Busta Rhymes

[fox69]

"It's A Party"
(feat. Zhane)

"It's A Party"
(feat. Zhane)



Right right right right
Right, Busta Rhymes exclusive with the Zhane
Each and every day
We gon come around your way and do it our way, word is bond

{It's a party, let's get it on tonight}
Word up, hah, yeah yeah one time with the flow {that's how we flow}
{Gonna rock your body, we gonna do it right}
{When I step up in the party won't you move it to the left}
Hah hah hah hah, move it to the left
{Party people move it side to side I'm feelin kind of blessed}
Oooh hah yeah ooh yes, kind of blessed yes
{And I'm so fly... and you're so fly...}
Oh yeah I'm so fly... yeah, yeah you so fly too girl
{Feeling high tonight... it's a partyartyartyartyahhhh}
Word up word up... uhh, hah

UHH! Let me get down, do my thing
I always bring, shit that always make your ass swing
Holding down the fort while we keep shit tight
Hit you with that bang shit that keep you live all night
Makin moves strong while we keep rockin on
Now the object is survival son so get your hustle on
Bust two shots while I blow up the spot
I make it hot, till the jam is packed, to the parking lot, now
Me and my mans feel like we astronauts
Cause we so high from off that weed we got from new knots
Certified stimulation got me open wide
Before we slide to side we grab the stash out the ride
We on fire tonight, and the place is lookin steamy
Babygirl let me seek that gift that make your cake creamy uhh
Feel the heat circulatin through your body
Everytime the Flipmode click step inside the part, word is bond

{It's a party, let's get it on tonight}
Hah, right, word is bond
{Gonna rock your body, we gonna do it right}
{The stimulation circulating through my mind body and soul}
Uhh, hah, hah uh hah!
{Busta Rhymes, stimuli, making me lose control}
Hah hah hahhhh
{And I'm so fly... and you're so fly}
Word is bond, yes I am
{Feeling high tonight... it's a partyartyartyartyahhhh}
Ha ha ha

I got my mind made up, c'mon you can get it girl
Come with me if you really wit it girl
Back to my dungeon shack, where the party is it
Where I can tickle your nipples and your feminine fat
I checks for you baby whatchu gon do
There's a party at my crib designed just for me and you
Let me let my crew know we bout to break out
Flip, Star, Web, Dukwon Allah, and the Boy Scout
My man Black Missin, son whylin with the shorty flippin
Stackin papers, sippin bubbles good nigga livin
But anyway we bout to break out in my Lands
Pursuin our thoughts and executin all plans
The dope shit is that we both underestand
that it's a one night stand and you ain't even thinkin bout your man
Oooh, OH! We bout to turn on the heat again
Don't you say a word until we finish partyin

{Don't you know that tonight, is your night}
Hah, word up, tonight is the niiight
{Feelin good when I have a peace of mind}
Word up, a peace of mind
{Got to set it off and just a little bit wild}
Hah, woo, a little wild
{It's a partyartyahhhhhh}
Hah, it's a party y'all, it's a party y'all, it's a party y'all

Yo, well anyway I'm back around my way
Keepin it live you know how we do each and every day
Rollin through thick with my girls Zhane
With the exclusive debut Hey Mr. DJ
Listen to me baybay
We put somethin together that's gon drive you crazy
Get from our your seat and stop actin lazy
Or get up out my party if you actin shady, baby baby, it's a aprty

{It's a party, let's get it on tonight}
Word up, let's get it on tonight
{Gonna rock your body, Zhane and Busta Rhymes}
Yes, yes, uhh, Zhane and Busta Rhymes
{It's a party, let's get it on tonight}
Ahhh, woo, let's get it on, let's get it on
{Gonna rock your body, we gonna do it right}
Do it right now, ahh, hah
{It's a party, let's get it on tonight}
Throw your hands in the air!!!
{Gonna rock your body, Zhane and Busta Rhymes}
Zhane and Busta Rhymes exclusive, hah
{It's a party, let's get it on tonight}
Hah, word is bond, let's get it on babygirl
{Gonna rock your body, we gonna do it right}

Let's do it right now, keep it movin y'all
Flipmode is the unit y'all
You can't see what we doin y'all
Zhane and Busta B y'all
Yes we doin the whole entire party makin y'all
Woo, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, forever and ever and ever...

 

[fox69]

"It's All Good"

"It's All Good"


Let me talk to you
Let me talk to you baby
I've got some shit to share we your freaky ass, ha

I like the way you freak it baby, I love your style
The way you stick your tongue in my mouth and act wild
The way you give me them little fights and little tussles
Bite the back of your neck weaking your leg muscles
The type of chick who always want to take it there
She don't care, ready to fuck anywhere
Make a nigga want to bust 'til my legs cripple
Put your breasts in my face, tell me bite the nipples
You got me breathing hard, the whole shit
Kiss me on the chest, my belly button
Baby, start to kiss the whole dick
Strap you up, one time
Slap your ass up, two time
And watch you jingle
I love the way your whole ass wiggle
The way she turning me on and make my little freak wanna giggle
Before the dick paid the pussy a visit
Grabbed the pussy from the back a stuck my fingers all in it

[Chorus:]

Have you ever went over your freak's house to chill
And the both of you understood
That y'all could chill with the talking 'cos y'all were straight fucking
And for both of y'all, it's all good
Sometimes you try to play it off but you know you can't
Now a nigga dick hard like wood
You tried the macaroni-salad-the-sweet-pussy-delight
I'ma fuck it every time I could

My freak start stripping
I take a closer look, her pussy dripping
Flipping, you know I ain't tripping
Got my heart skipping, anticipating the fun
Baby, kiss the dick one more time and start the dick suck
I like the way you lick it, the way you suck it
The way you tell me you want the right dick to fuck it
The dick rest upon the pussy right here like wool
Grab my ass and pull, say you want your pussy whole full
Now talk the dirty shit, I like it like that
The way you swing your waist and throw all the pussy back
Baby got me all in the pussy, I ain't joking
She turning round, bending over, spreading her ass wide open
Oh yes, so I can get all in
She say she like the way the dick make the pussy feel from deep within
And when it slip out, she stick it right in
I love her just the way she is and how handle her biz

[Chorus to fade...]

 

[fox69]

"Iz They Wildin' Wit' Us & Getting' Rowdy Wit' Us"
(feat. Mystikal)

"Iz They Wildin' Wit' Us & Getting' Rowdy Wit' Us"
(feat. Mystikal)



Yeah yeah
Fix that guitar shit
Yeah [25x]
Ay yo Mystikal
(Here I go wha)
Iz they getting' rowdy wit' us
Iz they wildin' wit us
Yeah yeah
Flipmode nigga (wha)
No Limit nigga (wha)
Flipmode nigga (wha)
No Limit nigga (wha)
Flipmode nigga
Yo yo yo (Here we go)

[Mystikal:]

Coincide with yo boy check out with no lines
On yo boy look out but don't hide
When you bust it up and keep rhymes
When you walk towards the tape offline
For your boys got instinct rhymes
When you bump between the sixteen lines
When you bowl win the goal bitches scream
Win the goal keep ahead keep it live
Before you go get your tattoo rhymes
For your boy pick a bell in the bathroom
Penalized doing it till he get tired of ya boy
That shit between me and you niggas
Then trying to figure out what I say
I give less than a fuck, what you doing over there
Just don't get in my way
Hear my records feel my presence now and forever and until
Stop what you doing and work it fuck it nice
Just complete it with a licking to the man right there
Tell you mother fuckerswhat we came to do
It's just plain as day but they don't wanna see
If you don't wanna fight get the fuck is you'll be
In the spot working on my beat
Long time I'm having no compromise
I'ma open them up and them I'm dumping them out
I'm keeping it hard so don't get mad
Cause I'm loading 'em up and I'm running 'em out
Hit 'em with the bang then I feel a bang
Take her in the backyard outside leave 'em in a ring
Teach the niggas not to fuck with us
And next year we gon do the same thing and

[Chorus (2x):]
Now who you is nigga?
I'm Mystikal nigga
Now who you is nigga?
I'm Busta Rhymes nigga
Now is they wildin with us
And getting rowdy with us
Now is they wildin with us
And getting rowdy with us

[Busta:]

Yo yo yo yo yo yo
Me and my nigga Mystikal make a plan that generate
Sufficient amount of funds across many lands
Generate the heat the place radiate
When I break shit I drop create a earthquake
Yo, anyway we still double masking
And get the gambit and eat super pie niggas
All over the track with a kick in your back
I know we making you black
And you stay fucking with that
You my niggas is platinum
Can you deal with the fact?
Me and the fact getting money
With my name on the plaque
You know how I blow the spot
You niggaz can't fuck with what I got
Nigga please
Ooh nigga you don't need me to smoke trees
Nigga freefall make you feel some of these
Oh by hollow tips pinned in your ass
Get off the Earth the fact that you even in my class
Yo
All my live bitches get over here
And all my live bitches get with the niggas right there
All you other niggas get in the rear
All you weak funny niggas you better stand clear
Come inside of my storm put on your gear
You ain't up here my nigga better be up outta here
Yo, when we come you know we the one
We only here to get money till the whole shit done

[Chorus (2x):]

Flipmode wildin wildin
Yeah y'all wildin wildin
No Limit rowdy rowdy
Getting rowdy rowdy
Busta Rhymes wildin wildin
Yeah you wildin wildin
Mystikal rowdy rowdy
Gettin rowdy rowdy
Flipmode wildin wildin
Yeah y'all wildin wildin
No Limit rowdy rowdy
Getting rowdy rowdy
Busta Rhymes wildin wildin
Yeah you wildin wildin
Mystikal rowdy rowdy
You getting rowdy rowdy
What
Mystikal and Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes and Mystikal
No Limit and Flipmode
Flipmode and No Limit
What you talking bout nigga what what
What the fuck nigga
What you want nigga
Who you is nigga

 

[fox69]

"J Dilla (Skit)"

"J Dilla (Skit)"


Rest in peace J Dilla
You know there ain't no way in the world me and Q-Tip gon' make a motherfucking mixtape and not acknowledge one of the godfathers of this "Boom Bap" shit
J Dilla, The Abstract and the Dragon, let's get back to it

 

[fox69]

"Just Give It To Me Raw"

"Just Give It To Me Raw"


Straight bang up your head shit with
Phenomenal swing like the ass on a black chick
Fat dick to all of y'all niggas with whack clicks
Hoping they whip paper like a classic
Low budget black flick
Last victim that I caught was fucking my last chick
She hit me off, nearly made me bust through my plastic
Took the loot that she had stashed in her panty elastic
She got from out my denim, little venom was fast, kid
Try to swindle a nigga by giving me putang
A new thang, chick wanted to fuck me to Wu-Tang
Thug chicks started criticizing my new slang
Started hitting the pussy the song from the wusang
Watch these rap niggas get all inside your guts man
My nuts hang
Shorty stay abusing the love thang
Gotta camouflage my stash and loot like I'm Bruce Wayne
After my money gotta kick the bitch up like Liu Kang

Aiyyo
I come to give you a little of what you asking for
Oh what we asking for
Oh yeah
I come to give you a little of what you asking for
Oh what we asking for
Now what you asking for
Just give it to me raw
Now what you asking for
Just give it to me raw
Now what you asking for
Just give it to me raw
Now what you asking for
Just give it to me raw
Okay

Shorty took me on a ride like a cyclone
In my zone
Strutting with an ass and a fly tone
Hold shorty like how I be holding my microphone
We thug romancing to the jazzy sound of a xylophone
Ass backwards I'ma stick you more than a cactus
Lay my thug willy actress across the mattress
Knock it off the earth axis and broken glasses
Continue when she make me bust blackberry molasses
Pussy made me feel like I was drugged up on morphine
My movie screen ass stacking more than we've all seen
Yo, chick 'bout to make me wile on her real hard
A real fraud, fuck I ever fucked with this ill broad
Chick still after my loot, she like, "What, son?"
Don't act dumb scheming on a robbery outcome
Come out from wherever you are and be outdone
Acting like you about something
And you ain't about none
Come on son
Thought the chicken head was a little rude
The wrong move making me whip it out like live dude
Fuck that trick tried to get at my hard-earned stack
Too many times
Gotta put my foot in her ass crack
June for all of my niggas you know shit is all real
A chicken head to fuck your mans and cut him a side deal
Of all your prized possessions if you let her get yours
Bitch we keep it raunchy everything will remain raw

Ay Yo
I come to give you a little of what you asking for
Oh what you asking for
Oh yes
I come to give you a little of what you asking for
Oh what you asking for
So what you asking for
Just give it to me raw
So what you asking for
Just give it to me raw
So what you asking for
Just give it to me raw
So what you asking for
Just give it to me raw
Okay

 

[fox69]

"Keep It Movin'"
(feat. Dinco, Milo, Charlie Brown)

"Keep It Movin'"
(feat. Dinco, Milo, Charlie Brown)



[Intro: Busta Rhymes]

Aiyo, where my niggas at?
Fuck, my niggas is at?
Where my Leaders Of The New School niggas is at?
Yo, aiyo C Brown, C Brown where the fuck you at, dun?
Aiyo Milo, Milo and the dance, where the fuck you at, nigga?
Aiyo aiyo Dinco, where you at, son?
Where the fuck my Leaders niggas is at, man?
Fuck man, I'm ready to grab my niggas
Them niggas need to go to blow or sometin

Keep it movin', keep it movin' (Runnin faster than the speed of a bullet)
Keep it movin', keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along
(Has more rhymes than any other DJ that has craps)
Keep it movin', keep it movin' (Able to leap sucker MC's in a single bound)
Keep it movin', keep it movin' (Look at the jam of the mic)
Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along (It's the L-the O-the N-the S)

[Verse 1: Dinco, Milo]

Three in this to grass it up like me
Besides TNT, see an N and BG
My visionary which is skippin on my D-O-G
I guess it was a S-O-S from G-O-D
Chaos has arisen interteller space souls (SOULS!)
Cellular, good ridance, like keypads wit ol' bass
Third planet states while the rest of the world waits (WAITS!)
Joy to the world, meaning hell, snow and earthquakes
Participates, modulates
If comets were round plates, bitten names gates
For only those that ???? relates, case after case (CASE!)
Dinco's on the next space
Movin strategically in the Solar System's waste (RAHHH!)
Size 25, the lymph still be in place (HAHHH!)
Stretch and extending, for flexin is impending
It's not mind-bending or *?refriending?* to keep remembering (HMMM!)
Cos everybody's people gonna die, or believe (WOO-HOO!)
we dispense necessity, to shout and receive

KEEP IT MOVIN' ALONG

People in the party, are you really feelin?
We ain't seein eye-to-eye so you ain't really seein (SEE!)
I be hippin all type of niggas, sayin fuck that nigga Blow
When they see me in the party, they better act like they know
YO, we connectin dots that makes spots hot
Uhh, to the beat'cha (Y'ALL!), ah ya don't stop (STOP!)
Notice, how many groups can formulate then lose focus
With a lot of hocus pocus, concepts that sound bogus
I'm seein the world and all its different kind of poses (WOO!)
Crush you like roaches, that's keepin the crowd movin (HAA!)
Mr and the dancers, who said "Culture consumin?"
Never face, he ????? ????? and strength
Cos I can terminate, like a dirty hypodermic needle
My vision's clearer than the sights on an eagle
Stop them bustin high, bring the head back to my table
Don't front, circle circle, dot dot, you catch your speed, not
Feel that, cos this type of vibe sounds done
(Far from the...., to the doe-run-run-run to the doe-run-run)
(YES!) Yes to the beat-boys and your ass accepted
Exclusive, L-O-N-S bringin the ruckus, wild aggressive

[Chorus:]

Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along
Keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin'
Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along

[Verse 2: Charlie Brown, Busta Rhymes]

Now don't get me wrong, CHILL!!!
Let me out, no question, no doubt
????? god is a drought
I've come to wet the party like a tropical depression
????? mixed with scherm for this musical session
(STOP!) stressin, testin, second-guessin, who's 'fessin?
Life is a lesson in disguise like a blessin
Blinkin, kickin, better back up chickens
The guns stun split, I keep it real, front *?worm?* (*?WORM!?*)
Cos I'm like a ???? hands therapeutic
Measurements, square, feet, and cubic
We're all makin pennies off a record, so who needs the paper? (WHO?)
The man in Manhatten lampin in the skyscrapers
How much can a nigga take before he break fool?
I tell ya cool, with the New School
And the tool to examine my unorthodox pattern
From Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter and Saturn
and don't forget Uranus, Neptune and Pluto
Flow deeper than the lava inside a volcano, bro
(Never snitch, never dominate
I'll be wild, smokin drowsy)
Fuckin up my economics, is it rather ironic
Sippin gin, juice and tonic
Like Shawn Kemp with some hemp, super sound and sonic
Baby, above your head, below your feet and it still wimp
C-Boogie Brown, my shit is brilliant

Yah yah, yah (AHH!)
My shit be so ginamic
and I'ma take 4 steps and cross the whole Titanic
Better believe I (KEEP!) movin (OVER!) people ?????
You know my crew funk, bringin in full flaga'
Bringin it back like I'm fresh out the box, pair of broke ass 69ers
(IS THERE NUTTIN NEW?) All in the house so open up your blinders
Yo, I be the Moses takin poses
When the wine flows so beautiful like a large bouquet of roses

[Chorus:]

Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along
Keep it movin', keep it movin'

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]

Keep it movin now
No need to try to stop it, we gon' wreck shit anyhow
Your, limitations is somethin I never will allow
When we bake the cake, I be that nigga that brings the icing
Disregard your whole identity and revoke your driver's licence
You know I blast in your ass real fast
Got your bladder burning, desperate for a bathroom pass
My ????? like a Busta Rhymes statue made of grass
C'mon, hypnotise some ass, shit so hot, better jump in the water, nigga
(SPLASH!)
Breakin fools at parties like a ruckus sound class
Make a philly down the back and mix the weed with more hash
I will wash away your pain like Draino
Erupting like the angriest volcano, or the wickedest whirlwind and tornado
We stay up in the streets, cruisin, me and my whole crew, gotta.......

[Chorus:]

Keep it movin' along
Keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin'
Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along
Keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin'
Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along
Keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin'
Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along
Keep it movin'

[Outro:]

This one goes out
to the three brothers that I love the most, in memory of this song
My man Ratto, my man Big Joe, my nigga Love
Them niggas rest, most comfortable
Peace, L-O-N-S, forever

 

[fox69]

"Keepin' It Tight"

"Keepin' It Tight"


Yeah Flipmode Squad
Yeah their ain't nothing iller
Busta Rhymes got another killer
Niggas be getting all in playing Cee Lo
We be getting money at casinos
Gamble my money like gambinos
Scarface through like appachino
Now my pockets got muscles like Lou Farigno
Got the hot shit
Big up my nigga Premo
Stack loot with my nigga Dino and Enno (Julio)
Spliff and my other nigga Chico
Uno dos tres quatro cinco (Gimme five)
Count from ten all the way back to zero
Set it off rep. from here to Puerto Rico
Run in the bitches makes me black and Filipino
Trick in the hide or on the niko
Caught the round trip to Santo Domingo
My nigga Spliff criminal like Max Remo
Thug think he loud then show me your hero
Nigga tried to play me on the dealo
Tried to short me couple gram on the D-Low
Thought we didn't know better oh yeah we know
Stepping them niggas for what its gon be yo
Niggas spend money and fuck a preshow
Your name was shorty who whip in a little Geo
Dare and look niggas get left by the sea show
Lock up a nigga and sabotage the keyhole

[Chorus:]
Alright y'all (Alright)
You know we keepin it tight y'all (Real tight wha)
That's how we doin it (Ha, that's how we doin it)
That's how we doin it (Yeah, that's how we doin it)
Alright y'all (Alright)
You know we wildin all night y'all (All night y'all)
That's how we doin it (Ha, that's how we doin it)
That's how we doin it (Yeah, that's how we doin it)

Yo, guess who coming through for dinner (Who)
Busta Rhymes bringing another winner
Coming with another all night thriller (Yo yo)
Shit bang through your bass kicker
Don't want the hot shit to boil you move quicker
Should've made the club crowd a little thicker
Nigga in a club fronting like a killer
You ain't eating my nigga you lookin thinner
Now you a sinner a partier beginner
You better off if dance to who got the keys to my beamer
You a killer but you never pulled a trigger
How that calculate money yo how you figure
Yo, another homerun hitter my nigga
Yo we ain't over hit you with a refiller
We keep it moving never label me a quitter
Flipmode baby you could call me flipper
She wildin we wildin along with her
My nigga put me on told me she a stripper
Fronting like he don't really wanna be with her
He told me handle my business cause he already did her
He says she used to be Lucy babysitter
Fuck a sloppy second hit the highest bidder for realla
Keep the champagne in the chiller
Keep it cold while I hit you with another wig-splitter

[Chorus (2x):]

 

[fox69]

"Kill Dem"
(feat. Pharrell, Tosh)

"Kill Dem"
(feat. Pharrell, Tosh)



[Intro: Pharrell (Busta Rhymes)]
Ho! (Hmmm! Eh!) Ho! (Hmmm! Eh!) Hey! (Hmmm! Eh!) Ho! (Hmmm! Eh!)

[Verse 1: Busat Rhymes]
What di blooclaat yuh a talk bout when mi in di place and yuh see di bwoy a walk bout (TRUE!)
Don use two ting park outside a di club and yuh see police chalk out (Hmmm!)
A likkle eediat bwoy mass out see di pretty gal dem side a di place pass out
(HEH HEH HEH HEH!!!!) True mi a luagh out
Come through and mek di people too massive mi caan south
Di likkle fool fool bwoy cross out and mi in di place yuh know seh mi a shine floss out
(GWAAN SHINE RUDEBWOY!) Yuh nuh see boss deh bout
True and when mi a talk yuh fi shut yuh mouth
Look, any bwoy waan test blast out pop coppa shot yuh should a tek anodda ras rout
Now before mi get ready fi flash out bring two big batty gal back a mi ras house

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes (*Pharrell) (Tosh)]
A KILL DEM!!! (And one and two and three and four lick a shot more fire!!!!)
A KILL DEM!!! (And one and two and three and four lick a shot more fire!!!!)
(*Look at that muffin!) (What di bloodclaat dem a talk bout!) (*Look at that muffin!)
A KILL DEM!!! (*Look at that muffin!) (*Look at that muffin!)
(Dem a know seh we run this bloodclaat round here!)
(*Look at that muffin!) (Weh dem a really a deal wid?) (*Look at that muffin!)
A KILL DEM!!! (*Look at that muffin!) (Yuh nuh know seh a we run this bumbohole!)
(*Look at that muffin!) (YAH HEAR MI!!!!!!!!!)

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
Concrete control everyting inna di bloodclaat street (EH!!!!)
It nuh really matta weh dem waan speak bare cocksman deh bout we nuh eat people meat
(TRUE!) Nuff woman in di place dem a bleach when yuh hear big tune more fire dem a preach (HA!)
When man pull up and di tire dem a screech whole heap a excitement when dem find out seh we reach
Now, when, big man come through have manners, cau mi nuh know weh dem a try do
Yo, oonu fi know seh we nuh skin out bwoy who waan test ol' dutty big gunman crew (RAH!)
Gal see mi and she seh Mr. Rhymes tek wine, nuh matta gun inna yuh waistline (CHO!!!!)
Now yuh know seh she know di routine mi a beat dat and tek it to anodda extreme

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes (*Pharrell) (Tosh)]
A KILL DEM!!! (And one and two and three and four lick a shot more fire!!!!)
A KILL DEM!!! (And one and two and three and four lick a shot more fire!!!!)
(*Look at that muffin!) (What di bloodclaat dem a talk bout!) (*Look at that muffin!)
A KILL DEM!!! (*Look at that muffin!) (*Look at that muffin!)
(Dem a know seh we run this bloodclaat round here!)
(*Look at that muffin!) (Weh dem a really a deal wid?) (*Look at that muffin!)
A KILL DEM!!! (*Look at that muffin!) (Yuh nuh know seh a we run this bumbohole!)
(*Look at that muffin!) (YAH HEAR MI!!!!!!!!!)

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Everytime mi hear di most wickedest ting I'm still inna mi prime (True!)
Whole heap a people still inna di line watch how dem a wait fi see mi every bloodclaat time
Big batty mi must fill up dat when mi touch sound selecta must puul up dat
(BO BO BO BO BO BO BO BO!!!!!!!!) Yuh see di dancehall packed
Nuff shot fire till somebody lay dung flat
Hey! And if yuh really wanna know who a di maddest is
Mi when mi siddung and a bun nuff chalice
Now! I mon waan know dem a manage and mi dun dance till every bloodclaast vanish (HA!)
From Brooklyn way dung a Buckingham Palace bare pretty gal a par and yuh know we a di baddest
More fire bun di place wid a book a matches gal tek wuk from when mi a dig inna yuh crotches

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes (*Pharrell) (Tosh)]
A KILL DEM!!! (And one and two and three and four lick a shot more fire!!!!)
A KILL DEM!!! (And one and two and three and four lick a shot more fire!!!!)
(*Look at that muffin!) (What di bloodclaat dem a talk bout!) (*Look at that muffin!)
A KILL DEM!!! (*Look at that muffin!) (*Look at that muffin!)
(Dem a know seh we run this bloodclaat round here!)
(*Look at that muffin!) (Weh dem a really a deal wid?) (*Look at that muffin!)
A KILL DEM!!! (*Look at that muffin!) (Yuh nuh know seh a we run this bumbohole!)
(*Look at that muffin!) (YAH HEAR MI!!!!!!!!!)

 

[fox69]

"Killin' Em"
(feat. LL Cool J)

"Killin' Em"
(feat. LL Cool J)



[Hook]
You killin em baby (you know that baby)
You killin em baby (you know that baby)
You killin em baby (you know that baby)
You killin em baby (you know that baby)
You killin em baby (you know that baby)
You killin em baby (you know that baby)
You killin em baby (you know that baby)
You killin em baby (you know that baby)

[Busta Rhymes]
It’s getting warm in here; lemme roll my sleeves up
You Fettuccine Alfredo niggas is gas
I respect your effort, but I’m afraid your ass is trash
Funny but I always seem to have the last laugh
And bag a bitch with the potato bag ass
Yesterday I was quiet and made the ass glad
Today I dropped another heater and it made they ass mad
Fuckers, we have got it in a bag and in the stash
Then do the shit that make the bitches act bad
See this moment is addictive motherfucker
How I kill shit, they say, “he a vindictive motherfucker”
I see the way niggers be hating when I get in the spot
They bitches be hallucinating when I spit
Ain’t no replacement when I quit so sick
Got them singing I’m amazing when I shit
When they come and see the movie and they sit
They would come to witness it, I was the greatest in the flick

This movie has been brought to you by The Conglomerate
Uncle L, talk to ‘em!

[Hook]

[LL Cool J]
Ladies love me, I’m on my Breezy
Uncle L, future of the funk
Without my stamp on it, how this joint gonna bump?
Let them taste the vintage, they want a free lunch
I guess they don’t know we playing ourselves, Trump
Our nose in the air looking all stopped up
This is the anti-hista-green for the broke pop slut
You wanna impress me? Start manning up
Say something that sound like you piss standing up
You’re lucky I made it out, the hood’s bad enough
Get you for your Gucci, leave your face tatted up
Flash back the skunk, el producto blunt
More green behind me, the fake gold fronts
I ain’t drop a verse in like 36 months
All I see BS, y’all need to quick stunt
Damn, right, like it’s Midas when you touch
Your career’s like a hymen: once it’s gone, you’re fucked

[Hook]

[Busta Rhymes]
Now you know it’s impossible to stop me now, right?
You see I’m back to yoke up the game in a chokehold
Put you to shame like the barrel was engraved in your nose hole
You gonna bounce to the next groove: I’m back bitch
Better get to rethinking your best move
Money to get, beating the pavement, gotta go
Where passports and visas and bitches waiting in Monaco
As I return to handle my biz
You know exactly what it is

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"King Tut"
(feat. J-Doe, Reek Da Villian)

"King Tut"
(feat. J-Doe, Reek Da Villian)



[Intro]
Jahlil Beats! Holla at me!

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
They got nerve lil' nigga (HEY!) See me when I pull up to the curve lil' nigga (OWWWWW!!!!!)
My money absurd lil' nigga while I count it off please do not disturb lil' nigga
(HEYYYYY!!! THESE NIGGAS GOT IT MIXED UP!)
Watch how they bring us all them bottles of that (PINK STUFF!!!)
Look! You nigga better get your (CHIPS UP!)
You already know my style nigga (KING TUT! KING TUT!)
My money pound nigga (KING TUT!)
HUH! You could see it in my smile nigga (KING TUT!)
(OH!) My jewelry look wild nigga (KING TUT!)
(YEAH!) Who else be ridin through the town in a (RANGE TRUCK!)

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Yo Yo! See the way I takeover casinos like Dinero said
Bitch your money short watch how it fold up like a hero bread
Nigga thought he was a super friend, now the hero dead
Try to cross the shit we represent but that's a zero dread
All of this money that I be countin
And my cup a runneth over like a fuckin water fountain
Any nigga try to front, I'm a show 'em shit get ugly
Throwin bread until they jealous and they money lookin funny
Hold up!!!! And body shit that's what a monster do
See me throwin this money your bitch is like a sponsor do
Put the gloves on and beat up a nigga like I'm Kostya Tszyu
And fuck the talkin just bring me my money like a prostitute

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
They got nerve lil' nigga (HEY!) See me when I pull up to the curve lil' nigga (OWWWWW!!!!!)
My money absurd lil' nigga while I count it off please do not disturb lil' nigga
(HEYYYYY!!! THESE NIGGAS GOT IT MIXED UP!)
Watch how they bring us all them bottles of that (PINK STUFF!!!)
Look! You nigga better get your (CHIPS UP!)
You already know my style nigga (KING TUT! KING TUT!)
My money pound nigga (KING TUT!)
HUH! You could see it in my smile nigga (KING TUT!)
(OH!) My jewelry look wild nigga (KING TUT!)
(YEAH!) Who else be ridin through the town in a (RANGE TRUCK!)

[Verse 2: Reek Da Villian]
Ok I'm ridin through yo' city blowin ditties of that icky
Got yo' wifey in the passenger I'm ridin as she lick me
I get money like my cuban (Cuban) You know my bank is heavy
And I rep that 31 like Jason Terry when I'm shootin
ATM in my jeans bank sittin on my left thigh
Burn a mansion down watch it coverin my Left Eye
Girl on deck, I just split another lick
Now my trap look like black friday 12AM in front of Best Buy
Ha Ha! Sour got me all sedated
Niggas lookin at me angry what's with all the smiley faces?!
My dinero like Shapiro I see Johnny Cochran wages
I'm no lawyer but they only bring them bottles by the cases

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
They got nerve lil' nigga (HEY!) See me when I pull up to the curve lil' nigga (OWWWWW!!!!!)
My money absurd lil' nigga while I count it off please do not disturb lil' nigga
(HEYYYYY!!! THESE NIGGAS GOT IT MIXED UP!)
Watch how they bring us all them bottles of that (PINK STUFF!!!)
Look! You nigga better get your (CHIPS UP!)
You already know my style nigga (KING TUT! KING TUT!)
My money pound nigga (KING TUT!)
HUH! You could see it in my smile nigga (KING TUT!)
(OH!) My jewelry look wild nigga (KING TUT!)
(YEAH!) Who else be ridin through the town in a (RANGE TRUCK!)

[Verse 3: J-Doe]
Uh, okay now stupid-ass stacks in my pocket (yah!)
Test me, best be faster than a rocket (yah!)
I ain't got no time if it ain't about a profit (uh-uh)
If you send me my deposit, I will have yo' city rockin (OH!)
I get the hottest beats, niggas wish that they could rhyme on it (rhyme on it)
I got the hottest watch, ain't even set the time on it (time on it)
The way I'm killin niggas, it look like a crime, don't it?
I got the Light, with a little bit of lime on it
Okay, now stupid ass stacks in my pocket
Whip clean, jet ski attached to the Charger
Bitches want attention and I tell 'em try harder
Got 'em doin shit I know that's gon' be disgracin they father
O-O-Okay, le'go

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
They got nerve lil' nigga (HEY!) See me when I pull up to the curve lil' nigga (OWWWWW!!!!!)
My money absurd lil' nigga while I count it off please do not disturb lil' nigga
(HEYYYYY!!! THESE NIGGAS GOT IT MIXED UP!)
Watch how they bring us all them bottles of that (PINK STUFF!!!)
Look! You nigga better get your (CHIPS UP!)
You already know my style nigga (KING TUT! KING TUT!)
My money pound nigga (KING TUT!)
HUH! You could see it in my smile nigga (KING TUT!)
(OH!) My jewelry look wild nigga (KING TUT!)
(YEAH!) Who else be ridin through the town in a (RANGE TRUCK!)