Steppin' It Up lyrics - A Tribe Called Quest (feat. Redman)

[Q-Tip] Phiiiiiife Dawg

[Phife] Yo Kamal

[Q-Tip] Reggie Noble

[Redman] Up in ya!

[Q-Tip] Yo Busta Bus, yo it's time to step up

[Busta Rhymes]

You know I plas-ter, the little bas-tard

and mastered the real way you slap the bitchest niggaz backwards

Hah! Uh-oh, aiyyo, whenever Busta Rhymes say so (mmmhmm)

when we move yes (mmmhmm) sometimes we lay low (mmmhmm) aiyyo (yo)

Big up my little nigga Pedro

Make you after the L like turkey, cheese and to-ma-to (to)

Fuck is that? Especially for niggaz that will pay no

attention to instructions, like they still wan' disobey y'all

Wonderin how it's activate real quick?

But then I could grow about five feet more with an extra dick!

One dick to hold in my hand when I'm rockin the mic

The extra dick to blow up the pussy for the rest of the night

Then I return with more lyrics like a bunch of rough niggaz

They tough niggaz that snuff niggaz (hah)

I know the club got enough niggaz (huh!)

to slap your face, expert, who the next jerk, to make me

exert heat? FUKKIT, let me network!

[Redman] Ha-hah!

[Q-Tip] Yo Reggie Noble

[Redman] Feel me, yo Busta Bus

[Busta] What up?

[Q-Tip] Yo Phife Dawg, yo it's time to step up

[Phife]

Yo what the fuck, ungh!

Check it here, peep the four-man transaction (action)

Phife diggy Dawg, we on some Todd Shaw mackin (mackin)

You know my stee', there's no time for relaxin (relaxin)

Word to Reggie (Phife Dawg) yo it's _Time 4 Sum Aksion_

Girl swing yo' ass, I can feel you climaxin (climaxin)

Don't even front, you know you wanna make it happen (make it happen!)

Yo Busta Bus, do you hear Violator faxin? (mad faxin)

Eighty G's for one show (eighty G's yo) that's satisfaction (satisfaction)

Now which emcee feel like he fuckin with dis heah? (This here)

Word to Queens, I keep shit hot like a canish, yeah (Nish yeah!)

Malik is back, I'm here to make you look foolish (foolish)

My roughest niggaz in the Apple (Apple) on Coolidge (Coolidge)

Remember White Shadow? My click stay sharper than an arrow (c'mon)

Plus in Trinidad I'm treated like the mighty sparrow (uh-huh)

Freestylin son, like there was no tommorrow (fuck it up nigga fuck it up)

Hence the reason why your bitch ass would love to follow (what?)

Two different toasters in your chest will make your shit hollow

How's about them apples, oh is it too hard to swallow?

Push your wig back, word to Big Moot and Bolo

Billy Razor, Fudge Lover, on down to Shine Lightro (Love Movement)

Yo Bootsy takes this mic from this fool see, make him run it

Five-foot invasion son, you can't run from it

[Busta] Yo Reggie Noble

[Redman] Blaoowww, yo Phife diggy!

[Phife] What up?

[Busta] Yo yo Kamal it's your time to step up!

[Q-Tip]

Check it out, the original, shit, we makin it

Takin it, to the extremes, we breakin it

When we get, inside a zone then you feel that it's good

All you jelly cats stop marinatin my wood

Niggazm grab the mic with loads of malarky

I bring the knowledge and wield the anarchy

Put it on pooh-butts who's unsettled with ignorance

Give the last sentence with poignance and diligence

Eighteen wheelin through niggaz like truckers

Breakin ankles, put it on like we at the ruckus

Guaranteein that shorty can move it around

In the place that gets you hot but leaves you here on the ground

Contenders don't you even think to challenge the crown

Of these brothers who so elequently hold the beat down

Fuck the rigamarole, we vyin for the control

We the musical equation of the whole entire nation

[Q-Tip] Yo Phife Dawg

[Phife] Yes Kamal

[Q-Tip] Busta Bus

[Busta] What up?

[Q-Tip] Yo Reggie Noble yo it's time to step up

[Redman]

Yo yo

I'm just a ill nigga who don't got it all up stairs

Riding dick, get the balls til they come in pairs

Oh yeah, throw the goggles on these engineers

Cause it might, get kinda wet when I spit this here

Yo, I'm six-foot-one with a big ass gun

To carry it you'd need a waistline the size of Big Pun

But I move crowds without a gun

like if -- The New York State Lottery is ninety nine million!!

Hah-hah, yo, when it's time to flow I suprise and blow

five hundred thousand units off a dime a trow

Forty below, I'm thorough when it's time to throw

the caboose, I'm even hard to be touched by a masousse

Whoo-whoo! Funk Doc gets the money

and best believe I went through more trees than Sonny

Me, Kamal, Busta Bus, Phife Dawg

Shittin, pussy niggaz get Lysol!

Heh heh heh

Add On Interlude lyrics - Busta Rhymes

[Q-Tip & Busta Rhymes:]

I'm not gonna be one of them niggas

That just wrap up in my blanket

And be like "I did this, i did this"

(Busta Rhymes laughs)

That's why I'm still here fucking around (Word up)

You know what I'm sayin?

Because it's like we love it (Real Talk)

You know what we gonna do, like this is what it is, you know what I'm sayin?

(No question no question)

You know, whats done is done, the history

I'm thankful and grateful for it but it's done now, you know what I'm sayin?

I'm still here, the creator's still got me and got him

So now we just gotta, in this moment look forward (and add on) and hopefully add on (add on)

The Abstract & The Dragon lyrics - Busta Rhymes

[Verse 1 - Busta Rhymes:]

One time yo

Watch how I kick it and rhyme slow

With the slimes though

Fleet of Suburbans and Tahoes

Time to push out

Niggas are back, the tools out

Word to King Tut, we shakin' they takin' they boobs out

Bitches frantic

Then fuck with a nigga, I say it best

Bring your girl shorty, both you can come do a taste test

Now they both trynna play though

I love the way they handle me

Could do this everyday though

Let 'em suck it all up out of me

Let 'em loose, they come back and do it the same way

To make 'em sickle down a bit while they give me their ashtray

While they also bring a nigga that money, it's pay day

What the fuck nigga?

[Hook - Busta Rhymes:]

Ain't no way in the world

Shit ain't bangin' through your speaker while we fucking shit up

My chain haningin and we had to build [?]

This shit is ringing and incase you didn't know its The Abstract & The Dragon

Boom, Bap, original rap

Boom, Bap, original rap

[Verse 2:]

Bitch The Dragon is back!

Oh no, with The Abstract

Rappin' and lettin' the bass go

Then we blaze those

Making 'em blacker than disco

With a fist full of money, we bakin' a pistol

Its official

When I come through, my clique whole

Shit to let off, and let the shit blow (Boo!)

Then we all go get this money and pack the paid show

Then we black from the front to the back

See, they know to spot it

Back of the cockpit

The shit is not a secret, niggas know how we lock shit

And how we flock shit when we come and make 'em salute niggas

Back they [?] and pop their shit in the club, and shoot niggas like

See, we back with the bang bang

And the boom bap, nigga we give you the dang thing

Yo, Kamaal, I know you wanted to rhyme

It's my fault, well, I'm excited by the slap you made

Bring on the onslaught

Mister Abstract, I see you done dug up back in the vault

Yeah, we back up in the kitchen and giving 'em what they want

Yeah, we pack shit thicker than niggas in banquets

Get your blankets

Most of you niggas need practice

Rehearsal with the hearses and line up the caskets

Lot of rapper niggas actors and move like an actress

We 'bout to hit you with the heat 'cuz we know when you're anxious

Aiyo, Kamaal, let's fuck 'em up and take 'em through the track list

Wild Hot lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. A Tribe Called Quest)

[Hook x2 - Q-Tip & Busta Rhymes:]

I got the busta bust

Yo, we make the shit wild hot

I got Kamaal

Complete, we make the shit wild hot

I got the busta bust

Yo, we make the shit wild hot

All y'all rude boys lick a shot (gun shot)

[Verse 1 - Q-Tip:]

I be the all-I-seein'

The MCin'

Human bein'

Soon to be in your museum

When I'm in your colisseum

I'm MCin'

Punishin' wack niggas for disagreein'

Did you see him?

No, cause he move like the wind, in flight

Counter-attack like a Jedi Knight

If you're goin' to think about combatin'

General Patton

Of this MC shit you dick, chillout

You just a private in the lower class

I be the upper echelon

Don Juan, when the mic's on

Chief Abstract, Ace Quasimoto

Fuckin' with me, you'll be finished like photo

I'm sure to bust your shit like bolo

Black Nation needs a team, fuck solo

I can see ya in your eyes the webness

When your ass starts to cry it's redness

You can witness the style that I kick from the linguistics

But please come specific

Dealin' with the Tribe, but you never can

My nigga Busta Rhymes about to get his man

Ay yo, we do it like this and then we do it like that

It's the Abstract with the new format

We do it like this and then we do it like that

It's the Busta bust with the new format

[Verse 2 - Busta Rhymes:]

FIGARO, Figaro, Figaro

Bust yo shit, scar yo windpipes and make me break yo elbow

Put my foot in your ass slow

Feel the force like a race horse or like a heard of buffalo

Teel me why you be actin' soft

Freak the Spanish flow

Like Julio ?Lepingpacndahoe?

Freeze like chilly Willy the Eskimo

Vigilante like Steven Segal

Now bust the desperado

You fuckin' with the all time pros

While the zoom lens ammorate niggas from transistor radios

Mission Impossible without expose

Once I diagnose those who be creepin' blow 'em off they tippy toes

Sorry, fake nigga that's how it goes

Sport the suede-front bullet proof vests in case

You complicate my dough

Handle situations pronto

While appearances got you all hearin' this when I be doin' cameos

Shit be Wild Hot like Tabasco

Fuck the fool-ass nigga trespass and caught him in my last zone

Stick a nigga bad like the last hole

Runnin' up on muthafuckas late night jumpin' out the astro

No, No,No,No,No

If you violate I start to dictate just like Fidel Castro

Make you dreadlock yo' afro

And when I'm done I ride of with theme music by my man D'Angelo

We make the shit Wild Hot

[Hook]

Thank You lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Kanye West, Q-Tip & Lil Wayne)

[Lil Wayne:]

Woo! Welcome to the bank

Where you deposit Young Money

And, and you get Cash Money

I'm Tunechi the boss

And live from the vault, is Busta Buss

[Busta Rhymes:]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo

Swag mania, pop that goes most, carry the most

Beautiful bitches with us happily toast

Keep the faculty close, gross when we give them a dose

Got them OD-ing, leaning in each Coast

Scenery froze, take notes, rock Rolls, diamonds that fit us

Chanel minks in the winter, who fucking with us?

We coming to give them the shivers, watery flows spilling like rivers

Flooding the street, hoping niggas swimming is moving gorillas

King Kongs, Godzillas when we roll up

Seat filling niggas, get up when we show up

[Q-Tip:]

Uhh, shit

Please don't throw up, hold your liquor, grow up

If you robbing niggas, we gon' show you how to blow up

Thank your lucky stars it's the Rap Czar, tuck your shit in

My niggas bite like Rin Tin Tin, my chagrin

You never win, model thin, walking crack in your shin

She gives in every time that I spin

Square up, bow down to the kings of the hall

We wade on, talk shit while we ball so what's cracking with y'all?

[Busta Rhymes:]

Native New Yorker, the slick talker keeps it in order

Call the reporter, stepping like British walkers

Legendary swag flu and see the influence, just see how we do it

Get them into it steadily, God I'm stupid, so undisputed

Act fool, back tool until they pop off

Police crowd up the street, blocking them off, locking them off

Got these niggas wilding while I signal my soldiers

Bossing it up, maintaining composure, stand on the sofa

Thirty bottles, twenty waitresses, bring them over

See how we light up shit, nigga, call the promoter

And tell that nigga bring the bag, better hurry up with it

And count the money up proper, cause you can get it!

[Alicia Myers (Kanye West):]

I want to thank You, Heavenly Father

(Yeah, it feel good, don't it? Uhh)

For shining Your light on me

(It feel good, don't it? Uhh)

I want to thank You, Heavenly Father

(Ay, I want to let y'all know)

(Ay, ay, I want to let y'all know, this Yeezy)

For shining Your light on me

(And you listening to Q-Tip)

[Q-Tip:]

Settle up, stiletto up, saddle up and let's go

Good times, only difference, niggas making it though

Chatter is up, peep the way we batter it up

On top of the mountain, folding the ladder up

You dead and done, rip up your paper 'cause your status is none

Transfixed on the strengths of the page, whether chopper or gauge

You're just a single cause you wouldn't engage

Turnt up with the script on the cup, you keep the goblets with us

[Busta Rhymes:]

See how we push sometimes a man fi get kuff?

Beat him in the head, boop-be-de-de-boff, zippity-boof

Beat him in the head again, "Stop killing me, wolf"

Whop, beat a nigga till he drop, piggity-poof

Oxy in me pulse, he don't want no problem with niggas

Fuck it, let's get to drinking, poison our livers

Dammit we sinners, when me and Abstract together, see we deliver

She got me touching it, fucking on all my fingers

Dammit we winners, pillar of this rap shit, homie they know

Kill everything until it's time for me to go

That's when I bomb it with a blow and then I black and get a little bit dummy

The microphone is bleeding, you should take it from me

[Q-Tip:]

Incredibly we do it and it resonates the music, iTune it, YouTube it

It could never ever be refuted

It's gnarly for niggas and naughty for ninas, bitches and ballerinas

Ballers and in-betweeners, blatant nonbelievers and overachievers

Kicking it in Pele Adidas, drink Alizé liters

All of you must reconcile a leader

She's begging to eat us and her man's attitude defeat us

But never a scandal because me and Bus, we're prone to handle

We're gentlemen

[Busta Rhymes:]

Not to mention, we're veterans, second, he need some medicine

Before I black as he get off my premises

Better fly, you pelican, idiot ass niggas but then again

You need a suit for your funeral measurements

See me doing it effortless, it's never getting no better than this

Giving your shit to convince a better preference

Watch me turn them to skeletons, see how I come and bring out the betterness?

Time is with it, I rep the foreverness

Flying United Emirates, sized private plane, that kind of etiquette

Purchasing diamonds, handle them delicate

Now you need you a better ref

You could peep us regulating, see we all in this bitch like we ain't never left

[Alicia Myers:]

I want to thank You, Heavenly Father

For shining Your light on me

I want to thank You, Heavenly Father

For shining Your light on me

I know it couldn't have happened without You

Ooh-ooh, without You

Ooohh, without You

Ooohh, without You

One Two Shit lyrics - A Tribe Called Quest (feat. Busta Rhymes)

[Intro: Q-Tip, Phife Dawg, Busta Rhymes]

One two, one two

One-wa-wa-one, one two one two [3X]

Yo it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down

Yes I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound

It go

One-wa-wa-one, one two one two [2X]

And it's the, Phife Dawg, and I do the same

And when it comes to rippin mics aiyyo it ain't no games

One-wa-wa-one, one two one two [2X]

Aiyyo you know it's Busta Rhymes, ev-ery time

Oh yes, I'm comin wicked with the new design

I'm sayin

One-wa-wa-one, one two one two [2X]

[Verse One: Q-Tip]

MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes

Don't do the crime if you can't do the time

The time is eternal when you play with the miser

Soul is in my body, and the health make me wiser

The tantalizing wordplay yeah that's the joint

Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point

Brothers need to come, with better, compositions

I write, and recite, to make, good position

In this, rap game here, we en-gineer

Stabbin up the jam yeah son shit's clear

And I be kickin rhymes in my own damn way

Beatin niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray

Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool

My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool

Peace to C-Seventy-Three, and C-Seventy-Fo'

Do a little somethin when I'm out on tour

Comin thru like narcotics for the antibiotics

Flappin shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets

What you really need to do is just boogie your ass

It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last

Let the good times roll, cuz we in control

Take you out on your high less you payin a toll

Let the good times roll, let the good times toll

Take you out on your high less you payin a toll

[Verse Two: Phife Dawg]

Question

Why is that, MC's be wack

And major labels wanna sound like crap

Aiyyo Funk Dat!

Word to life I'm comin rugged

Cuz once you add the hip to the hop kid, it equals out to love

If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it

Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks Renuse it

Put down the mic kid, cuz you gets no dap

How long did it take for you to see you can't rap

The name is Phife Dawg, and I got nuff style

It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild

So bust what I'm swingin what I'm swingin when I swing

I rap when I rap cuz I never wanna sing

Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle

I bust his ass in Cleveland now he's Sleepless in Seattle

Rude bwoy official comin with the ill grammar

Comin back on kids, like Joey Montana

We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty

Mad play, on WKRP in Cincinatti

So lord send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man

An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself

Cuz all deez bitin MC's, lawd dem somethin else

See I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt

Money on my mind so never mind a trick

New York is the town and the team is the Knicks

World's greatest five footer rippin parties apart

Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark

Never had to rhyme about feelin what with lead

NEVER MIND DAT MON HERE COME DE DREAD

[Verse Three: Busta Rhymes]

We comin farrrr farrrr farrrr

Busta Rhymes is comin farrrr farrr farr

ya know ya hear me Star!

Bet your bottom dollah

Right after this jam about one million one two niggaz go follow

Whether it be to-day or to-morrow

Niggaz be collaboratin sickening

you beat them like they father

Ohhhhh shit check out what I saying

Ah-hah ah-hah ohhhhh ah-hah ah-hah

You know my niggaz don't be playing

Once upon a mah-hah-hacking time

I received the opportuni-ties to represent my first rhymes

To define, lyrical sensations

Black masons blowin up the spot

Just to represent the Nations

Three dimensions, tryclops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes

Fat like a burger and fries

Mama-so-mama-saa-mamma-ma-ko-sah

Go back to the country to go check my grandmama

Eeeyah!! Bring it to the table at the meetings

Gathering large receivings delivering intellectual ass beatings

As I carry on with my proceedings

Greetings!! Watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings

But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place

I hope you find civilized every soul and every race

Sit dog sit!

Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit!

We Taking Off lyrics - Busta Rhymes

[Intro - Busta Rhymes:]

Welcome to The Abstract and The Dragon Airlines

Can you quickly get out the aisle and take your seats please?

When you are finished putting your luggage or your bags

On the overhead bin, please close that lid on your overhead bin

And quickly take your seats and strap into your seat belts

Because we're taking off, yea...

[Verse 1 - Busta Rhymes:]

Motherfucka confess it

Speak on they god and address it

Ya'll niggas already know

The way I go when I rep it

Before I come and I bless it

Before I beat em decrepit

And make these niggas respect it

I'm only here to correct it

But nigga just for the record

You see these stones in my necklace?

I ain't do none of that

Though that bitch was stressing me

In the back of my car

And when im finished with mami, shawty light my cigar

They can't believe I redid it

They say this shit is bizarre

Go get a drink at the bar

I'm thinkin' a bottle, oh shit

Despite I live like a czar

Can not see none of you niggas

My bat is too far, they shit is not up to par

They do not talk to me star

Now pass me a bud of the kush

Go ahead and open the jar

Dread growin', I'm back on my Bob Marley, where my guitar

Hear the way the beat slap?

That be my brother Kamaal

We get together for ya'll

Now peep the way we ball

[Hook - Q-Tip & Busta Rhymes:]

We taking off

You see us

We taking off

We taking off(off off off)

I said that we taking off

Never off of the work

Never off of the grind

But we taking off

You see us

We taking off

We taking off(off off off)

But we taking off

Never off of the work

Never off of the grind

[Verse 2 - Busta Rhymes:]

Now what's the matter with ya'll

Yes I'm talkin' to ya'll

Some of ya'll frown and look at me

And see and wish I would fall

You need to stop staring at me

You need to look at the wall

Or you can look down the hall

Or you can get down and crawl

And while I continue to ball

You can go shop at the mall

Mad cause I tell the truth

And now these guys wanna brawl

They mad cause we do it big

And all ya'll niggas small

Can't fuck with me, not even a little

Matter of fact, overall

Stop being so fuckin' mad

I'm here to make niggas happy

By giving you all that shit

Bitches callin' me Papi

Rockin Givenchy Denim

Even I wanna slap me

For being so disrespectful with it

Nigga get at me

Overseeing the signs

I'm only leaving with dimes

That's real big for the

Little times I invest in the club

Be at the top of the mountain

Flying high like a dub

See how we risin' above, doing the shit that we love

[Hook]

Renaissance Rap (Remix) lyrics - Busta Rhymes (performed with Q-Tip, Lil Wayne & Raekwon)

[Q-Tip:]

I don't care who first or who last

I just know y'all betta rock dis at da drop of a dime, baby!

(Renaissance...)

I don't care what chy'all say or what chy'all do

But you got to be finished befo' the music is through...

[Verse 1 - Q-Tip:]

I don't think they heard me, hold up..

..So here we go, now

It be the "Midnight Maurader" on the scene

Geographically earthed in a place called Queens

I was formed with my principles, way I displayed

When I used to cool out where all the other kids played

Cause I was way too ill, I would hone my skill

Go out in the park and let my chemicals spill

Right there, on Farmers Boulevard, I made my mark

Two dudes, brothers would dip from us, me, and NARCS

And then my, legend would grow on the A-train line

Where rappers would gather to see my blowin nicks and dimes

It was me, Big, Pete, Tanya, and Sa [?]

When in the heat of the cypher, I was not liable

For all the casualties of the dutty MCs'

I split the train car like Moses did the Red Sea

Get it in ya head, we gon' rock the dead

Night of the living MCs', the weak ones fled

C'mon Bus..

[Verse 2 - Busta Rhymes:]

Yo, yo, God body, wise intellegence

Smack niggas and wrestle with elephants

My beloved respect my benevolence

Comin like missles, the issue is this

Be the shit you can't rebel against

Then I sniff out you niggas that be hidin in bushes - whassup?

And strangle niggas like poisonous octopuses - shut the fuck up!

Back with hazardous weathers and blizzards

As I spit, stickin out my tongue like an iguana lizard

At you corny niggas, Animal Planet rap, Wildlife

Stabbin you in yo' back wild nice (Ahhhh!)

While I hunt and eat you niggas like food, leavin you bleedin

BEATS - rattle the speakers, like some buffalo stampedin

If you don't understand what I'm sayin

Lyrically I'm like goons acci-DENTALLY beatin you like gorillas playin (Ha ha!)

Bitches know when I spit, I be seducin 'em

Countless money with diamonds that's buried in Jerusalem

The Renaissance

[Q-Tip:]

WHOOO, that Busta Rhymes right there

I don'- look like sendin Raekwon in here

Where Raekwon at?

[Verse 3 - Raekwon:]

Aiyyo, aiyyo, squeezin Johnny Walker neck up in the Benzo freezin

The head-long cock block pumpin is easy

Poison medals on my neck wrists and arms

Louie luggages is bronze, a big bag of D, Happy Kwanz'

Together we the Chi-Lites to twists of the O'Jays

One line from miss'll have you leanin like roach spray

Poison up on holstery, my boys in Mrs., our choice

Booklyn, Shaolin whylin in the Royces

Old Gold at the Golden Globes, my robe hitin the cement

Chef in the buildin, yep and he been

A thousand one goons at the Rumba

Certified clients, drug money and sum'thin up giants

Yo, it's the Tarzan cocaine clan in the area

Guerrillas in Louie hats, the more, the merrier

Take mines, take a hunnid nines

We be runnin out of rhymes, never bullets

Try to front and you mines

Renaissance...

(WHOOOOOOOOOO-WHEEE!!!)

[Verse 4 - Lil Wayne:]

A-go off...

Let me spaz, let me spaz (c'mon)

Though they call me Weezy F., you gon let me pass

So ahead of my time with my next week ass

Money on the dinner table like let's eat cash

And I do it for the killers and the hunnid dolla billas

And from now on, I don't think you should stunt without a million

Dollars in the bank, I got money in the bank

Now throw yo' hands in the air if yo' pussy don't stank

You got a bullet and a shank, I got a bullet and a tank

I got fur, in my boots, and the hoody on the minks

Stop sweatin me, you should follow me, I'm directin it

Other fools break it down, I be dissectin it

EVER since I made it up out of middle America

Everybody wanna be in my genital area

But you better stay away from my chemical barrier

Weezy, baby, straight out the Cesarean, nigga

(What's it called man?) Oh yeah...(Hah?)

"Renaissance Rap"

[Marley-Tip:]

MAN, I ain't gon give y'all my microphone no more!

Cause y'all tear it up when you get it

Lemme see who you have

Now, you have Q-Tip, you have Busta Rhymes

You have Raekwon the Chef, you had Lil Wayne on here

Man, I ain't givin y'all my microphone no mo'

Cause y'all tear it up when you get it

I just said, get a lil' somethin before the beats GO...

N.T. lyrics - Busta Rhymes (performed with Q-Tip)

[Q-Tip:]

For real though who really got sick flow?

On the edge got the ledge hangin' out of the window

Bird chest niggas with ya winderous fearaf

Fuck around you'll be against me the size of a meal sack

Puny little punks better hit the gym

But that doesn't mean nothin to the heart within

You cramped up you and your team I'm amped up

And you asses can't dim my beam

My shine what the fuck is on your mind?

Little weakling rappers better hit the grind

Other brothers ain't motivated they can't do it

Not only did I penetrate it I ran through it

My music comes on and we mosh at the dance

Inside of your mind or inside of my pants?

Musical intentions that we have is vast

You sick? Drink a NyQuil when I'm bed on your ass

Oh well then here comes the gelatin

Tips on some sugars but you yap on your cell to friends

Now your party is completely blown

Real name is Kamal I'm in "complete me" zone

It's rap time for you that means nap time

Reachin for my joint? What the fuck, I'mma clap mine

Singin songs a sixpence with sit tensed

Surpised your ass is the end like the sixth sense

Heavy hitters knockin shit out the park

You didn't even really play tell me why did you start

Spittin' sharp blades laced with bleach

You wanna play around kid I'm not a walk at the beach

A stroll in the park or your fuckin playground

Put on your headphones and tell me how grenades sound

Put on your walkmase and go underneath the town

Q-Tip abstract how I gets down

[Hook - Busta Rhymes (Q-Tip):]

All my bitches, dance if you know that you damn sure

Let your pussy drip on the dance floor if you wanna

(Get down)

Fuck that niggas will bust gats

Better lit a make for their rush that cuz they wanna

(Get down)

Flip this piano sick shit

(Get down)

Chill you can get off my dick and

(Get down)

While I'm on the hook get on your good foot

And blow up the spot for all of you niggas cuz that's how we

(Get down)

[Q-Tip:]

Comin with the brand new quickly we pan to

The young black man with intentions to ban you

Seems that people need an aid today

So many fade away, so many fiend to stay

I really rhyme cuz I feel I should say things

While the fraudulent acts rap just so they cop rings

Or maybe because when they was young

They was fronted on and left alone to have their own fun

Now they're all grown up to be assholes

I'm giving you the rope will you tie some lassos?

You swing dangling from peach trees

While I sip my Daiquiris in the south west breeze

Writings so exciting the pen it keeps

Drippin out jings that's converted to hymns and them

People be hummin em from now to their next of kin

My family is starving? You know they want me to win

We forfeit nigga please get off it

Send the check in my name to my office

Mutombo in the lane yo I toss it

Abstract comin through witness the bomb shit

Butch & Sundance lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Q-Tip)

[Verse 1 - Q-Tip:]

Bust my brother despite the two mothers

Butch and Sundance trot, killshot to you fuckers

You feel the wind of excellence before we enter in the room

So assume your position of the natural born coon

When we groom other rappers, pew, ladies start to swoon

The wolves are howling at the moon, your time will never come soon

Markie, featuring me and the Brooklyn bad boy

The petty thoughts of the sanction when we rhyme, become void

The game of life, the game of death

Tap out you can't take it, rappers fake it til they make it

And it's mirrors of naked, your lady shoes are Rasputin

Of the rhyme evolution and all the issues you confusing

And we are the solution

Yo, Busta rhymes

[Verse 2 - Busta Rhymes:]

I'm on, black, you know it's a wrap

And despite all the shit you taught me you niggas is wack

Fuck that, fuck with us, bitch, them niggas is back

Show me your ass, stack it up all on a nigga and now ass clap

Don't get your ass clapped trying to be like the next dude

Go ahead move, try to prove something I test tube

A couple of you funny looking niggas some fufu's

Them niggas is too cool, you niggas is through

See we live with it, homie, look, we clearing the bar out

Toasting, celebrating and we drinking 'til we fall out

While I'm with a strong shine, bitch, you know it's Bust' Rhymes

Let me explain, (no), I'm fucking with the slimes

That's it, fuck the time, we rock on and on

You rhyme wrong, everything about you dead gone

Niggas in the front, heard you got my back

I'mma put the drug back in the street like nickle crack

Abstract

[Verse 3 - Q-Tip:]

One for the beat and two for the creator

The remains saying, debating who's position came the greater

For now let's set the gate up, the live motivator

Couldn't cut it with a fader and Grandmaster was your data

'Til the youth was disenchanted we’ll revamp it single-handed

The vision is deep unless every man understand it

You spittin' sweet 16’s for king’s queens

My mom's got legendary genes that brought me greens

You virtual robotic, I got the lean product

Fiends follow like the hobbit cause crowd could never top it

And your trash is not the topic, we know you can't rock it

Well, shit the topic is that none of you niggas can stop it

Indeed, we gonna do it, you know we went through it

Here’s the stripes to prove it if you listen to the music

If you listen to the music then you should've get it better

It's the Abstract and the Dragon and we doing this together

[Verse 4 - Busta Rhymes:]

Do it together, do it forever

Bust grand, imperial rhymes, finish billing your crimes

Oh shit, another verse, get in line first

For what it's worth, did it all, did it first

Niggas mad, sick with thirst, hit 'em bad 'til it hurt

Pick the land, pick the turf

The fuck is up? We getting this work

I stay on my bullshit eating niggas' food, bitch

I'm in the mood, wildin like swallowing Quaalude

Bet they want that shit, better forfeit

And forklift niggas like I'm throwing them off cliffs

It's all horseshit, bang them niggas like war ships

She want the daiquiri, well, I'm allowing her four sips

Raw spit, they out here acting like they important

You off niggas, get to accepting your loss quick

Abort this, identify the God as your lordship

For how you funny niggas be looking you an ostrich

Beat niggas head, your looks very assaulted

The cost is whatever the niggas want, it's the boss, kid

Ayo, come on, what you doing?

What you - what you doing, dude?

Why you trying to stop my shit son?

The fuck's up, son?

Stop doing that shit son

Word, son, stop doing that shit

Fuck that

Shaheem Reid Speaks (Skit) lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Shaheem Reid)

We interrupt our program to bring you this important message

[Shaheem Reid:]

This is Shaheem Reid

I know you out there vibing to these vintage classics that we playing on this mixtape

But we just wanna take a moment, and give you some of the new classics

"Pardon My Ways," Busta Rhymes, produced by Q-Tip

Off the ELE 2 album, 2014

Pardon My Ways Ele 2 Exclusive lyrics - Busta Rhymes

This the kind of...

This the kind of slappers that I used to dream about...

Peter Tosh.. Peter Tosh.. Peter TOSH..

Nigga we back I be that bumba blood clot

Mozart now watch how we fart

Poisonous darts see when I start

I make 'em lick wood

Lock every hood, it's understood

Make 'em calm down, fuck up the place

Black telling god, they wish that they could

Do what I do, them niggas wack

Donkey shit rap

See when I come through, it's a wrap

Pull-up pull-up pull-up pull-up!

Back To Our Regularly Scheduled Programming (Skit) lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Shaheem Reid)

[Shaheem Reid:]

Okay, okay, okay, that was just a taste, that was just a taste

We have to prepare you for this experience that's called ELE 2, coming in 2014

That was "Pardon My Ways," Busta Rhymes, produced by Q-Tip

We're 'bout to get back into to our regularly scheduled program

The Abstract, the Dragon, let's go

For The Nasty lyrics - Busta Rhymes

[Hook - Q-Tip:]

Let me tell you a story, yes

About a boy from the Tribe Called Quest

I be that nigga that I think y'all know

With Mr. Busta Rhymes (A-yo, I'm in the studio)

[Busta Rhymes:]

Girl MOOOOOVE!

Show me what y'all know

Girl MOOOOOVE!

Show me what y'all know

Girl MOOOOOVE!

Show me what y'all know

Girl MOOOOOVE!

Show me what y'all know

[Q-Tip:]

Close the door, 'ight, let a nigga rock

Cause we 'bout to eat real shit, not shit slop

Nigga can't say shit about this hip-hop

Cause I build dudes lanes while at pit stop

Built they styles and they names, Frankenstein, right

It's a high stake game, dudes are playing it

I be questioning alot of y'all who made it in

Just move with the joint that we chartering

Make you disappear quick, like you're part of wind

Then laugh, ah-ha ha, and laugh again

Shorty, move a lil bit, I'm looking at your friend

Let's get an ass shake for the beat, girl

Do a lil eye wink, throw a tongue twirl

Gotta hit lock smashed in, tied down

We on your block, turned hot spots to ghost towns

A-yo, I'm tired of these niggas, Bus-a-Bus, now

Say it to 'em

[Hook - Q-Tip:]

This is just, for the nasty

A-yo, this is just for the sassy

A-yo, this is just for the classy

A-yo, this is just for the what? (Tell 'em now)

[Busta Rhymes:]

Girl MOOOOOVE!

Show me what y'all know

Girl MOOOOOVE!

Show me what y'all know

Girl MOOOOOVE!

Show me what y'all know

Girl MOOOOOVE!

Show me what y'all know

[Busta Rhymes:]

Pardon me, now, gimme room again

It's time to raise the level of the boom again

NOW WHO THAT?! Bus-a-bus-a-bus rhyme

(RAAAAAAA!!!) See, I ain't do that in a long time!

Spitting shit, make the streets do more crime

Cop some cribs, cop a little more shine

Alright, yea, shh shh, mm, uh, I pity y'all

The way I bang niggas, and how I shit on y'all

Spit the slang bigger, make your label quit on y'all

And do my thang, bitch, from here to Senegal

We getting alot of money, me and my friend, Kammal

I take your money too, I ain't a friend of y'all

With so much class, my shit will kill ya blood

(jghejhejhehjeh) When I don't wanna rap

And still I will smash and make the bitches make it clap

As soon as I'm finished with her, homie, I'll give her back

Say it to 'em

[Hook - Q-Tip:]

This is just, for the nasty

A-yo, this is just for the sassy

A-yo, this is just for the classy

A-yo, this is just for the what? (Tell 'em now)

[Busta Rhymes:]

Girl MOOOOOVE!

Show me what y'all know

Girl MOOOOOVE!

Show me what y'all know

Girl MOOOOOVE!

Show me what y'all know

Girl MOOOOOVE!

Show me what y'all know

[Q-Tip:]

When the beat bang, and you're up in the club

When you listen and you feel a thud

When you hear my voice, understand the love

When the DJ spins it back, it's a friendly rub

But, when I'm behind, I cannot be kind

With your waistline, and the way you move

Like a old great beat, I'ma catch a groove

Or like a old hip-hop joint, you Nice and Smooth (Come on, girl)

[Hook - Q-Tip:]

This is just, for the nasty

A-yo, this is just for the sassy

A-yo, this is just for the classy

A-yo, this is just for the what? (Tell 'em now)

[Busta Rhymes:]

Girl MOOOOOVE!

Show me what y'all know

Girl MOOOOOVE!

Show me what y'all know

Girl MOOOOOVE!

Show me what y'all know

Girl MOOOOOVE!

Show me what y'all know

Come On Down Skit lyrics - Busta Rhymes

[Busta Rhymes:]

Ayo show, word to mother like

Right before i got the call to get on this

"Come on Down" record with Kane and Q-Tip

I was on my to the Black Expo back in the days

I was driving through midtown and somebody

Hit me on the jack and i forget who the management rep

Was from Violet at the time but he hit me on the jack

And was like "Yo Kane at the studio with Q-tip

Right now and they want a verse from you for

The "Come on Down" joint"

So I get to the studio, I see Q-tip, I see Kane

We all went in their vibin and shit

Then I go in the booth after i write my verse

Spit my shit, so at the time, you know

I was getting tired of doing the "Ra-Ra like a dungeon dragon"

On the record type shit, so i spit the whole verse

And i ain't do the "Ra-Ra" ya feel me?

So, i came out the booth and Kane looked at me

And Kane was like "Yo, where the Ra-Ra at?"

I was like "Damn son, thats all you want?

You want the Ra-Ra? You don't respect my lyrics

My bars, or this verse? You want the Ra-Ra homie?"

So i went back in their and I did the Ra-Ra

I did it at the end of the verse

That's why when you hear the verse you

Don't hear the dungeon dragon until the end of the verse

Yo Kane, good lookin for the opportunity big homie

Kamaal Faried, AKA Abstract, Salute

Come On Down lyrics - (feat. Busta Rhymes & Q-Tip)

[Big Daddy Kane:]

When I'm in motion it's just like the flow of the ocean

The weight of the words swerve and curve

My style flexes bigger than the state of Texas

Quick as a Lamborghini, smooth as a Lexus

I guess that makes me the top of the line

Oh yes I'm the most prime of all time

Cause as soon as I pick up the mic and begin and the lyrics just start

To flowing, ahem ahem, coughing couldn't stop me from going

On with the rapture, so that I can capture

Your mind with state of the art music made to adapt to

To knowledge the God on the groove

Because when my tongue moves I just love that I'm smooth

Do it with these and in times I leave reas (reason)

To give em a little of the flavor that please

As I, school in the who in pursuin and doin and reignin again and the

Gutter and stutter and killin and chillin collectin the rent and

Jammin and slammin and damn it's

Too much for one mind to comprehend

A pure blend, the way that I make words mend

And, the way that I be doin rappers in

Michael Bivins couldn't make these Boyz II Men

I play, somethin verbally, capable to murder the

Average MC, the tough ones I'll burn third degree

And if you're thinkin that I'm takin a beatin

You're sure to see the Pink Panther speakin

[Q-Tip:]

I'm a native New Yorker, I pitch a lot of porker

When I get my ride, I be the grill squawker

Tip's a smooth talker, I love Alice Walker

So get off the dillz and step back you little hawker

Better yet you hooker, you wanna show I book ya

The highest way I took ya, is youse a good looker

Queens is residential, I make the presidentials

Over instrumentals, I utilize the mentals

First saw Big Daddy at the place called Union Square

If you went in by yourself it was a terror

See, I could do that cause my crew is kinda phat

Outside we had the toolies, out West you call em gats

It's that, oh thanks chat, well let me drop some more shit

Bring your bats and balls and please don't forfeit

Cause you won't get away, your status will be stank

You can ride with me G I'm goin to the bank

To meet up with Kane, up on Dollar Lane

You get the idea, cause page times is near

So rappers see they bug cause they really can't handle

Position from the rappin, cause some of them be slackin

Not in this sport of thought we block out the devil

The three different flavors, you know we on the level

[Busta Rhymes:]

Check it out, uhh! As I come down and get dumb

Yes roughneck, swingin along with the drum

Swimmin in the, track, retaliatin thorough is how

I react, Busta Rhymes will attack

As you feel the pain, bass kick impacts to the brain

Gotta make a mega migraine

Whattup? To the Big Daddy and Tip

My trip, flip the rhyme, then I dip

Hey, hip-hop, cool, bust the interlude

Wack do ya on the stage gettin booed

This structure it takes, bust the angle of three different flavors

On a young raider choc well that's my vocal fader

Keep my volume on extra boom!

All the vains in my neck symbolizes that I want room

Word up, huh! Here I am, damn

Dragon slayer stackin layer after layer

This jam will be ran while the record flim flam

Wiggle your front pram, to the runnin man

Sam, Busta, Rhymes, comin on time

L.O.N.S. did, rip a new design

Flavor one, taste the unborn baby

Flip before you move or catch a bad one baby

Chiggy change chump, the over sized puff

Busta pump you and the love, and then I rump

Emotional stare point, for the wild

Busta buckwild musically direct from Strong Isle

Unload, catch you like smell later

Dig on your taste of the third flavor, rrrarrrRHHH

RARRARRRRH! Direct from the lungs of the dragon, uh!

J Dilla (Skit) lyrics - Busta Rhymes

Rest in peace J Dilla

You know there ain't no way in the world me and Q-Tip gon' make a motherfucking mixtape and not acknowledge one of the godfathers of this "Boom Bap" shit

J Dilla, The Abstract and the Dragon, let's get back to it

You Can't Hold The Torch lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Chauncey Black & Q-Tip)

[Busta Rhymes]

Yeah

It's funny how the game change, right? Hehe

Shit feel all different

Y'all niggaz complainin left and right about how the game feel all fucked up

Niggaz only been talkin like that since we been sittin out the game

I think the game need us Kamaal, let's talk to them niggaz

Huh!

[Q-Tip]

So many nights were spent ponderin

Wonderin how we gon' come again

My golden rule is not to focus on the fame game

In retrospect, the game ain't the same mayne

They heart and soul is divided

They ramshack the music, no control up inside it

Now - look at this, it's all stretched out and nasty

But - lettin money pass me

I doubt that, and niggaz from the bottom now

Pumpin hard, wind sleet hail rain or snow

So... you got to get your gate right

No matter what, you got to treat your weight right

On the block if you focused on greed then

Nine out of ten times you be bleedin

The analogy is clear

To all of my peers, I'm a muh'fuckin vet

Don't mean to disrespect, cause

[Chorus One: Q-Tip + (Chauncey Black) + {Busta Rhymes}]

"I write rhymes, I write checks"

(It's clear) Bust, aiyyo what happened to the (love)

For the game (love) for the music (I need realness in my life)

Aiyyo these niggaz in the game don't sound the same

Bust, these niggaz in the game don't sound the same

Aiyyo what happened? {They ain't got in 'em to make a classic}

Aiyyo what happened? {These niggaz can't hold the torch, so why pass it}

[Busta Rhymes]

Aiyyo, I ain't bringin they names up

These niggaz sound trash, straight foulin the game up

Need to change up (change up) sound so trash

When I see 'em feel like breakin they frame up

DuPont registry, talkin 'bout somebody else cars

Muh'fuckers better step up your bars

Instead of frontin in the game like niggaz really are stars

Like we ain't seein through the bullshit, we know who you are

I'm like a blessing to the game when your shit sound dated

I force niggaz to improve, you should be happy I made it

Here to rep the game fully, change my style like the weather

Givin you niggaz new shit to make the game feel better

I'm sayin, I cook in the kitchen and we make the thoughts connect

You forced to humble yourself, give me my big respect

You hurtin the game when your shit sound off y'know

A legend in this shit that's why I move like a boss y'know

You better be tight, cause you can get tossed fo' sho'

Y'all niggaz know whassup, I come correct with money long cause I

[Chorus Two: Busta Rhymes + (Chauncey Black) + {Q-Tip}]

"I write rhymes, I write checks"

(It's clear) Tip, aiyyo what happened to the (love)

For the game (love) for the music (I need realness in my life)

Aiyyo these niggaz in the game don't sound the same

Yo, these niggaz in the game don't sound the same

Aiyyo what happened? {They ain't got in 'em to make a classic}

Aiyyo what happened? {These niggaz can't hold the torch, so why pass it}

[Q-Tip + {Busta}]

Oh my God, they a (uh) come ridin around

Some (uh) old dream and they (uh) can't get down

They (uh) lookin around outside of themselves

And they {HUH} sayin things that ain't really themselves

And they {hah} keep fuckin regurgitatin the same script

Same hoes, same blow, same glock clip {ha}

Same drug strip, what the fuck is this? (uh)

C'mon y'all, raise the bar on this body, shit

[Busta Rhymes]

You sound stagnant, need to progress and grow (uh-huh)

Upgrade your punchlines, progress the flow (uh-huh)

Get your concepts and lyrics together, aiyyo (uh-huh)

Then drop the bomb shit to step up the pressure, y'know? (huh!)

I'm tired of niggaz complainin how the game changed

You niggaz should step up your game, cause you sound strange

That's why you ain't sellin no records, check the SoundScain

In this rap shit I command respect muh'fucker cause I

[Chorus Two]

[Outro: Q-Tip + {Busta Rhymes}]

Aiyyo these niggaz in the game don't sound the same

Bust, these niggaz in the game don't sound the same

Aiyyo what happened? {They ain't got in 'em to make a classic}

Aiyyo what happened? {These niggaz can't hold the torch, so why pass it}

[echoes]

Lightworks lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Q-Tip & Talib Kweli)

This is Bendix, the tomorrow people (Today)

What is the magic that makes one's eyes

Sparkle and gleam, light up the skies

The name of the game is lightworks

(J Dilla, Kweli, Q-Tip, ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo)

Blast from the past, yo, I'm back from the get go

Let's go, let's go, rap is special

Ya'll dudes gas like snaps on the petro

Flashy, like the gun blast in the ghetto

Sparkling like fireworks when we light up the sky

We independent like the 4th of July. Why?

We ask a question that you forced to reply to

Shine through the night, through the orange, sky blue

Rhyme for survival, [?]

Like Big Jay or Skyzoo, fly with the haikus

A pro with the pro's, still worse with the verse

Dispersin' the hurt to rappers gotta work with the nurse

Made it through first thank Q-Tip for taking a verse

See how they all up in my mug like they takin' a purse

Now that's hard, like the population of Rikers

This here easy, it's lightwork

The shine effect sparkle and gleam

Light up the skies

The name of the game is lightworks

Light up the spliffs

The name of the game is lightworks

Dilla still in here, Kweli he still in here

Abstract on the track for filming fulfillment's here

Watch ya back, boys, there's culture vultures everywhere

Walking the calm streets thinking that theirs peace in there

Draow, they blind sided up in they creepin' in

After the rush I'm drinking ice quarter waters to sustain

For the long haul advice is a order

My vertical up that no way on the way back

Competition, I eat that I'll get sneaker contract

I'll mary a vixon, she'll come with the tricks and

She'll take all my mansions and all of my riches

And leave me with the flatscreen and my new game device

And my little black book, my boys and my brand new life

Now I'm playing on my TV screen

Beating niggas down looking Bruce Banner green

Lookin' at the high score, do you want more?

The shine effect sparkle and gleam

Light up the skies

The name of the game is lightworks

Light up the spliffs

The name of the game is lightworks

Check, niggas say my flow is bananas

Yes, flow's sicker then another nigga

Looking up another man's ass

Yes, you can have the mayonaise

Bust your head and bang bitches

Up they cope and cabanas

And leave with yo bitch

My niggas will lay you out on a canvas

My clique consists of red and blue flags

We full of bandanas

Thorough like desperados, Antonio Banderas

My D crash floors, diamonds, them shits

As clear as a sunny day not a cloud in a sky

My nigga, whereas, yours look like

"Da da da, skippity boop" period

I'm so serious, flows makin hoes delirious

You wanna find out?

Bitch jump on my dick if you curious

J Dilla the godfather of the funk dubious

While you niggas think you the cell

I be the cell nucleus

You's the stupidest

If you think that you can ever contest the kid

Get outta here with ya groupie ass

The shine effect sparkle and gleam

Light up the skies

The name of the game is lightworks

Light up the spliffs

The name of the game is lightworks

Vivrant Thing Remix lyrics - Busta Rhymes (performed with Q-Tip & Missy 'Misdemeanor' Elliot)

Violator makin' you sweat

Violator we doin' our thing

Violator we bringin' the pain

Violator we doin' our thing

Violator we bringin' the pain

Violator we makin the stand

Violator we doin' our thing

Uh, check it out now

Uh, yeah yeah now

Uh, check it out now

Uh, no doubt yo

[Q-Tip:]

You such a thang, a sexy little thang

I'm Hot Boyin' it, admirin' your chain

You got a fella nose wide on the reala's side

I wanna dance real close, ride up when you're hot

Playin' games yo, I never cared about it much

But you the girl who keep her eyes closed and smokin' dutch

For real, you sucha little pretty bell

You make a nigga front pants hit the mean swell

Whatchu say? I said you stimulate my brain cells

But it's one thing I really wanna say

What?

You're such a vivrant, vivrant

Vivrant, a vivrant, vivrant

Yo, you such a vivrant, vivrant

Vivrant, a vivrant vivrant

[Missy Elliot:]

You got some new shit, tryin' to gas me so we can do it

Boy, you ain't slick because I keep all dogs trained

I'll make you scream my name

Oh, you's a hot boy, before you talk junk, whatchu got boy?

If you let me touch, I'll wake it up, boy

Let you supply me for a month, boy

Oh well, get up boy, I like it rough boy

But if it's too rough, take a detour

Slide right down to my seashore

By the way I don't smoke, so what the weed for?

You get a low score

You're such a vivrant, vivrant

Vivrant, a vivrant, vivrant

Yo, you such a vivrant, vivrant

Vivrant, a vivrant vivrant [x2]

[Busta Rhymes:]

Yo, it's such a vivrant, vivrant

Immaculate baby, you're lookin' magnificent, different shit

Whiles we talkin', let's get intimate

Frontin' like you ain't even fuckin', actin' all innocent

Wait, you know you fuckin' with the fresh, baby

When I bunch, you're the type to say "rub it in my flesh, baby"

Crazy the way you chatter lay me like a baby

On the mattress, caress and lick me like a nestle's, baby

Woo, you put a tingle up a nigga's spine

Got me twitchin' all funny while we fuckin' and spillin' wine, yo

I love the way my shorty treat me

How she be throwin' it back, the way my shorty freaky

Yeah, my shorty wildin', it's a full moon

While I'm blowin' her back with surveillance all up in the room

Damn, so now we fuckin' like we ignorant

Ladies who we can get with the vivrant, vivrant, yo

It's such a vivrant, vivrant, a vivrant viv'

A vivrant, vivrant, yo, yo

That's just a vivrant, vivrant, vivrant, viv'

Yo yo a a yo yo yo yo

It's such a vivrant, vivrant, vivrant, viv'

Vivrant, vivrant, yo yo

It's such a vivrant thing, a vivrant viv'

Yo yo a a yo

Ill Vibe lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Q-Tip)

[Verse One: Busta Rhymes]

My rhymes profess life like the birds and the bees

Make Funk-Master Flex say yo I'm feeling these

Flows make you shit in your drawrs. Change your dungarees

Smoking trees, getting cottonmouth, wild munchees

Bowed down the block eating food at Luigi's

Constipated... too much extra cheese

Well anyway, while I was cooling down at Luigi's

I met some Siamese twins from overseas.. Lebanese

Let's begin with the friends from New Orleans

They had a fifth friend. She was straight Black-Portuguese

Pretty palm-olive-soaped skin, AloeVeralese

She looked like the type of chick you only see in fantasies

The type of chick you would KILL for to get between the knees

Yo. I made time to chill with Miss Portuguese

Would you believe, the bitch tried to steal my fucking house keys

And rob me for my G's

Had to show this crazy braud, I mastered my Degree's and my Ph.D's

Got your face on camera; motherfucker say cheese

You better get with your friends quick, before I start to squeeze

Getting caught up in that freaky gold-digger Jamborees

[Chorus:]

I caught that ill vibe Tip [word Bust?] yo yo word

That ill vibe Tip [word Bust?] yo yo word

Cause when I'm in the place you know my shit be absurd.

[I caught that ill vibe Bust] Word Tip? [yo yo word]

[That ill vibe Bust] Word Tip? [yo yo word]

[So when I hold the Mic you know my shit be absurd]

[I caught that ill vibe Bust] Word Tip? [yo yo word]

[Verse Two: Q-Tip]

I got weight on my shoulders in the form of this beat

Ain't nothing sweet, on the street, for good these I compete

Come off complete

And you need to get back in your stance

We enhance and we're playing the whole world circumstance

So do good in your hood even though you puff life

Positive to comply

Don't screw up facing that crowd

Progress don't fall back. We can't have that

I'll hold your hand Black

We can't wind up with scratch

I put my best foot forward, when I play in life

Cause this world as I live it, chill's like a double edged knife

In the jam we regulate, cause we organize

Logic-a-ly thinking when along's enterprise

Alot of brothers from the ghetto got the gift of gab

Peace to the West Coast and the East, we's fam

Need I make mention that the crew we've got

Make things get hot, like the FoFo shot. Blauw!

No we don't premote no guns, but don't turn that cheek

In the world that we live calmness is viewed as weak

So, we got to stay awake for all these lizards and snakes

Some of them come as friends; some of them come as Jakes

We decipher all the force and build rounds with our friends

Why's that?

So we can live right until time ends

Yo why's that?

I estimate, so we can get these ends

Yo true that?

Busta and Tip, you know we make minds bend

[Chorus: (in reverse order)]

Scenario lyrics - A Tribe Called Quest

[Tribe and L.O.N.S.:]

Here we go yo, here we go yo

So what so what so what's the scenario

Here we go yo, here we go yo

So what so what so what's the scenario

[Phife Dawg:]

Ayo Bo knows this (what?) and Bo knows that (what?)

But Bo don't know jack, 'cause Bo can't rap

Well what do you know, the Di-Dawg, is first up to bat

No batteries included, and no strings attached

No holds barred, no time for move faking

Gots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon

Brothers front, they say the Tribe can't flow

But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe so

Sleep if you want NyQuil will help you get your Zs troop

But here's the real scoop

I'm all that and then some, short dark and handsome

Bust a nut inside your eye, to show you where I come from

I'm vexed, fuming, I've had it up to here

My days of paying dues are over, acknowledge me as in there (yeah)

Head for the border, go get a taco

Watch me wreck it from the jump street, meaning from the get-go

Sit back relax and let yourself go

Don't sweat what you heard, but act like you know

[Charlie Brown:]

Yes yes y'all (yes y'all!)

Who got the vibe it's the Tribe y'all (Tribe y'all!)

Real live y'all (live y'all!)

Inside outside come around

(who's that?) Brown

So may I say, call me Charlie

The word is the herb and I'm deep like Bob Marley

Lay back on the payback, evolve rotate the gates contact

Can I get a hit? (hit!)

Boom bip with a brother named Tip

And we're ready to flip

East coast stomping, ripping and romping

New York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton

Checka-checka-check it out!

The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce

And wow how now wow how now Brown cow

We're ill 'til the skill gets down

For the flex, next, it's the textbook old to the new

But the rest are doo-doo

From radio to the video to Arsenio

Tell me! Yo, what's the scenario

[Dinco D:]

(True blue!) Scooby Doo, whoopie doo

Scenarios, radios, rates more than four

Scores for the s'mores that smother dance floors

Now I go for mine, shades of sea shore

Ship-shape, crushed grapes, apes that play tapes

Papes make drakes baked for the wakes

Of an L-AH, an E-ADER, simply just a leader

Base in the space means peace, see ya later

Later? (Later!) Later alligator

Pop blows the weasel and the herb's the inflater

So yo the D what the O, incorporated I-N-C into a flow

Funk flipped flat back first this foul fight fight fight

Laugh yo how's that sound (oh!)

[Q-Tip, Busta Rhymes:]

It's a Leader-Quest mission and we got the goods here (here!)

Never on the left 'cause my right's my good ear (ear!)

I could give a damn about a ill subliminal

Stay away from crime so I ain't no criminal

I love my young nation, groovy sensation

No time for hibernation, only elation

Don't ever try to test the water, little kid

Yo Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell him what I did

I heard you rushed and rushed, and attacked

Then they rebuked and you had to smack

Causing rambunction, throughout the sphere

Raise the levels of the boom inside the ear

You know I did it

So don't violate or you get violated

The hip-hop sound is well agitated

Won't ever waste no time on the played-out ego

So here's Busta Rhymes with the, Scenario

[Busta Rhymes:]

Watch, as I combine all the juice from the mind

Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind

Powerful impact boom from the cannon

Not bragging, tryna read my mind just imagine

Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary

When digging into my library

Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!

Eating Ital Stew like the one Peter Tosh-a

Uh, uh uh, all over the track man

Uh, pardon me, uh, as I come back

As I did it yo I had to beg your pardon

When I travel through the town I roll with the squadron

Rawr! Rawr! Like a dungeon dragon

Change your little drawers 'cause your pants are sagging

Try to step to this, I will, twist you in a turban

And had you smelling ripe, like some old stale urine

Chickity-choco, the chocolate chicken

The rear cock diesel, butt cheeks they were kicking

Yo, busting out before the Busta bust another rhyme

The rhythm is in sync (uh!) the rhymes are on time (time!)

Rippin' up the sound just like Horatio

Observe the vibe and check out the scenario!

Yeah, my man motherfucker!

Here we go yo, here we go yo

So what so what so what's the scenario

Here we go yo, here we go yo

So what so what so what's the scenario

Here we go yo, here we go yo

So what so what so what's the scenario

Here we go yo, here we go yo

So what so what so what's the scenario

Scenario (7 Mc's Mix) lyrics - A Tribe Called Quest (feat. Kid Hood & Leaders of the New School)

[Busta Rhymes:]

Here in 1992 we present

The fabulous What's The Scenario remix

Whereas there are seven MC's

Six which are in physical form and one which is in spiritual essence

And he goes by the name of, uh... HOOD!

[Kid Hood:]

Check the vibe, walk that ass or get got

F it (shit) I lick buckshots

Hood, madman, I rip up stages

Lay down your wages, I'm wild like Larry Davis

Extra, extra, pick up a clip

I'll tear ass out the frame (Ha!) and grab my dick (Ohh!)

I'm a Rock'Em Sock'Em robot kid, I drop bombs

I'm rugged and deadly, so I shit on the petty

I baseball bat a bastard, I'm bad news

I'm crazy and clever, cut throats of crews

Death on the phono, my skills are porno

You say "oh no," you bitch ass homo

I bag up waste, electrifyin', I'm prime-time

I slaughter a slime, I'm the greatest of all time

Sick ass brother, nasty ass nigga

Pump slugs in your face, and dump that ass in the river

Two tears in a bucket, fuck it, kick the can

(Say what, say what?) I'm a bad, bad man

[Phife Dawg:]

Quick is how I flip from the tip of the lip

Punchin' out hits like Gladys Knight and the Pips

The five-foot assassin has just raided your area

Your booty rhymes are wack and that's the reason I ain't hearin ya

(So!) Roll out the red carpet cause I'm kickin' this

Vanilla Ice platinum? That shit's ridiculous

Excuse my French, but profanity is all I knew

And to you other sellouts, oh yeah, F you too

And let it be known, I'm not the one to step to

You're better off calling D-Nice to your rescue

Freestyle fanatic, probably the best around

As for corny MCs, like Chuck D, I shut 'em down

The Artical Don of hip-hop and I won't stop

The five-foot assassin has come to wreck 'nuff shop

So do like Michael Jackson and "Remember the Time" (Do you remember?)

Put on your dancin' shoes or somethin cause you sure can't rhyme

[Cut Monitor Milo:]

(Big up, big up!) Enter new identity

Next to say something cause you pass it to me

What does it take to check a technique?

(Many styles, many styles!)

Hostile heat, brings bursts of energy

Milo in De Dance is the new identity

One two mic check, select for the ruffneck sect

Ten to one that I come (Correct!)

In my cyphers on blocks, I bring box to connect with knots

So I can grow dreadlocks

Maintain the rock (Don't stop the rock)

Maintain the rock (Don't stop the rock)

Kicking right inna your what's it not

I could rock longer but fair is fair

So C. Brown are we in the clear? (Yeahhh!)

C. Brown are we in the clear? (Yeahhh!)

[Charlie Brown:]

Makin moves y'all (Moves y'all!) On and on and on

(Check it, check it out!!) To the break of, break of dawn

(Who's that?!) just one of the L.O.N.S

And a Tribe Called Quest (East coast) to West

Remix mad kick, more than Metallica

To all MCs fall like the Battlestar Galactica

Stampin', stompin', rompin' Compton

(People all over the world!) I'm promptin (Style!)

Pick a style, any style, Strong Isle

Representation, sensationalization

"Scenario" for the radio, 'BLS and KISS, so

(Here we go yo!) Yeah

Force, Main Source LP on the rise

In living color we'll see seen through original eyes

And I'm out like shout, Ooh Ahh, Ooh Ahh

(Ooh ahh, ooh ahh!) There it is baby pah

[Dinco D:]

Flying in on a limb, slim trim, D I am

There I am (There I am!) Don't run from a grim

Sight we be right, be polite for my mics

Like I'm like (See sick, see syke)

And slip away, and off to the Poconos

Spot picked the clothes, hype swing the pretty pose

Yamaha (Ay-Ha May!)

Let's split the funk, now it all spells (Hey!)

Enough enough, Ms. Fitted I'm with it

If I did it, I was blitted, and probably shouldn't have quit it

Cause yo, my vocal status at Knight's like the Gladys

Bed rest, spread test, and yo I'm like the maddest

Male, not female, hail from Uniondale

Bounce the b-ball cause beats are being yelled

In the hallways always ringing with a (Ho!)

This one two times nine on the Scenario

[Q-Tip:]

Check it out everybody, rhymes and mics

Black Benz gettin looped (Doin' what they like!)

Eight black brothers in the public eye

If you listen very close, I will tell you why

(Hood!) Phife, Milo, Dinco and C. Brown

Shaheed, myself, and Busta Bust Down

Will commence to rock (Rock!) So bring on the flocks (Flock!)

In-terrogation for the knockin of the box

The boom-box ruler, controls the medulla

None come cooler, I win like Shula

So bust out the moves as you start to pursue her

Intensified mind, nine-blunt consumer

Tip will come booty (Well it's only a rumor!)

The meanin' so deep that it starts brain tumors (Tumors!)

Peace to Hood baby from the midnight crooner

Smoke 'em up later, if not then sooner

[Busta Rhymes:]

Hey what we gon do (Dooo) in '92

Even though we had fun (Fuuun) in '91

Wonderful my days, herb dream comin' down

Ponna ponna new sound, leavin' cracks in the ground

What's goin on my man? (Goddamn!) And now my brain is hurtin'

Listen up, Busta, rhythm will hit 'em then I get 'em

Rip on 'em, shit on 'em, hit on 'em, then I will sit on 'em

Open up your mouth if you want the food

To get rude, Flipmode, cause I'm in the mood

Ah-heh, ah-heh! Yeah man, that's how it goes

Body drippin with blood comin out your nose

Give me a Band-Aid, what are you askin for?

(More!) Only your sacred and pure

Adverse, Zig-Zag, check it and the Busta new rap

Rap, Busta Rhymes, or bust this wicked rhymes

Yeah y'all in '92, I'm packin my roach spray (Anyway!)

Ding-A-Ling, Tribe Called Quest, Leaders of the New School

Mad brother when stealthy RRRAAAOW RRAOW RRAOW!

To my dragon, baby, stop whinin' I see my influence still shinin'

More crazy in '92, uh oh, time to go, yo

That's the Scenario!

mixtape: Catastrophic (2012) - Busta Rhymes (with The Conglomerate)

• Catastrophe
• All Gold Everything
• Poetic Justice
• What You Know About It
• Diamond In The Ruff
• Prelude To The Truth
• Freakshow
• My Type Of Party
• Adorn
• No Worries
• Elevator Music
• What You Wanna Do
• Fuckin Problems
• Hail Mary
• Backseat Freestyle
• Cash Money / Young Mula 

Catastrophe lyrics - Busta Rhymes (performed with Reek Da Villian & J-Doe feat. DJ Khaled)

[Intro:]

At the end of our time

We've chosen to believe in each other

Today we face the monsters that are at our door!

Today we are cancelling the apocalypse!

Catastrophic!

Yeah, do you know who I am?

You know who I am, nigga?

Motherfucker named Reek the Villain, nigga

Where the fuck you been, under a rock, nigga?

The Conglomerate lead off nigga

They send these shits to me, nigga

I lead this shit, Buss finish it, but I lead this shit, man

Fuckin' cockroaches - fuckin' cockroaches

Catastrophic!

[Verse 1: Reek the Villain]

Listen...

I said I'm dippin' in my low-low

Ridin' with that four-four

Pretty bitch beside me, all your bitches they be so-so

And I'm slingin' cocoa, got it for the low-low

Dudes I get my coke from be screamin' 'bout them locos

Know we keep it Trillville, all my niggas real trill

Shout out to my homies in the feds, my nigga Real Nil

Roosevelt we G'd up, wildin' like we eat up

I'm the nicest nigga, Buss can go and kick his feet up

And let me take this over, let me get that dough up

I don't even drive no more, the boy be gettin' chauffeured

And this bitch she wear my chain, I'm feelin' like I'm Hova

And you used to be the man, now your shit is over, it's over

Catastrophe!

If you listening to this song right now, blessings

That means the world didn't end

But this shit is catastrophic

You test Conglomerate

The world gon' end

You test Busta Rhymes, Reek the Villain, J-Doe

It's YMCMB

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]

If you ain't know we hear to win, lethal like I'm heroin

Every time we come again, niggas know we murderin'

Everything about y'all, bitch you know I don't care

Make my niggas throw chairs, we ain't goin' nowhere

Bitch they love Busta, know they lovin' Busta

Your swag lackluster – matter of fact, fuck ya

Bitch I got a chauffeur, and a fuckin' butler

Pics of bitches givin' me head on Instagram and Tumblr

I don't need your number, throw 'em in the dumpster

When you get new money, bitch, you get a new type of hunger

Smokin' like a muffler, gettin' money like a hustler

I don't mean to be mean but I'll poke your spleen 'til the shit get ruptured

Dali!

Don't play yourself

You know when you hear the icon, legend Busta Rhymes

You know what he does

You know how he does it, too

He shits on every verse

Shits on you

And finished you

This shit is catastrophic

Conglomerate

[Verse 3: J-Doe]

How do I start this? Wanna say some hard shit

To show you I'm a artist, but this song is retarded

I can't think of nothin', but I gotta say somethin'

And since this track is bumpin', these ratchet hoes gon' love it

I be goin' crazy on these records every day

I'm getting' to the money every ma'fuckin' way

I let all these hoes come over but not one of them can stay

And this shit gon' never change 'til I'm old and I'm gray

Sit your ass down... and don't say nothin'

Better get excited when you see the don bumpin'

And to me it's like Christmas for these bitches they be blushin'

It's disgustin' how they love it but I ain't givin' 'em nothin'

Yeah...

[Outro:]

More money, more problems

Same shit, just a different day

It's the end of the world every day

It's called survival

This shit is catastrophic

Catastrophe

No room for the weak

The weak can suck a dick, and bow down

Conglomerate

We the best

YMCMB

Shaheem Reid

All Gold Everything lyrics - Busta Rhymes (performed with Reek Da Villian & J-Doe with Trinidad James)

[Intro: Busta Rhymes]

Ayo, why you niggas wanna try to complicate shit?

Why y'all niggas wanna try to ask me questions now?

Y'all know what the fuck I do, man

Don't ask me shit, man

[Hook:]

Gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring

Cold all in my watch, don't believe me just watch

Don't believe just watch

Don't believe just watch

Don't believe just watch

Don't believe just watch

Gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring

Cold all in my watch, don't believe me just watch

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]

Get up off my block, nigga

See the gold Musson drop top, nigga?

Pinky ring make a bitch fart, nigga

30-karat yellow canary rock, in her

Look, you got nerve lil' nigga

King Tut ready, to the curb, lil' nigga

I hope you listenin' to every word, lil' nigga

Full course comin', this the hors d'oeuvre, lil' nigga

Three-kilo gold Cuban on my neck, homie

Three dice roll Cee-Lo when I bet only

All gold uniform like my name Kobe

All gold unicorn pendent on my trophy

World champ of this whole shit, niggas know me

So much gold niggas bitches call me Goldie

Did so much for the game, niggas owe me

For the co-sign I'm the one you gotta go see

Before you niggas try to approach me

Just know I'm in the corner, kinda busy where the hoes be

I'm the coke layin' under where they nose be

You the joke, niggas laughing at you low key

Now get to know the way the bro live

Derek Lam gold frames up on my nose bridge

Gold Ace bottles fillin' up my whole fridge

Showcase models, nails, toes did

Solid gold, kid

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]

Gold all in my chain, gold all on my wall

Not only do I kill verses, but I wrote all of your favourite songs

Chris Brown, Jamie Foxx, killer rollin' in tank

Yeah I got plaques all on my wall, and I got stacks all in my bank

Nigga, nigga, nigga

How the fuck can you hate, ungh

When I'm just doin' my thing? Aye!

What other nigga you know, write pop songs, rap and make base? None

I am original, these other rappers sound typical

I got it locked in the figure-four

And they could never see me, I'm invisible

And I got...

[Verse 3:]

Gold chain on my frame with the gold Jesus

Whole bank in my jeans I'm a gold Visa

Gold bling in my ring like a Saints helmet

Gold rappers on my dick then your girl pelvis

Fuck, boy... we don't fuck with no broke dudes

My jewelry game is bicoastal

And my piece is on my stomach like soul food

Your homie snitchin', he so fool

Over bread I'm a show him what the toast do

Seein' lines in HD like Pro Tools

Then hit the Hamptons and throw on my boat shoes

Cruise the Atlantic, stoppin' out in Trinidad

Make a movie, turn a island into Cinemax

Gold album would appear from a pen and pad...

Assemble that...

[Hook]

Poetic Justice lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Q-Tip & Janet Jackson)

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]

Look, tell me what you really wanna see

I had the greatest experience, you can have video, what's it gonna be?

I had to say it wowing, my heartbeat started pounding

Walked on the set while she got dressed and cocked wings on her outfit

Janet, why you doing this to me?

At the time I couldn't believe we both were starring in this movie

You in my video, you know a nigga loved it

I spent 2.4 million on the fucking budget

All my jewelry flooded, see how the kid was on?

First rap nigga album you've ever featured on

And I was weak in the Lord, despite the things we said

My first words to Hype Williams is "I can't believe this dream"

Shot a solo scene, I tried to make mines better

But I love when we shot together, and we rubbed up on each other

But I'm a little jealous, Tip, your tongue went in her mouth

In that Poetic Justice movie, from what I can account

You know what we be 'bout...

Any time, huh?

Any place, baby?

Now, you know, at the time, I was really

I really had my crush on shorty, man, you know what I mean?

Yeah, I was in love with shorty since she was Benny

and all that on Good Times and shit, you know what I mean?

Ayo, come one, you's a fucked up dude for doin' that to me, man

You broke my heart with that, man

[Verse 2: Q-Tip]

Come on, Buss, you know how many dudes say that to me? Like...

Once a day, girl, truly

We grew up with her through the lens of a camera

Didn't have much, but dare said I'm having her

Shorty was the joint, here's my case and point

Me and 'Pac rollin' L's in the trailer

Both of us get to scheming how to nail her

First movie about to come out in the theater

Pleasure principle, butt to the makeup truck, so ill I gave her my code

We kissed, I took her control, we swapped as all the film rolled

A marathon, we kept this good thing going, sunset, the moon, it came on

In my mind it would prolong

Listen, the scene was deaded, but I wanted my own edit

Me and Justice kissing keep it going, two pros with credit

A memorable summer in '92 out in Cali

When I got back up top my niggas asked about the fatty

And did I smash her madly, to that I had to answer

Negative, but I'd give anything to be her dancer

A captivating lady, I used to be her baby

Good Times, they never fading

Look back and celebrate Poetic Justice

[Outro: Janet Jackson]

At any time, and any place, I don't care who's around

At any time, and any place, I don't care who's around

In the thunder and rain, you stare into my eyes

I can feel your hand moving up my thighs

In the thunder and rain, you stare into my eyes

I can feel your hand moving up my thighs

What You Know About It lyrics - Busta Rhymes (performed with Reek Da Villian feat. J-Doe)

[Intro:]

Nigga, you know who the fuck we is?

(The Conglomerate...)

[Verse 1:]

Fuck boy, I'm a money hoe

I truck a wealthy nigga 'fore you ever see my money low

Alfredo, I got fettuccini, they be rappin'

Talkin' all that money they never seen

Frontin' like you got bank roll

Nigga, you don't make dough

Birthday over, one slice left of cake, though

They be on that funny shit, we be on that money shit

Catch 'em drinkin', pull up on that bar, give you a 20 clip

Rap life, trap life, black white, stash pipes

Back streets maskin' up watchin' for the flashlights

Your girl wanna suck me off, she ain't have to ask twice

Big strong brother and I'm out like it's my last night

Cocaine cowboy, long island D-Boy

Blow is raw and that thing gleamin' like Leroy

Black and yellow Smith & Wesson that's my bumble bee toy

And they gon' reminisce over your ass, trouble T-Roy

Yeah! Yeah! When I let that thing go

The whole club sleepin' on the floor like it's hangover

Monday is Juliette's, Tuesday is Green House

Wednesday and butter, I'm a pull out all this green

And let it go!

[Hook:]

What you know about it?

Get green, whip clean, what you know about it?

Put them, put them hands up if you know about it

Don't never see a broke motherfucker 'round me

What you know about it?

Get green, whip clean, what you know about it?

Put them, put them, put them hands up if you know about it

You ain't never seen a broke motherfucker 'round me

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]

Mad machete, Busta Rhymes, you ain't ready, boy

Fuckin' somethin' up when it's comin' to that fetti, boy

Lil' lame niggas better get your parachute and jump

Get up off my plane 'fore my niggas para-shoot-you-up

Think I'm sayin' peace when I throw them fuckin' deuces up?

I'm only signalin' niggas to start hangin' them nooses up

Somebody gonna die, break a branch just to beat you

Go! Chop the body parts and let the pigs eat you

Holes through every part of your body we can see through

Continue blowin' the cannon, I wouldn't wanna be you

I let it go like I'm sick and hear voices

Spend money like a nigga copped a fleet of Rolls Royces

Prepared to purchase everything while exploring the choices

Then enjoy eatin' your food like I'm eatin' lobsters and oysters

Time and time again I got 'em walkin' like a fiend walk

I'm done speakin' to niggas, I'm a let the homie Doe talk

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]

Brought twenty thou out and I'm a blow it

Your man pullin' fifteen hundred out just to show it

If shorty ain't drinkin' hard liquor we'll Moet

Then it's to the Tele suite afterward so she can hoe it

She gon' swallow all of me, I'm a blow her brains out

My kids need a place to live, her mouth like a safe house

Loud pack of kush and that Goose got me spaced out

Standin' on the sofa fadin', sweatin' all my waves out (faded)

In my new Trews, slow bucks, long sleeve

Lookin' like I need to be posin' under palm trees

And I'm quick to let my four squirt

Unemployed gangster nigga, you don't want no work

We live by the hustler testament

We cop a brick and take it to the floor like we wrestling

Throw it in the pot with the fish and we stretchin' it

Go and hug the corner like we sexin' it, fuck boy

Eighteen-wheeler jewelry game truck, boy

She ain't drop, don't be a hater, let her cook, boy

My chrome and black nina call her lady luck

And any time you see her goin' down she gon' give it up

Like, let it go!

[Hook]

Let it go...

Diamond In The Ruff lyrics - Busta Rhymes (performed by Reek Da Villian & J-Doe)

[Intro:]

Yeah

You know what I'm sayin', like

Got a lot of these ma'fuckin' sucka ass niggas

Niggas be havin' fallouts with they niggas over these bitches

That ain't gangster, nigga

I don't give a fuck (that ain't gangter, nigga)

Right or wrong, I ain't never stop fuckin' with one of my niggas over a bitch

Might not, never!

Might not, never!

Know what I'm sayin'?

I'll tell you my story, nigga

Listen...

[Verse 1:]

We started out moving niddicks

Worked our way up to briddicks

On the block holdin' fiddiffs

Hustlin' 'til the sun show

Beef came, let the guns blow, movin' like bros, sharin' one soul

Nigga fuck around and messed up young hoe

Knew she was a slob, still gave the bitch a son, though

Stupid, dirt-bomb bitch tryin' to holler

Hittin' me on Facebook, creepin', tryin' to swallow

But don't let your homie know, keep it on the low, boo

Came to you like a real nigga, and I showed you

You went back and told a bitch right after I told you

So she flipped the shit around, now you lookin' funny

Stopped comin' 'round, now you actin' all funny

Don't even pick up the phone for a nigga unless it's money (wow)

Shittin' on your man got me feelin' like a dummy

Never thought you would play me for some bunny, fucked nigga

You know the real love come before the riches

You know the saying, nigga, money over bitches (MOB, nigga)

Even better, bros over hoes

Only sucka ass niggas sell they souls over gold

(Type of nigga like you) can't put a price on integrity

Naw - flippin' over hoes, homie, never me

Naw - 'cause I'm what you call a real nigga

If you ain't that, we ain't even tryin' to deal with ya

Pussy...

[Verse 2:]

Yeuh

Watch me

Aye

Okay

I think about her every now and then

I think about the time we used to spend

I think about the trips we used to take

I think about the love we used to make

I think about, I think about our first and last date

I think about how we can never be

I think about how we never agreed

Unh, unh, unh, look, look

Why I'm thinking 'bout her crazy ass?

Cause she a diamond in the ruff and I can't let it pass

Still in college, still live with her mama

But she don't let a nigga pay when I say that I got it

When she goin' through hard times, I put dough in her pocket

She take it out, give it to me, then tell me to stop it

She say she got her own dreams and her own goals

And all I need is your support down the long road

I told her that she got that

That's why she never on the market 'cause I locked that

Yeuh – yeuh