Busta Rhymes

[GKZ]

Get You Some

[Chorus]
[Marsha] Money, cars, clothes, sexy broads, plenty more, go.. get you some
[Q-Tip] Mansion, lots, planes, Phantoms, bitch you better...
[Marsha] Go.. get you some
[Q-Tip] Hustlin, jugglin, robbin, stealin shit, I gotta get this fuckin
[Marsha] Money, cars, clothes, sexy broads, plenty more, go.. get you some
[Q-Tip] Fortune, power, fame, passion for this shit you need to...
[Marsha] Go.. get you some
[Q-Tip] Don't stop, nigga we ain't done, gun it through your fuckin road block

[Busta Rhymes]
I'm sayin who told y'all to let a muhfucker back on the block
with the bullshit, see y'all done fucked up now!
Turn the volume up and bang it out the trunk now!
You gotta problem son? Imagine how the club sound
Look and see I'm ready to spark it
Soon as I zoom on my target, muhfucker better roll out the carpet
See the way I comin through, and how I kick in the door
Watch how I coffee grind like never before.. the way I wreck from the door
So I mack wit' em, passin em, when I'm speakin
I'm preachin, all my niggaz out in EVERY HOOD!
You tryin to compete? You better be INCREDIBLY GOOD!
Niggaz you want heat? I figured you would!
That's I waste no time to give it to you niggaz (this time)
And give you all the jewels in (this rhyme), and then I put it down to you all!
I can't get enough of it niggaz, I gotta ex-plore (many)
All of my options, I gotta get me plenty more...

[Chorus]

[Busta Rhymes]
A lot of niggaz shit sound dated
I'm like Shaq, franchise player just got traded
to the number one team in the league
See I ain't on J Records, I'm on DRE Records, Aftermath BITCH!
You need to learn 'cause you ain't knowin the half, BITCH!
And while I'm gone I'm puttin dough in the stash, BITCH!
So new and fresh I say it again
So what it do, don't test see I'ma blaze to the end
I'm comin through, so confess you niggaz know who the kid
I'm like a newborn nigga, that's securing a win
(HOT!) So new and so current and they hate this
The streets'll classify in another level of greatness
I'm here to fix up the game, I'm givin it a facelift
New and improved, watch the way I make the game shift!
Now watch me swing it out the ballpark
I come to shut it down, don't let the war start while I come to get the...

[Chorus]

 

[GKZ]

Touch It

Touch It


"Touch it- bring it - pay it - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 6x]

[Intro]
Aiyyo Swizz I don't think they ready for this shit
Aiyyo let me take they ass back to the club real quick

[Verse 1]
(Get low Bus!) Who be the King of the Sound? (Uh huh)
Busta Bus back to just put a lock on a town (Uh huh)
Lot of my bitches be comin from miles around
See they be cumin (Uh!) cause they know how the God get down (TURN IT UP!!)
NOW YOU KNOW WHO HOLDIN THE THRONE SO GIMME THE CROWN (Huh)
NIGGAS SOLUTIN AND TRYIN TO GIVE ME A POUND (Come on)
I DON'T REALLY FUCK WITH YOU NIGGAS YOU NIGGAS IS CLOWN
MAKIN THE BITCHES STRIPPIN THROW THEY SHIT ON THE GROUND
(Get low Bus!) Now that's the way that it goes (Uh huh)
When we up in the spot the shit be flooded with hoes (Come on)
See we a make it hot, the chicks will come out their clothes
That's when you get it (Huh) mami already know I suppose (TURN IT UP!!)
SHORTY WILDIN AND SHORTY OPEN SHE BEASTIN IT OUT
FOR THE RECORD (Huh) JUST A SECOND I'M FREAKIN IT OUT (Come on)
WHILE SHE TRYIN TO Touch SEE I WAS PEEPIN IT OUT
SHE TURNED AROUND AND WAS TRYIN TO PUT MY DICK IN HER MOUTH I LET HER

[Chorus]
"Touch it- bring it - pay it - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
[repeat 4x]

[Verse 2]
(Get low Bus!) And as we started, got me ringing her bell (Uh huh)
When I come I be doin it and doin it well (Uh huh)
Then I beat up the coochie and be makin it swell
Tryin to hide the smell of the sex, spraying on the Chanel (TURN IT UP!)
THEN THEY TRY TO WALK WITH A STRUT SO NO ONE COULD TELL
HOW A NIGGA GOT IN THEY BUTT, MADE EVERYTHING JAIL
NOW THE TICKLE WILD LIKE A NUT, SHE BLOWIN MY CELL (Come on)
CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF THE KID I PUT HER UNDER MY SPELL
(Get low Bus!) It's crowded mami move it along (Uh huh)
If you know you 'bout it then get to removin your thong (Uh huh)
To the whip in back of the truck that's where you belong
After the Yac, see the type of raunchy shit they be on (TURN IT UP!!)
STREET NIGGAS RESPECT IT BECAUSE MY MOVEMENT IS STRONG (Come on)
CAUSE WE CONSISTENTLY REPPIN SEE MY MONEY IS LONG
ALL MY BITCHES IS WITH ME SEE HOW THEY SINGIN THE SONG
PLUS HOW WE GIVE YOU THE STICK AND WE BE DICKIN ALONG, I LET HER

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
(Get low Bus!) The God of the black, see that I'm back (Uh huh)
Every single time that I drop, the shit is a wrap (Uh huh)
For the niggaz hatin the kid I'm clos to strap
Cause all these bitches wanna come talk to sit on my lap (TURN IT UP!!)
EVERYTIME I GIVE YOU BANG SHIT TO KNOCK IN YOUR WHIP
NIGGA ALWAYS DO HIS THING BITCH LOCKIN THE STRIP (Come on)
LOT OF MAMI'S IS DANCIN AND THEY SHAKIN THEY HIPS
AFTER THAT THEY GET LOW AND PUT THE THING ON THEIR LIPS, I LET 'EM

[Chorus]

 

[GKZ]

How We Do It Over Here

How We Do It Over Here


[Missy] Bus-a-Bus baby-baby! Nooowww...

[Hook: Missy Elliott]
Pop yo' collars like this
Bottles up like this
Side to side like this
Holla if ya like this

[Chorus One: Missy Elliott]
See the ass? Touch me right there
Wanna touch my nookie baby? Touch me right there
Make me lose my mind baby? Touch me right there
Party over here, ain't shit over there!

[Busta Rhymes]
See how I'm drillin 'em baby?
It's Bus-a-Bus back bitch, I'm killin 'em crazy
We off the Relaxic, I'm spillin the gravy
Got every club packed thick, creating a frenzy
To be the latest greatest for all you niggaz from gazing
Bugatti off white tan, interior pastry
See my swagger sharp like that, these niggaz amaze me
As a matter a fact just salute me and praise me
Enough of that

[Missy Elliott]
We be up in the club, niggaz sportin them minks
Tipsy in the club, nigga buyin 'em drinks
Walk around lookin like our shit don't stink
Ice by my neck so bright, watch 'em blink

[Busta Rhymes]
Okay, now I got me a clear view
I like it when you get up and I'm lovin ya hairdo
The way you cross ya legs, ass spread in the chair you
The way ya clothes skimpy, so it's easy to tear through
Appreciate my presence, while I shine wit' a barrel
I came up wit' cut diamonds, obscure in a rare blue
Shorty ain't checkin for you, step to the way I do
Super senile, I ain't the one to compare to
Now she was sayin...

[Chorus Two: Missy Elliott]
See the ass? Touch me right there
Wanna touch my nookie baby? Touch me right there
Is that Dr. Dre baby? Touch me right there
Party over here, ain't shit over there!

[Hook]

[Busta] What you sayin Missy!?

[repeat Hook]

[Break]
[Busta] We got some shit for that ass
[Missy] Come on give it to me
[Busta] We got some shit for that ass
[Missy] Come on give it to me
[Busta] We got some shit for that ass
[Missy] Come on give it to me
[Busta] We got some shit for that ass girl

[Busta Rhymes]
Bounce back, brand new on the scene what?
Took a little minute, I'm back with the re-up
Switched it up a little bit, back with a clean cut
Shorty's lost her head, see all the koochies I cream up
I love the way she in all over the girls when I'm teaming up
It's gettin hotter in this bitch, windows are steaming up
Amazed by the pinky, neck, and wrist be gleaming up
How I dominate the scene, how a nigga be cleaning up
I see you liking everything, you see me and you
You frowning on your girl, like you ain't willing to share boo
The hotel ain't far, meet me there and if you
Ya girl looking like she wit' it, she can come/cum in too
You get impatient Ma, show you just how the kid move
I'm bangin in the truck, and let her watch in the rearview
See we don't really care about the niggaz who came through
over there 'cause over here, see I'ma show ya how we do
So check it baby...

[Chorus One]

[Busta Rhymes + Missy]
See it don't matter what ya doin over there
See we gets it poppin, that's how we do it over here
That's if we toss bottles, that's how we do it over here
Check it, floss models, that's how we do it over here
Listen, rare throttles, that's how we do it over here
Check it, ice collars, that's how we do it over here nigga
See it don't matter what ya doin over there
See we gets it poppin, that's how we do it over here (over here)

 

[GKZ]

New York Shit

New York Shit


[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
DJ Scratch you sick for this one

[Swizz Beatz]
WOO! Come on! New York we back!!! (Swizzy!!!)

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
If you from New York stand up right now!
If you from New York hands up right now!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!

[Swizz Beatz]
Yeah! Yeah! I'm on my New York shit
Hat to the back on my New York shit
(WOO! WOO!) Yeah, I'm on my New York shit (Oh!)
Tims with the shorts on my New York shit (Come on!)
I'm on my New York shit, ridin on the train on my New York shit
Burner in the club on my New York shit
Razor in my mouth on my New York shit (Ladies and Gentlemen!!!)

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah! I'm on my New York shit
Got the world followin the New York script
Hustle with Tims and hoodies on my New York flip
Rubberband stack money with my New York click
Yeah! I'm on my New York shit
I rep the Giants, the Jets, New York Knicks
Taylor made clothin with my New York stitch
My chick bangin don't you see my New York bitch
Yeah! I'm on my New York shit
You niggaz know we deserve the props we get
Ridin up in therange I'm in my New York whip
International chicks on my New York dick
Yeah! I'm on my New York shit
See how I kill it with my New York spit
Thanks to the boroughs now I'm New York rich
The way I flood 'rm thoro with my New York hits

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
If you from New York stand up right now!
If your from New York hands up right now!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
(Talk to 'em)

[Swizz Beatz]
Yeah! Yeah! I'm on my New York shit
Kid Capri on my New York shit (Come on!)
DJ Red Alert on my New York shit (Bounce!)
Funkmaster Flex on my New York shit (Shit!)
WOO! I'm on my New York shit
B.I.G. on my New York shit
(WOO!) Big Pun on my New York shit
Jam Master Jay on my New York shit

[Busta Rhymes]
BVD's and durags nigga
Stand on the corners, God build on five percent lessons
Got a nickel crack hand on hand niggaz
On a hustle rebellin, while the D's calculatin who sellin
Sell drugs right in front of the deli
Pancho know what we doin and while we bubblin our corner be brewin
Introduce you to the new walk nigga, and the new talk nigga
That's how we do when we in New York niggaz
Yeah! Yeah! I'm on my New York shit
Every hood love me for my New York skill
I got alot of money on that New York strip
Gully rock a scully with a New York fit
Yeah! I'm on my New York shit
Run up in The Tunnel catch a New York vick
O.D.B. reppin New York sick
Shit you want the truth take a New York trip

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
If you from New York stand up right now!
If your from New York hands up right now!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah! I think it's about time for y'all to give New York there shit back
Y'all know where the crown belong, y'all know we started this shit
You know we gave birth to all of this shit
Don't get it confused nigga, Flipmode bitch!!! Full Surface bitch!!!
To the family that helped me get rich since day one
Chris Lighty, James Cruz, Mona Scott, the whole Violator family bitch!!!
Big up to Nas, big up to Jay-Z, big up to Roc-A-Fella, big up to Ruff Ryders
DMX, EPMD, Jazzy Joyce, Cocoa Chenelle, Green Lantern, Mister Cee, DJ Enuff
DJ Camilo, DJ Envy, Clue, Kay Slay, the voice of New York Angie Martinez
Grandmixer DST, yeah, Grandwizard Theodore
Grandmaster Flash, I'm a take it all the way back
Run-D.M.C., LL Cool J, Ralph McDaniels
Cold Crush Brothers, Fab 5 Freddy, Funky Four Plus One More, Zulu Nation
Spoony G, Five Percent Nation Of Islam, Yeah! Wu-Tang, Treacherous Three and all of that
Busy B whattup!!! Brucie B, Luv Bug Starski ya nah mean, Big Daddy Kane, Rakim, Kool G. Rap
We 'gon keep it goin, Public Enemy, B.D.P. I wanna big up producers like Pete Rock, Marley Marl
Premo, Eric "Vietnam" Sadler, Keith Shocklee, Large Professor, Easy Mo Bee, Diamond D
Howie T, Mantronix, yeah, Awesome Two, hey y'all I can't forget my nigga Biz Markie
Just Ice, Lord Finesse, MC Shan, Cutmaster DC, UTFO, Whodini, Doug E. Fresh, Slick Rick
Ultramagnetic, X-Clan, Nice N Smooth, yeah, aiyyo, let me big up my ladies!!!
My ladies and mothers of hip hop, MC Lyte, Salt N Pepa, Latifah, Sha Rock
All the Roxannes, The Real Roxanne, Roxanne Shante, yeah, Pebbly Poo
Yeah yeah we fuckin y'all head up boy, we takin it back nigga!!!!
NEW YORK YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS STAND UP NEW YORK!!!!
Yeah! I ain't finshed yet! Mr. Magic, Chuck Chillout, Audio Two
A Tribe Called Quest, De La Soul, Black Sheep, Jungle Brothers
Leaders Of The New School nigga! P. Diddy and the whole Bad Boy!
Brand Nubian nigga! A ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!! I ain't forgettin shit!
Kool Herc, Afrika Bambaata, the fathers of this shit, thank y'all

 

[GKZ]

Been Through The Storm

Been Through The Storm

[Chorus: Stevie Wonder]
Been through the storm, through the cold and rain
Everything's still the same
Can't control how I feel
Sometimes it's hard to keep it real
You see the luxuries in life, with the fortune and fame
Like them Cadillacs with sunroofs mayne
So many ways to make a dollar
Huh, sometimes I think about my father
You see my poppa was broke, and my momma was young
Tryin to blend in with them city folk
Every day landlord knockin down my do'
Wonderin where my next blessing is comin from

[Busta Rhymes]
My momma and poppa, moved to the U.S. as Jamaicans
Struggled to get visas and green cards through immigration
Though my pop was po', stayed away from crime and malice
Hard living gave him hard hands and callous
As a young'n, peep how much they loved each other's space
His hard hands rubbin against the pretty skin of my mother's face
Dig for treasure 'til his hands looked like hands of a junkie
So coarse, slap a mule and take the life from a donkey
On the other hand, mommy was the type to work two jobs
Never enough money, that's why I got your whole crew robbed
Got older, developed ways of grippin the steel
Barely home for me to see her, or get a good cooked meal
Seek refuge in the alleged land of the free, lookin
Blendin in with city folk, down in Flatbush Brooklyn
Feel a little of my pain, follow and sing to it
Homey I seen it all, if you ain't knowin I been through it
In other words I

[Chorus]

[Busta Rhymes]
Got a little older, late teens, me and my crew would huddle
On the corner late nights, plottin to escape struggle
Nights got cold and still would hustle in the same place
In front of Pancho Delis, now the freeze up on a nigga face
1987 Reaganomics ever curious
to visit other cities, out of town kick was serious
Guayanese jeans bounce, put whatever slinger on
Whatever slinger came back, quickly brought me right along
Nigga ran away from home
Doin different wild shit, just to put a pair of Filas on, 'Didas on
Wreck is all for the good, gettin into shit
Like we innocent, actin older than should
Walk around broke in the hood, watchin all the rich niggaz
These younger thugs who try to choke and try to get niggaz
Thinkin 'bout my mom and pop, while I'm monopolizin
To hell with just gettin by and economizin
It's kinda hard bein humble in the belly of struggle
Doin things that probably get you in trouble
That's why we stay up on the block, gettin money while we keepin it safe
In front of churchgoers keepin the faith
Mom and pop be worryin for they son
Despite they struggle and their honest livin look and see just what I become
A scavenger, in brute pursuit to be happy, another young'n that's wildin
Across the line until somebody tryin to cap me - ohhhh shit [gunfire]

[Outro: Stevie Wonder - singer slower with more ad libs]
I been through the storm
Through the cold and rain
Everything's still the same
Can't control how I feel
Sometimes it's hard to keep it real
Woooooooooooooo-whoahhhhhhhhhhhhh
Yeahhhhhhhhhhh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

 

[GKZ]

In The Ghetto

In The Ghetto

[Busta Rhymes]
Y'know, my homey Treach from Naughty By Nature once said
If you ain't from the ghetto, don't COME to the fuckin ghetto
But I'ma let one of our most immaculate tour guides
take us ALL through the ghetto - my nigga Rick James!

[Rick James - sampled from "Ghetto Life" + (backup singers)]
When I was a young boy, growin up in the ghetto!
Hangin out on corners, singin with the fellas
Lookin for the cute chicks, tryin to find me big fun
Lookin for some trouble, or anyone who'll give me some
I was young and crazy! (In the ghetto)
Didn't know what my life would be (In the ghetto)
I was dumb and oh so lazy (In the ghetto)
Something had a spell on me (In the ghetto)
You all know what I'm talkin 'bout (Talkin 'bout ghetto life)
(Talkin 'bout ghetto life)
You all know what I'm singin 'bout (Talkin 'bout ghetto life)
Ghetto liiiiiiiiife (Talkin 'bout ghetto life)

[Busta Rhymes]
(In the ghetto) Sure we be takin them chances
While we search for the answers we be smokin them cancer sticks
Police provokin muh'fuckers we dancin
And we be dodgin them bullets they be poppin off at us, shit
But yet we always romance the street
And fall in love with the hood 'til somebody come blast the heat
Always up to no good, so all of my fam could eat
See in the hood we hungry - hey nigga we playin for keeps
My soldiers on the block get on it
It be good if you flaunt it, we will take if we want it
See niggaz from the ghetto got a different state of mind
With a different kind of hustle and we iller with the grind
And develop our muscle 'til we sicker with the shine
In the struggle, thus our money come quicker doin crime
I see the way we rep the hood, gotta love me
You can take me out the ghetto, but you can't take it from me
Gotta love it

[Chorus: Rick James + (backup singers)]
(Talkin 'bout ghetto life)
Ghetto liiiiiiiiife (Talkin 'bout ghetto life)
You all know what I'm singin 'bout (Talkin 'bout ghetto life)
Ghetto liiiiiiiiife (Talkin 'bout ghetto life)

[Busta Rhymes]
(In the ghetto) That's where we get into that street shit
Hustle hard, try to get money quick (In the ghetto)
That's where I got my name from
I learned to get money and I got all my game from (In the ghetto)
That's where you eat with a bunch of the wolves
And get to hustlin as hard as you could (In the ghetto)
Until your cake stackin shit'll get good
Throw a block party for the whole hood (In the ghetto)
With them burnout cellys
Talk crazy, sell drugs in front of Pancho Deli
Crackhead chicks still smuggle babies in they belly
And them piss in elevators 'til the lobby all smelly (In the ghetto)
That's where I keep my ratchets
Get my instincts and survival tactics
Ain't nuttin like the hood nigga, I don't care
You survivin in the ghetto you can make it anywhere
Gotta love it

[Chorus]

[Interlude: Busta Rhymes]
To my East coast niggaz - rep your ghetto
West coast niggaz - rep your ghetto
Midwest niggaz - rep your ghetto
Down South niggaz - rep your ghetto
To my East coast niggaz - rep your ghetto
West coast niggaz - rep your ghetto
Midwest niggaz - rep your ghetto
To my Dirty South niggaz - rep your ghetto

[Busta Rhymes]
(In the ghetto) Even though they act rude
You'll always find a good chick to hold a brick for they dude
Behind the bullshit, me and my clique on the move
We honor the code of the street, and live by the rules (In the ghetto)
Is where, all of the hood's at
Find the most crooks and they sell the most drugs at
Where you find beautiful women and rugrats
And some of the most powerful people, I love that!
C'mon

[Outro: Rick James + (backup singers)]
(Talkin 'bout ghetto life)
You all know what I'm talkin 'bout (Talkin 'bout ghetto life)
(Talkin 'bout ghetto life)
You all know what I'm singin 'bout (Talkin 'bout ghetto life)
Ghetto liiiiiiiiife (Talkin 'bout ghetto life)
(In the ghetto)

"Never mind who you thought I was, I'm Rick James BITCH!" [applause]
"Cocaine is a hell of a drug"

 

[GKZ]

Cocaina

Cocaina

[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Ai-ya-ya-yio...
Busta Rhymes ya gotsa be the sure shot
Flipmode ya gotsa be the sure shot
Aftermath ya gotsa be the sure shot
My live niggaz y'know; who be the sure shot?
Live bitches y'know; who be the sure shot?
Shhhiiieeettt...

[Busta Rhymes]
I'm back in ya soul just like a minister
I'm big like a movie, I'm on the screen and at the cinema
While I'm in the process of slowly gettin rid of ya
I'm back over bitches, and then I throw 'em in my videa
Yeah, yeah, the God of the block
Y'know me killa had you spreadin the spot wet and +Twist It+ like Olivia
Oh shit, flow so sick in the committeea
We know you a slouch duke, we don't even consider ya
Boss nigga, see or hear me in ya area
The more niggaz, the murders, the more the money, the more the merrier
Smash shit 'til everything become mass hysteria
Hungry for street shit, see I be takin care of ya check nigga
Fuck all the talk, homey I'm daring ya
The lead from the shot'll poision ya blood like malaria
made back and sell it over exotic
Worm skin interior, my swagger to my bitch the more money
It's all superior

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
When we in the spot y'know that we sure to shine (to shine)
It's all so holy and so divine
Analyze niggaz 'til we can read ya mind
Sometimes a real live nigga is hard to find
We like, "drugs overdose niggaz every time"
(Cocaina baby, cocaina baby, cocaina baby, cocaina baby)
(Cocaina baby, cocaina baby, cocaina baby, cocaina baby)
We like, "drugs overdose niggaz every time"
(Cocaina baby, cocaina baby)

[Busta Rhymes]
Yo, I'm tired of tellin ya
Back on my bullshit, fuckin put a shell in ya
Gangster niggaz respect it, salute me on the regular
When it comes to the street shit, define me as the emperor
Check it my nigga.. most of you muhfuckers amateur
I muster the nigga quick and damage any challenger
But now y'know, "Oh a nigga flow so spectacular"
Break niggaz down and handle you muhfuckin characters
Captain of this shit but most of you niggaz is passengers
I'm takin it back to the hood, like '87 Maximas
Yeah, yeah y'know who the truth, no need for askin the, same question again
to get the same answer bruh, fasten ya seatbelt
Bitches fuck wit the bachelor
wit' money like a thousand coke deals from here to Panama
Strike like a brightness, a light.. I'm here to dazzle ya
Whole hood from the boroughs, to the niggaz up in Attica
Soldiers in the streets, the Middle East, way down to Canada
When it comes to the block, y'know I'm the ambassador
Follow nobody's footsteps, but said it like a scavenger
Wanna talk money bitch!? Then holla at my manager
The way y'all niggaz is trash, my crew'll get to blasting ya
Twelve shot clip, hollow tips, quick to plaster ya
All over the cement, spread ya like I'm mashing
Everything, Bus-a-Bus date... but check ya fuckin calendar!

[Chorus (w/out the last two "cocaina baby's")]

[Marsha + Busta]
Take me all the waaayyy, where you are (cocaina baby, cocaina baby, cocaina baby)
I really want to mattteee, take me now
Take us far awaayyy, to the skkkyyy (cocaina baby, cocaina baby, cocaina baby)
I really want to mattteee, some.. time

 

[GKZ]

You Can't Hold The Torch

You Can't Hold The Torch

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]

 

[GKZ]

Goldmine

Goldmine

[Raekwon]
Old dro bottles, and blow, blowin from both zones
Layin in them Tahoes we own the projo's
Three for tenement we in the lobby with the big
(da dun dun dun) Don't move cause I'm a representative
Live for the street, ask, you die in the war
'member that -- blast that three atcha -- hide in the wall
We gangsta, republicans with them big things, big rings
Get your head shot off, daddy you don't believe chains
Loose cameras, big hammers, Station Wagon, blue Phantoms
Smokin the block up, y'all witness the zoo gamblers
We ain't takin no shorts, its just the early 80's
That made me, now I sit paid and then maybe
Nothing but my Lords and raps, these bags of dope
Under the mattress and I clack like a slave key
Wash your squad up, I roll double refuse to rock
Closed up my door up and murked you on the job (aww)

[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
Gettin money like back in the days
niggaz get like shower posse in a spec of the drug games
Slayin niggaz, steady sprayin niggaz, till the task forces roll up
In unmarked vehicles and will be layin niggaz
Streched out, focus, see you come back triple
When we O.T. cut it with bakin soda, acquire now
Strategize, gettin paper like the chivey Jamacians
And them George Chain niggaz, might we set up a goal?

[Busta Rhymes]
We got guns tucked in our waistlines, wit raps
Hangin from our back pockets miraculous money nigga
Can't stop at Sherlock - Home can go's
Medallions so big wit strings you could turn 'em into banjos
Phenomenal property, drug money, scram wrap em
A hundred EX - golden like a hundred graham crackers
Sidewindin niggaz tryna infiltrate blindside
A nigga hit you wit the eight, three in the club
Dumbin out, drunk in fronta the airbrush
Backdrop ones out, five dollars for bitches wit the guns out
Juggle for a couple days close shop thinkin,
To you the bubble until the strip is hotter than a microwave
Don't stop, travel all my spare time and keep niggaz wit us
To push shit like George Jefferson Airline
No fro niggaz better go chill, 'fore this gun
Goes up your nose like coke sniffin up your nose dude

[Hook]

[Raekwon]
Ay yo, snoop me kid, coop me in the red room booth
And eatin Fruit Loops its all for the loot boo
Designated hammer that'll lay ya up scrambling
Blant ninjas get 'em more popped up, and start blowin niggaz magnums up
Caught me in the mix wit some rich soldiers, that reaction
Is a key action, black sent forty doja's up
We hunt 'em like big plans, my big mans and them
Slick as the shit breaks from outtas you, rip dip, then quakes them

[Busta Rhymes]
See I was always good at science, in the class I was hopin
Ask 'em for the chemistry temperature now I'm cookin the coke up
Used to sit and watch them older niggaz for hours
And did acknowledge to how cold water quickly harden the powder
Took your turn into somethin big to accredit (uhh)
But ya needs connect shit up from South America
Money calculations, told B.I.G. I sit up on it still
Holdin old hundred dollar bills, wit small faces

[Hook]

 

[GKZ]

I Love My Bitch

I Love My Bitch

[Busta Rhymes] I love my bitch
[Kelis] I love my nigga
[x6]

My lady never lets me down
thats why i never let her go
she always here to lift me up
when i fall down and hit the floor
my baby so amazing
let me sit back and count the ways
1...... she the shit
2...... she the shit
3...... she the shit

[Busta Rhymes (Kelis)]
i love my bitch
i love my lady yup yup
i love my bitch
(i love you nigga)
i love my lady yup yup
i love my bitch
(i love you nigga)
i love my lady yup yup
i love my bitch
(i love you nigga)
i love my bitch
she the shit
[Kelis (Busta Rhymes)]
i love my nigga yup yup
i love my boy
(i love my bitch)
i love my nigga yup yup
i love my boy
(i love my bitch)
i love my nigga
(i love my bitch)
i love my nigga
he bring me joy

[Busta Rhymes]
I love my girl cause she knows the shit
she acting kinda ill but she aint scared of the dick
got her on tape but though she act kinda rude
bet she know my money gone
she spent a do on a dude
real life chicken let her fucked with a thug
sippin martini's drinkin, wanna fuck in the club
cause . . . see thats my chick
thats my chick, thats my chick
yeah she the shit
and she the type that keep shit on low
never stress the kid when im surrounded with hoes
if you knew the shit that she be doing to me
in the club, in the crib, or when i'm pushing the v
see, shorty ass be all over the place
nigga front she probally put her ass all in your face for me
cause thats my chick, cause thats my chick
cause that my chick, and she the shit

My lady never lets me down
thats why i never let her go
she always here to lift me up
when i fall down and hit the floor
my baby so amazing
let me sit back and count the ways
1...... she the shit
2...... she the shit
3...... she the shit

[Busta Rhymes (Kelis)]
i love my bitch
i love my lady yup yup
i love my bitch
(i love you nigga)
i love my lady yup yup
i love my bitch
(i love you nigga)
i love my lady yup yup
i love my bitch
(i love you nigga)
i love my bitch
she the shit
[Kelis (Busta Rhymes)]
i love my nigga yup yup
i love my boy
(i love my bitch)
i love my nigga yup yup
i love my boy
(i love my bitch)
i love my nigga
(i love my bitch)
i love my nigga
he bring me joy

[Busta Rhymes]
you see my bitch she a one of a kind
i know you wish your bitch was a rider like mine
when you see my chick you know my shortys a dime
what she doing with them bitches
she be skipping the line
listen, the type that reserve that ass for a nigga
and if i had to skip town she's hold the stash for a nigga
i'm saying cause thats my chick
cause thats my chick, cause thats my chick
and she the shit
i know you buggin on the way shit sound
but you know you know i love the way my bitch be holdin it down
she is truely thoruow(sp) about the way she be reppin it hard
travel anywhere my shorty come fuck with the gaurd
bust it, mami always creep for you if she can
even if she have to get up and even lie on the stand
i'm saying . . . thats my chick
thats my chick, thats my chick
cause she the shit

My lady never lets me down
thats why i never let her go
she always here to lift me up
when i fall down and hit the floor
my baby so amazing
let me sit back and count the ways
1...... she the shit
2...... she the shit
3...... she the shit

[Busta Rhymes (Kelis)]
i love my bitch
i love my lady yup yup
i love my bitch
(i love you nigga)
i love my lady yup yup
i love my bitch
(i love you nigga)
i love my lady yup yup
i love my bitch
(i love you nigga)
i love my bitch
she the shit
[Kelis (Busta Rhymes)]
i love my nigga yup yup
i love my boy
(i love my bitch)
i love my nigga yup yup
i love my boy
(i love my bitch)
i love my nigga
(i love my bitch)
i love my nigga
he bring me joy