Busta Rhymes

[fox69]

"Here We Go Again"
(feat. Flipmode Squad)

"Here We Go Again"
(feat. Flipmode Squad)



[Rampage]
Yeah (Uh)
The Rulership (Word)
Anarchy niggas (Yeah yeah)
Spliff Starr (Spliff Starr)
Bus-a-bus (Bus-a-bus)
Roc Marci (Roc Marci)
Rah Digga (Rah Digga)
Baby Sham (Baby Sham)
Rampage (Rampage)
Yeah
Another Voyage nigga (Another one)

[Busta Rhymes]
ONE TWO THREE
Come on

[Chorus]
[Busta Rhymes]
Here we go again
Y'all niggas know we have to give it to you
Here we go again
Now feel this banger while it's running through you
Here we go again
We come to hit y'all with that nigga music
Here we go again
More shit for y'all gon hear the drug abuse it
Here we go again
Now watch the way we always blow the spot
Here we go again
We fuck shit up and take the shit you got
Here we go again
Flipmode you know we always bring it (What)
Bring it (What)
Bring it (What)
Bring it (What)
Bring it

[Rampage]
I'm a real wise guy, you can't fuck with me
You could catch a quick bullet like Brandon Lee
Carry my squad on my back like a MPV
I got a sick paddle log that's banned from TV
Charge your whole squad a hundred CC
Straight from the streets, learn from OG's
Rocks ain't nothing my jewels is deep freeze
Blood, sweat, and tears, gotta stack the G's

[Roc Marciano]
They don't
Wanna see me twenty pounds heavier
On the cellular
They wanna see me shot
And bellied up
I tell you what
When I'm switching my whips
I bury one
Walk around in the streets
With heavy guns
Bust it
Marinate in your self-source
A couple shells to dry you out
To a pale horse
Smashing your image
Take it back
Then we crack with a villian
Scratching my d-dick
Plus be the rapper to liquid

[Busta Rhymes]
Spliff Starr
Rampage
Rah Digga
Roc Marci
Baby Sham
Busta Rhymes
DJ Scratchator
FLIPMODE SQUAD
Mutha fucker
What y'all niggas want
Yeah you know we always gonna give it to you
HARDCORE

[Spliff Starr]
I double drop kick niggas
Run around evict niggas
Give it to you full blown
Like HIV sick niggas
Act like you know B
I watch you die slowly
Tapped action
Like Charles Dick to Kobe
Was a blood spilling
Smack a faggot from the village
Steam boil cabbage
And hurt your momma feelings
Run you off the court
Defeat you at your sport
Spit, pop, and twist niggas
Like Moet corks

[Baby Sham]
What now
Hardcore sounds
We snatch crowns
Too much mouth
You lay down
We clear crowds
Send a large threat
What you expect
For me to get rich nigga
And blow off my set
Never that
I'ma rep Flipmode
Till the sky's black
Turn to macks
And hear how we murdered this track
Do you feel me dogs
Six blocks
Ninety-six buildings
Brick walls
Still push rock
Cause I'm the source

[Rah Digga]
Now
Make noise one time for the tight little swinger
Posing in flicks sticking up my middle finger
Everybody trying to get they little shine these days
Make a bitch cold flip back to my grimy ways
Ball in my court, those who lack sport
Tear they ass to the roof without the black thought
Coming on the scene thinking you the Don Juan
Type crimes have you pissing all in your Sean Don

[Busta Rhymes]
HERE WE GO NOW
Now what the fuck y'all niggas want
And how we blow
And give you all exactly what you want
SEE FLIPMODE IS THE SQUAD
Whatever niggas wanna try
We smash you in your face
And make it black around your eye
WE 'BOUT TO WRECK IT NO DOUBT
I'm 'bout to hit y'all with some shit that make you
BUG THE FUCK OUT
And make y'all niggas get real arrogant and
THUG THE FUCK OUT
And everytime we in the spot
We always smash shit and make y'all niggas
BUST A SLUG OUT

[Chorus]
[Busta Rhymes]
Here we go again
Y'all niggas know we have to give it to you
Here we go again
Now feel this banger while it's running through you
Here we go again
We come to hit y'all with that nigga music
Here we go again
More shit for y'all gon hear the drug abuse it
Here we go again
Now watch the way we always blow the spot
Here we go again
We fuck shit up and take the shit you got
Here we go again
Flipmode you know we always bring it (What)
Bring it (What)
Bring it (What)
Bring it (What)
Bring it

Ha
Flipmode
New album
Labor Day 2000
Fuckers
The Rulership LP
Flipmode Squad
Unstoppable
Cut the shit off
Cut it off

 

[fox69]

"Hits For Days"
(feat. J. Holiday)

"Hits For Days"
(feat. J. Holiday)



[Busta Rhymes:]
On your marks
Get set ready go
Let's get 'em upper deck
Let is spark
I'm sicker with flows
To set another trend
You niggas front
Like shit ain't for real
Why would you pretend
It's Busta Busta
Back for the kill
Tell a fuckin' friend
Before the bomb drop if you good
See when I (beat it up)
With nonstop coke for the hood
Go 'head and (heat it up)
I'ma leave it up to the streets
To determine how i beat it up
'til a nigga head get bus' in the club
I'm bout to (heat 'em up)

[J. Holiday:]
It's been a while since I've
Seen the light of day (Okay)
Cause I, been hustlin'
Jus' Cookin' in the kitchen
Comin' up with hits for days
And those involved
Are blastin' all
The rest'a y'all
No cruise control
(And) I know you wanna hate
You can't hate, [?]
You need to
Move over
Cause I'm colder
But more important
I'm a soldier
(Ha, Yeah) The rockin don't stop cause
We make hits for days

[Busta Rhymes:]
Ay, yo yo
No just in case you actin' like you don't know
Must I remind you niggas that
(We make hits for days)
It's only in your best interest if you
(Spread love, dah dahhh-dah)

We make niggas wanna act up
Smash ya wig and wanna backflip
Ain't nothin changed I'm still the
Goliath of this rap shit
Snatch a couple of ones
My money [?]
Then I double my funds
And [?]
Oh Oh Oh
My My My (SHIT)
My My My
My niggas black and reactin'
Like they back in the sty
It's really plain and simple
So please explain to me why
Y'all know already
Only them stupid niggas'll try
To test the kid who spit it hard
Like the legend of [?]
Back on my grind like I'm sittin'
Baggin' them tin pies
Glass table, couple razors
And baking soda supplies
While sippin' 'ngac
Hits from the 'L' will
Bloody your eyes
This new concoction I cook
Will flood exceeding the size
Of every hood, borough, and city
Meet your demise
And if you gotta question the kid
Then utilize
Your better sense of judgement
Who do it better? Surprise, Surprise!
("J") Get 'Em

[J. Holiday:]
It's been a while since I've
Seen the light of day (Okay)
Cause I, been hustlin'
Jus' Cookin' in the kitchen
Comin' up with hits for days
And those involved
Are blastin' all
The rest'a y'all
No cruise control
(And) I know you wanna hate
You can't hate, [?]
You need to
Move over
Cause I'm colder
But more important
I'm a soldier
(Ha, Yeah) The rockin don't stop cause
We make hits for days

[Busta Rhymes:]
Ay, yo yo
No just in case you actin' like you don't know
Must I remind you niggas that
(We make hits for days)
It's only in your best interest if you
(Spread love, dah dahhh-dah)

In every hood
We carry the goods
I'm ready to go
Let's proceed with the stuntin'
In case you ain't know then LET...
...me show you somethin'
Why niggas front?
They know who in charge
Of this whole production (YO!)
Take [?] legal liquor consumption
And keep it nutty
For every hood
Follow instructions
And rush the door
And [?] the entry
Wild'n the function
Just throw a couple bottles around
And fuel a combustion, probably
Shit's about to explode
Catch a concussion
The club('s at) capacity
And now everybody is stuck in
With bitches shakin' they ass
And dancin' just like they fuckin'
See my money long
I spend them benefits from tax deductions
A couple cribs
And a little company doin' construction
(Ha, It's nothin')
DJ play 'til equipment'll malfunction
And the lights is on
And Shots have been fired
That's why they duckin'
Mother fuckin' better run
If you hear them niggas is bustin'
I know it's been a while
So you niggas ain't
Expect to see this comin'
I'm back to get 'em!

[J. Holiday:]
It's been a while since I've
Seen the light of day (Okay)
Cause I, been hustlin'
Jus' Cookin' in the kitchen
Comin' up with hits for days
And those involved
Are blastin' all
The rest'a y'all
No cruise control
(And) I know you wanna hate
You can't hate, [?]
You need to
Move over
Cause I'm colder
But more important
I'm a soldier
(Ha, Yeah) The rockin don't stop cause
We make hits for days

[Busta Rhymes:]
Ay, yo yo
No just in case you actin' like you don't know
Must I remind you niggas that
(We make hits for days)
It's only in your best interest if you
(Spread love, dah dahhh-dah)

 

[fox69]

"Holla"

"Holla"


Yeah, yea
This shit sound like..
one two o'clock in the mornin with the full moon out
Niggaz in they trucks creepin
With a fresh box of ecstasy pills for these bitches

[Verse One]
Yeah, team select, please collect, G's connect
Thieves nigga direct the trees to the SmokeFest
Wanna take a toke? YES! The newest zone I'm in
I'm like Smithsonian nigga, fuck it call me Napoleon
Wave the torch, cut the head off the Leviathan
The terminology I'm rhymin in cause a frenzy up in Ireland
Hit ya, I'm gon get ya
And drop the bomb scripture at your barmitzvah
Yo, map shit out, blast through the speakers
With a wifebeater on, Bushe below, a new pair of sneakers
Street niggaz hang on the sidewalk, that's where I learned my fly talk
Pimp-strut, and how to skywalk
Moderatin how we establish the whole conglomerate
The way we honor it, you'll never conquer it
See how we wreck, has a global effect, on even Polish people
Young and restless down to the old and feeble
Peep them, Czechoslovakian to Yugoslavian niggaz
Be all into my bounce so don't be botherin niggaz
So NOW you should feel the whole cathedralish bounce
Put one in your stomach leave you in a fetalish crouch, nigga
My vernacular is spectacular
Strategic plans'll have you lookin wacker than a postal office massacre
Is that so? Make moves just like a fatso
Bounce in a minivan Astro after my gat BLOW!

[Chorus]
Aiyyo, get up, get up, get dough (get dough nigga)
Roll up, light up, and smoke that 'dro (smoke 'dro now)
Bitch shake yo' hips and bounce real slow
Niggaz rep yo' hood, I'm with that --
All my nig-gaz (all my niggaz) if you with me (if you with me)
Yeah I see you (yeah) HOL-LA
(Throw yo' guns in the motherfuckin air, c'mon!)
All my bitch-es, if you're with me (yeah all my bitches where you at now)
Yeah I see you (you know I see y'all) HOL-LA

[Verse Two]
Yeah, my whole entire mindstate deeper
than astronomy and mathematics like Galileo
Smash you niggaz like mashed potato
Back when niggaz used to rock Ballys and Clarks
I used to watch, little niggaz shouldn't hustle nickel crack in the park
Barrels spray the brighter flame in the dark
Blood spill stain on the street, that's how niggaz be leavin they mark
Fuckin with diplomats who love Bailey's
Monopolize and quickly get other money fuckin with Israelis
So solid how we be symbolic
to a handful of niggaz that be all schemin on the same wallet
Them type niggaz that be conspirin and kidnappin
Shit happens! Gun clap for you in a GIFT wrappin
You should follow how the style switch up
Like a group of religious niggaz schemin to kill they arch-bishop
You big pussy nigga actin all hard
Call me atheist, because I don't believe in you God
It's like a grand feast celebratin the bounce of the century
I tote the recipe quick for any type of discrepancy
Busta Rhymes the great renaissance artist and architect
Like how a Filippo Brunelleschi portrait is so hard to get
We got the obscure shit for the street
Nevertheless we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat
Yo, we got the obscure shit for the street
Nevertheless we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat

[Chorus w/ slightly different (ad libs)]

[Busta Rhymes]
Holla at me now, c'mon!
Yeah.. Busta Rhymes, cookin up a little brown stew chicken
Dr. Dre niggaz, yea

 

[fox69]

"Hot Fudge"

"Hot Fudge"


Yo, I rearrange your wholesome change
Complicate your vision and make the world look strange
Try to remain calm but yet you still feel perspiration
Drip from the top of your lip - losing concentration
Don't you try to front like we got some type affiliation
Bought yourself a piece you shit to try and avoid the confrontation
Fear me, it's in your bloodstream feel the circulation
Permenantly trife and affecting life like ammunisation
Oh shit, I've got you feeling nervous on purpose (Ha!)
I love bring that shit right at you - door to door service
Instantaneous, you will still get your shit bust (Bust)
Only spontaneous, all that shit talk is miscellaneous
You be rolling shady we gonn' establish all the shadyist
Yet all of my black peoples be the most craziest
Numerals of funerals every day
When I take a closer look of all my niggas around my way (Ha!)
Ha, yeah, I love to dig from deep within
Making your head spin

Hot Fudge coming on in good lord
Hot Fudge coming on in good lord
Hot Fudge coming on in good lord
Hot Fudge...

Da Da Do Dee Da Do Da De Do Da Da Ohh Ohh Ohh
Do Da Do Dee Da Do Da De Do Da Da Oww Oww Oww

Aeiyo, you look like my man, y'all look similiar
Alibis that niggas trying use like we familiar
Fuck that! You really need to check your criteria
Violating the world, annihilate your whole area
Been in this too long to allow niggas to try to take mine
23 years deep and I still exist as BUSTA RHYMES!
Aeiyo, I'm in this to win this, gets down to handle my buisiness
While I be Busta Rhymes you still be whoever your name is
In my past life the world felt my mega blast
Now in my present life I'ma still bust your fucking ass
Yo, it's been predicted, ever since I was a child
Getting addicted to candy bars I was still wicked
Drop jewels on many fools while my niggas pack tools
In '89 when we signed this Leaders Of The New School
Four, lyrical Schwarzeneggers rolling like commanders
Wrecking shit, hit after hit, while we set the standards
Back then came leaders of the 'New it was like a dream come true
You could scream on the mic and do what you gotta do
In the meantime I show improved and stick my lagoon theory
Scream at the top of my lungs until you fuckers hear me
Yo, I love to dig from deep within
Making your head spin

Hot Fudge coming on in good lord
Hot Fudge coming on in good lord
Hot Fudge coming on in good lord
Hot Fudge coming

Da Da Do Dee Da Do Da De Do Da Da Ohh Ohh Ohh
Do Da Do Dee Da Do Da De Do Da Da Oww Oww Oww
Da Da Do Dee Da Do Da Ohh Ohh Ohh
Do Da Do Dee Da Do Da Oww Oww Oww

Numerals of funerals everyday [repeat 12X]

 

[fox69]

"Hot Nigga (Interlude)"

"Hot Nigga (Interlude)"


[Busta Rhymes:]
So this is how we gon start this shit niggas
I said, so this is how we gon start this shit nigga
I was always told that there's no better time than the present, pweom

[Busta Rhymes:]
Bitch we back in the spot, niggas
Conglomerate control every block niggas
Bang 'em, tear 'em limb from limb, leave a nigga numb
And make 'em fiend for the official verse when the remix come!

[Busta Rhymes:]
Yeah, y'all niggas gon' have to wait for that for a minute
Let's get back to it

 

[fox69]

"Hot Shit Makin' Ya Bounce"

"Hot Shit Makin' Ya Bounce"


Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Just bounce around
All my niggas in the place need to bounce around
Just bounce around
Make ya bounce around
All my bitches in the place need to bounce around
Make ya bounce around
I'll make ya bounce around
Shake yo titties and yo ass and bounce around
Just bounce around
Just bounce around
C'mon

Yeah nigga this shit here be the boss of me
None of y'all niggas is ready run go see the pharmacy
Prepare for the coming of another grand larceny
Pardon me, you niggas ain't even a little hard to me
Shit I spit'll slice you all up in yo main artery
For the simple fact we didn't grow together, you ain't a part of me
Makin niggas ride my long star singin the choruses
Open orifices they gon' go cop another fortresses
Meet a couple Delorises
Travel when we on the low whippin them ford tauruses
Ay yo-yo yo-yo YO
Now I be Busta Ryhmes multimedia
Latest edition added to the street encyclopedia
(Meaning) keep your eyes on greedy niggas gettin greedier
(Meaning) keep your eyes on meaty asses gettin meatier
Worldwide publication bring tribulation
To all whack niggas I smash yo' dedication
My purpose is to purchase and really hurt this
Bring alla my niggas amongst the wealthy merchants
Gently we conquer the spot until its empty
Present me and my niggas with arsenal aplenty
Break fools, send you to school, follow the rules
Violate my tools, lay you in your own blood pool
But for now I drop jewels on the mentally strong
With shit to say we don't allow niggas to say up in a song

Aiyyo, aiyyo, hot shit makin ya bounce
One two (two) ride around in large amounts
One two (two) high offa half an ounce
One two (two), one two (two)
One two (two), hot shit makin ya bounce
One two (two) ride around in large amounts
One two (two) we high offa half an ounce
One two (two), one two (two)

Caliente, wearing Ferdio Valente
Shorty whippin in a Mitsubishi Viamonte
Smell the roses, overdoses, givin niggas they diagnosis
I got the answer for niggas who need they prognosis
Shit for alla y'all niggas to smell up in your noses
Hocus pocus, introduce me to the hostess
I was dyin'a stroke uh play strip poker
In the limo as I directed the limo chauffer
Told the nigga to spin over by the club copa
Watchin shorty lay as she spread on the limo sofa
She asked the chauffer to stop for a frappachino mocha
Then she let me blaze it while I still had my gun in my holster
Still bonin, word I love the way shorty moanin
Zonin, word is born niggas is wide open
Yo, have a little fun all in between time
And now we focus on the money shit all in the meantime
Word to mother- I work hard to keep microphonin
And alert niggas to shit like when the devil started clonin
What nigga? yeah, we bowlin and shit is rollin
Little shitty-ass niggas should run and go clean ya colon
Any human that be assumin I check my nigga ruben for the ice cuban
Assist him in my Lincoln Ave. boomin
Whats the issue? I come to get you
May the force be with you
Bang your head, rupture your brain tissue
I unravel shit faster than sound travel
Battle any amphibian or live mammal
Don't fret from sunrise to sunset
Make a nigga bounce quick and I ain't even grabbed my gun yet
I ain't done yet before I go to my permanent home
Make sure you put 'One Of The Illest' on my tombstone

Aiyyo, aiyyo, hot shit makin ya bounce
One two (two) ride around in large amounts
One two (two) high offa half an ounce
One two (two), one two (two)
One two (two) hot shit makin ya bounce
One two (two) ride around in large amounts
One two (two) we high offa half an ounce
One two (two), one two (two)
One two (two), one two (two)
One two (two), one two (two)
One two (two), one two (two)
One two (two)

 

[fox69]

"How Much We Grew"

"How Much We Grew"


[Intro:]
yeah this next joint right here...
is dedicated to all my niggas that I love
all the niggas that held it down with me through the whole shit
from the beginning of the fort, to the now current day of the fort
from the beginning and the birth of this whole shit
to the now success of this whole shit
and all my peoples that be holdin it down for their peoples
ridin with them through thick and thin, love y'all niggas
peep it

[CHORUS 2X:]
1, 2
Everytime I sit and take a look at how we grew so much my niggas
1, 2
All the things I do, you know I will hold my flags for you my niggas

[verse 1]
now, this how the shit all started
was like doctors of ? I was being conceived kinda retarded
like, and while my moms was conceiving this beautiful baby
doctors was the this woman's stress out of this Jamaican lady
Pops beef and straight carrying on
nobody realizing how the god was now being born
ayo, yo, 1, 2
while they was wildin and shit
they couldn't even find my pulse, sonogram on the frisk
so, they tried a natural birth, but had to stop production
baby stuck all up in the womb, another malfunction
1, 2
and now the doctors discover
they had to cut this lady's gut, and c-section me out of my mother
Pop duke could only sit and ask why
looked up in the sky and begged for mercy from the most high
c'mon, now, 1, 2
see now the day would feel blessed
watching the birth of a precious baby life manifest
see how that bugged me out

[CHORUS]

[over chorus]
that shit, that type shit be buggin me out cuz...
y'know niggas, nigga look back
to them days when you know shit is kinda ill like y'knawmean?
nigga, niggas like fall out, y'knawmean?
motherfuckers is, niggas live long enough to look back and shit and
laugh and shit, y'knawmean?

[verse 2]
young and learnin shit that started is thick
started inquiring alot, started using my dick
like I knew it all but I wasn't really knowin and shit
buggin when my pubic hairs started growin and shit
now hold up, a young nigga now a couple years pass
searchin desperate to experience my first piece of ass
now, gettin into mischief and caught my first arrest
started smoking weed and started totin on them cigarettes
eyes bloodshot like I was starin at a highbeam
nigga only twelve so why he lookin like he nineteen?
1, 2
the fast life baby, young with an old soul
from the past life baby
a young nigga wanted things and wanted money quick
ambitious on the Amtrak, wit a quarter brick
my nigga, 1, 2
it got hot in the streets
my nigga campaign the cops who started walkin the beat, my nigga
trouble causin too much problems just me and my brother
made mommy a grandma and shacked up with my babymother
now it a seed, I was always ready to clap shit
strugglin, so then I start fuckin 'round with this rap shit
moved to Long Island and got up with a few niggas
believin we could show the world we was the Leaders Of the New niggas
a crew of niggas that was hot like an infirmary
blazin til they started actin like bitches internally
so now, Flipmode is how we own it fo' sho
tried to fuck with niggas but I couldn't do it no more
fo rilla, 1, 2
and then I got with some niggas
always wit it to multiply the gross and double the figgas
and then I, hit with bombs and hold a stack in my palms
whippin Bentleys, floss icy shit and take care of moms
give the local little old man a job as my chaeuffeur
hold it down for all my niggas til the movement is over
it's kinda beautiful

[CHORUS repeats to end]

[over chorus]
yeah, y'knawmean?
how we have acquired so much
where we can look back and, and actually laugh and lavish
in the, in the, in the moment
as we prime in life
look at how we, we struggled all this way and went through the bullshit
motherfuckin, little obstacles
situations they try to set up for niggas to fuckin fall off
and lose they hard earned shit, y'knowmean?
I holds it down for my niggas though
give my last to my niggas
all the niggas that was wit me through the whole shit
love y'all niggas, word
my Flipmode niggas, man

 

[fox69]

"Hustler's Anthem '09"
(feat. T-Pain)

"Hustler's Anthem '09"
(feat. T-Pain)



It's too late to turn back now nigga
Getcha money getcha money (two times)
Hey I'm bout to act up in a wondertrip on their ass
T-pain yeah

You should already know when I walk in the door
That it ain't no use in frontin' on me
I'm a hustle I'm a do my thing
You already know what it's gon' be
I keep hustlin
I keep hustlin
I keep hustlin
And if you feel me put your hands up
And come and sing the hustler's anthem with me

Lalalala
Yeah
Lalalala
Keep hustlin dog
Keep hustlin dog
Yeah
Yeah
Lalalalalala
Lalalala
Keep hustlin
Yeah
Okay
Let's go

What it do, what it do all day
Come through and get it jumpin'
Throwin' money away
It don't matter if you're hustlin' a bundle of yay
Or you got a 9 to 5
Let the champagne spray

Boom click a little don of the red rose
Two chicks on my arm when I step okay
Gillette razor sharp
You know the boy don't play
BC ten drop me in Sandro pey
Let the money machine roll on
We been needin' a nigga like you in the street so long
Everytime you drops yakkin'
You do no wrong
You hata niggas
I know your forte
We blind your little shine
Fuck what you portrait
While you leave
Your lil chick wanna stay
And if you violate
I assure you'll all gon' pay

You should already know when I walk in the door
That it ain't no use in frontin' on me
I'm a hustle I'm a do my thing
You already know what it's gon' be
I keep hustlin
I keep hustlin
I keep hustlin
And if you feel me put your hands up
And come and sing the hustler's anthem with me

Lalalala
Yeah
Lalalala
Keep hustlin dog
Keep hustlin dog
Yeah
Yeah
Lalalalalala
Lalalala
Keep hustlin
Yeah
Okay
Let's go

Hey girl
The god's back in town
You ain't gonna wanna miss it
When the shit go down
We celebratin' like we throwin' money around
Bring a lot of 'tron
We bout to order a couple of rounds

Look
I know at times it probably seem like the hardest
When you ain't got it
But you gotta go and get it regardless
Check it
Get on your hustle homie
Get up and go
And do it proper
For the veteran knows
And go and cop an island
And do a lot so I can stack up a
With a couple billion with a stash in the flow
Up in the mansion, listen
I'm only tellin' you the theme of this caper
Is get your paper
Let's keep it goin'

You should already know when I walk in the door
That it ain't no use in frontin' on me
I'm a hustle I'm a do my thing
You already know what it's gon' be
I keep hustlin
I keep hustlin
I keep hustlin
And if you feel me put your hands up
And come and sing the hustler's anthem with me

Lalalala
Yeah
Lalalala
Keep hustlin dog
Keep hustlin dog
Yeah
Yeah
Lalalalalala
Lalalala
Keep hustlin
Yeah
Okay
Let's go

Kiddie bangin' at random
And the way the nigga hustle
It's like he's throwin' a tantrum
Tryin' to hustle
Cop a plane
A couple ships
You hustle up on the block
Some niggas hustle at random
Now
As long as you can go and muscle a grip
Whether you shinin' from a grind
Or you hustle legit
Either way get money nigga
Turn on the switches
For power hustlin'
And stack all your riches
That's how we on it

You should already know when I walk in the door
That it ain't no use in frontin' on me
I'm a hustle I'm a do my thing
You already know what it's gon' be
I keep hustlin
I keep hustlin
I keep hustlin
And if you feel me put your hands up
And come and sing the hustler's anthem with me

Lalalala
Yeah
Lalalala
Keep hustlin dog
Keep hustlin dog
Yeah
Yeah
Lalalalalala
Lalalala
Keep hustlin
Yeah
Okay
Let's go

 

[fox69]

"I Got Bass"

"I Got Bass"


It's so good to have you back
To provide us all with that bass
Especially after you finish cookin' that bass

I always been a hungry nigga
The type to set a whole entire country into a frenzy hold up
Whatever niggas wanna do, niggas wanna try
Fuck it, I'm better than the best of them
King Kong and Godzilla mixed up together
While I'm blessing them
It's wrong for niggas to mix us together
Cus I'm better than every fucking body
You should remember that I never been lesser
Always fresher I'm upgrade and bitch constantly mutilating foes
And outshining their favorite
Probably boost the ratings while I'm changing and rearranging the climate
I'm the fucking pilot
Silence, I'm so amazing and so spectacular
The way I sparkle like fireworks then I cause a massacre
And make you feel how the fire hurts
See the dungeon dragon has returned RAWRRR, look
Then I come one after the other then BLAOWW, before the hook
Then I see how the people's amazed and astonished by what I do
Cause I see how the heater just blaze and I tarnish up other dudes
Then I see what I feed to make niggas just WOWW when I'm coming through
Indeed I plant a seed that'll make 'em DROWNN when they get the news
That yes I am the best and unless you could replace
Cause I only deal with facts and the truth is in your face

I got bass (coke)
Every line is (dope)
The type of shit that make 'em feign and had 'em thirsty to (smoke)
I got a funky fresh (car)
And a funky fresh (broad)
I'm a funky fresh (star)
And I'm up to (par)
You see the trunk got bass
Yeah the pots got bass
All the niggas on the block they be dealin' that bass
You see the trunk got bass
I flood the hood with the bass
I'm bringin' the sprinklers out
Even when there's a drought
I got bass
I got bass
I got bass
I got bass

This should be soundin' like a thousand mosquitoes buzzing like hmhmmmhmmhmhmhm
I got you niggas buggin' like fucking zombies is coming
And dumbing and losing it
Got a fucking army that's gunnin' and running for rulership
I'm in a fucking party with something that's stunning' and cute as shit
I don't play with none of you dummies
Who the fuck is you foolin' with
Then I count and sum up my money
Niggas know how I do this shit
Then I bounce and I run through the country
Then I come with a slew of hits that'll massacre the planet
Obliviating the earth
And diabolically smashing everything for whatever it's worth
It's Busta Rhymes godfather beast boy emperor
This rap shit coming to get the bread
Gimmie my cash, quick so that I can be malice
You niggas now running telling do it
So I can reblanket the town with the epidemic
I got a flow that cause cancers
Better call up the paramedics
And it'll complicate blood circulation in diabetics
A lot of hateful niggas try to put my pockets on diuretics
But NAHH we don't allow them things
You and your mans can get it as you complicate the flow
To full drive when I feed my pushers then
Spit a dart like natives livin' in bushes

I got bass (coke)
Every line is (dope)
The type of shit that make 'em feign and had 'em thirsty to (smoke)
I got a funky fresh (car)
And a funky fresh (broad)
I'm a funky fresh (star)
And I'm up to (par)
You see the trunk got bass
Yeah the pots got bass
All the niggas on the block they be dealin' that bass
You see the trunk got bass
I flood the hood with the bass
I'm bringin' the sprinklers out
Even when there's a drought
I got bass
I got bass
I got bass
I got bass

 

[fox69]

"I Love My Chick"
(feat. Kelis)

"I Love My Chick"
(feat. Kelis)



[Busta Rhymes] I love my Chick
[Kelis] I love my baby
[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 legit
3...... and she can get

[Busta Rhymes (Kelis)]
i love my Chick
i love my lady yup yup
i love my Chick
(i love you baby)
i love my lady yup yup
i love my Chick
(i love you baby)
i love my lady yup yup
i love my Chick
(i love you baby)
i love my Chick
And she can get
[Kelis (Busta Rhymes)]
i love my baby yup yup
i love my boy
(i love my Chick)
i love my baby yup yup
i love my boy
(i love my Chick)
i love my baby
(i love my Chick)
i love my baby
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 wanna mess with a thug
sippin martini's drinkin, wanna sex in the club
cause . . . see thats my chick
thats my chick, thats my chick
yeah and she can get it
and she the type that keep it all on low
never stress the kid when im surrounded with hoes
if you knew the thing 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
if you 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 can get it

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 legit
3...... and she can get it

[Busta Rhymes (Kelis)]
i love my Chick
i love my lady yup yup
i love my Chick
(i love you baby)
i love my lady yup yup
i love my Chick
(i love you baby)
i love my lady yup yup
i love my Chick
(i love you baby)
i love my Chick
and she can get it
[Kelis (Busta Rhymes)]
i love my baby yup yup
i love my boy
(i love my Chick)
i love my baby yup yup
i love my boy
(i love my Chick)
i love my baby
(i love my Chick)
i love my baby
he bring me joy

[Busta Rhymes]
you see my Chick is a one of a kind
i know you wish your Chick was a rider like mine
when you see my mission know my shortys a dime
what she doing with them Chickes
she be skipping the line
listen, the type that reserve that ass for a fella
and if i had to skip town she's hold the stash for a fella
i'm saying see thats my chick
thats my chick, thats my chick
and she can get it
i know you buggin on the way this sound
but you know you know i love the way my Chick be holdin it down
extremely thoughall about the way she be reppin it hard
travel anywhere my shorty come touchin 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 . . . cause thats my chick
thats my chick, thats my chick
and she can get it

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 legit
3...... and she can get it

[Busta Rhymes (Kelis)]
i love my Chick
i love my lady yup yup
i love my Chick
(i love you baby)
i love my lady yup yup
i love my Chick
(i love you baby)
i love my lady yup yup
i love my Chick
(i love you baby)
i love my Chick
and she can get it
[Kelis (Busta Rhymes)]
i love my baby yup yup
i love my boy
(i love my Chick)
i love my baby yup yup
i love my boy
(i love my Chick)
i love my baby
(i love my Chick)
i love my baby
he bring me joy