Busta Rhymes

[fox69]

"Don't Touch Me (Throw Da Water On 'Em)"

"Don't Touch Me (Throw Da Water On 'Em)"


This is a national security alert
Ground Music, Flip Mode, Aftermath, here we go

Back with the most venomous rap
It be the godfather of the club banger let me hear you clap
You can applause and from the very beginnin'
You can give me a standin' ovation while I'm bangin' your face in

With another banger I call it the cliffhanger
Watch me mangle and strangle this whole rap shit
(Come on)
You could see the way I make 'em mad sick
From down bottom the way I got 'em give me my cash quick
(Come on)

Log on you better grab onto somethin'
Because I'm 'bout to shake shit again and make 'em black bitch
(Come on)
Now you hear the shots ring off from bitches takin' everything off
Each other got 'em whylin' runnin' for cover

The King Kong, Big Foot gully with a scully
Bully of rap still ugly with the money runnin' the trap
Now they givin' me dap, as far as I'm concerned in this mu'f**ker
Like how I got 'em now they ready to snap

So don't touch me nigga
(You might burn yourself)
Don't touch me nigga
(You might burn yourself)

It's gettin' hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
We got 'em hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)

We got 'em hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
We got 'em hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
Here we go

Now you see the alcohol spillin' and we got 'em
Hands in the ceilin', you know we only come to rattle the bulidin'
And break it on down just a little once again
Knowin' we holdin' the bank so let me keep the dice rollin'
And keep it traditional the way I keep my money fallin'

While you slackin' on yo' mackin', Duke, we always keep it goin'
Right to the left, do it to death, now watch me
Come through with a chisel that make the game sizzle
And I, pull out the skillet, prepare for the cookin'

How I'm whylin' niggas wonderin' when I'm gonna bring the hook in
Thugs ice grillin' every time they get to lookin'
Got 'em whylin' overseas all the way back to go Brooklyn
Now they ready to spaz 'cause we bring the best to them

Shit that shut it down on the regular
That's with the fly 80s' nigga that was whippin' in a Cressida
Fresher than, most of these niggas, killin' the rest of the
Fellas that was thinkin' that they as rushin' in and bustin' in
But the way we was doin', we was musclin' their hustlin'

So don't touch me nigga
(You might burn yourself)
Don't touch me nigga
(You might burn yourself)

It's gettin' hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
We got 'em hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)

We got 'em hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
We got 'em hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
Here we go

You don't really want it my dude
I'm sayin' most my niggas is rude
And when we come we eat a nigga food
Back to the fact in the matter at hand
For me to come in control this whole shit, was only part of the plan

The other part of the plan is for you to understand
That nothin' could f**k with the kid, let me say it again
The Broad Back B, Busta Bus back to put out the trash
And just for the record, we got it on smash, now

How the f**k they even got the audacity
The fire marshall come and try to talk about capacity
Every time I'm in the spot, I hope you know it has to be
Extremely packed to shut it down, you'll probably cause a tragedy
Don't you know that when I'm in the place I change the mood again

I be whylin' wit raunchy bitches and a bunch of hooligans
Now don't get it f**ked up just because I flaunt it
Niggas think that they can test me, bring it if you really want it
See I be the type to always beat you to the punch faster
I keep a smile on my face, but carry the Bushmaster

So don't touch me nigga
(You might burn yourself)
Don't touch me nigga
(You might burn yourself)

It's gettin' hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
We got 'em hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)

We got 'em hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
We got 'em hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
Keep it goin'

You already know I said it word to mother
Shit is so hot you niggas think it's cold in the summer
Shh, calm the noise down let's get a little quiet
'Cause the neighbors call the police they know we cause riots

And they know that we'll have them thinkin' they dancin' with the devil
When they play the music turn the volume to the highest level
You got it right
Let's keep the bomb goin' like we lit a stick of dynamite

Bow you know you need to follow whenever you hear the God spit
(Aww shit)
You see me nigga back in the cockpit
Out to gettin' this money I give you all a stock tip
Perspire by a nigga till you see the sweat drop drip

So don't touch me nigga
(You might burn yourself)
Don't touch me nigga
(You might burn yourself)

It's gettin' hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
We got 'em hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)

We got 'em hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
We got 'em hot in this bitch
(So throw the water on 'em)
Here we go

 

[fox69]

"Elevator Music"
(performed with J-Doe)

"Elevator Music"
(performed with J-Doe)



[Verse 1: J-Doe]
If you ain't get the memo, I been here before Nintendo
Every instrumental, I beat that shit up like Kimbo
The whip is too official
Bitch that ain't no rental, noting on my window
I ride my shit on fish bowl, just me and my kin folk
Ballin' like we just got drafted, jeans could pay your rent, hoe
I am the #1 draft pick, I'm spazzin', I'm smashin',
My whip Sunset blasting, my own shit, I'm on, bitch
They be lookin' at the nigga like "oh shit!"
I'm chosen, I'm glowin', my wrist look like it's snowed in
I'm in the freshest clothing, don't act like you ain't knowin'
'Bout J-Doe, I'm great hoe, I be everywhere that you can't go
I hit the game at a different angle
These boys gettin' paid with the same flow,
I'm on my own shit, you see me getting' paper
I'm still a ghetto nigga, those rich folks is my neighbours
I'm getting more popular, so I'm gettin' way more haters
But them boys on the ground, I'm on that elevator

[Hook:]
As you can see it's going down
Actually it's not, let me turn that bitch around
They say it's going down, I say it's going up, stupid
And I got the dough to prove it with my elevator music
Okay, my elevator music
Life is going good, I need my elevator music,
They say it's going down I say it's going up stupid
And I got the dough to prove it, with my elevator music
Come on

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
Why all niggas wanna watch me
Question in the move that I mean
Twenty years later bitch, a lot of bitches say that I'm great
I only say that I'm straight,
Six o'clock and you mother fuckers
I see a lot of niggas who are haters
I'm a need you block and you mother fuckers
Time in time and then I'm coming again
Whatever game watch, in and zone
Call a bitch and let it play with a pussy
Feel me bitch and my camera phone
Watch out now you're the danger on
Just give me the ass and leave me alone
Just do it with the ass and you could go home
Baby girl wildnin', I can only grown
And then I pay attention to the way you're behaving
You already see a nigga, you right
Frontin' 'bout all the good pussy you saving,
But you know a nigga wanna spread you right?
But it in your head and demonstrate the way he use it
We're climbin' maxin' while we're elevating
Elevator music, go!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Reek Da Villain]
You ain't read the headline I'm so dope I might get fed time
And y'all boys ain't made a check 'cause your style passes deadline
For this other motherfuckers it's bedtime, my team is taking over
You can't beat us or join us bitch, so you might as well no rep no more
I'm on your, girlfriend's, list of favorite artists
My flow sound like Harvard, y'all niggas sound retarded
I'm an Inglewood boy and this is how we do it
When you see me, nigga, you see LA, I'm a Bruin

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Extinction Level Event"

"Extinction Level Event"


Uugh, yeah yeah here we go y'all
Here we here we here we go y'all
Busta Rhymes Flipmode y'all
Yeah yeah y'all extinction level event shit
Bomb threat to the whole world
What what what is going on
What the fuck going on here
Check it out yo
Holy amazing grace about face
Total erase you niggaz off the face of the place
Such a shame I had to go grab the calico
Pass the dough before you find out what I had to blast you for
Extreme laws for ones who did try to go against this
Wet your shit up like a sloppy tongue kiss
But don't know what you talking about
Without a doubt where my live niggaz give me a shout
On the strength shit niggaz check for
Connect the four shots and guess who blew it from next door
Time after time we gonna shine again
Feel it like a broad getting fucked from behind again
Ay yo, I be the closest thing to the next
Like the pain and suffering of about a million deaths
I'm only here to present
And bring the impact of the extinction level event
Sing the song of salvation

La la la la laaaa la la
(What y'all gonna do where the fuck you gonna go)
La la la la laaaa la la
(Where the fuck y'all niggaz gonna run
Where y'all niggaz think y'all running to son)
La la la la laaaa la la
(Bomb threat to the world
What the fuck going on with y'all niggaz out here)
La la la la laaaa la la
(We are now a soldier at dawn
Of glory emergency motherfuckas)

Yo, disregard your whole assignment
Crooked ass nigga need some realignment
Now all refinement
Crazy shit that do make me wanna know where my mind went
Blacking out building hostillity getting violent
Straight giving niggaz an ass whipping on consignment
Then I bust your shit 'til the day of my whole retirement
Shaking and rattle like we ready to battle
Fight seeing at every angle like a motherfucking satellite
Quickly bust up your crotches and fuck up your process
Bouncing in like even saying adios or even buenos notches
Have y'all niggaz wildin having a fit
Flame throwing lyrics like a bunch of blowtorch in this shit
Grand spectacular, chainsaw massacre
Thug fanatics street shit that be on the creep coming after you
Then we hit you with the most significant time bomb
Ready to designate at the slightest wave of a white arm
Best form of advice I could give is remain calm
The repercussion is something you could never imagine would be going on
Never believe in your eyes
When my squad some through at an astronomically large size
Moving the mountains
Keeping all of my niggaz bouncing
Big up my bitches in the place who be screaming and shouting
I'm only here to present
And bring the impact of the extinction level event
Sing the song of salvation

La la la la laaaa la la
(Once again as we welcome all motherfuckers in the world)
La la la la laaaa la la
(To experience the extinction level event)
La la la la laaaa la la
(The dawn of global emergency)
La la la la laaaa la la
(The moment where we all come together as one unison)
La la la la laaaa la la
(And completely dominate all global events)
La la la la laaaa la la
(We about to completely destroy all the whack bullshit)
La la la la laaaa la la
(That we got going on in our every and any reach)
La la la la laaaa la la
(All my live niggaz all my live bitches its motherfucking on)
La la la la laaaa la la
(As we enter the new millenium with this rap shit)

 

[fox69]

"Fight Night (Remix)"
(feat. J-Doe, Migos & O.T. Genasis)

"Fight Night (Remix)"
(feat. J-Doe, Migos & O.T. Genasis)



[Takeoff:]
If you know me know this ain't my feng shui
Certified everywhere, ain't gotta print my resume
Talking crazy, I pull up andale
R.I.P to Nate Dogg, I had to regulate

Public Service Announcement
Where all my rich niggas at, man?
YRN shit, man
MIGO!

[Hook - Takeoff:]
Broke niggas stand to the left
My rich niggas stand to the right
Lil' mama, she keep looking at me (lil' mama!)
I'ma knock the pussy out like fight night
Hit it with the left, hit with the right
I'ma knock the pussy out like fight night
Beat it with the left, beat it with the right
I'ma knock the pussy out like fight night

[Verse 1 - O.T. Genasis:]
Imma knock that pussy out, george foreman
Put my meat all on the grill, george foreman
Pull up in a new 'rari, george forbes
She gon flip, so it's george and four men
O my god, oh my god, two freaky with a [?]
She gon give a nigga head, collage
Hit it in the elevator like [?]
She a stripper, so i had to throw cash at her
Look at what she [?] look back at it
I just wanna fuck, i dont wanna date
I ain't trynna save a ho, i ain't want you, kay

[Hook - Takeoff]

[Verse 2 - J-Doe:]
Now you know i be standing to the right
Ive been standing on this side for my whole life
Nah, you ain't got nothin on these Ni-KES
You ain't met a nigga dressed like ME
Mu'fucker, i pull out your bitch and then i rubber
And then this other bitch was blowing up my phone
She been waiting for the dick all night long
Well that ain't overdue, tell that bitch she got a G holdin' up
Cause [?] and that shit mo' important
I told her 'hold up or never click back over'
Hello? what up? can we do it? sho' nuf'
How much? okay! mu'fucka I be on my way
Lemme get up to [?] cause i know that's what you want
Bitch you lyin' if you say you don't
I know what the biz, and i know you know it too
So, what you think a nigga like me about to do?
Go and get it, ho

[Hook - Takeoff]

[Verse 3 - Busta Rhymes:]
First she tryin to get my shit off
Shawty fucked me like she tryin to rip my dick off
I couldn't even get my shit off she put it on me like you couldn't even cut a switch off
She sucked it like she tryin to tear the skin off
She made me beat it till she swollen, now the skin soft
She made me eat it till i choked and made the kid cough
You know i need it till i drown and even get lost (In it)
I beat it till she asks a nigga (Wait a minute)
Then make the tape and have a blast (And she was in it)
And she seen me beat it now she act like (She ain't with it)
But she seen this money and now she can't (Touch this midget)
Now lemme just pull my rocks out
Diamonds dripping off of me, falling all 'bout
I dont give a fuck bout what shawty be talkin' 'bout
I pound the pussy, shawty got knocked the fuck out

[Hook - Takeoff]

 

[fox69]

"Fire"

"Fire"


[Intro:]

Busta Rhymes, 2000
We got the fire now
Come on!

[Verse 1:]

Hey, come on, hey
Whether it's from all of us
You best believe Busta rhymes more flavor than all the rest
From all the mess, hardcoreness from all the stress
Gotsta get this flawless flow from off my chest
Whose impossible folding impossible flow
Ain't a thing in the world that ain't culpable so so
I make you anticipate great
Type shape real live niggas appreciate
To the utmost I pack toast, keep the gat closed
Run niggas to the island I pack most
After the gun burst quench my blood thirst
We will be leavin' you much worse so one hearse
Yo, now we embellish fuck the jealous
And they mark on niggas now what you gon' tell us
Skydiver, short circuit just like a live wire
And give it the niggas because we got the FIRE!

[Chorus:]

All my people in the place (Iyyiiiyyiiiiyyiiiiyyiiiii)
Just put your hands up in the air
And while we blow the spot and keep it hot
You got that FIRE!
Jump, shake, bounce when we come to you turn you out
It's Flipmode Squad that keeps on right your rightest place
We got that FIRE!

[Verse 2:]

Aiyyo
Rock until I'm gone
Till the party's over and he start turnin' the lights on
Type of shit, right inside your whole crew be on
Be the bullshit, so keep movin' on
No I ain't havin' it
Why you grabbin' it, my flow is immaculate
Passionate when it comes to the fire that you have to get
Then I tackle it and kill like we Jackal and Jaffolit
Rob niggas and give it to the church so they can raffle it
Now you can distinguish how
Afro-English flowin' broke in English
Witness how we stay hot and how we keep us goslin'
Women flawsin' blow the spot often
(WHAT) niggas say (WHAT) you need to calculate
Re-evaluate the shit off so we retaliate
Marinate, when I give the hustle and carry weight
And bust up niggas like you would have the Bleat Estate
It's the niggas like y'all I hits for only when it counts
Black on the set and make motherfuckers bounce
Connected the raw types of shit
To make your bitch bug and make niggas pull out cake
Hey I think it's whack yo, I stack dough, and pack a rap show
And then let all of my niggas in the back door
And let the spot short circuit just like a live wire
And give it the niggas because we got the FIRE!

[Chorus]

FIRE!

 

[fox69]

"Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad"
(feat. Flipmode Squad, Def Squad)

"Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad"
(feat. Flipmode Squad, Def Squad)



[Verse One: Jamal]

Taking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the cream
Here to kill your whole scene and your motherfuckin team
Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me
You probably know some bitch niggaz who wanna murder me
Busta Reggie Murray Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster
For me the microphone master
Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull
Fucky with Mally G if you're trying to take a fall
Niggaz talk about killin and never get to it
Fuck the yappin, be true to it, do it
Steady scream about your East and your West side
But you ain't in it when it comes to the homicide
Niggaz better get up off that bullshit quick
Caught up in the limelight gettin way too slick
See em at the shows bout to rock they shit off
Gettin they peeps fucked up cause they block is soft
As for terror, I sever the best of MC's
Look, little Mally G trippin off these indo trees
About to murder label's jerkin but mercy us
Def Squad niggaz prophesize like the Perseus
Droppin degrees to zero with flatlines
Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme
One rhyme... one rhyme... just one rhyme
I don't give a fuck I kill em with just one rhyme
Woo, hah, heh, yahah, you wish that you could get with this
Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's
My time to shine and I'm still payin dues
And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker
I only tell you nothin but the real it's
tight up in the struggle tryin to get this fuckin meal, why?
Niggaz act shifty so I shift a long
three tri three chrome, it's the same ol song
I seen the shades and the suedes from afar Pah
But hold up do you know who I are?
The M-A-Double, you want trouble you got it the spot is on
You blot it I got it then shot it it's hot up in your dome
Peace with the chrome piece that I pack
Remember fuck around and catch a Mack to your back

[Verse Two: Redman]

Who the fuck I be I, you cannot see I
Flabbergasted, blasted, my Magnum P.I.
Oops I lie, I got a cannon bout the size of Grand Canyon
I'm prime time, giving MC's Knots Landing
Duck, heavens to fuckin Merkatroid
I drop noise that employs the unbelievable
Recline like receding hairline, crime speaks fine
with a nine pull line blind keep mines up my sleeve until
you start to quiver, metabolism splits rivers
I rock so many broads I leave your entourage tender
Like bartenders mix liquor
I serve you over the rocks, I feed you to my flock, now time to click triggers
Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters
raw water turn sons to grandaughters
Ah ha ha ha ha! I bring trouble where, you sleep
So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear, coat
Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo
MC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo
My star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
Shuttin down national state buildings with high ceilings
Funk Doc to the spot freeze
Creepin on MC's like Vietnamese in army fatigues
Def Squad representer
Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter

[Verse Three: Keith Murray]

Hey yo once a crack head, always a tack head
You have no craftibility all that shit you talk is dead
As sex drugs and violence, balance the scales of reality
Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray
I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously
Niggaz ain't shit to me (word up)
You stupid niggaz always got somethin smart to say
And probably can't even spell TWA
My crew is like police pull up and park anywhere (ERRRRR)
Jump out and get it on right then and there (whassup whassup??)
Niggaz is pussy and ways and actions show it
Most of y'all niggaz dead, and don't even know it
And Def Squad L.O.D. for life (word up, yeah fuck your life)
Act trife I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife

[Interlude: Announcer]

Aiyyo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G
Redman, Keith Murray, bringin the ruckus, the Def Squad
Next up is the Flipmode Squad, this is Howard Cossell
First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout
Lord Have Mercy For, and the In-fer-mous
Busta Rhymes

[Verse Four: Rampage]

Two one two, I'm living life as a rugged MC
When I step up in your jam yo I'm V.I.P.
Niggaz and bitches be eyein me
I'm spontaneous, I'm wreckin brothers out the frame
Because I'm dangerous
I'm well known like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble
Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile *beeping*
I'm great distance like AT&T
I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Yo I Fades Them All like my man Mally G
Whip a nigga ass for free
And makin sure he see visions of me
Rampage the talk of the town
The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)
I'm comin thorough like a pack of Life Savers
Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors
My technique I freak seven days a week
I'm undefeated, you can see my Quantum Leap
I'm hittin brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert
Those who got no publishing they need to get jerked (no doubt)
a hundred percent, I gets down what I invent
Rap artists be dying to a certain extent
Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback
That shit is wack, fade away and never come back

[Verse Five: Lord Have Mercy]

For now and forever, it's the, evil that men do
Mental, my inner center Winter
Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor
Invader, evacuate I collapse your major
Straights and lose minds
You're splits two times, for intruders, for these losers
My maneuvers, drop like lugers
Illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's
Splittin blessings, with three Weapons
Lay in the cut like C-Sections, infestin the nine-six
For you mindless, niggaz I smack spineless
Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels
As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, oooh, oooh ooh ooh
Corrupt your minors, like New York City's finest
lineups, on LSD fine fust, in your sinus
Crush like chinas, opiuMC grinders
My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners
The infiltrator, creator, I'm sinful
Papers stay viscous like religious cults
Leaders that drop scriptures, and rock clips or assault heaters
My Flipmode niggaz, we're like Afghanistan guerillas

[Verse Six: Busta Rhymes]

If you want more information look listen and read
While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed
We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed
Satisfy my lyrical semen, plants my Johnny Apple-seed
Mental slave grip on your brain like white people
My music will dominate the population like black people
Utilize my efforts to execersize my inner thoughts
I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts
Hold down the forts smokin drinkin mad quarts
For sports talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts
Let's get the cream so that we can move up in this fortress
Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits
Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on
Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong
We represent the ultimate unit for the nine-season
Flipmode Squad will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons
Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down
Till they come through like the ATF and shut your shit down
Alcohol tobacco and firearms is how we movin
Raw rapid fire flows while the music keeps you niggaz groovin
I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin
You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin
From your conversation the way you come across your shit is off
Malfunctionin my nigga you about to feel the real force
Lay you on your face while I beat you up your head with the holy cross
Exotic niggaz blastin off to the Land of the Lost
If you can't see this
I recommend some school for the blind by Helen Keller
Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas
Redman and the Rockafellas
Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray sunny days and bad weathers
But still we travel the world like National Lampoon
It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire ninety-six SO STAY TUNED!!!
Hahahahahahahahah
Flipmode COMPLETELY getting inside that ass
Def Squad, respek

 

[fox69]

"For The Nasty"
(feat. Busta Rhymes)

"For The Nasty"
(feat. Busta Rhymes)



[Hook - Q-Tip:]
Let me tell you a story, yes
About a boy from the Tribe Called Quest
I be that nigga that I think y'all know
With Mr. Busta Rhymes (A-yo, I'm in the studio)

[Busta Rhymes:]
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y'all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y'all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y'all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y'all know

[Q-Tip:]
Close the door, 'ight, let a nigga rock
Cause we 'bout to eat real shit, not shit slop
Nigga can't say shit about this hip-hop
Cause I build dudes lanes while at pit stop
Built they styles and they names, Frankenstein, right
It's a high stake game, dudes are playing it
I be questioning alot of y'all who made it in
Just move with the joint that we chartering
Make you disappear quick, like you're part of wind
Then laugh, ah-ha ha, and laugh again
Shorty, move a lil bit, I'm looking at your friend
Let's get an ass shake for the beat, girl
Do a lil eye wink, throw a tongue twirl
Gotta hit lock smashed in, tied down
We on your block, turned hot spots to ghost towns
A-yo, I'm tired of these niggas, Bus-a-Bus, now
Say it to 'em

[Hook - Q-Tip:]
This is just, for the nasty
A-yo, this is just for the sassy
A-yo, this is just for the classy
A-yo, this is just for the what? (Tell 'em now)

[Busta Rhymes:]
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y'all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y'all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y'all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y'all know

[Busta Rhymes:]
Pardon me, now, gimme room again
It's time to raise the level of the boom again
NOW WHO THAT?! Bus-a-bus-a-bus rhyme
(RAAAAAAA!!!) See, I ain't do that in a long time!
Spitting shit, make the streets do more crime
Cop some cribs, cop a little more shine
Alright, yea, shh shh, mm, uh, I pity y'all
The way I bang niggas, and how I shit on y'all
Spit the slang bigger, make your label quit on y'all
And do my thang, bitch, from here to Senegal
We getting alot of money, me and my friend, Kammal
I take your money too, I ain't a friend of y'all
With so much class, my shit will kill ya blood
(jghejhejhehjeh) When I don't wanna rap
And still I will smash and make the bitches make it clap
As soon as I'm finished with her, homie, I'll give her back
Say it to 'em

[Hook - Q-Tip:]
This is just, for the nasty
A-yo, this is just for the sassy
A-yo, this is just for the classy
A-yo, this is just for the what? (Tell 'em now)

[Busta Rhymes:]
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y'all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y'all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y'all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y'all know

[Q-Tip:]
When the beat bang, and you're up in the club
When you listen and you feel a thud
When you hear my voice, understand the love
When the DJ spins it back, it's a friendly rub
But, when I'm behind, I cannot be kind
With your waistline, and the way you move
Like a old great beat, I'ma catch a groove
Or like a old hip-hop joint, you Nice and Smooth (Come on, girl)

[Hook - Q-Tip:]
This is just, for the nasty
A-yo, this is just for the sassy
A-yo, this is just for the classy
A-yo, this is just for the what? (Tell 'em now)

[Busta Rhymes:]
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y'all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y'all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y'all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y'all know

 

[fox69]

"Freakshow"
(performed with Reek Da Villian & J-Doe)

"Freakshow"
(performed with Reek Da Villian & J-Doe)



[Hook:]
All a nigga want is some fuckin' lip service
All a nigga want is some fuckin' lip service
Suck a nigga dick, hoe
Suck a nigga dick, hoe
I got a stack for the freak show
I got a stack for the freak show
Suck a nigga dick, hoe
Suck a nigga dick, hoe
I got a stack for the freak show
I got a stack for the freak show

[Verse 1: Reek Da Villain]
Okay, I'm ridin' through your city blowin' Diddy's of that icky
Got that... (haha) King Tut collection, it be with me
See my chain all gold, and my thing all chrome
On the highway to that money, boy, your lanes all closed
I be ridin' in that Ghost, plates say "Casper"
Blow a loud pack now my swag on NASA
Higher than the stars, spaces shuttle for a car
Lead pop, red hot, come from Mars with these bars
Pink Friday, I'm Nicki Minaj with these broads
I ain't babysittin' bitches but like Charles I'm in charge
Grave dig 'em out, 6 feet deep throat
With her tongue out like she's Jordan flyin' from the free throw
Bitch!

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
Sorry sloppy-second-nigga, coochie kinda gooshied up
That's what happens after niggas done torn all the pussy up
Pussy in my face, want me taste your little cookie, what?
Gotta put in work, hope you ready for this bully fuck
I respect it shorty, all that surgery, your Nip & Tuck
Wrap both of your lips around that dick, go head and sip this up
Go to shorty thinkin' she a trick and then she click and cluck
Yeah, you know the goal, diggin' a hole until my dick is stuck
Okay, I'm wildin' on my style, give me the goodies, shorty
If you ain't ready to do me then bounce with your rookie ass
On second thought I'm 'bout to go fuck with your friend until the party end
'Cause I noticed it got some kind of booty rash

[Hook]

[Verse 3: J-Doe]
I ain't perfect but these bitches think otherwise
A side piece ain't even lookin' at no other guys
Came to the suite with two bags and she left with four
Two in her hands, and two under her eyes
We was up all night and I was goin' in
Beat it up so long she wished she'd brought a friend
So she could take a break
I don't even take these bitches on a dinner date
Might send a tweet, follow on Instagram
Next day she in my ride and she goin' HAM
Damn, it's crazy
Get 'em and get rid of 'em so fast it's amazing

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Fuckin Problems"
(performed with J-Doe & 2 Chainz)

"Fuckin Problems"
(performed with J-Doe & 2 Chainz)



[Hook: 2 Chainz, Drake, A$AP Rocky]
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin' problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
If finding somebody real is your fuckin' problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
What they sayin', though? Talk to me, boo
Tell me what you and your bitches really wanna do
We just met, and I like to fuck, in case she never knew
Beat up the pussy on the balcony – better view
Go ahead and suck that dick - but never chew
No need to leave your girls out, you can bring 'em too
Ass bouncin' on a nigga like a kangaroo
From One Oak to Greenhouse on Avenue
Fuck 'em 'til they in a coma and they got a clue
Smellin' the pussy aroma, what you tryin' to prove?
Massive-ass orgy in the fountain, blue
Still spendin' money from my deal with Mountain Dew
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
Especially when I got a lot of fuckin' options
Bid on the baddest bitches like a fuckin' auction
I need a new endorsement from a fuckin' condom

[Hook]

Watch me...
J-Doe

[Verse 2: J-Doe]
Yeah, fuckin' bad bitches is my fuckin' problem
I don't know one fly nigga who ain't fuckin' got it
Same issue that I'm havin' which is fuckin' awesome
Why this fuckin' problem even considered a fuckin' problem?
Yeah I'm fuckin' bad bitches from LA to Boston
New York City, Kansas City, all the way to Austin
Texas, one look at my necklace, she hop on my checklist
Fuck her and her best friend
And my flow is infectious, I should be arrested
I'm young and I'm reckless, you must have a death wish
If you try to go against me, nigga
I'll put you and your career under six feet, nigga
I see no contender unless I'm lookin' in the mirror
Told your girl come surrender, tomorrow I don't remember
Gotta fallout like November, but I'm colder than December
Got money on my agenda come and roll on this adventure
Ma'fucka, I beast!

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Get High Tonight"

"Get High Tonight"


[Verse 1:]

Before I set it off and show what I'm gonna do to ya
Possess the bomb chocolate from off Lynden and Utica
My real live niggas in the place and no queen
Wave your splif high son
Fuck the bullshit
When your arms are open
My palms release the bomb
Reviving the alarm
My word is bond
Scream at niggas through the intercom
Up to date, let's roller skate
Yo my whole squad smoking aint straight unless we smoking at eight
High rate, I always produce the potion
Weed smoking got me moving slow motion like we floatin on relax ocean
All my peeps who feel high
Dont want you darkin shades, there's to much smoke up in your eye
Keep it swingin listen to all of my bells ringin
My get high has niggas wantin to start singin
And this goes out to those that smoke out the bong
And all my bitches in the place who roll they own draws

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

Buy a nickel bag
Smoke a little lye
Get high tonight
Get high tonight

[Verse 2:]

Yo, bounce back you just caught the contact african black overreact
Charge
I'm bout to bench the whole wack must interact on every track
Blow this spot down niggas break fool and smoke across the world almanac
My sons that don't smoke and get high
drinkin Cognac, Hennesey, Cristal but wait
What's goin on with dat?
With the deal done sometimes I sip Jamaican white rum
Taste with a little milk, I know y'all niggas want some
Represent where you from needing some tic tacs and gum
So a nigga breath don't blahhh!!!
Get high, then i get fly
When i be shopping at the atrium
Smoking in the center of Yankee stadium
Stand strong, yes we rock on and on
The Flipmode stamps all of my songs
They get a place them niggas must perfrom
Smoke till your brain fry
So high you can't open your eye
My niggas need to just

[Chorus 5X]