Busta Rhymes

[fox69]

"Lay 'Em To Rest"
(feat. French Montana, Reek Da Villian, Uncle Murda)

"Lay 'Em To Rest"
(feat. French Montana, Reek Da Villian, Uncle Murda)



[Intro: Sample courtesy of "Throw Ya Gunz" by Onyx]
Take 'em out! Take 'em out! Bring 'em out dead! (DEAD!)
Shine 'em up! Shine em up! Shine the bald head! (HEAD!)
One gun! Two gun! Three gun! Four!
You're! mine! It's all about (Secret Specialist)

[Busta Rhymes (Sample courtesy of "Throw Ya Gunz" by Onyx)]
Yo! SOMEBODY CALL THE HOSPITAL NOW!!!
THERE WILL BE A COUPLE OF EMS UNITS NEEDED!!!
REEK DA VILLIAN!!! FRENCH MONTANA!!!! UNCLE MURDA!!!! BUSTA BUS!!!
Somebody ass in trouble now! (AUTOMATIC!!!!)

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes (French Montana, Reek Da Villian & Uncle Murda)]
Yes yes y'all!!!! (YES Y'ALL!!!!)
You know you niggas fuckin with the best y'all!!!! (BEST Y'ALL!!!!)
We comin for your motherfuckin chest y'all!!!! (CHEST Y'ALL!!!!)
We 'bout to lay you niggas down to rest y'all (REST Y'ALL!!!!)
Yes yes y'all!!!! (YES Y'ALL!!!!)
Yes yes y'all!!!! (YES Y'ALL!!!!)
You know you niggas fuckin with the best y'all!!!! (BEST Y'ALL!!!!)
We comin for your motherfuckin chest y'all!!!! (CHEST Y'ALL!!!!)
We 'bout to lay you niggas down to rest y'all (REST Y'ALL!!!!)
Yes yes y'all!!!! (YES!!!!) YES!!!

[Verse 1: French Montana]
HEY! Fresh up out the South Bronx nigga name Montana
All black grey bands and the black Phantom
Here is somethin that you can't understand, ain't nothin realer man
I got a saudoff, knock your motherfuckin door off
Ain't nothin realer, press record off
Me and Murda, Reek, Bus on track
Call your favorite DJ tell 'em bring it back

[Verse 2: Uncle Murda]
(YEAH! YEAH!) This so Nineteen Nineties
Before Diddy had niggas in suits that was shiney (Before Mase!)
Man! This so gangsta and gutter
If you beefin with a nigga you 'gon step to his mother (I'm just sayin miss!!!)
Huh! This so New York City
Let's start the beef back up for them killin Biggie (WE GOT YOU FRANK!!!!)
Man this make you wanna go throw the Tim's on
The beat's on, stomp a nigga to a M.O.P. song

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes (French Montana, Reek Da Villian & Uncle Murda)]
Yes yes y'all!!!! (YES Y'ALL!!!!)
You know you niggas fuckin with the best y'all!!!! (BEST Y'ALL!!!!)
We comin for your motherfuckin chest y'all!!!! (CHEST Y'ALL!!!!)
We 'bout to lay you niggas down to rest y'all (REST Y'ALL!!!!)
Yes yes y'all!!!! (YES Y'ALL!!!!)
Yes yes y'all!!!! (YES Y'ALL!!!!)
You know you niggas fuckin with the best y'all!!!! (BEST Y'ALL!!!!)
We comin for your motherfuckin chest y'all!!!! (CHEST Y'ALL!!!!)
We 'bout to lay you niggas down to rest y'all (REST Y'ALL!!!!)
Yes yes y'all!!!! (YES!!!!) YES!!!

[Verse 3: Reek Da Villian]
Aiyyo I hate your fuckin guts and I hope that you die!
Smackin any nigga talkin shit about Allah
Yeah! This that real rap BK to Bronx shit
P90 rueger with the full extended long clip
Bet a nigga let off any hammer that my palm rip
Got the loud growin in my yard on some farm shit (On some farm shit!)
Try to front on Montana, Bus and Uncle Murda?!
Get your mother hogtied and your uncle murdered!

[Verse 4: Busta Rhymes]
IIIIIIII!!!!! Don't give a fuck about shit put your guns up!!!!
Make 'em blackout I'm fuckin the clubs up!!!!
(STICK 'EM UP!!!) You gettin robbed unless you put your drugs up!
Shots flyin sound like the DJ just turned your drums up!
(WHAT'S UP!) Relax lil' nigga 'fore you get fucked up!
Or get your face swollen and unbelievably scuffed up!
You see I lock blocks and control avenues!
Spazzin on the theme music for the animals!

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes (French Montana, Reek Da Villian & Uncle Murda)]
Yes yes y'all!!!! (YES Y'ALL!!!!)
You know you niggas fuckin with the best y'all!!!! (BEST Y'ALL!!!!)
We comin for your motherfuckin chest y'all!!!! (CHEST Y'ALL!!!!)
We 'bout to lay you niggas down to rest y'all (REST Y'ALL!!!!)
Yes yes y'all!!!! (YES Y'ALL!!!!)
Yes yes y'all!!!! (YES Y'ALL!!!!)
You know you niggas fuckin with the best y'all!!!! (BEST Y'ALL!!!!)
We comin for your motherfuckin chest y'all!!!! (CHEST Y'ALL!!!!)
We 'bout to lay you niggas down to rest y'all (REST Y'ALL!!!!)
Yes yes y'all!!!! (YES!!!!) YES!!!

 

[fox69]

"Light Your Ass On Fire"
(feat. Pharrell Williams)

"Light Your Ass On Fire"
(feat. Pharrell Williams)



Clones..

[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
Whachu say your name was?
Well um, lookin real sexy right now
You and your girls, are lookin good
Look why don't y'all take off y'all jackets
What's your name baby? word? okay
Tell your friend right there this, this my man Busta

[Verse: Busta Rhymes]
Hah, I know you starving for this shit
Baby I'm feeling your hunger
I'm so clean call a nigga Felix Ungar
So what if I said it baby I'm still gon' tell ya
I hope your ass bigger than Willona and Thelma
Listen, it's Busta Rhymes bitch I ain't never fail ya
Your ass all over like paraphernalia, hmm
See the police gon jail ya
For walking around wit the kind of ass that'll kill ya now
Don't worry bout it I got money to bill ya
Shorty stacking like a mule, type of shit that'll scare ya
Headboard bang, bump the side of ya head
Watch how ya ass spread spill all off the side of the bed now, hmm
Now whachu do to the dread? baby your ass really changed
What he initially said because a nigga dead
But fuck em! cause now we vibing and talking and shit
I love to hear your ass go (ga ga goon) when you walking and shit

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
Move girl light your ass on fire - light your ass on fire
Move girl light your ass on fire - light your ass on fire
Move girl I'll light your ass on fire - I'll light your ass on fire
Move girl I'll light your ass on fire - Bitch I'll light that ass on fire
Move girl I'll light your ass on fire

[Verse: Busta Rhymes]
Bust it, baby I know you probably really
Need a table cloth to cover your ass
Digging in your pocket while you rubbing yo ass
Shit so big just put the club in yo ass
Prep the H2 park it right infront of yo ass
I see your little gap between your cunt and yo ass
And make you jump inside the whip and smoke a blunt wit yo ass
I'm saying hmm, the shit'll spread like a rash
The way they ass wiggles see I got the shit on a smash now listen
I light the L smell a wiff of the hash
And bag all the bitches, now watch you see me zip in a flash
I'm saying hmm, now I'm a put you on blast
Just like a tint window when you put your shit on the glass
Bust right through the window then it sit on the dash
And have a nigga driving wreckless till you making him crash
(Hah, c'mon) we making money and shit
Now pop your muffin while we be watching you shaking your shit

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
Welcome to hot in Hazyville
It make you wanna dance till you break your heels
I know you love the way the God make your feel
Now watch me get deeper than a Navy Seal (Navy Seal?)
It got a crazy feel, shit feel like you in a danger field
Hypnotize, stuck it in her, daze for real
That's exactly why we call this one Hazyville (Hazyville)

[Verse: Busta Rhymes]
Baby, just shake ya ass till you spread on the floor
I noticed that your ass too big for your draws
You need a - a chiropractor just to marry yo ass
To tell the truth you need a tractor just to carry yo ass
Fo reala, you motherfuckers probably think that I'm playing
All bitches love to talk and all that other shit I be saying
And going hmm, see how you putting it down
I love the way you shake it throw it around!

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

 

[fox69]

"Live it Up"

"Live it Up"


Yeah
Pick up the pace now
C'mon
Yeah
This feel like that tight shit
That make you just go get the keys to your whip
And just bounce
Bounce bounce bounce
N'ah mean
Go stop at the little spot
Get you a little bag of the lye
And just bounce bounce

Yo
Now watch a nigga tongue kiss the track like it was fried chicken
Spicy seasoning was finger licking
Everything looks grand and I feel so good today
Jewels jingling below my belly
You know we steady talk shit to them bitches when we be on the celly
Four wheelin' with a fifth of henny
See now we whippin' and we dippin' through traffic
Like we don't give a fuck
Niggas follow how we bounce in the truck
Then we whylin and we thugging a little
Yo we ain't wylin' much
A little mellow from the spark of the dutch
Down shift, throw it in the fifth gear with my foot on the clutch
Speed balling, like we all in a rush
While we switch a couple of lanes
Flick my little hazard light on
Better pull over and get on the lawn
Yo, move the barricade, and let my niggas park on the block
Make a grand entry up in the spot
You know we only here to take all of the food out the pot
It's only right cause niggas know we be taking they slack

Now let's get high, and let's get drunk
You feel that bounce, then turn it up
You light your L, and blaze it up
Get in the game, and change it up
Come in the spot, and flame it up
Let's get this dough, and live it up
Let's get this dough, and live it up
Let's get this dough, and live it up

Yeah, so amazing, we blazing and changing the bounds
Grazing y'all niggas, with something aiming to taking you out
We never resort to any measure to keep you with me
Wylin' with a sinky rinky dinky ring on pinky
Follow the simple flow that'll cripple y'all niggas
Drop the shit that'll shake and just ripple y'all niggas
What, your boom scheme, get with the new thing
Hit you and get y'all niggas, all into the new swing
Ah, tally it up, rally it up
From the streets to the alley, from the Eastern Cali and up
I'm talking dope, all of my niggas, all of my bitches
Give you something that'll split you up
And leave you with stitches
Looking pathetic, I hit y'all niggas with the kinetic
Make you respect it, and beat you in the head till you get it
Take off my jacket, hope you can match it
When the DJ go scratch up the bounce
I hope you could catch it
So what

Now let's get high, and let's get drunk
You feel that bounce, then turn it up
You light your L, and blaze it up
Get in the game, and change it up
Come in the spot, and flame it up
Let's get this dough, and live it up
Let's get this dough, and live it up
Let's get this dough, and live it up
Let's get this dough, and live it up
Now let's get high, and let's get drunk
You feel that bounce, then turn it up
You light your L, and blaze it up
Get in the game, and change it up
Come in the spot, and flame it up
Let's get this dough, and live it up
Let's get this dough, and live it up
Let's get this dough, and live it up
Let's get this dough, and live it up
Let's get this dough, and live it up
Let's get this dough, and live it up

Yeah, live it up now, yeah
You know when you got shorty in the passenger side of the whip
You bouncing from the club, step on the gas
And just bounce bounce bounce, yeah
Then shorty come with you to the nearest short stay
Get up on top of that and just
Bounce bounce bounce
That's what I'm talking about niggas, yeah
If you pushing down the Belt Parkway
The Grand Central, the Long Island Expressway
The Cross Island Expressway
Southern state, Northern state, Parkway
You know 95 South, Brooklyn Expressway, you know
However way y'all traveling
You just bounce bounce bounce
You N'ah mean
Blunts burning and all
Just keep the windows up though
Let the smoke stay in the mutherfucking ride, yeah
All my bitches in the passenger seat
Now just bounce bounce bounce, yeah

 

[fox69]

"Love-Hate"
(feat. Robin Thicke)

"Love-Hate"
(feat. Robin Thicke)



[Intro: Busta (Robin)]
I think I love ya, I think I love ya not
I think I love ya, I think I love ya not (I love you)
I think I love ya
(I can't get away from that taste, baby c'mon)
Uhh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (so right, so wrong)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (I love you, I hate you, need it like her-on)
Yeah (OOH!)

[Busta Rhymes]
Baby girl see you the one, right?
And I love the way you appreciate my son life
Revolve around me how the planets do the sun like
They compliment the god phenomenally just right
Hmm, in the beginning you was just a cutie
But I love the way your flesh and spirit manifest your beauty
Smile pretty, ass bigger than my whole jacuzzi
This my city, have a seat and let me show the movie
Hmm, but I don't like it when you try to fight
Goin through the love and hell for shit to turn right
Instead of turnin LEFT, that's when the pain stick
See I don't like it when yo' ass try to talk shit
That's when the shit's a problem, when you be actin moody
Gettin mad at little shit and hold out on the coochie
Ha, even when I see the wrong sign
Baby girl me love ya long time
Hahahaha

[Chorus: Robin Thicke (Busta)]
Baby I don't like you - I got a problem baby
Even though I love you - you got me goin crazy
Baby I don't like you - all up in my face baby
Even though I love you - I can't get away from that taste
Baby c'mon, so right, so wrong (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I love you, I hate you, need it like her-on, OOH! (yeah, yeah, yeah, YEAH)

[Busta Rhymes (Robin Thicke)]
E'ry time you step up on the scene
I love the way you shine, I love the way you gleam
I love the way you THINK, I love the way you dream
I love the way you cook, I love the way you clean
(I love you) The way you rep for me it's hard to doubt ya
I scratch my head thinkin on what else I love about ya
So many different things, sometimes you drive me crazy
But what I love the MOST, is how you love my baby
(I hate you) Hmm, but then again when you be actin psycho
I don't like when you get jealous and be actin spiteful
Emotional and over-zealous got me feelin stifled
See I don't like the way you BLACK when you be on your cycle
Hmm, I think about when you be slackin up
And you get weak, see I don't like when you be actin up
Ha, even when I see the wrong sign
Fuck it, you know me love ya long time
Hahahaha

[Chorus]

[Busta Rhymes (Robin Thicke)]
(I love you) That's why I got you on my side
(I hate you) That's when I put you out my ride
(I love you) That's why I rep you with the fullness
(You know that I hate you) Whenever you be on that bullshit
All my ladies all around the world
Hold your man down, show him how you rep to the finish
All my homies all around the world
Hold your girl down, show 'em how you rep when they with us

[Chorus 2X]

[Outro: Robin (Busta)]
(I think I love ya) I love you
I can't get away from that taste
Baby c'mon, so right, so wrong (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I love you, I hate you, need it like her-on, OOH! (yeah, yeah, yeah)
(I think I love ya) I love you
(I think I love ya not, I think I love ya)
I love you

 

[fox69]

"Make It Clap (Remix)"
(feat. Sean Paul, Spliff Star)

"Make It Clap (Remix)"
(feat. Sean Paul, Spliff Star)



[Intro: Sean Paul (Busta Rhymes)]
We make it clap, we make it clap (Huh!)
Yeah yeah yeah (Flipmode!!!) Busta Rhymes (Busta Rhymes!!!)
Sean-A-Paul (Sean Paul!!!)
One more time (Ha!!!) kill 'em with a rhyme (Huh!!!)
Remix time (remix!!!) a dutty yeah, yo, Spliff Star (Spliff!!!)
Flipmode Squad (Ha!!!) we kill 'em with a rhyme, a dutty yeah

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Cau mi seh jump up clap oonu hand and siddung get up
And mi nah wig out mek everybody flip out oonu fi carry on
To get tired I waan chillout, all a di gal a sweat out
Mek your body keep clappin on

[Sean Paul]
Flipmode a roll wid all di hottest set a gal dem inna di dance
And Dutty Cup we deyah mek di gal dem jump up and prance
Busta Rhymes and Sean-A-Paul di lyrical magician
There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands
Flipmode a roll wid all di hottest set a gal dem inna di dance
And Dutty Cup we deyah mek di gal dem jump up and prance
Busta Rhymes and Sean-A-Paul di lyrical magician
There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands, so push it up deh

[Busta Rhymes]
Back with the remix with Spliff and Sean-A-Paul on the corner
Can't believe when we do it we smack it down how we wanna
Keepin it comin keepin it goin cause we ain't playin
I'm talkin to all my people cause what I'm sayin is

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
In case you ain't know and in case you ain't heard
And if you want us to set it just give me the word
This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin them birds
To all my shorties wigglin they shakin they curves

[Sean Paul]
We make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap

[Verse 2: Spliff Star]
Poor snapper, lookin at shorty shakin it and makin it clap
Booty big pokin out like twenties on the lap
When I give it to her shorty know how to throw it back
Booty bangin to the beat sometimes we overlap-sing
Gal peel out your blouse and your tight-jeans
Let me lick you down dip you with some ice-cream
Gal holla holla my name when I slide-in
Thunderstorm, rain, sleet and light-ning
Hold me tight feel the triniman grin-ding and grin-ding and grin-ding
Gal dip and bounce start whin-ning
You see Spliff, Sean Paul and Busta Rhymes, seen
([Busta Rhymes:] We got dough) You could tell by what we dri-ving
([Busta Rhymes:] Lookin at the jewels) How it's different and blin-ding
And blin-ding and blin-ding it's like that make it clap now

[Chorus]

[Sean Paul]
We make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap

[Bridge: Sean Paul]
Flipmode a roll wid all di hottest set a gal dem inna di dance
And Dutty Cup we deyah mek di gal dem jump up and prance
Busta Rhymes and Sean-A-Paul di lyrical magician
There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands
Flipmode a roll wid all di hottest set a gal dem inna di dance
And Dutty Cup we deyah mek di gal dem jump up and prance
Busta Rhymes and Sean-A-Paul di lyrical magician
There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands

[Verse 3: Sean Paul]
We make it clap deh, keep it a clap gal wiggle yuh body
Mi waan fi see all a di style weh yuh a pack deh
Listen di lyrics a weh mi dun mi all a chat seh
Rotate yuh body then non stop like apache
Dawn and Karyn or Angie and Patsy
Inna di videolight just like a big sunday matinee
Nuff fi gimme di light mi blow di smoke like apache
Mashin up di dance and mi flatten it, we make it clap

[Busta Rhymes]
Who a call me the abominal snowman
Put it down make 'em say it's such a phenominal show man
Unbelievable how you be stackin the dough man
When we rollin a thousand headcracks in a row man
The way we start the show and how we constantly flow man
Regular paper comin watch me properly blow man
Come on keepin it comin keepin it goin cause we ain't playin
I'm talkin to all of my people because what I'm sayin is

[Chorus]

[Sean Paul]
We make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap

[Outro: Sean Paul]
We make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap

 

[fox69]

"Make It Hurt"

"Make It Hurt"


We gon' change things
Yea, Genesis niggaz
We gotta introduce y'all to the motherfuckin new millenium bounce
Yea, two-thousand and one hot shit hot shit c'mon
All my niggaz in the place, all my bitches in the place
C'mon, c'mon, let's get to it
Let's get to it, let's get to it
All my niggaz and my bitches let's get to it
New milleni-nigga bounce, new millenium bounce
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon

[Verse One]
Aiyyo it's colder than a muh'fucka, who just let the hawk in?
Nigga guess who just walked in?
Lynch, most (?) makes them other niggaz sit upon the bench broke
Then I step up in a trenchcoat nigga
Got no time to be fuckin with them wonderama niggaz
Let me loosen up your bra-strap mama nigga
LISTEN UP! Look how we be rippin up and got the party pickin up
and got you niggaz spittin up SHIT
No pain, nigga never no gain, nigga no strain
O.D. into my cocaine music
Spit that venom; pretty thick bitches walk by
If you let 'em pussy printin through they denim
Take her for a ride 'round the block, let her enjoy the whip
Drop her off, let her walk the strip
Ain't it funny how nature work?
Make bitches wanna bounce on a nigga 'til they make it hurt, c'mon

[Chorus]
Shake yo' shit until you make it hurt
Throw yo' pussy 'til you make it hurt
Pop that shit until you make it hurt
Bounce 'til you really wanna make it hurt
Now bang yo' head until you make it hurt
C'mon, stomp yo' feet until we make it hurt
Pound that shit until we make it hurt
Until we make it hurt, now let's make it hurt

[Verse Two]
Are we ever gonna stop nigga? HECK NO!
Shit now let me rip the muh'fucka from the get-go, nigga
Let go 'fore you make a nigga wanna let the tec blow
Bitches dancin like a stepshow, nigga
Violate nigga, you gets no love, ghetto
Only give a nigga show love ditto
Your clique too little, fuck givin niggaz a riddle
Fuck around I turn your wife into a widow
Nitro nigga, make you wanna wild on the floor
like a bunch of little psycho niggaz
Presto, shit we got a expo of bitches in here
Whylin like a bunch of lesbo bitches
The best show of bitches, so electro bitches, c'mon
Get on your mark, get ready set go bitches
Then we go and add a little propane to it
Then we send another whole flame through it
Clear everything in my path, before I split you in half
You wack nigga, better get you a staff
The freak bitches try to hit me with math
Brushin off wack niggaz while them same bitches givin me ass, yo
Now let me give you more hot shit, just for the record
and make bitches wanna get ass-naked, c'mon
Party 'til you wanna lash out
Better yet, y'all niggaz party 'til you motherfuckin pass out!

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
C'mon! Throw yo' hands up high y'all
Light yo' L, get high y'all
Shit you can't deny y'all
Don't lie y'all, don't try y'all
All my niggaz inside y'all
C'mon, let's start that shit y'all
C'mon, and you know we won't quit
Then bang niggaz with hit after hit y'all, c'mon
In the meantime nigga just pass me the Henny, c'mon
Little Cris' and a bottle of the Remi
Write a bit and STILL sortin it out
Flipmode up in this muh'fucka nigga, whatchu talkin about?
Hold up - a lot of people ain't compatible nigga
They be buggin on how a nigga spend capital nigga
Ain't it funny how nature work?
Hot shit'll make 'em bounce 'til she really wanna make it hurt, c'mon

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

 

[fox69]

"Make It Look Easy"
(feat. Gucci Mane)

"Make It Look Easy"
(feat. Gucci Mane)



[Hook x2: Gucci Mane]
I make it look easy
All my real "get money ballas" stand up
Cause all my real "get money" ballas stand up
Get money money money money
Easy

[Verse 1]
They know me as the king of the shine
It's Busta Buss, bitch, they call me stimulus rhymes
Familiar with women I got you curious times two
Delirious with bread, so serious with the mind, boo
Conspicuous, you might wanna take a flick of this wine, you
I'm sick with this, think you really wanna get with the swine flu?
Ridiculous, with such a meticulous grind (ooh)
Ventriloquist, the way niggas will spit when I rhyme too
Sometimes it's hard to believe me, the way I
Come with them classics and make it look easy and then I
Make me this money and spend it so freely and Jedi
Corner the market, that's when I

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2]
Know what this custom Louis just cost me?
Well if you did, you'd probably get your fucking hand off me
It's Damier leather chocolate darker than coffee
Staring at the space shuttle, when I pull up or pull off, see
Shawty be probably be pushing and answer me softly
She love the fact that I rep everything that a boss be
The type of boss she should get to know, and never should cross me
That make certain shit happen, I don't really think you should force me
All the way from the start to the finish, my friend I
Be getting it popping from the spark 'til they timid, can I
Make it look easier than fighting a midget, red eye
Off of that kush nigga, then I

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
Tostido make my diamonds, I'mma go and have some sides
Busta rhyming, rocking custom diamonds
I'm blinding, shit to me is easy grinding
Even if I was signed, ain't no need to sign me
Entirely, too turnt up my mind is
Focused on money like the IRS is
I pull up in a scratched Lexus with Texas
Tags, so many bricks I cause erections
Lethal injection, electric necklace
(Bling) flexing so check that off the checklist
I'm hungry, I'm eating rappers for breakfast
Respect, one verse will leave you breathless
I'm rapping on a Biggie beat, they didn't expect it
Fucking with me, expect the unexpected
Easy, breezy, cover like make-up
I break up the make up, I wait and cook cakes up

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"Make Noise"
(feat. Lenny Kravitz)

"Make Noise"
(feat. Lenny Kravitz)



Hoo, hah, hoo, hah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Rock star shit niggas
From the street, to the stadium
From the street, to the stadium
From the street, to the stadium niggas
Now c'mon!

[Verse 1]
Bouncing, everytime I be hittin y'all niggas with shit
That be makin y'all niggas really wanna black up in the fucking spot
We keepin hot for my niggas fresh up off the block
Now all my people bust a shot BLOW, BLOW, BLOW!
Bus a Bus is back all in your face and I'm back to replace
And lace y'all niggas with shit that'll totally erase
These other corny niggas up outta your head
As far as I'm concerned none of them niggas can fuck with the dreds
WHAT, WHAT, WHAT!
Yeah, yeah, I be keepin it movin, and be keepin it groovin
Rep for my niggas by showin and provin
That we the illest when it comes to this here
Now go get the drinks, go get the blunts, and get the fire
What you say? YEAH, YEAH, YEAH!
What the fuck is bounce up in your truck when you start to conduct
Yourself in a way that be makin you wanna fuck
Wild out in the spot, and get to actin like savages
Tell the one who manages the spot, I got the damages
HO, HO!

[CHORUS 2X:]
I know y'all niggas want it (I know y'all bitches want it)
WHAT
I know y'all really need it
HO
The shit to keep you bouncin
WHAT
To keep the party heated
Make Noise, Make Noise, Make Noise, Make Noise, c'mon!

[Verse 2]
Busta Rhymes givin it to y'all niggas so check me out
While I pick up my crew and pick up Rah Digga
I'm talkin 'bout how we be puttin it down wit my Flipmode familia
That's a fact we comin through, so step back
MOVE, MOVE, MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!
Get the fuck up off of me and please release me from my shackle
Watch me and my crew and how we tacklin corner the market
Y'all niggas know exactly how we about to spark it
Makin all of you the target, BLAU, BLAU, BLAU!!
See how we be keepin it comin regardless whatever the reason
It never matters whatever the season
Now peep how we wildin', and breezin on through
When you know that we will keep it together whatever, get the cheddar
YEAH, YEAH, YEAH!!
Yeah now, lemme continue to talk to my people and continue
To blow the roof off the building and right before we get to
Wreckin the spot everybody climb up on something and tear the lights
Up off of the ceiling, BO, BO, BO, BO!!

[CHORUS 2X]

Hoo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ha, Busta Rhymes, Lenny Kravitz, Make Noise now, c'mon!
From the streets, to the stadium, Busta Rhymes, Lenny Kravitz
Here we go now, Make Noise now, everybody now, c'mon!
Ha!

[Verse 3]
How's about to keep it kinda raw and just give it to motherfuckers
And how we smash it and cash it we rip it from motherfuckers
You know we got it, you niggas know we rockin
And get all up in your pocket, YO, YO, YO!!
Yeah, yeah me and brother named Lenny Kravitz
We tearin it down and blowin the spot in the Jacob Javitz
However you wanna do it grab the gas and the matches and start the fire
Take it up a little higher! YEAH, YEAH, YEAH!!

[CHORUS 2X]

 

[fox69]

"Match The Name With The Voice"

"Match The Name With The Voice"


[Busta Rhymes Talking]
Greatness, yeah, yeah
Aiiyo, turn the beat up a little bit louder
Truck Volume

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We bout to play a lil' game, match the name with the voice
So when you pick your favorite emcee you makin' the right choice
SO WHO ARE YOU?

[Baby Sham]
Baby Sham, I'm known for the crud
First night pops off with a couple of slugs

[Busta Rhymes]
AND HOW YOU DOIN'?

[Baby Shaman]
You see what I'm workin' wit, it's beyond rap
Stick to the fact, that chapped lips get convexed
Palm that, look where the arm's at, nigga need to launch that
Now tell me what the problem be, is that I'm scorching dem
To flood these streets, hot not partially, cock back the toast
Put your heart for free, so what it feels like to hear me crushin' a beat

[Busta Rhymes]
SO WHO ARE YOU?

[Rah Digga]
The illest broad Digga, reppin' Brick City
If I'm lying may the Lord come strike my left tittie

[Busta Rhymes]
AND HOW YOU DOIN'?

[Rah Digga]
Undisputed metaphor rap queen, always cookin' up some shit
Like mom's a crack fiend, so what's the word
Strike a nerve when I'm speakin'
Any emcee whether black or white, or Puertorriquen
I'm the big dog, you just a cat stuck in a tree
Not one of y'all cocksuckers fuckin' wit me

[Hook (Busta Rhymes)]
SO WHO ARE WE? (Flipmode)
Got you gaspin' for air, hot shit muthafuckas
Throw your hands in the air
WATCH HOW WE DO IT
How we rep and yo we solemnly swear
To put it down until it's over and our time is up here
SO WHO ARE YOU?

[Rampage]
Rampage, new tenant, pack big still
Fuck what ya heard, I'm ready to kill

[Busta Rhymes]
AND HOW YOU DOIN'?

[Rampage]
Day criminal, street thug material
Flipmode Imperial, top breakin' officer
Fuck around we warnin' ya, 21 gun salute
6 official conrads, ain't afraid to shoot
Niggas see us, we got them shakin' in they boots
Flipmode, the streets, bigger than Bayroots

[Busta Rhymes]
SO WHO ARE YOU?

[Spliff Starr]
Yeah, Spliff Starr, cunt-crusher, gun-busta
Hard-to-toucha, one bad muthafucka

[Busta Rhymes]
AND HOW YOU DOIN'?

[Spliff Starr]
Gangsta bitch, deadly like cancerous
I bring it where your parents live, show you what your status is
Steam-boil your cabbages, I can't take y'all nigaz faggotness
You about to die, show him where his casket is
You wanted beans, I had your hood under siege
Guns get squeezed, and bullets hit your knees

[Busta Rhymes]
SO WHO ARE YOU?
Bus-A-Bus now, somethin' fo' sho'
Keep 'em whilin' till somebody's left a leak on the flo'
AND HOW YOU DOIN'?
We've been awaitin' the God, to make an undernovel entry
Controllin' everything in the yard
Rugged like General Custard it seems
How we crush grapefruit, niggaz, and make a mustard out of your team
You know we hotter than the 4th of July
So sit back and watch the fireworks show light up my name the sky

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Movie"
(feat. J-Doe)

"Movie"
(feat. J-Doe)



[Chorus: J-Doe]
I do it like a movie, my life is a movie
All my dreams are stacked up, all my belts is Gucci
Motion picture swag hoe, my fifth playin like a smoothie
I do it like a movie cause my life is a movie
My life is a movie, my life is a movie
All my dreams are stacked up, all my belts is Gucci
Motion picture swag hoe, my fifth playin like a smoothie
My life is a movie, my life is a movie

[Busta Rhymes]
My life is a movie, chill just a little bit, damn hoe
Sorry little homie you's a has-been, played out nigga, Has-bro
Bitch I'm Marlon Brando, y'all niggaz sweeter than a mango
Y'all corny niggaz always talk y'all shit, but y'all only remind me of an asshole
Baby girl get up on the damn pole, and tell your friend hatin is for losers
Drop your nigga off in a manhole, you love the way I'm on my George Lucas?
Bone chillin 'til a nigga kill nerves, y'all know I spit scriptures
When I talk I make a nigga feel words, 3-D motion picture
Took shorty back to the crib she bought, couldn't even find a description
Ballroom-sized livin room bitch, life's yo' science fiction
Movie premiere showtime, y'all niggaz know the way we move in
All day every day red carpets, focus your lens, zoom in!

[Chorus]

[J-Doe]
Yo, watch me, J-Doe, uhh, yeah
Okay now my life is a movie, all real with no filter
My girl got on real fur, bitch I think I'm Spielberg
More like a documentary, cause ain't no movie, this real
Flow sick and get can't well, bitch I think I'm Denzel
Get them hands in the air when I shut down the show, hop off the stage then I get it and go
Not one of these niggaz can fuck with my flow, I'm hot as the sun, you as cold as the snow
Bad bitch in my room that's action, I hug her to comin attraction
And they gon' keep goin 'til I yell cut, if you didn't know muh'fucker what

[Chorus]

[Busta Rhymes]
My life is a movie, limited Givenchy ostrich
Landlord, godfather of it, bitch you know what a boss is
Better get your hands up off this, suffocate your shine, vacuum
And while most niggaz still wan' hate, I'm diggin in they bitch in the bathroom
Okay slime, I tell 'em every time, y'all already know what the flash do
When the diamond gleam and the mirror flick up on it, blindin e'rything when I pass through
Do you really know what the cost is? Buggin when you take a look at all this
Don't know to count money, I just look up in them contracts and million dollar deals in the office

[Chorus]