Busta Rhymes

[fox69]

"Get Off My Block"
(feat. Lord Have Mercy)

"Get Off My Block"
(feat. Lord Have Mercy)



[Busta Rhymes:]

Just get off my block
Lord Have Mercy, Busta Rhymes. Flipmode Trilogy

A yo, we ain't familiar at all nigga
Don't like, go grab your gat and lets brawl at hall nigga
Straight fallin
When we use to chill up on park benches
My 20 block radius think we need some barb wire fences
Stop bitch niggas like you from easily trespassing
Nickel nine shine on your eye then you see fire blastin
Get off my premises
A yo Lord is you a friend of his
Mouth him back to John and show this nigga just who the winner is
The presence of a small town
I diminish and blemishes
And my player amps out like a game on my little sega genesis, ha
This inappropriate
Fuck is we talkin for when we ain't even associates
Ass lyrical beatings
Straight trick or treating
What ya eatin
I ain't got no words for you
Fuck speakinm ain't part of my crew
Face look to brand new, who?
Niggas ain't even aloud to send my pass through
Can't chill on corner can't go up in my bull digger
Chill before I call Dinco to grab the qanco sinco
We don't give a fuck right now
We be hi caliber shit
Ya'll corny niggas must bow
We do unforgivable shit
We blow the spot any how, move
Ready for battle cause I'm refusin to lose
I'ma beat ya ass in front of nobody with nuthin to prove
Live nigga shit right there
Beware, stand clear
Many y'all niggaz is welcome here

[Chorus:]

Fuck is these niggas son
Get off my block
Yo I don't know none of these niggas du
Get off my block
Them niggas wanna sell there weed here
Get off my block
Yo how these unfamiliar corn balls
Get off my block
It's one of these niggas off my street corner
Get off my block

[Lord Have Mercy:]

Now who the fuck you beeeeee? Landlord
Cradle la stainless for strangers
Vigilante, trigga stampedes
On the bulletproof for the crews
That lade this nigga ta hand breath
Move you off the block
The a orthodox general
Flash flood when a crowd
Patriotic for the intrepid style and reck more kids that's pitifal
Niggaaaaaaa, for ever trapped in danger
Emaciate when I take my razor
Sharp heards that scare herds
Niggaaaaa, I'm from the wicked city
When chickens twist trees and dick tease
Breast feed
Pet seeds with asthmatic chest we's
Lord Have, cardiac arrest freeze
Please, bastard handicap crews that stay soft
It's mayor, ate off
School your army, ya squad weak
Remove four camps when I say
Pumpin arms like nor plants
I conquer and hold
Home sweet home down with monster control
Still they in the cut like runnin the coal
And still we must bring the ruckus to all you motherfuckers
Automatically, assault and battery
We battle thieves that get tragically slap to sleep to relax the beef
Collapse like weak cancerous lungs
Scatter, we numb
Blind feelin nap with jarred villain that alarm buildings
Con scrimmage, woke up a lot of children
Dirty ass venom village
I finish and outsuns
Then pulls like men is the malk of method vanesha blinds
By all means necessary I reach for mine and lift golden towers from roof tops
And give orders, rugged pound acre
Drown violators in buckets of piss water

[Chorus 3X]

 

[fox69]

"Get Out!!"

"Get Out!!"


Yeah, yeah, yeah (Get out)
Such a remarkable sound (Get out)
Yeah (Get out of here)
Such a remarkable sound
Flipmode get down, now
Yeah check it out (Get out of here)
Such a remarkable sound
Busta Rhymes (Get out)
Comin' through, get down (Get out)
What's the deal now (Get out of here)
Yeah, yeah

Are you ready to get on? (Who, me?)
And cause such a reaction that the motha fucka's go (Ooh wee)
It's like a group of happy children
Yo, it's such a feelin'
To see all of my live nigga's carry on now
Oh see how I be gettin' so passionate
I get a thrill even when I bust my gun off by accident
The God bless glory, success story
Whiteboy Billy put a stash up in my armrest for me
The way I fucks it up, it's like a fuck-fest for me
I get on last and demolish everything before me
We run shit and that's a fact now, you're whack now
And ain't no fuckin' turnin' back now, so relentless
I won't even let you niggas finish a fuckin' sentence
Call for my people like a school attendance
And then I strike with a fuckin' vengence
Finger on my trigger
Figure I'll blast every last one of you bitch niggas

So (Get out)
Bitch nigga just (Get out)
You need to just (Get out of here)
Police'll try to close the club (Get out)
You really should (Get out)
You need to just (Get out of here)
Bitch, if you ain't got your own dough (Get out)
You need to just (Get out)
You really should (Get out of here)
If you frontin' like you really live (Get out)
And you know you not (Get out)
You need to just (Get out of here)

The one world alliance
Flipmode the most reliant for the thorough guidance
On how to get most of this money like a secret science
Only the live nigga's allowed, there's nothin' you can do
Frontin' with your crew while you talkin' to corny bitches too
Nevertheless, address the cheddar for the treasure chest
And bless the spot before the thugs protest, one time
I hope y'all know just what the motherfuck you dealin' with
With so much platinum for the street, you thought I was a silversmith
We phat now, so look at how we brought it back now
And made it possible for street niggas to hold a stack now
And become the wealthiest, healthiest
And bring the fire that will reach about 1000 degrees celsius
Hold on, banker's money better roll on, or sing a broke folk song
My nigga's so long he paid with a big brim hat, just like a lampshade
And bounce, wildin' in the truck, the joints my nigga Ramp made
We be them new millennium prime time niggas
Walk a fine line, niggas sippin fine wine niggas
Now, if you cross the line and fuck around them blind niggas
With so much pressure it's like we did the illest crime, nigga
What? You know I'm like a loco man, noble man
Turned global man, rippin' bi-coastal like a postal man
And when we come, you know we came to get it
And what you need to do is bounce if you ain't fuckin' with it

So (Get out)
Bitch nigga just (Get out)
You need to just (Get out of here)
Police'll try to close the club (Get out)
You really should (Get out)
Please just (Get out of here)
Bitch, if you ain't got your own dough (Get out)
You need to just (Get out)
You really should (Get out of here)
And if you frontin' like you really live (Get out)
And you know you not (Get out)
You really should (Get out of here)

Get out, get out, get out of here
[Repeat x 4]

 

[fox69]

"Gettin Up (DJ Scratch Remix)"
(performed with Q-Tip)

"Gettin Up (DJ Scratch Remix)"
(performed with Q-Tip)



[Busta Rhymes:]
Ay Yo Scratch what up
It's Busta Bust homie
Hey I just got off the phone with
The brother Kamaal Fareed AKA Q-Tip
You know i mean he told me ya'll were
Doing the rea hip-hop remix
To "Gettin Up"
You know you can't do that without me
On it, let's get it poppin, Cmon!

[Verse 1 - Q-Tip:]
Sent you a message, sent you an email
Hasty decisions we made still prevail
Both needed breaks, we both needed to bail
Walking through the corridors of my mind
The hideaways and nooks, and things with good times
Memories certainly yes they still bind
Still a common man and yeah that's for sure
Still a bankroll and yeah still couture
But man this thing we had was much more
Come back home, don't be out in the world
It's a rat race and no place for a girl
Amongst the scavengers,I found a pretty pearl
It's for the faint of heart who never get enough
Gotta get tough, buckle em up, we calling guts
And we, and we and we ahhh

[Hook - Busta Rhymes:]
Now you know what to do
Everybody
Get off your ass you heard what i said
Before i light up a fire up under that ass
You see we back and got the party on smash
And if you want us to hit you to get you better
You see we back to light up this whole shit
That's right we're here to give it to ya non stop
Cus it's the real hip- hop.. hip-hop... hip-hop...

[Verse 2 - Busta Rhymes:]
Hello bitch
See the real hip-hop shit is returning
Beat you in ya head util you niggas start learning
Scratch ya veins, fiending, i know my niggas been yearning
For the good cook-up, see the stove and the fire is burning
This shit goes out to whomever this is concerning
From overseas back to the burroughs to Mt. Vernon
The games coming back to the truth
Tables are turning, I'ma preach
Bitch lemme give you my Eric Sermon
A lot of niggas is gettin shine they ain't deservin
Ringtone money goin out, they pockets is hurtin
They bitches leave em, see niggas like me and get to flirtin
Take em to the telly poke em now listen how they be cursin
Tip you know this joint is the shit, nigga we workin
We back flooding the street, like we quenching they thirst and
We bodying the situation, we never let up
Get out ya and get off ya ass, everybody get up

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Q-Tip:]
Come over here baby, don't look so grumpy
This kinda lifestyle could be so comfy
We could start a clan just like the Kennedys
You and I again, certainly we could extend
Feelings that should never end
You respect me like a friend
But love me like your man, no other could contend
And we could be like those exposed to history
Like staying with each other with truth or chivalry
The things we go through, they shape identity
Yes pretty, let's do this all night
Consummate this thing and make it alright
And when we cuddle up I promise that I'll bite

[Hook]

[Verse 4 - Q-Tip:]
I like to watch everybody gravitate towards you
Your magnetic presence make them all come through
The same way you got them you got me too
Now look at our lives so colorful
A wonderful spectrum, not one tone dull
Full of excitement and not one lull
See we had an understanding, oh yes we did
I'm bringing it back, I'm puttin in my bid
Have a couple of kids, have a couple of cribs
We like Ruby Dee and Ossie, Martin and Coretta
Doin it to death, no one can do it better
When we leave our physical our spirits still together
So come on now, here's a placement for your hand
You rockin with the number one MC man
The number one controller of right with the plan

 

[fox69]

"Gimme Some More"

"Gimme Some More"


Yeah
As a shorty playing in the front yard of the crib
Fell down, and I bumped my head
Somebody helped me up and asked me if I bumped my head
I said "Yeah"
So then they said "Oh so that mean we gon, you gon switch it on em'?"
I said "Yeah, Flipmode, Flipmode is the greatest"
Knowing as a shorty, I was always told
That if I ain't gon' be part of the greatest
I gotta be the greatest myself

C'mon C'mon, Yeah, C'mon
Yeah nigga what, what a surprise
Get ya sumn', make a nigga close both of your eyes
All my niggas gettin' money capitalize
Die little small guy, we on the rise
Everything a nigga touch platinumize
Fully equipped, you know we come wit' all the supplies
Got a big gun, and I'ma show you the size
You fuck wit' any of my Flipmode family ties
Me and my niggaz be comin' through stalkin' you out
Killin' off any and everything you talkin' about
See you in the club, now we walkin' you out
Shoulda' thought twice 'fo you went and opened your mouth
Yo, anyway we stay keepin it movin'
Fuckin' with the wrong nigga, hope you know what you doin'
Now blame me, all the same niggas is lame
It's not a game, makin' names still splittin' your frames!

[Chorus:]
Y'all niggas had enough?
Gimme some more
Y'all niggas want the wild shit?
Gimme some more
Yo Spliff where the weed at?
Gimme some more
I know ya'll niggas need that
Gimme some more
Even though we getting money you can
Gimme some more
With the cars and the big crib
Gimme some more
Everybody spread love
Gimme some more
If you want it let me hear you say
Gimme some more

Flash with a rash gimme my cash flickin my ash
Runnin' with my money son go out with a blast
Do what you want, a nigga's cuttin' the corner
You fuckin' up, oh to go ahead and meet the reporter
Yo, she tellin' news on how you switch to a bitch
Little fake funny style, nigga chill with a snitch
So now I pass and trait over your blood and to ask you
Make a little room for me and all my niggas to pass through
Cartier, Sidney Poitier, hooray shit
What with all my niggas from around the way shit
When I come through you niggas know I do my thing
Bring more shit that generate money, chi-ching
Arrest you lyrically flow and caress you
Bless you, then a nigga come to your rescue
While you assume a nigga blossom and bloom
I'm comin' soon hit you with a boom gimme some room!

[Chorus]

Yo, live nigga shit know what I mean
I represent while we gettin' money and reign supreme
Hope you niggas know we comin' through full steam
Can't see you better turn on your high beam
All my niggas while I'm ringing the sireen
Flipmode be the glory niggas on my team
Never should you ever try to fuck wit' my cream
I O.D when my shit get all in your bloodstream
Everytime we be rippin' it be blowing it down
Blowing you off fuckin' wit' the hottest niggas around
Like it's when me and my people run through your town
Holdin' it down takin' a while and then gimme my crown
Ay, yo! All my people need to come and surround
A nigga be hittin' so much it make you fall on the ground
Sure to make you shout that's what I be all about
Turnin' you out makin' all you niggas fall out!

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Give Em What They Askin For"

"Give Em What They Askin For"


[Intro/Chorus]
They say we make the greatest HITS
So who am I, to dis-AGREE?
I hear the streets callin, y'all was lookin for ME
Everybody, was lookin for one thing
You lookin for something, well I got the something
Now every single person that was lookin for something
Well let me give 'em what they askin fo' - HEY!
Let me give 'em what they askin fo' - HEY, HEY!

Hey - what'chu tryin to know?
I got the sick Southside and it ain't no joke
Hot cookin, sittin pretty, shiny smokes
Up in the fine cuisine, sup a little wine with my folks
A bunch of filthy rich niggaz that be grindin the most
Bunch of ace of spade models makin champagne toasts
And I got, Armani suits, sick wrists on glow
A nigga back, hittin harder than a 2x4
See them diamonds, yeah I bet'cha never seen 'em befo'
Drippin off a nigga 'til the stones'll fall on the flo'
I'm throwin, money down the room to please myself
I'm into self-preservation so I freeze myself
See I'm so, dipped fresh I wanna squeeze myself
And do it so big sometimes I can't believe myself
No matter how hard a nigga greed my wealth
See you can front if you want, the game need my help
Now let's GO!

[Chorus]

Hey - how you ain't gon' choke
when you see five mills hangin off my throat?
We don't know about the drugs but you know mines coke
Couple Venezuelan bitches chillin on my boat
Now now now, a lot of niggaz ridin on my coat
But I don't worry cause you know the difference is mines dope
E'rytime the hood's eatin nigga they find hope
Ain't nuttin change same birdie hangin off my rope
Now listen - I got the 50 if you all want smoke
Just put your lips up to your fingers if you takin a toke
You see I gladly share the weed just never leave me the roach
When I get with bitches in the building they be catchin the ghost
I'm sayin, go 'head and roam girl and giggle around me
Break your shit, the shit it start to wiggle around me
So, swaggnificent the shit won't stop
Just got the crib fit with airplane lights on top
Now let's GO!

[Chorus]

Hey - how you all gon' sleep
when a nigga like the groove but beepin on my creep
So serious, when you walk up on my street
The Violator hood niggaz busy parkin my fleet
of vehicles from East Europe I can hardly repeat
the names of, shit is strange but it's hard to defeat
How we do it and we kill 'em 'til there ain't nuttin left
I finish niggaz e'rytime because we do it to death
Now let's GO!

[Chorus]

[repeat "HEY" to fade]

 

[fox69]

"God Lives Through"
(feat. A Tribe Called Quest)

"God Lives Through"
(feat. A Tribe Called Quest)



[Hook - Busta Rhymes:]
I always wanted to rhyme on this shit
Yea... La La La La La La
La La... I always wanted to sing that shit

[Verse 1 - Busta Rhymes:]
Yo, when I come with the excitement
Like a baby when they speak they first words
So compelling when I speak can even burst nerves
Skyscraper rhymes flying like the first bird
Penthouse view I help ya see the earth curve
I scorch the street and you can search for burns
I think sick before I speak my thoughts hurt the words
Here I come, I come to get you what you each deserve
Feed the street the shit that make em want to eat the curb
Well if you lookin for me, here I am, run
Because you can't erase me, accept it how it come
You might as well embrace me, somehow I'm never done
Maybach Zeppelin, call em metallic plum
And while im having fun, we gotta keep it bouncing
Unraveling another bag of the money, keep counting
When a cup runeth over like a broken water fountain
Here I am like I appeared at the top of the mountain
Or here I am back from vacation, see ya boy is home
Parading for the kid, they respect cus the cornerstone
Invading strips so incredibly like im local homes
Connect the hoods international like a global phone
It's so magical how I hold my own or with my brother Kamaal
Or when I hold the chrome, merciless with my advesaries
I'm so alone, i'm in a place into planetary i'm in a zone
Insighting wires int spots see how I get em
Got em wild see how I be smilin when i'm with em
Then I remind em, see i'm right behind em when I hit em
Cus when I finally kill em got them bottles in ice buckets
You know we gotta chill em, touching us over the streets
See thats how got up in em, then im back to my city
To properly put em on and make an everlasting
Impression, my people sing along now

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Phife Dawg:]
There's a million MCs that claim they want some
But see I create sounds that make your ears go numb
Peace to Sayres Ave., yeah you know how we go
My best friend Steven at the Home Depot
Laurelton is in the house, I can't forget Southside
Walk past MCs like that girl did to Pharcyde
I'm labeled as the cat's meow, the MC with the know-how
Act like you know, not now but right now
Beast of the East, on MCs I have a feast
I'd eat that ass like quiche, crack a smile like Shanice
Straight outta Jamaica, seen? Jamaica, Queens
But you could find me out in Georgia, or anywhere in between
Now if my partners don't look good, Malik won't look good
If Malik don't look good, then Quest won't look good
If the Quest don't look good, then Queens won't look good
But since the sounds are universal, New York won't look good
Picture Phife losing a battle, come on, get off it
Put down the microphone son, surrender, forfeit
Did I hear something 'bout a crew? What they wanna do?
You better call Mr. Babyface so he can bring out the cool in you
Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton
And I'll dissect you like a fraction
Oh, you wannabe top cat MCs, I'll pop you like a zit
You wanna be the champ, you more like Chief Some-shit
Big up myself every time when it comes to this
MCs be running scared as if they're watching the Exorcist
I kick more game than a crackhead from Hempstead
My styles are milk, man, you'd think that I was breast-fed
You know the steelo when the diggy Dawg is on the scene
I dedicate this to all the MCs outta Queens
That goes for Onyx, LL, Run DMC
Akinyele, Nasty Nas and the Extra P
You need a chart, straight up and down man, there ain't no other
Nuff respect to all my peeps that made the album cover
Yo, Tip don't worry none you know I get the party jumping
Get on the mic and break 'em off a little little something
Yo, Tip don't worry none you know I gets the party jumping
Get on the mic my man and break 'em off a little something

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Q-Tip:]
We got the funk doody don shit, clearly it's the bomb shit
So recognize me, kids memorize me
Everyday, I be scrounging, really I be lounging
I play the down low, very very incognito
Aries is my sign, I know that I can rhyme
Sometimes I rhyme in riddles, plus I make the honeys wiggle
Intellect is the major, some heads like to wager
The skills on the hill, overlooking dollar bills
Man, you're crazy, thinking you can phase me
The Ab doesn't study mere nonsense, money
Life seems to need me, MCs seem too cheesy
With their doody ass renditions of defeating competition
I rock to the roll man, yes, I'm a soul man
Bet your bottom dollar Vinia will make you holler
As you stand at attention, did I forget to mention
MCs will give me twenty if I sense that they act funny
Lyrics are abundant, right there, I sound redundant
Just mentioning the fact that the area is fat
I dwell in the under, so honey it's no wonder
That I get plenty of tail, well I even get white
I'mma bet hitting head crack, there money, take that
Breaking niggas off, cut their bank, then I'm off
While my Nikes match my Lo hat, beat joint is mad fat
Got the cutter of the box if a kid think he's ox
For tier means creator, the poetry relator
It's hemmed like Betsy Ross, let me tell you who's the boss

[Hook]

[Q-Tip:]
Queens got a...
Brooklyn got a...
Bronx got a...
Staten Island got a...
Long Island got the zone
Jersey got a...
Philly got a...
Milwaukee got a...
L.A. got a...
Oaktown got the zone

 

[fox69]

"God's Plan"
(feat. J-Doe & OT Genasis)

"God's Plan"
(feat. J-Doe & OT Genasis)



[Busta Rhymes:]
Step up in the spot, sizzle it to death
Always leave a mark like when the metal hit your flesh
Blessed muhfucka, everything about me fresh
Every time we do this shit, we doing it to death
We getting money too, this shit don't make no kinda sense
(Pop!) Make 'em run until they hop another fence
When I'm in the building, niggas know I always got 'em and
The way we keep on winning, how the fuck you gon' stop' em?
Bitch my money long, thicker than a waffle
Y'all know how we do it, everything colossal
Thirty karat diamond pink ring look like a marble
I don't mean to startle, making bitches argue
Put it in your mouth, stop the yapping, and gargle
Take over the whole shit, never do it partial
Fucking up the building till they call a fire marshal
Drop another classic, add a chapter to the novel
Pop a couple bottles, fuck a couple models
Rev it to the point where niggas bust open the throttle
You think you got a pot of gold? Got a couple potfuls
Could give a fuck about your shine, bitch I got a watch full

[Hook:]
Them boys hot bitch, aw man
Make sure the penthouse suite got a ceiling fan
See, when I win, it's like it's God's plan
And when they see it, got these niggas saying "God damn!"
Shit changed nigga, chain hang nigga
Every time we drop, see how the shit bang nigga
We buzzing in the street until the shit sting nigga
We profit every time, that's why we rich, lame nigga

[J-Doe:]
I'm bout my paper, I'm bout my dough
I keep my watch face twenty below
Bitch it's only three things you need to know
All three is "Can't no one fuck with J-Doe", aye
I'm getting mula, I'm getting cash
If I say "hi" to her, she give up ass
I got a Ruger, don't make me blast
My flow is too hot, why y'all listening to trash?
Aw yeah, I'm a beast lil nigga, off the leash lil nigga
I just bought a car that you can't even lease lil nigga
Don't reach lil nigga, just retreat lil nigga
Cause you looking like a muhfuckin' feast lil nigga

[Hook]

[OT Genasis:]
Aye, okay, wrist look Rollie, charm look trophy
Top three rappers: O.T., O.T., and O.T
.45 on me so my shirt look pokey
Buss that muthafucka till that barrel get smoky
Diamonds Tropicana, got a bag like I am Santa
It's like 50 bitches wit' me and they all in my cabana
From the West Coast where these niggas throw they sets and wave bandanas
If that's at your neighborhood, you will go nail down from the hammers, I
Ride through any nigga hood in them GTs
No Bloods, Pirus, CCs
Selling Os, and I don't mean CDs
360 diamond chain, Butterfinger BBs, yeah

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Grind Real Slow"

"Grind Real Slow"


[Intro: Busta]
Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah...

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Grind real slow (real slow, real slow)
Gr-gr-gr-grind real slow (real slow, real slow)
Grind real slow (real slow, real slow)
Gr-gr-gr-grind real slow

[Busta Rhymes]
Shorty run up on me, you know what she startin
Ass all in front of me, bitch I beg your pardon
Put it on me good, do it for me darling
Creatin a scene like we fuckin in the garden
That's right baby, yeah get low
That's how you really feel? Wild strip show
I love the way you always, ride dick though
Now get her back up on it, grind real slow

[Chorus]

[Interlude: woman (Busta)]
You like what you're seein? (Yeah) Round of applause? (uh-huh)
Ass so big (right) chewin on my drawers (okay)
You wanna climb up in it? (Yeah) Tryna make it yours? (uh-huh)
Ass so big (right) chewin on my drawers (okay)
Ass so big (yeah) chewin on my drawers (okay)
Ass so big (yeah) chewin on my drawers (let's go)
You wanna climb up in it? (Yeah) Tryna make it yours? (uh-huh)
Ass so big (yeah) chewin on my drawers

[Chorus]

[Busta Rhymes]
Back to throwin money, baby girl you want it?
Fallin on yo' ass, pilin all up on it
Keep doin your thing, shorty I support it
Make them niggaz spend it, 'til they can't afford it
When you finish with 'em, come back here to get it
When yo' ass got a nigga diggin all up in it
Know I'm always with it, girl get low
Now throw it back up on a nigga, grind real slow

[Chorus]
[Interlude]
[Chorus]

[Busta Rhymes]
I love the way you wear your hair (uh-huh)
Love how yo' ass is everywhere (that's right)
It's just them little things you do (c'mon)
that keeps me comin back to you (c'mon)
I like the way you wear your hair (uh-huh)
Love how yo' ass is everywhere (uh-huh)
It's just them little things you do (do it)
that make me wanna get wit'chu
And you know a nigga enjoy that when you

[Chorus]
[Interlude]
[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Hail Mary"
(performed with Trey Songz, Young Jeezy & Lil Wayne)

"Hail Mary"
(performed with Trey Songz, Young Jeezy & Lil Wayne)



[Intro:]
(Hail Mary, Hail Mary, Hail Mary)
It's Trigga (Bussa Buss)
(Trig, what's happenin' nigga?)
I got that game (I got that game)
I caught a play (I caught a play)
We goin' long (we goin' long)
Do what I say (do what I say)
I've got my game face on (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got my game face on, come on

The conglomerate, baby!

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
I don't want a war, drop them drawers,
How it feel? Shit
Peep how they applaud
When I walk out on that field, bitch
Y'all already know the way I'm moving, anyway
I do this every day
Watch the way we execute the play
Fuck the shit you say!
Feelin' kinda sloppy, Nouveau Gotti
With the coup today
Mami, what my niggas do, I'm sorry
Yeah, they shoot the K
Here you know the motto
See we gotta get the loot and pray
For my enemies, pop them bottles
Follow suit and spray
Fuck the ref, nigga
Fuck the foul call
Hit her with the dick, she cursed me
For hittin' her with my foul ball
You can bring your friends, little mami
You know my style, though
'Case you ain't know, we ride on

[Hook: Trey Songz]
Hey girl you say you like it deep, Hail Mary
Hey girl you know the play, Hail Mary
Tonight we going long, yeah, we be goin' long
Hey, huddle up, Hail Mary
I ain't tryin' to punt, Hail Mary
Tonight we goin' long
We be goin' long, Hail Mary

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
I got my chopper in my 'rari
In case I see my enemies
I don't know what's gotten into me
Tonight I'm on this Hennessy
I won't usually do the brown
But tonight is special (special)
Sam Rothstein be my agenda, yeah my special
My 2-door is retarded,
I call that bitch special-ed
I don't even know her name
I just call her special-ed
Another year, same haters, usual suspects
Worried 'bout another nigga,
I swear that shit is suspect
Keyser Soze, sold the yay, and I got away
Hit the club, bay air fresh, in case I die today
Hail Mary, told her it's the world, ain't got shit to lose
'Bout to go long, celebrate, like I'm Cindy Cruse

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Trey Songz]
Whatever you want I got it
Got a drop-top in my pocket
You pop it, you watch it
Keep on poppin' and I'm a drop it
So hard to be alone, anyone'll go
But right here at this moment
You the one I want to roll, so
You got the ball baby, it's in your hands
I'm a be the coach, I'm a let you know the plan
What's next is, baby you and me exit
What now? I'm a get you naked,
Do a little bit of sexin'
Touch down
And once you let me score,
I'm a wanna score again
Double O, triple O, baby I'm a play to win
Say the best stuff, and see some good D
Hey girl I heard you like it deep

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Lil' Wayne]
Tunchi in this muthafucka,
Hail Mary, full of grace
I don't remember her name,
But I remember how her pussy tastes,
I go long, so long, she love the way that I put it down
Got you goin' in circles, all you gotta do is look around
I'm Mr. Right and she's Ms. Tonight,
Pussy so nice, gotta kiss it twice
Pussy so tight my tongue get stuck
My tongue get stuck like lickin' ice
Hoes call me QB, I throw that dick too deep
I told her she's the preacher's wife,
She said practice what you preach
She said "ah, me so horny, he love me long time"
I say how 'bout 69, she say numbers don't lie
I say true, you ain't never told no lie
You ain't never told no lie
And you know they say love is blind
So close your eyes

[Hook]

 

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"Hello"
(feat. Chance The Rapper)

"Hello"
(feat. Chance The Rapper)



[Chance The Rapper:]
I'm gonna find you and make you want me
Hello rap game, nǐ hǎo, how you durrn'?
I done took my time, now it's time to take my turn
My curses been in verses since my firstest brain cells burnt
But I done been deferred to assistants and interns
And I done been on hold for some years, it's getting old
I'm too blessed to fit the mold, they said press six to give your soul
Or not and you can hold, you ain't never gonna explode
Or expand across the globe, but look like I just skipped the cold
Hello all up in your ear, you should hear me loud and clear
We was not allowed in here, and now we smoking loud in here
How we in the game and they ain't put a chain on them
Cleaning in that thing and my Sprite don't got a stain on it
Lil Xan fuck the Chance up, Donnie Trumpet said bands up
Donnie McClurkin said stand up
I know contracts are like handcuffs
I know combat when it's hand to hand or with handguns
I know answers, I know man to man, can't stand us
I know exactly how you wanna brand us
I take campers to the campus fix the trips and get the bus
Fast like Twista mixed with Bust
When Windy lost boys I had pixie dust for a pick me up
Spit shine 'til it's crystal clean like Listerine from a Dixie cup
Mama Jann band-aid kiss the cut
Now I'm thinking about offices and mansions with amenities
And runneth over pools and infinities
Award shows and house wives and games shows and Hennessy
It's different from the energy I see being in your vicinity
Mistaken identity, you behaving differently
(Ayo Chance, don't stop now nigga)
You the protest you the marches
You on the forefront you the farthest
You the melanin in the darkness
Wrong number what a shame
You and I look just the same
That's why I got you in my name
Lets push it to the masses give them wavy, give them Surf
One time shout-out to Bust, I know this a long ass verse
But I'm just getting started I'm taking this rap shit global
Put my music in the museum, put my bars in Barnes and Noble
Shape the office like an oval, make the triangle a circle
Teach the little boys and girls, tell them I was your referral
I'm Chicago like a gyro, I'm Chicago like some harolds
I will borrow from the Boroughs , show tomorrow to the world
Place the urban and the rural, make the wall into a Mural
Lead it where it need to be, they jocking like a Nitti beat
Now they cannot get rid of me, bye, bye to the industry
Lionel Richie is it me? hello?

[Chance The Rapper (Busta Rhymes):]
(Chance The Rapper sing it to 'em)
Is it me you're looking for?
Gonna find you
And make you want me

[Busta Rhymes:]
Bust Rhymes it come with the force and lay it across
Hit you like I'm playing lacrosse
And if it was July I'd drop it on the day of the fourth
The fire make you bust a shot
Pull a string and get lost
Stinging guitars (Hello)
I'm here with the floss
A chain with a frost
While the yellow diamonds shine with a gloss, I'm cold (ah)
Shit heavy like we weighing a horse
Violate, one shot will turn your brain into sauce
Just pray I remorse
Nigga you know we whip from the start
You slept on the art
Bugging on how we put out your spark
We separate the heat from corny shit and kept it apart
Step on a dart, spit will test the rest of your heart
No rest in the dark (hello)
We the best of the sharks, we love and we fart
And leave a mark so put it in park
Whenever we bark, we make you come and get with this nigga
Get next to this nigga, we past professional
You can call me a specialist nigga
We fuck shit up while you call me the best at this nigga
The way we put it down you'll be calling a censorship nigga
We holding a higher rank and we holding it back
And I'm grimey niggas home when they shank
Or they clickity clank (hello)
Now just clap from front to back and just react (what?)
Like you know you posted till you die it is the feeling (what?)
Keep on clapping get to acting up now keep on packing (what?)
All inside (is high) now feel the fire in the building
You can never test they way I do it
And the way I be moving my mouth and be
Shaking and shining and breaking em out
And making the noise I be making everytime
I be hitting a song I keep you waiting
(Real talk) real shit
And we'll see where y'all coulda come from
I'll hit you with another mega after the fact
And they want me to go a little quicker
Get a bit of this then (bududududu) what's faster than that?
(Hello) And I ain't going no where
It's me, Busta Bust
Smooth Chance The Rapper
Text move big up

Just know
God got his hand on us
I feel so good about me
Trust this
We good over here
I pray that you're good over there
(Hello) we don't lose
But by losing us
That might be a significant loss for you