Busta Rhymes

[fox69]

"Rhymes Galore"

"Rhymes Galore"


Rhymes galore [7x]
This is for the motherfuckers out there on some real hiphop shit.

Ya'll, ya'll, ya'll
Mayday mayday, mayday mayday
Walk bared foot all day like kunta kinte
So what you say
What is you doin you walkin this way
I burn you like I'm smokin a jalis with helta censa
I be design fashion like Marvin Kanhan
Yes I keep it slamin shit just be bangin just like a loose canon, blow
You better park, niggas are spark, niggas like sharp
niggas a stay up ripen shit a part, niggas float over water like Noa's ark
niggas cover your face and don't get caught up in the scene when nigga dark
Eh, excuse me misses
Sure ta hit you with the fitness
Give you niggas the sickest jumpin johva witness
Beamin in on niggas plotin and skimin
And steady dreamin on how niggas do they double teamin
Fuck the bullshit
My nigga it be best shit on by day before you get secret indidit
Make me slap a nigga lop sided
Hold up son listen
It be so beautiful when we catch you like a nigga so there's to much
pharmasuitable
Come and get it quick
When Busta Rhymes be up in the place
Does who don't like go get the dick I give you a taste
A yo you need just focus on my earth trembalin
Rhymes that ya'll be feel-e-in by the million
Fucka your opin-e-ion
Dominatin like Kings Dominion
Leanin on niggas like we on motorcycles pop a wheel-e and
A yo number one Roman numeral completing the exscutanal shit is usual
I ain't scared of ya
Takin all of ya powafenalia
That's my words on misses Mahelia
Hope you know your best bet
Just to get the fuck out of my area
Before I rip you from myintrea
And hope you know you got to keep a corny nigga smothered grab the gat
off the covet you never know when shit is safe so keep your face covered
While I be scorchin it
A lot of niggas be lookin for alternates
They still just lose their life that's so unfortunate
Trail blazin me since my mother started raisin me
Hit you with the powerful shit that sometimes amazes me
I create junkies just like 12 monkeys
Spreadin right threw out your block
Catchin suspects who thinkin they so lucky
Violen clear for those who cannot properly hear
Frequency so loud shatter a couple a pair of your chandler
Now when I'm in the place give me space
Nothin left for me to do my niggas blew up the place
What the fuck, ha ha
I got rhymes galore
Rhymes galore, ya'll I got rhymes galore, rhymes galore
My Flipmode niggas got rhymes galore, rhymes galore
Busta Rhymes got rhymes galore, rhymes galore
A yo yo I got rhymes galore, yo we got rhymes galore
Rhymes galore, rhymes galore, rhymes galore, rhymes galore
Me and my squad got rhymes galore
Fuck that

 

[fox69]

"Scenario"

"Scenario"


[Chorus: Tribe and L.O.N.S.]

Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what so what so what's the scenario
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what so what so what's the scenario

[Verse One: Phife Dawg]

Aiyyo Bo knows this (what?) and Bo knows that (what?)
But Bo don't know jack, cause Bo can't rap
Well whaddya know, the Di-Dawg, is first up to bat
No batteries included, and no strings attached
No holds barred, no time for move fakin
Gots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon
Brothers front, they say the Tribe can't flow
But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe so
Sleep if you want, like we'll help you get your Z's troop
But here's the real scoop
I'm all that and then some, short dark and handsome
Bust a nut inside your eye, to show you where I come from
I'm vexed, fumin, I've had it up to here
My days of payin dues are over, acknowledge me as in there (YEAH)
Head for the border, go get a taco
I'll be wreckin from the jump street, meaning from the get-go
Sit back relax and let yourself go
Don't sweat what you heard, but act like you know

[Verse Two: Charlie Brown]

Yes yes y'all (yes y'all!)
who got the vibe it's the Tribe y'all (Tribe y'all!)
real live y'all (live y'all!)
Inside outside come around... (who's that??) Browwwwwwwwn
Some may, I say, call me Charlie
The word is the herb and I'm deep like Bob Marley
Layback on the payback, [evolve rotate the gates?] CONTACT!
Can I get a hit? (HIT!)
Boom bip with a brother named Tip and we're ready to flip
East coast stompin, rippin and rompin
New York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton
Checka-checka-check it out!
The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce
And wow how now wow how now Brown cow
We're ill till the skill gets down
For the flex, next, it's the textbook old to the new
but the rest are doo-doo
From radio, to the video, to Arsenio
Tell me! Yo, what's the scenario

[Verse Three: Dinco D]

(True blue!) Scooby Doo, whoopie doo
Scenario's ready yo, rates more than four
Scores for the snores that's lovin dancefloors
Now I go for mine, [shades of G sure?]
Ship-shape plus Grape Apes to play tapes
Papes make grapes great for the waist
I'm an L-AH, an E-ADER, simply just a leader
Bass in his face means peace see ya later
Later? (LATER!) Later alligator
Pop blows the weasel and my Earth the inflater
So yo the D what the O, incorporated I-N-C into a flow
Funk flipped flat back first this foul fight fight fight
Laugh yo how's that sound (ohhhhhh!)

[Verse Four: Q-Tip, Busta Rhymes]

It's the leader Quest vision and we got the goods here (here!)
Never on the left cause my right's my good ear (ear!)
I could give a damn about a ill subliminal
Stay away from crime cause I ain't no CRIMINAL
I love my young nation, groovy sensation
No time for hibernation, only elation
Don't ever try to test, yo whattup little kid?
Yo Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell him what I did

I heard you rushed and rushed, AND ATTACKED
Then baby puked then you had TO SMACK
Causin rambunction, throughout the sphere
Raise the levels of the boom, inside the ear

You know I did it
So don't violate or you get violated
The hip-hop sound is well agitated
Won't ever waste no time on the played out ego
So here's Busta Rhymes with the, Scenario

[Verse Five: Busta Rhymes]

Watch, as I combine all the juice from the mind
Heel up, reel up, bring it back, come rewind
Powerful impact BOOM! from the cannon
Not braggin, try to read my mind just imagine
Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary
When diggin into my library
Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!
Eating ayea toadstool like the one Peter Tosh-a
Uh, uh uhh, alone with the track man
Uh, pardon me, uhh, as I come back
As I did it yo I heard you beg your pardon
When I travel to the Sun I roll with the squadron
RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW like a dungeon dragon
Change your little drawers cause your pants are saggin
Try to step to this, I will, fits you in a turban
And had you smellin right, like some old stale urine
Checkady-choco, the chocolate chicken
The rear cock diesel, for chicks they were kickin
Yo, bustin out before the Busta bust a nut the rhyme
the rhythm is in sync (UHH!) the rhymes are on time (TIME!)
Rippin up this dance just like a radio
Observe the vibe and check out the scenario!!
[chorus starts] Yeah, my man motherfucker!

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Scenario (7 Mc's Mix)"
(feat. Kid Hood & Leaders of the New School)

"Scenario (7 Mc's Mix)"
(feat. Kid Hood & Leaders of the New School)



[Busta Rhymes:]
Here in 1992 we present
The fabulous What's The Scenario remix
Whereas there are seven MC's
Six which are in physical form and one which is in spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh... HOOD!

[Kid Hood:]
Check the vibe, walk that ass or get got
F it (shit) I lick buckshots
Hood, madman, I rip up stages
Lay down your wages, I'm wild like Larry Davis
Extra, extra, pick up a clip
I'll tear ass out the frame (Ha!) and grab my dick (Ohh!)
I'm a Rock'Em Sock'Em robot kid, I drop bombs
I'm rugged and deadly, so I shit on the petty
I baseball bat a bastard, I'm bad news
I'm crazy and clever, cut throats of crews
Death on the phono, my skills are porno
You say "oh no," you bitch ass homo
I bag up waste, electrifyin', I'm prime-time
I slaughter a slime, I'm the greatest of all time
Sick ass brother, nasty ass nigga
Pump slugs in your face, and dump that ass in the river
Two tears in a bucket, fuck it, kick the can
(Say what, say what?) I'm a bad, bad man

[Phife Dawg:]
Quick is how I flip from the tip of the lip
Punchin' out hits like Gladys Knight and the Pips
The five-foot assassin has just raided your area
Your booty rhymes are wack and that's the reason I ain't hearin ya
(So!) Roll out the red carpet cause I'm kickin' this
Vanilla Ice platinum? That shit's ridiculous
Excuse my French, but profanity is all I knew
And to you other sellouts, oh yeah, F you too
And let it be known, I'm not the one to step to
You're better off calling D-Nice to your rescue
Freestyle fanatic, probably the best around
As for corny MCs, like Chuck D, I shut 'em down
The Artical Don of hip-hop and I won't stop
The five-foot assassin has come to wreck 'nuff shop
So do like Michael Jackson and "Remember the Time" (Do you remember?)
Put on your dancin' shoes or somethin cause you sure can't rhyme

[Cut Monitor Milo:]
(Big up, big up!) Enter new identity
Next to say something cause you pass it to me
What does it take to check a technique?
(Many styles, many styles!)
Hostile heat, brings bursts of energy
Milo in De Dance is the new identity
One two mic check, select for the ruffneck sect
Ten to one that I come (Correct!)
In my cyphers on blocks, I bring box to connect with knots
So I can grow dreadlocks
Maintain the rock (Don't stop the rock)
Maintain the rock (Don't stop the rock)
Kicking right inna your what's it not
I could rock longer but fair is fair
So C. Brown are we in the clear? (Yeahhh!)
C. Brown are we in the clear? (Yeahhh!)

[Charlie Brown:]
Makin moves y'all (Moves y'all!) On and on and on
(Check it, check it out!!) To the break of, break of dawn
(Who's that?!) just one of the L.O.N.S
And a Tribe Called Quest (East coast) to West
Remix mad kick, more than Metallica
To all MCs fall like the Battlestar Galactica
Stampin', stompin', rompin' Compton
(People all over the world!) I'm promptin (Style!)
Pick a style, any style, Strong Isle
Representation, sensationalization
"Scenario" for the radio, 'BLS and KISS, so
(Here we go yo!) Yeah
Force, Main Source LP on the rise
In living color we'll see seen through original eyes
And I'm out like shout, Ooh Ahh, Ooh Ahh
(Ooh ahh, ooh ahh!) There it is baby pah

[Dinco D:]
Flying in on a limb, slim trim, D I am
There I am (There I am!) Don't run from a grim
Sight we be right, be polite for my mics
Like I'm like (See sick, see syke)
And slip away, and off to the Poconos
Spot picked the clothes, hype swing the pretty pose
Yamaha (Ay-Ha May!)
Let's split the funk, now it all spells (Hey!)
Enough enough, Ms. Fitted I'm with it
If I did it, I was blitted, and probably shouldn't have quit it
Cause yo, my vocal status at Knight's like the Gladys
Bed rest, spread test, and yo I'm like the maddest
Male, not female, hail from Uniondale
Bounce the b-ball cause beats are being yelled
In the hallways always ringing with a (Ho!)
This one two times nine on the Scenario

[Q-Tip:]
Check it out everybody, rhymes and mics
Black Benz gettin looped (Doin' what they like!)
Eight black brothers in the public eye
If you listen very close, I will tell you why
(Hood!) Phife, Milo, Dinco and C. Brown
Shaheed, myself, and Busta Bust Down
Will commence to rock (Rock!) So bring on the flocks (Flock!)
In-terrogation for the knockin of the box
The boom-box ruler, controls the medulla
None come cooler, I win like Shula
So bust out the moves as you start to pursue her
Intensified mind, nine-blunt consumer
Tip will come booty (Well it's only a rumor!)
The meanin' so deep that it starts brain tumors (Tumors!)
Peace to Hood baby from the midnight crooner
Smoke 'em up later, if not then sooner

[Busta Rhymes:]
Hey what we gon do (Dooo) in '92
Even though we had fun (Fuuun) in '91
Wonderful my days, herb dream comin' down
Ponna ponna new sound, leavin' cracks in the ground
What's goin on my man? (Goddamn!) And now my brain is hurtin'
Listen up, Busta, rhythm will hit 'em then I get 'em
Rip on 'em, shit on 'em, hit on 'em, then I will sit on 'em
Open up your mouth if you want the food
To get rude, Flipmode, cause I'm in the mood
Ah-heh, ah-heh! Yeah man, that's how it goes
Body drippin with blood comin out your nose
Give me a Band-Aid, what are you askin for?
(More!) Only your sacred and pure
Adverse, Zig-Zag, check it and the Busta new rap
Rap, Busta Rhymes, or bust this wicked rhymes
Yeah y'all in '92, I'm packin my roach spray (Anyway!)
Ding-A-Ling, Tribe Called Quest, Leaders of the New School
Mad brother when stealthy RRRAAAOW RRAOW RRAOW!
To my dragon, baby, stop whinin' I see my influence still shinin'
More crazy in '92, uh oh, time to go, yo
That's the Scenario!

 

[fox69]

"Shaheem Reid Speaks (Skit)"
(feat. Shaheem Reid)

"Shaheem Reid Speaks (Skit)"
(feat. Shaheem Reid)



[Shaheem Reid:]
Yo what's going, this is Shaheem Reid
It's been an honor and a privilege to help bring you
Another Catastrophic mixtape, Catastrophic: Part 2
Another classic from the Conglomerate

And um, we got y'all man
You don't even gotta wait a long time
It's only gonna be a matter of a few weeks

O.T. Genasis is coming with that "Alarm" mixtape

J-Doe, he's dropping that "Her Name was Diamond" mixtape

And the general of the whole squad, Busta Rhymes, I ain't even gonna tell you what he got coming
It's something classic, just calm down
You hear that beat in the background
Calm down, the Conglomerate got y'all from the summer for next year, everything number of classic records, man

And speaking of classic records, I know you done heard the most monumental moment of the year
Two legends, two gladiators, coming together on one track
Busta Rhymes featuring Eminem: Calm Down
The record that everybody's talking about, available now, everywhere

Conglomerate, the label, the movement

 

[fox69]

"Shaheem Reid Speaks (Skit)"
(feat. Shaheem Reid)

"Shaheem Reid Speaks (Skit)"
(feat. Shaheem Reid)



We interrupt our program to bring you this important message

[Shaheem Reid:]
This is Shaheem Reid
I know you out there vibing to these vintage classics that we playing on this mixtape
But we just wanna take a moment, and give you some of the new classics
"Pardon My Ways," Busta Rhymes, produced by Q-Tip
Off the ELE 2 album, 2014

 

[fox69]

"Shawty Go"
(feat. Wiz Khalifa)

"Shawty Go"
(feat. Wiz Khalifa)



[Wiz Khalifa:]
I'm high as fuck and I'm gone on one

[Wiz Khalifa & Busta Rhymes:]
I'm high as fuck and I'm gone on one
On second cup and I'm blowin' on one
Table full of bads, so I throw more ones
Sit back and I watch that as go dumb
Throwin money in the air like shawty go
Throwin money in the air like shawty go
Throwin money in the air like shawty go
Throwin money in the air like shawty go
(Turn up
Turn up
Turn up
Turn up
Turn up)
Throwin money in the air like shawty go
(Turn up
Turn up
Turn up
Turn up
Turn up)
Throwin money in the air like shawty go

[Busta Rhymes:]
And in case you ain't knowing little nigga we back in here, here
So much diamonds on a nigga now I'm lookin' like a chandelier
And I see your ho looking, tell your bitch come here, here
Fuck niggas they be trying to compete when they can't compere
Ballin, throwing that money like AND1
Yall niggas is starving looking at a nigga like damn son
[?] bossin'
Briefcase of money in the phantom
Yeah we do this shit often
Bang niggas with another anthem

[Wiz Khalifa & Busta Rhymes:]
I'm high as fuck and I'm gone on one
On second cup and I'm blowin' on one
Table full of bads, so I throw more ones
Sit back and I watch that as go dumb
Throwin money in the air like shawty go
Throwin money in the air like shawty go
Throwin money in the air like shawty go
Throwin money in the air like shawty go
(Turn up
Turn up
Turn up
Turn up
Turn up)
Throwin money in the air like shawty go
(Turn up
Turn up
Turn up
Turn up
Turn up)
Throwin money in the air like shawty go

[Busta Rhymes:]
Got so much money, make a broke nigga disappear, ...pere
Live niggas to the front
Bitch niggas need to step to the rear, rear
Well its the god in this bitch and I'm so sincere, ...cere
And the way I take a niggas shine, sorry, it's so unfere, ...fere
WARNING, See the way the bitches catch a tantrum
Money spilling and I'm pouring
Turn Up niggas know the action
See the way a nigga scoring
A lotta money lef' up in the mansion
Come back to the crib
Cause I snow blow'a money
And I do it with a passion

[Wiz Khalifa & Busta Rhymes:]
I'm high as fuck and I'm gone on one
On second cup and I'm blowin' on one
Table full of bads, so I throw more ones
Sit back and I watch that as go dumb
Throwin money in the air like shawty go
Throwin money in the air like shawty go
Throwin money in the air like shawty go
Throwin money in the air like shawty go
(Turn up
Turn up
Turn up
Turn up
Turn up)
Throwin money in the air like shawty go
(Turn up
Turn up
Turn up
Turn up
Turn up)
Throwin money in the air like shawty go

 

[fox69]

"Shoot For The Moon"

"Shoot For The Moon"


[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
As we go way beyond sky's the limit, and you know who we are
We shootin for the moon and land on the starrrrrrrrrrrrrs
Let us land on the stars, let us land on the stars
Let us land on the stars
We 'bout to do it real big like outta this world and we takin it far
Shootin for the moon and land on the starrrrrrrrrrrrrs
Let us land on the stars, let us land on the stars
Let us land on the stars, let us

[Busta Rhymes]
Now don't you think this shit's outrageous?
At this point if you don't see I'm one of the greatest
I play the long time up in the league with the majors
In every history book they add a couple more pages
Like - about the way I take 'em through stages
On different levels, peep the way it read on the gauges
Regardless I'ma love 'em, I don't care how they hate us
No matter how they try, see they could never replace us
Like - mommy always said beware of the dangers
Embrace genuine love, be careful of strangers
Cause when you are the best they try to weaken and change us
They don't recognize at first but always do when you're famous
Like - I live my life bold and courageous
And invest my time and always calculatin my wages
And let me lead the march, they'll probably start to parade us
Because you know that I'm comin to SAVE US

[Chorus]

[Busta Rhymes]
I spread my wings takin off properly
I laugh at muh'fuckers that'll think they can top me
I laugh harder cause somebody said that they dropped me
When I'm flyin through the sky now how the hell they gon' stop me
Like - most of the time it's good to be patient
Now I'm back with the crack, sorry for keepin you waitin
Prepare the food right for the street and season the steak and
grab a champagne glass and put it up, we celebratin
Like - and tell me who you tryin to race with (who?)
If you ain't notice nigga I be ridin a spaceship
I'm light years ahead and way beyond all the fake shit
I gotta stay away from trash because I probably'll break shit
Like - I know it's kinda hard to believe this (why?)
The way I always come back and return with the heat bitch
This shit ain't a secret, son it's hard to defeat this
Risin out the ashes, flyin like a PHOENIX

[Chorus]

[Busta Rhymes]
See now you see I'm back in the zone, B
And it feels good to be home with Sylvia Rhone see
Back to smash on the planet, niggaz know I'm the only
one to be back with the authentic to smash all the phonies
Like - we mostly do the thing that you can't teach
And then send 'em a rhyme into that bullshit you can't reach
Then I give you shit that make the hood wanna bang in the street
And state my word is bond, I live out what I SPEAK nigga!

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Shorty (Put It On The Floor)"
(feat. Nick Cannon, Chingy, Fat Joe)

"Shorty (Put It On The Floor)"
(feat. Nick Cannon, Chingy, Fat Joe)



[Intro]
New York, Put it on the flo’.
New York, Put it on the flo’. (What!) (C’mon)
Cali, Put it on the flo’.
Cali, Put it on the flo’.
Miami, Put it on the flo’.
Miami, Put it on the flo’.
Atlanta, Put it on the flo’.
Atlanta, Put it on the flo’.

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
One time, the women start sniffin around, when we be rippin’ it down, we got ‘em stickin’ around.
The way they love to feel like I’m the king of the town.
The way my money stack steep and got ‘em flippin’ around.
And got ‘em makin’ a sound.
Ayo, you looking delicious. Baby girl, I only use my dough for coochie or chicken.
Listen, cooked food. Shorty fatten my tummy. You can go in and have my slice, don’t touch my money.
Even though you looking good and it was nice to meet ya, you be lucky if you even get a slice of pizza from me.
Before you ever try to touch my money clip, I’ll put you on the corner walking up and down the money strip.
Now looka here, honey dip betta find another dummy quick. Homie tryna stunt, betta jump inside a money whip.
I see where you can get and keep it over there, you betta try your luck cause you ain’t getting nothing over here.

[Chorus: ]
I think you need to move it to the left (Shorty)
Move it to the left (Shorty)
If you ain’t got your own paper, I don’t suggest you hold your breath (Shorty)
Keep it right (Shorty)
You betta keep it tight (Shorty)
You betta bring money out ya crib, cause you ain’t getting none of mine, tonight (Shorty)

[Verse 2: Chingy]
Ma, let me see you twist it like a centipede.
I keep a sack of that, plus some Hennessey.
Since I got rich, I keep a lot of enemies.
But trick when it’s like that, it’s cause I been a G.
Look at the way women tend to grin at me.
I like the way she shake it with a lot of energy.
Magnums, alcoholic freaks the remedy.
I’m the young Donald Trump, is y’all hearing me?
Girls on the side line, yeah they cheerin’ me.
Ask her, can she drive a stick, now she steerin me.
Man, I’m sick. Know it ain’t no curin’ me.
C to the H to the I-N-G. Y

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
I think you need to move it to the left (Shorty)
Move it to the left (Shorty)
If you ain’t got your own paper, I don’t suggest you hold your breath (Shorty)
Keep it right (Shorty)
You betta keep it tight (Shorty)
You betta bring money out ya crib, cause you ain’t getting none of mine, tonight (Shorty)

[Verse 3: Fat Joe]
Put that ass up on the flo’, make it clap when you see cats pass for the door.
I ain’t tryna act gassed at all, chicks attack like he’s Joe Crack the boss.
Played it back, cause I be so paranoid.
I got a wife, but baby please don’t back it off.
She understood that, said, “What’s good, Crack?”
Got me screaming with a hood, with a hood rat.
Mami, I ain’t got a pot to piss in
But the rocks got a gleam, so hard to miss ‘em.
So I, cut the chase, took her out the place.
Put her in a bed, put a smile on her face.
She don’t know Joe Crack, the Daun
Never spend no type of real cheese on a broad.
All I keep is a 100 G’s, limit credit card.
Could you believe, we could spend it all.

New York, Put it on the flo’.
New York, Put it on the flo.’
Jersey, Put it on the flo’.
Jersey, Put it on the flo’.
V.A. Put it on the flo’.
V.A. Put it on the flo’.
Chi-town, Put it on the flo’.
Chi-town, Put it on the flo’.

[Verse 4: Nick Cannon]
Shorty, you gon’ work for this little bit of change.
Side order of pimpin’, little bit of game.
What ya know, gon’ hurt, just a little bit of pain.
When I rip your skirt, from your little bity frame.
Whole lot drinkin’, whole lot of cash.
Dirty ol’ Nick with a whole lot of **
Fly Guy, Antonio Vaugus.
Porshe’s we ain’t even parkin.
Valet, alligator air forces.
Waves in my head have them chicks getting nauseas.
Let ‘em cause the fame, my dough, your world.
So shake it like a n-n-n-nasty girl.

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
I think you need to move it to the left (Shorty)
Move it to the left (Shorty)
If you ain’t got your own paper, I don’t suggest you hold your breath (Shorty)
Keep it right (Shorty)
You betta keep it tight (Shorty)
You betta bring money out ya crib, cause you ain’t getting none of mine, tonight (Shorty)[2x]

BK, Put it on the flo’.
BK, Put it on the flo’.
BX, Put it on the flo’.
BX, Put it on the flo’.
St. Louis, Put it on the flo’.
St. Louis, Put it on the flo’.
Philly, Put it on the flo’.
Philly, Put it on the flo’.

 

[fox69]

"Show Me What You Got"

"Show Me What You Got"


Hoo!
Yeah it's another one of them marvelous shits
Yeah, Flipmode, huh, Busta Rhymes shit, yeah
So remarkable, yeah
As I say it over and over again
From song to song, yeah, so remarkable
Hah, heh, yeah, so remarkable

[Verse 1]
Yo, yo, Busta Rhymes the immaculate raw
Hardcore, riggady raw, lay niggas flat on the floor
We climb into the back of the four
Nonchalant flavor fo' sure, Timbs wit a aqua valor
Flava like you never seen it before
Ha, holy, sacred, and pure
Flipmode, be on it fo' sure
Be incredible to settle the score
Like a nigga shot you in the face, through the peephole in the door
From New York, down to Singapore
Keep you niggas jumpin' around, had the bitches beggin fo' more
Street niggas, yeah we speak for the poor
Now we stack cheddar galore, when we shop and buy at the store
Metaphor like nuclear war
I warned niggas if you try to bite, shit I'll leave a crack in your jaw
Take the livest niggas out on a tour
Make a nigga black in the spot, make you wanna take off a door

[CHORUS:]
All my dogs who hustle everyday
All my dogs who hustle everyday now
Own a store laundrymat around the way
And own a store laundrymat around the way now
We got to get it, YEAH!
My niggas, all my niggas
Show Me What You Got for me, what you got for me
All my niggas what ya got for me
All my shorties who stay fresh everyday
All my shorties that stay fresh everyday
My get money bitches who still hang around the way
All my get money bitches that chill around the way now
We got to get it, YEAH! We gotta...
My bitches, all my bitches, c'mon
Tell me what you got for me
What you got for me, all my bitches what you got for me

[Verse 2]
Now, yo, we stay packin the toast
Could give a fuck, bust at a ghost
And end up on the front of the post
Niggas know that I be rockin the most
Fuckin Ethiopian bitches, living in the ivory coast
Let me drug y'all niggas up wit a dose
Make you act just like you suppose'
Watch a nigga playin me close
Nowadays type of dough that we gross
I celebrate and throw me a roast
And get an old face for a host
We get it hype even when we be calm
Niggas know my word is my bond
When we come you know we the bomb
Hypnotic shit, get you retarded
Shoulda known it was a bad move
Fuckin around and gettin me started
Still whippin in the back of the truck
So what, not givin a fuck
In the streets, livin it up
So what happened to the last nigga bust
Could give a fuck whoever he was
Throw them niggas outta the clubs
Them niggas all, shit turnin me off
Tie 'em up, makin 'em cough
Gag 'em in the throat wit a cloff
After that we go and wild for the night
Make 'em know the style for the night
Car low, pile for the night
You know we always give y'all niggas a blaze
Black it out and party for days
Let y'all niggas fuck with the strays
Fuckin dimes at the end of the days
Gettin money but it's too late
Got a nigga stuck in his ways

[CHORUS]

 

[fox69]

"Show Ya G-Stro"
(feat. Pharrell)

"Show Ya G-Stro"
(feat. Pharrell)



[Chorus:]
Still in the front and shake it out for the go
Still in the front and shake it out for the go
Still in the front and shake it out for the go
Still in the front and shake it out for the go
Lets go
(oooh aaah show ur g stro)
(oooh aaah show ur g stro)
(oooh aaah show ur g stro)
(oooh aaah show ur g stro)

[Verse 1]
Ma get down to the drum
When it come to the crack you know to where too get it from,
I'm the unbelievable unstoppable as logical,
I'm setting it of, now take your draws of (ho)
Now, go'head and do ya little thang,
I love when you ass go bri bibibi pong pa ting,
I analyse emotion when you rockin' with a swing,
Looking' just keep it going and make it poppin' till it sting (oh, shit)
With ya supernova ass
Put it on me you see my chick spillin' out of on my glass now (now)
Don't even worry bout it mami keep it gunna? (sup)
On of another glass and a bottle phor another one (ha)
Lean over put ya head back quick,
Will I'm get ya something maybe you wanna spread that shit,
Go'head and spread that sick,
Get that sick ass over here dude and I'm saying (yeah thats it)

[Chorus:]
Still in the front and shake it out for the go
Still in the front and shake it out for the go
Still in the front and shake it out for the go
Still in the front and shake it out for the go
Lets go
(oooh aaah show ur g stro)
(oooh aaah show ur g stro)
(oooh aaah show ur g stro)
(oooh aaah show ur g stro)

[Verse 2]
Two thousand and nine bus rhyme back up on the seen,
Back against ya with a pocket full of cream,
I think of in a baza? I give it niggas classics,
Gettin' money nation when ya niggas how to live,
Jump off we get the party let's get it right (what)
Now all of my bitches let's take it to the crib (now)
Leave them twenty niggas rottin' ya know,
They say you nothing saying they do is a anu? never did (what)
Now why you with me baby (classy stands) how they would (nasty beats) that's what they (used to say)
Tekaka-ooe,
I can't define a men for tryin'to define yo ass, (cause I was used to blam, well how ya play now, oh stop)
We takin' over with ya big ass, (pedoe paf)
Knockin' me over ay yo seek as I say so and get low,
Ass to the floor baby now show me ya g-stro,

[Chorus:]
Still in the front and shake it out for the go
Still in the front and shake it out for the go
Still in the front and shake it out for the go
Still in the front and shake it out for the go
Lets go
(oooh aaah show ur g stro)
(oooh aaah show ur g stro)
(oooh aaah show ur g stro)
(oooh aaah show ur g stro)

[Bridge:]
It's the break down, it's ya favorite part,
It's the break down, keep it going don't stop,
It's the break down, make it do what it do,
It's the break down, act like it's made for you,
Get ugly act retarded, scruns that face move that body,
Break down, what what break down,

[Verse 3]
Here I am
B.r.a.w. so fuck with me I'm here to bring dubble,
To the plat? and a feeling and retrieving a million,
Trip? up with the bitches exotic and fuck me brazilian (ha)
Ha ha ha, laugh at a bunch of you niggas,
When I'm comming I switch it like a camilion,
And then decided it back and find a g-stro candidate,
To swimming it commin' swallow my children,
(aaa-ha ha ha)
Go'head and sing my song gettin' money you bitches,
Now tell me what you really want,
Back on my bu bu bullshit I move quick pullsix,
Bitches make it to sit on my poolstick, (to the left)
I seek yo ass is ready willing enable, (to the right)
Yo ass is knockin' my bottles of the table (shit)
You see he's out in the spot so let's go,
Strip down on ya g-stro before the club go,

[Chorus:]
Still in the front and shake it out for the go
Still in the front and shake it out for the go
Still in the front and shake it out for the go
Still in the front and shake it out for the go
Lets go
(oooh aaah show ur g stro)
(oooh aaah show ur g stro)
(oooh aaah show ur g stro)
(oooh aaah show ur g stro)

Still in the front and shake it out for the go
Still in the front and shake it out for the go
Still in the front and shake it out for the go
Still in the front and shake it out for the go
Lets go
(oooh aaah show ur g stro)
(oooh aaah show ur g stro)
(oooh aaah show ur g stro)
(oooh aaah show ur g stro)