Busta Rhymes

[fox69]

"Shut 'Em Down 2002"
(feat. Pete Rock)

"Shut 'Em Down 2002"
(feat. Pete Rock)



[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah.. back by popular demand, it's about to get Godly
Yeah.. hold it now! AOWWW!
C'mon, c'mon (c'mon).. yeah
Huh.. c'mon, c'mon (c'mon).. yeah
Huh!

Bear witness on the way we stay cuttin 'em down
In two-thousand-two, shuttin 'em down
Have you sippin on it 'til you start suckin it down
I hope you know that we ain't FUCKIN around
Niggaz you betta BELIEVE when you see me the shit be double trouble
I overLOAD and take this SHIT to another level
I shut it down, sho' nuff, pack ya bags
Let me work, make it hurt, cause I'm next wreck
Lay flat nigga hit the deck, or face big DISrespect
In addition the SHIT we wreck
Firework flow, spit and make a BIG effect
Bang it in the truck until ya whole SHIT eject, c'mon
Stop nigga, close ya shop
SCUD missile launched fire burn quick, every SHIT we drop
From the GROUND with another sound yes we put it down
and always BOOM and pound, so we shut 'em down

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes + (Pete Rock)]
I shut 'em down (shut 'em down, shut shut shut 'em down)
I shut 'em down (sh-sh, sh-sh, shut shut 'em down)
I shut 'em down (shut 'em down, shut shut shut 'em down)
I shut 'em down (shut 'em, sh-shut, shut shut 'em down)
I shut 'em down (shut 'em down, shut-sh-shut 'em down)
I shut 'em down (sh-sh, sh-sh, shut shut 'em down)
I shut 'em down (shut 'em down, shut shut shut 'em down)
I shut 'em down (shut 'em down, shut shut 'em down)

[Busta Rhymes]
Hah!
One two three four five six seven eight nine
Comin THROUGH, betta tuck in ya shine
Once ya lookin for the HEAT, if ya seek it will find
I had these devils watchin me sayin these sneakers is mine!
Now hold up - we drop the bomb first then get under ya mom's skirt
to get her frenzied like a motherfuckin rock concert
While you're busy and tryin to FIGURE what the God's worth
I'll malfunction your plans 'til the motherfuckin sound work
Now I'ma CUSS when I BUST ya ass
And leave 'em stiff when I hit 'em like a MUSTARD gas
Steam fire when I puff, then I flick the ash
You wack and I had enough, put your shit in the trash
Now you know we got the shit in the smash
Wild until you slip and you crash, y'know we keep the SHIT in the stash
From the GROUND when we come around, yes we put it down
and always BOOM AND POUND, when we shut 'em down

[Chorus - w/ minor variations]

[Intro to "Genesis"]
As we rockin you all to the future
Ahhh, we come to give you that
Operatin like we be official
Yeah, we come to multiply
And we're plannin the scheme for the long win
Yeah, our shit be always right
Every move you'll see how it's related..

 

[fox69]

"So Hardcore"

"So Hardcore"


Zigga [7x]
Ha ha ha, yo
Ya'll [25x]

Yo, I walk through brick walls
Fuck around hijack your whole shopping mall
I be ripping shit, that's my word bond
Scream then I watch the whole planet earth respond
Do just what ya told
The remote control
Crash course yo' shit
Ya know how we roll
When I tumble and drive then you reply my my my my my my
Yo I execute all plans
Run up in two bitches for me and my mans
Ha, breaking fool, ha-for my fans
In return niggas give me the-HOT-SoundScans
Strike matches, golden egg hatches
Request line is open send all your faxes
Freaks the flows with no rehearsing
Pull the skate back which when the beat start reversing
Just so wack you make people start cursing
Flows contradict worser than the King James version
Turn on the mic but your shit will stop working
Beats brutalized your whole rhyme, your head hurting
Broomsticks and witches from rags to riches
Forget mad love
Well ya'll niggas will burn bridges
Amateur, why won't you look right at the calender
A matter of time before I start to damage ya
So starving to just bust my rhyme caliber
Consecutive wounds like a nigga stabbing ya
Ya, my whole team get wild cream
Poloticin every move to the extreme

[Chorus(4x)]
So hardcore like Quickdraw McGraw
Fuck what you heard you ain't heard this before

Ha, yo I come right through the door
With rhymes galore Busta Rhymes be the ambassador
Explore my metaphor you beg for more
Hardcore see we assure the insecure
I said my whole squad of niggas come through and break the law
My family tight more than Connect Four
I come through and create the master pieces
Bend your mind with rhyme telekinesis
Yo, I will break shit down
Lost or found floor will blast like a four pound
Right before I hit you off with my vaccine
Starch, carbohydrates lots of protein
Vaccine baby girl yo I hope your ass clean
Magazine frontine fly lips is lime green
Ya'll, every time ya'll, I'm on the scene
High beam the lights and watch will remain supreme, ha
Don't ya know when I keep it coming
Blow the fort
Make ya wrist hard to hand cuffing
Bounce on the beat and watch how a nigga work it
Buck wild making ya speaker short curcit
This heavy weight tip the scale on the triple beam
Busta Rhymes blast and still bang the mainstream, blow
I had ta make ya all mad
Hit ya off, interlude
Bounce to Trinidad
Now I see ya bitch nigga sounding so soft
Make a nigga cough, breaking and turn ya ass off
Extra raw lay on your back get on the floor
Busta Rhymes got to headline the whole ball
Cause we so hardcore like Quickdraw McGraw
Fuck what you heard we ain't heard this before

[Chorus(3x)]
Ya'll ......

 

[fox69]

"Sound Boy"
(feat. Cam'ron)

"Sound Boy"
(feat. Cam'ron)



[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
See everytime we do it y'all know that we rep it properly
Y'all niggas know when we come we fuck the buildin up we sorry
Incase you didn't know we ain't that thing you mess with
(IT'S THE CONGLOMERATE!!!) Make sure you never second guess it
This is a soundbwoy, burial killin and mi seh
If you ain't knowin you should listen to me
We'll lay you down bwoy, beautiful funeral we seh
Can't hold a torch my nigga leave it with me
Cau mi seh

[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
Shoutout to Joe Crack last night we blew a ounce
Mattress financial, opened up a few accounts
Harlem mine (Mine) we bumpin 'Ye
No one have this much power since Bumpy J
Lenox Ave (Lenox Ave) Awww shuckey duckey
Seen (Paid In Full) now everybody do the dougie
When I do the dougie (Dougie) I'm talkin dougie lime
Pistol whip a nigga while you lookin buckyeye
Had the buggy eye, it was hard to see it
Now the headlights chinky like the car korean
Play around I'm a put you in the mausoleum
When I ball you fall you can't guard a deer
Listen sunshine, I be duckin one time
I was first rockin thirty chains at one time
Nowadays I might just rock two or three
Louis V, Gucci T, nah y'all ain't used to me

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
See everytime we do it y'all know that we rep it properly
Y'all niggas know when we come we fuck the buildin up we sorry
Incase you didn't know we ain't that thing you mess with
(IT'S THE CONGLOMERATE!!!) Make sure you never second guess it
This is a soundbwoy, burial killin and mi seh
If you ain't knowin you should listen to me
We'll lay you down bwoy, beautiful funeral we seh
Can't hold a torch my nigga leave it with me
Cau mi seh

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
If you take 'em off the leash I promise watch and see what happen (UH HUH!)
When I spit I tear the flesh off humans bitch (UNLEASH THE DRAGON!!!)
Now I suggest you greet the captain where I'm from
I keep them wolves with fangs that be true to be bleedin from the gums
(FOUL!!) Heartless when it comes to bread despite a lust of cash (YEAH!!!)
Bombs with signature initials droppin crush the mass (DAMN!)
I'm gluttin when it comes to stuntin and bwoy I love to flash (YEAH!)
That's why I don't eat on glass tables, diamonds cut the glass (OOOH!!!)
AWWW SHUCKS!!! Is why I cuff the stash (OK!)
And spend money to finish garbage niggas dump the trash (WOOO!!!)
From bread to cars weed and liquor nigga we so high (WHERE THE WEED AT?!)
So sickenin with this shit I spit, book of ECOLI!!! (DAMN!)
Peep how I keep those ties and run it for another year
(AWWW DO IT!!) See how I leak yo' eyes and give you shit to shed a tear for (Tear for)
Incase if you ain't know who you fuckin with!
(IT'S THE CONGLOMERATE!!!) One world government

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
See everytime we do it y'all know that we rep it properly
Y'all niggas know when we come we fuck the buildin up we sorry
Incase you didn't know we ain't that thing you mess with
(IT'S THE CONGLOMERATE!!!) Make sure you never second guess it
This is a soundbwoy, burial killin and mi seh
If you ain't knowin you should listen to me
We'll lay you down bwoy, beautiful funeral we seh
Can't hold a torch my nigga leave it with me
Cau mi seh

 

[fox69]

"Steppin' It Up"
(feat. Redman)

"Steppin' It Up"
(feat. Redman)



[Q-Tip] Phiiiiiife Dawg
[Phife] Yo Kamal
[Q-Tip] Reggie Noble
[Redman] Up in ya!
[Q-Tip] Yo Busta Bus, yo it's time to step up

[Busta Rhymes]
You know I plas-ter, the little bas-tard
and mastered the real way you slap the bitchest niggaz backwards
Hah! Uh-oh, aiyyo, whenever Busta Rhymes say so (mmmhmm)
when we move yes (mmmhmm) sometimes we lay low (mmmhmm) aiyyo (yo)
Big up my little nigga Pedro
Make you after the L like turkey, cheese and to-ma-to (to)
Fuck is that? Especially for niggaz that will pay no
attention to instructions, like they still wan' disobey y'all
Wonderin how it's activate real quick?
But then I could grow about five feet more with an extra dick!
One dick to hold in my hand when I'm rockin the mic
The extra dick to blow up the pussy for the rest of the night
Then I return with more lyrics like a bunch of rough niggaz
They tough niggaz that snuff niggaz (hah)
I know the club got enough niggaz (huh!)
to slap your face, expert, who the next jerk, to make me
exert heat? FUKKIT, let me network!

[Redman] Ha-hah!
[Q-Tip] Yo Reggie Noble
[Redman] Feel me, yo Busta Bus
[Busta] What up?
[Q-Tip] Yo Phife Dawg, yo it's time to step up

[Phife]
Yo what the fuck, ungh!
Check it here, peep the four-man transaction (action)
Phife diggy Dawg, we on some Todd Shaw mackin (mackin)
You know my stee', there's no time for relaxin (relaxin)
Word to Reggie (Phife Dawg) yo it's _Time 4 Sum Aksion_
Girl swing yo' ass, I can feel you climaxin (climaxin)
Don't even front, you know you wanna make it happen (make it happen!)
Yo Busta Bus, do you hear Violator faxin? (mad faxin)
Eighty G's for one show (eighty G's yo) that's satisfaction (satisfaction)
Now which emcee feel like he fuckin with dis heah? (This here)
Word to Queens, I keep shit hot like a canish, yeah (Nish yeah!)
Malik is back, I'm here to make you look foolish (foolish)
My roughest niggaz in the Apple (Apple) on Coolidge (Coolidge)
Remember White Shadow? My click stay sharper than an arrow (c'mon)
Plus in Trinidad I'm treated like the mighty sparrow (uh-huh)
Freestylin son, like there was no tommorrow (fuck it up nigga fuck it up)
Hence the reason why your bitch ass would love to follow (what?)
Two different toasters in your chest will make your shit hollow
How's about them apples, oh is it too hard to swallow?
Push your wig back, word to Big Moot and Bolo
Billy Razor, Fudge Lover, on down to Shine Lightro (Love Movement)
Yo Bootsy takes this mic from this fool see, make him run it
Five-foot invasion son, you can't run from it

[Busta] Yo Reggie Noble
[Redman] Blaoowww, yo Phife diggy!
[Phife] What up?
[Busta] Yo yo Kamal it's your time to step up!

[Q-Tip]
Check it out, the original, shit, we makin it
Takin it, to the extremes, we breakin it
When we get, inside a zone then you feel that it's good
All you jelly cats stop marinatin my wood
Niggazm grab the mic with loads of malarky
I bring the knowledge and wield the anarchy
Put it on pooh-butts who's unsettled with ignorance
Give the last sentence with poignance and diligence
Eighteen wheelin through niggaz like truckers
Breakin ankles, put it on like we at the ruckus
Guaranteein that shorty can move it around
In the place that gets you hot but leaves you here on the ground
Contenders don't you even think to challenge the crown
Of these brothers who so elequently hold the beat down
Fuck the rigamarole, we vyin for the control
We the musical equation of the whole entire nation

[Q-Tip] Yo Phife Dawg
[Phife] Yes Kamal
[Q-Tip] Busta Bus
[Busta] What up?
[Q-Tip] Yo Reggie Noble yo it's time to step up

[Redman]
Yo yo
I'm just a ill nigga who don't got it all up stairs
Riding dick, get the balls til they come in pairs
Oh yeah, throw the goggles on these engineers
Cause it might, get kinda wet when I spit this here
Yo, I'm six-foot-one with a big ass gun
To carry it you'd need a waistline the size of Big Pun
But I move crowds without a gun
like if -- The New York State Lottery is ninety nine million!!
Hah-hah, yo, when it's time to flow I suprise and blow
five hundred thousand units off a dime a trow
Forty below, I'm thorough when it's time to throw
the caboose, I'm even hard to be touched by a masousse
Whoo-whoo! Funk Doc gets the money
and best believe I went through more trees than Sonny
Me, Kamal, Busta Bus, Phife Dawg
Shittin, pussy niggaz get Lysol!
Heh heh heh

 

[fox69]

"Still Shining"

"Still Shining"


RRRRRROAW RRRR.. RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW
til my dragon baby stop whinin
I see my influence still..

RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW
til my dragon baby stop whinin
I see my influence still..

RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW
til my dragon baby stop whinin
I see my influence still..

RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW
til my dragon baby stop whinin
I see my influence still shinin

Hah!
Hit you with my ultraviolence
Skin cancer causing laser beam flow then causing riot
Oh shit! I'm gon' give you
more and more (hah) flows that's gon' help you
see who got the real raw -- you can watch me wreck (huh)
for the entire nine seasons
Cold-blooded flow that got you motherfuckers freezin
You (you) must (must) find (find) your style
Identify with your own profile! Uhh uhh
Niggaz don't understand what we be talkin about
Designed especially for biters who try to figure it out!!
Huh, WHOOOO! Ice Capades all over beats son
while I smoke your Phillies all the way down to the last one (HAH)
Yo watch me skyrocket (HUH)
Prop me for my flow then get your hand out my pocket
As the world keeps on turnin
Killing microphones as the nigga most determined
Keeping biters fiending like this was they last serving
Stay away from fake motherfucks like Mark Fuhrman
Got your whole entire +Little House on the Prarie+ burning
Stick me for my rhyme like you stuck me for my Sherlings
Yo, you must be out your fuckin mind
The only thing you really need to do is chill and watch the sun shine

RRRR.. RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW
til my dragon baby stop whinin
I see my influence still shinin

Hah, hah, hah, hah
Hoh, hoh, hoh, HAHHHHHHHH!

Hey, get with this here roll call
Keep my peoples movin like a U-Haul
Then I'm gonna hit you, wit that
shit that's sure to make your dome crack
Watch me knock you down
You'll be surprised how quick the fuckin word will get around
A biter came up missin and the bitch was never found, YO
I come with shit, so sure, to hit
Hit you til your motherfuckin dome split
Counterfeit niggaz need to sit back up off of it
And if you don't listen you deserve whatever you get
*gasping for air* Just a moment, let me take a breather
Got you niggaz sweatin coal, like you caught the fever
Just to know my every move you fuck a freak psychic reader
For those who bite my flows I got to always pack my heater
Yo, I was the one that (hah) made a nigga cough (huh)
Soft (hoo!) Wait quick to turn a nigga off
Yo, I'm quick to break a niggaz spine
and any effort made by those who try to take mine

RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW
til my dragon baby stop whinin
I see my influence still shinin
..

RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW
til my dragon baby stop whinin
I see my influence still..

RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW
til my dragon baby stop whinin
I see my influence still..

RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW
til my dragon baby stop whinin
I see my influence still shinin..

 

[fox69]

"Stop The Party"
(feat. Swizz Beatz)

"Stop The Party"
(feat. Swizz Beatz)



[Swizz Beatz - Chorus]
I said wait, stop the party
I don’t wanna hurt nobody but
(ooooh, yeah ooooh, yeah ooooh)

get em up get get em up (oooh)
get em up get get em up (yeah)
get em up get get em up (oooh)
get em up get get em up
I said wait, stop the party
I don’t wanna hurt nobody but

[Busta Rhymes]
shit thats what it’s coming to
tell me how you want it boo
fuck a lying a nigga see we stripping right in front of you
check plus you don’t really want it duke
open club security and pull my niggas offa you
why try stop it, see we prime time coming through
shut it down, disrespectful bitch
thats what we love to do
check the method how I tread it that aint nothing new
hectic like the ton

[Swiss Beatz]
wait, stop the party, I don’t wanna hurt nobody but
(ooh, yeah, ohh, yeah)
get ya drinks cause you don’t really care what they think right
(ooh, yeah, ohh yeah)
who him? he’s a rat
to the hood he can never come back right

[Busta Rhymes - Verse 2]
Back with the Ackrite
flyin’ out from last nite
shining like a flash light
you know we in here
and we hotter than a stove top
never know we won’t flop
see me got em going now we throw in the chair
watch how I shift up the pickup with a stack on my mind
till I pick a brick up, coke spillin in your spine
and I paralyse the hood with goodies, niggas know we winning
if you knowin how I’m knowing bring it back to the beginning

[Swizz Beatz]
I said wait, stop the party, I don’t wanna hurt nobody but
(ooh, yeah, ohh)
look at them, they getting money,
and laughing like everything funny like
ha, oohh, ha, hands up
rep your city and let em know everything’s gritty like
OHHH

[Busta Rhymes - Verse 3]
we bout to blow again, nigga here we go again
laundry bag ready back to getting dough again
boy listen we’re about to kill the flow and then
mash on niggas till we force em to get low and them
shit out proportion she be scorching from the opening
carry out the office and you know how we be going in
lets get it over with, bang whatever city that you rep til its over bitch

[Swiss Beatz]
I said wait, stop the party, I don’t wanna hurt nobody but
(ooh, yeah, ohh)
who them? They gonna hate but thats when you know you’re doing great so
I said wait, stop the party, I don’t wanna hurt nobody but
who him, he’s a rat, to the hood he can never come back right
(ooh, yeah, ohh)

get em up get get em up (oooh)
get em up get get em up (yeah)
get em up get get em up (oooh)
get em up get get em up (yeah)

 

[fox69]

"Stop The Party (Remix)"
(feat. Cam'Ron, DMX, Ghostface, Swizz Beatz, T.I.)

"Stop The Party (Remix)"
(feat. Cam'Ron, DMX, Ghostface, Swizz Beatz, T.I.)



[Intro]
I-I-IAM IRONMAN!!!!!

[Busta Rhymes]
REMIX!!!! REMIX!!!! REMIX!!!!

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz (Busta Rhymes)]
I SAID WAIT!!!!!!!!! STOP THE PARTY!!!!!!!
(WHAT WE WAITIN FOR SWIZZ!!! THE STREETS WANT IT NIGGA!!!)
I DON'T WANNA HURT NOBODY BUT!!!!!!!!
OH!!!! YEAH!!!! OH!!! (REMIX!!!)
GET 'EM UP!!! GET GET 'EM UP!!! OH!!! (REMIX!!!)
GET 'EM UP!!! GET GET 'EM UP!!! YEAH!!!
GET 'EM UP!!! GET GET 'EM UP!!! OH!!!
GET 'EM UP!!! GET GET 'EM UP!!!
I SAID WAIT!!!!!!!!! STOP THE PARTY!!!!!!!
(I DON'T EVEN GOTTA CHANGE MY VERSE FOR THIS SHIT!!!!)
I DON'T WANNA HURT NOBODY BUT!!!!!!!!

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
SHIT!!!!! That's what it's comin TO
Tell me how you wan't it BOO
Fuck a line nigga see me skippin right in front of YOU
Check! Trust me you don't really want it DUKE
Open club security and pull my niggas off of YOU
Why try stop it see we primetime comin THROUGH
Shut it down disrespectful bitch that's what we love to DO
Check the method how I shread it there ain't nothin NEW
Actin like the club THREW

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz (Busta Rhymes)]
[Overlapping in the background "Run's House by Run-DMC]
{"Reporters cry, producers die"}
I SAID WAIT!!!!!!!!! STOP THE PARTY!!!!!!! (T.I. WHERE YOU AT!!!)
I DON'T WANNA HURT NOBODY BUT!!!!!!!!
{"They wanna be DOWN WITH THE KIIIIIIIIIIING!!!!"}

[Verse 2: T.I.]
We pull up to the club, park, hoppin out, bouncin
Walkin in the door, the DJ just made an announcement
The King in the building, women screamin, shoutin
Remy bottles in the hand, standin on the couches
Me, I don't smoke, but my niggas blowin ounces
It's hot in here, she sweatin, see her nipples through her blouse and..
How can (what?!) -- I not be the hottest shit?
I'm killin parties, body shit, ey wait a minute, stop it, Swizz

[Interlude: Swizz Beatz (Busta Rhymes) {Cam'Ron}]
I SAID WAIT!!!!!
["The Good, The Bad, The Ugly" theme song plays]
(Aw shucks man!!!! When the last time you heard somebody say aw shucks man!!!)
(Oh God what we 'bout to do here?!) {KILLA!!!!} (Where you at playboy?)
I SAID WAIT!!!!!!!!! STOP THE PARTY!!!!!!!
I DON'T WANNA HURT NOBODY BUT!!!!!!!!

[Verse 3: Cam'Ron]
Uh, I'm a cyclone bull, dry-stoned y'all
Wanna face time, nigga I fold four (four)
Be patient, more beef waitin
King James the game, #1 free agent
I been winnin, you been losin
DipSet back, got the U-N movin
Movin chips, Frito-Lay
You folks, yessir, I'm the east coast Dre

[Interlude: Swizz Beatz (Busta Rhymes)]
[Overlapping in the background theme song for Ironman]
I SAID WAIT!!!!! (AIYYO GHOST WHERE YOU AT NIGGA!!!!)
I SAID WAIT!!!!!!!!! STOP THE PARTY!!!!!!!
I DON'T WANNA HURT NOBODY BUT!!!!!!!!

[Verse 4: Ghostface]
YO! I know a couple of real killers that's Catholic
White boys that speed blacks cleanin they ratchets
In the bloodline it's Irish, I'm the only Muslim in the pool
They know I put that work in like a pirate
Jails you slap the ox in the green jello
Carvin your face is like the sound of a sweet demo
Swiss knives and timid they roscoe
Blood drippin over my crisp Nike's
The streets the teks spit like tobasco
Never sip the blue shit or pink Rose'
That's more for like pretty women, you so lame
So if you wanna get physical
Staten Island goons is in the cut
Tony Starks play the front like my genitials

[Interlude: Swizz Beatz (Busta Rhymes) {DMX}]
I SAID WAIT!!!!!
["20th Century Fox" theme music plays]
(And y'all thought I was makin a movie already huh?)
(WELCOME HOME DOG!!!!!!! Aw shucks man!!!!!)
I SAID WAIT!!!!!!!!! STOP THE PARTY!!!!!!!
{GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!}
{WOO!!!!!!!!} I DON'T WANNA HURT NOBODY BUT!!!!!!!! {ARF!!! ARF!!!!}

[Verse 5: DMX]
I went away for a minute, it's like I'm back from the dead (YEA!)
Relapse on you niggas, and crack some heads (AIGHT!)
Lemme see - my plate's empty, yours is full
You suck, real talk, C'MON with the bull!
Guns clap like applause (YEA!!), tap tap on the doors (YEA!!)
You gon' be like, "What's that??!," all you gon' hear is BAP!! thru the walls (YEA!!)
I rep for the town that say, FUCK PATAKI!!!! (AIGHT!!!!!)
Niggas from Clinton cop stop, and cack saki

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
I SAID WAIT!!!!!!!!! STOP THE PARTY!!!!!!!
I DON'T WANNA HURT NOBODY BUT!!!!!!!!
OH!!! YEAH!!! OH!!! YEAH!!!
WHO HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE'S A RAT!!!!!!!!!!
TO THE HOOD HE COULD NEVER COME BACK RIGHT!!!!!!!!
OH!!! YEAH!!! OH!!!
GET 'EM UP!!! GET GET 'EM UP!!! OH!!!
GET 'EM UP!!! GET GET 'EM UP!!! YEAH!!!
GET 'EM UP!!! GET GET 'EM UP!!! OH!!!
GET 'EM UP!!! GET GET 'EM UP!!! YEAH!!!!

[Outro: Swizz Beatz]
HUH! YEAH!!!!!!!!

 

[fox69]

"Street Shit"

"Street Shit"


[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah.. this one appears to be very forceful..
Very forceful.. yeah, here we go now
Niggaz, bitches, where you at talk

Thug niggaz let me see y'all, yeah
Hah, before we slap niggaz silly with somethin
and put you out your misery and your sufferin
Uh-oh! Yeah, and just for frontin,
you got me bustin two nines
with one hand tied together or somethin
Ain't no mistakin we takin your trap
In case you niggaz didn't know,
you fuckin with the GLADIATORS of rap
On some John Reno shit in Professional,
how we accurate and precise when we bust
and every move is intentional
Violate and I will get at yo' ass
And if I can't catch you track star
we'll start throwin SHIT at yo' ass
Wait a minute nigga, hold up second,
see youse a bitch and while we bust yo' ass
yo' faggot peoples ain't even checkin
Yo y'all need to send the coroner, shit
Leave you lookin out a place
like youse a tourist on some foreigner shit
I be that nigga and I love to experiment
with specific high-explosives
just to take y'all niggaz out of this element, NOW!!

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

Cause we got new shit for y'all
(All my niggaz in the spots,
y'all know we tear the shit down and how we hold it nigga)
And we come to take shit over y'all
(Yes we here to regulate
and put our foot down, the shop is closin nigga)
Always rep the street for all y'all
(Constantly hittin y'all off with street shit
and keep y'all niggaz open yeah
All my niggaz, all my bitches) Whatcha'all gon' do now,
everytime we come with that street shit

[Busta Rhymes]
Hah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, we move like stonefaced cold-hearted niggaz
Baldfaced straight retarded niggaz
Aiyyo the shit we do be so off the hook,
fuck around and get yo' leg broke
and beat all in yo' face with ya foot
We here to stay, FUCK payin a visit
I only fuck with certain LIVE niggaz
like my niggaz Tash and Xzibit
Ever since I vowed to keep the shit raw
I stay hittin niggaz with shit
that'll leave they fuckin face on the floor
Everytime niggaz know when we black
Smack a nigga so fuckin hard
he'll fall and probably spin on his back
Funny how niggaz'll always shit talk
The very next day they will notice the difference
in the way they bitch walk
My street niggaz need to come for the ride
Cause when we step up in the place
you funny niggaz need to slide to the side
I love to watch these funny niggaz diminish
and while we slowly murder them niggaz
they prayin on the MOMENT we finish
I take you back to the very beginnin
and beat you in yo' head from birth
and watch you grow lovin the SHIT we be bringin
Street niggaz keep they mind on they dream
Focus the most on gettin they paper
and be thoroughly reppin they team
You know we quick to mash it down for some hours
Quick to leave some of these niggaz shook
runnin with the rest of them cowards
And leave the rest of niggaz ready to dumb
and rep the street until we all die
could give a fuck wherever you from, NOW!!

[Chorus w/ minor variations]

[Busta Rhymes]
For all my motherfuckers
that live in the urban city areas
Only the urban city areas
The ghettoes
The neighborhoods where they got, delis, liquor stores
and churches right across the streets from alla that
Yeah..
Motherfuckers sellin weed, crack, and all of that shit
on the corner - it ain't the right thing to do
But niggaz is put in the motherfuckin, living conditions
that have to do that shit
The street motherfuckers
All y'all survival of the fittest motherfuckers, SURVIVE
This is dedicated to y'all
Street shit

 

[fox69]

"Sugar"
(feat. Jelly Roll)

"Sugar"
(feat. Jelly Roll)



[Busta]
Hey baby put your hand on my heart tell me if you ever felt a heartbeat like this

[Jelly Roll - hook]
Boom boom boom boom BOOM is the sound that you hear
From my heart beating hard like a bass drum
Zoom zoom zoom zoom ZOOM as my blood starts to raise through
My vains all I wanna is to be close to you
I like you in those boots, you know just what to do
Girl let me see those tattoos im gonna ride with you
Rite here’s the perfect place for me to kiss and f**k you
I can’t wait to taste your SUGAR

[Busta]
I want to taste your body
I want to taste your face
I want to taste your breast taste below your waste
That’s some of my many wishes
Fresh out the bubble bath girl you taste so delicious
From when you leave and go to work and how you blow me kisses
The way you come back to the crib and cook and wash the dishes
It’s kinda hard to fight it once the fire is ignited
You feel my heart beat baby you got me so excited

[hook]

I can’t explain the feelin
It’s such an amazing thing
You like a prize position
A gift to any king or wings
Is only here to protect us
No matter what we go through
And how it might affect us
Tired of the lectures
A piece to tell me to chill
But they don’t really understand what im tryin to build
But I brush it off as nothing
Baby let me tell you something
Every single time I see you my adrenalin be rushin

[hook]

[Jelly Roll]
Your body is smoking like a Newport
Better yet im backwards
You like it in the back seat case baby girl your that hood
I never had it how you put it on me
The way you move is makin me horny
Man I just wanna kiss you all over you body stretch you like palates
Baby lets get naughty do it how we do fuckin all around the house
Started on the bed ended up on the couch

Damm I touch you and you touch me
We get closer and you hold me like your holdin
On for dear life boldly
And we go out on the balcony
And let our bodies wrap up and we fuck
Until the sun come up housekeepin come and catch us
I don’t care thou u takin it im givin it we breakin it
Everything up in the room like a tornado in the makin
And im wildin and im racing baby let me take you down
And while you give it to me let me give it back girl listen to the sound as it goes

[hook]

 

[fox69]

"Take it Off"

"Take it Off"


Take off your shoes
Make you dance in your socks
For blocks
Nigga be dippin a million.
What, hot!
Better pause and take a look.
There's a whole lot of whores.
Run up in a storm.
Bitch a try to take you for yours for sure.

Word up yo!
And just get what you can.
Catch it, so just play it on a record
And take it off until you ass naked.

Word to mother.
Shorty stack like a horse.
Pushin a force.
Lookin to floss.
Diana Ross.

Flow better.
One of the biggest seller.
Tell me what ever.
Wether a nigga stack mozzarella

I'm a get ya.
I ain't comin with ya.
Hit ya,
with another scripture
That will really split ya.
Make sure the fact you wack.
And we don't need none of that.
Keepin it movin.
Now tell me, where my nigga's is at?

Yo, from here to Brook.
Nigga's is shook, look.
I make you sing the hawk
Shake your ass.
Wiggle your foot.
I make you

[CHORUS:]

TAKE IT OFF.
Shit so hot we make you.
TAKE IT OFF.
Give me what you got nigga.
TAKE IT OFF.
And we hit the right spot baby.
TAKE IT OFF.
And everybody if you with me just
TAKE IT OFF.
Shit so hot we make you
TAKE IT OFF.
Give me what you got nigga
TAKE IT OFF.
And when I hit the right spot baby
TAKE IT OFF
And if you with me everybody just
TAKE IT OFF.

Wiggle and bounce baby.
More to the ounce baby
That's what I be about baby.
Give me a shout baby.
All up in your body.
Whipping the mazorati
Through the city
With one of my hottie.
I'm on my way to the party.
Meet with my nigga Marty
And little and Colie Scotti.
Sippin Baccardi.
'Till you know we whylin up everybody.
Whip about to cause.
All in the jam
Nigga's whylin out at the bar.
(OHH)
We keep it movin
(OHH)
Every time yo. (ooh)
Shit that make your DJ
Spin it back 4 times yo.
Let it rain and let it drizzles
Heat in the club be makin you sizzle
All of the bitches right in the middle.
(WORD UP)
I make yall nigga's smooth.
Making you sweat.
Making you get busy.
Got yall nigga's loosin your breath.
So I started working this way.
Pass the sting rays.
See me Kunta Kintai.
Check the way me ringai.

Hey Mister DJ
Hit with a replay
Check it
Hey why you all in my face.
Give me some leeway.
Got you doin' what we say.
Other nigga's racin
And whylin all on a freeway
Rushin to get in a club
And get all up in the place
Get inside and see FLIPMODE in your face
(ooh)
Now let me take you nigga's straight to the point.
Now get the party.
Radio be still bangin my joint.
Turn it up a little while I make you.

[CHORUS]