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

[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
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

[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
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 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
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

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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!
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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
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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
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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...
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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]
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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!
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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!
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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'
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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!

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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
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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
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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)
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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
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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

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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
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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)
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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
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"E.L.E. (Extinction Level Event) 2: End Of The World" (2012)

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Stop The Party Lyrics – Busta Rhymes

[Swizz Beatz - Chorus]
I said wait, stop the party
I don’t wanna hurt nobody but
(ooooh, yeah ooooh, yeah ooooh)

get em up get get em up (oooh)
get em up get get em up (yeah)
get em up get get em up (oooh)
get em up get get em up
I said wait, stop the party
I don’t wanna hurt nobody but

[Busta Rhymes]
shit thats what it’s coming to
tell me how you want it boo
fuck a lying a nigga see we stripping right in front of you
check plus you don’t really want it duke
open club security and pull my niggas offa you
why try stop it, see we prime time coming through
shut it down, disrespectful bitch
thats what we love to do
check the method how I tread it that aint nothing new
hectic like the ton

[Swiss Beatz]
wait, stop the party, I don’t wanna hurt nobody but
(ooh, yeah, ohh, yeah)
get ya drinks cause you don’t really care what they think right
(ooh, yeah, ohh yeah)
who him? he’s a rat
to the hood he can never come back right

[Busta Rhymes - Verse 2]
Back with the Ackrite
flyin’ out from last nite
shining like a flash light
you know we in here
and we hotter than a stove top
never know we won’t flop
see me got em going now we throw in the chair
watch how I shift up the pickup with a stack on my mind
till I pick a brick up, coke spillin in your spine
and I paralyse the hood with goodies, niggas know we winning
if you knowin how I’m knowing bring it back to the beginning

[Swizz Beatz]
I said wait, stop the party, I don’t wanna hurt nobody but
(ooh, yeah, ohh)
look at them, they getting money,
and laughing like everything funny like
ha, oohh, ha, hands up
rep your city and let em know everything’s gritty like
OHHH

[Busta Rhymes - Verse 3]
we bout to blow again, nigga here we go again
laundry bag ready back to getting dough again
boy listen we’re about to kill the flow and then
mash on niggas till we force em to get low and them
shit out proportion she be scorching from the opening
carry out the office and you know how we be going in
lets get it over with, bang whatever city that you rep til its over bitch

[Swiss Beatz]
I said wait, stop the party, I don’t wanna hurt nobody but
(ooh, yeah, ohh)
who them? They gonna hate but thats when you know you’re doing great so
I said wait, stop the party, I don’t wanna hurt nobody but
who him, he’s a rat, to the hood he can never come back right
(ooh, yeah, ohh)

get em up get get em up (oooh)
get em up get get em up (yeah)
get em up get get em up (oooh)
get em up get get em up (yeah)
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