Strip down on ya g-stro before the club go, [Chorus:] Still in the front and shake it out for the go Still in the front and shake it out for the go Still in the front and shake it out for the go Still in the front and shake it out for the go Lets go (oooh aaah show ur g stro) (oooh aaah show ur g stro) (oooh aaah show ur g stro) (oooh aaah show ur g stro) Still in the front and shake it out for the go Still in the front and shake it out for the go Still in the front and shake it out for the go Still in the front and shake it out for the go Lets go (oooh aaah show ur g stro) (oooh aaah show ur g stro) (oooh aaah show ur g stro) (oooh aaah show ur g stro)

The Woman You Love lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Ashanti)

[Busta Rhymes:]

Written entertainment

Ashanti

We missed you baby

Busta, bus

Turn my music

High, high, high, high

[Ashanti:]

With one up on my pride

You're never satisfied

You made me feel like I wasn't worth being by your side

I done sacrificed, all of my damn time

Giving you all mine

You see me dying inside

Trying to see

Trying to find

Trying to be

The woman you love

Tried everything

But it just don't seem like it's enough

Hey baby, tried to believe

But I'm tired of being tired

Trying to love

Trying to fight

And I'm running out of tries

You're just no good

With everything that I gave

And all the love that we made

It never shoulda took place

I gave you my heart

You betrayed and I know

I should have let you go

Cause I'm back where I was before, baby

Trying to see

Trying to find

Trying to be

The woman you love

Tried everything

But it just don't seem like it's enough

Hey baby, tried to believe

But I'm tired of being tired

Trying to love

Trying to fight

And I'm running out of tries

You're just no good

[Busta Rhymes:]

Look

I know you rap with the moves I'll be making, yes

Though we go through trials and tribulations, yes

It don't matter how difficult it'll get

I love you regardless the situation

I see you drew a line all in the sand

You ain't gotta lead me, hold my hand

Every time I get up and I think about the way we feeling all

I say is damn

I know at times I really hurt your head

And I've stressed you out

And really get you fed up

I ain't never never gonna let up

Unless it makes you happy for me to shut up

But I ain't shutting up, because I really wanna give it to you

I can't replace the feeling when we get it with each other

And I ain't trying to lose you

Now what you expect me to do

Let's take a trip and go to Honolulu

Come on, maybe we can spend some time together

Try to make it better girl, I choose you

But if you ain't with it and we are really done

I respect it, and baby I'm a go

But once I walk out the door, I ain't never coming back baby

Hell no

[Ashanti:]

Trying to see

Trying to find

Trying to be

The woman you love

Tried everything

But it just don't seem like it's enough

Hey baby, tried to believe

But I'm tired of being tired

Trying to love

Trying to fight

And I'm running out of tries

You're just no good