Busta Rhymes

[fox69]

"Take It Off Part 2"

"Take It Off Part 2"


[Busta Rhymes - talking]
Yeah .. Come fuck wit us ..
Yeah, ya'll know what to do to this shit
Yeah, haha, streets
We bout to do it again
We bout to do it again
We bout to do it again niggas
I hope ya'll ready
Check it, check it, c'mon, WOO

[Busta Rhymes]
Check out the technique
C'mon, spit flow and bag up the next freaks
Soldier wit a quicker ho that a live on the next street
Over playa then do this shit again next week
Gettin this paper, phat chicks up in the next Jeep
Probably listen closer if you let the check speak
I keep fire cause niggas respect heat
Look, I spit fire then come up the best beats
I said I pull the spot from here way down on South Beach major
Globalize, then blow down a South Beach ager
Check it, banana yellow G wagon for the whole saggin
Feel the fox mink draggin on the floor watch it
You really need to stop
Just copped the rob blueberry Lamborghini drop
C'mon, stay struntin with the mini bop
Niggas know when we step in the place, the whole city stop

[Chorus - Busta Rhymes (Meka)]
Better tell 'em if they ain't know, put 'em on shorty
(We know how you be doin it baby) How we be doin it baby
(We know how you be takin it off) How we take it from 'em
(We know how you be killin 'em baby) How we killin 'em
(We know how you be ready to ball) c'mon, c'mon, you know we ready to do it
(We know how you be drivin 'em crazy) Make 'em crazy now, c'mon
(We know how you be breakin if off) You know we breakin it off, let's go
(So come and get it down for me baby) Put it down now
(And make it hot 'til they take it off)

[Busta Rhymes]
This is a shake down (c'mon)
Weakin your whole shit ' til it break down (uh huh)
Speak to the whole clique 'til we take down dudes
Put the heat to 'em make them put the cake down dude (dude)
Scrape down food (food), niggas stay hungry 'til the shit is over
Spit and make the tape sound rude
Ha, niggas get screwed, see they ain't really worth not a thing
But only gettin on the stage to get booed
Kennedy loft hos mackin at the top of the Trump Towers
Rockin fly Versace, cherry cloth robes (robes)
Like ghostface the most ready just for the glow
Showcase the most, them niggas sure to blow
No waste a time, you know we sure to grow
I'm sayin no place a mine, is for them corny hos
C'mon, with all this paper and the shit we copin
We keepin it gully and know we always keep it poppin

[Chorus]

[Break - Busta Rhymes & Meka]
Ha, get that money
Come fuck wit us
Hands in the sky
Keep on livin
Do your own thing
All my people holla and let me hear ya reply
Say take it off (TAKE IT OFF)
Say take it off (YOU BETTER TAKE IT OFF)
Say take it off (TAKE IT OFF)
Say take it off (BETTER TAKE IT OFF)

[Busta Rhymes]
C'mon, ha, we hold a rock boy
The way we on fire call a nigga hot boy
Hot, we raise the level to we blow the spot boy
And watch the water boil and spill over the pot boy
Listen, I hope you know you need to stop boy
Frontin and tryin be somethin you not boy
Listen again we keep on bangin and pissin 'em off
Spazzin on niggas until we silence or finish 'em off

[Chorus]

[*skit after the song is over*]

[Male:] Yeah
[Female:] Wait, wait, wait hold on
[M:] Come on let me put it right here, what you doin? What you doin?
[F:] Hold on, hold on, wait, wait, wait, got a rubber?
[M:] I don't need no rubber, you look clean, wait the fuck you ain't go no pimples or nothin
[F:] Na, na, you ain't runnin up in here without no jimmy
[M:] Ah, you fuckin actin like that
[F:] You better find one
[M:] Aight so, aight so, hold on, hold on, don't yo
[M:] Just stay, just like that, don't even, just stay
[F:] I'm not leavin
[M:] Aight cool, hold on, hold on
[M:] I knew I had a condom what the fuck man (*crinkling noises*)
[M:] Where the fuck is a condom when you need one?
(*sounds of a horse galloping*)
[Trojan Man:] It is I, Trojan Man! (*echo*)
[M:] Oh shit, oh thank God it's you, you got a condom man?
[TM:] No, I only have one trick cover left, and my hormones are risin
[TM:] And I want your bitch to taste it (*echo*)
[TM:] Trojan Man! (*humming sound*)

[Man talking]
This has been a paid advertisement by Flipmode and Company
And I don't give a fuck what you say
Cause I still believe you could catch AIDS from tongue kissing a bitch
So remember always strap your shit up (*echo*)

Trojan Man!

 

[fox69]

"Tear Da Roof Off"

"Tear Da Roof Off"


Yea, Hmmm
Alright now
Yea
After the ultimate world blast that ended all things
this is how we rebuilt shit from the underground up

Bounce nigga bounce bounce bounce nigga bounce bounce
When I come THROUGH, hit y'all with the one TWO
Break y'all niggas that y'all niggas won't even know what to DO
Break fool, make all y'all people wanna come TO
Feel the force of my shit kickin' like it was Kung FU
Blast THROUGH, don't these corny niggas harass YOU
Set a tone in the streets where even the fans blast YOU
Ask YOU niggas, do y'all really want the brand NEW?
Corny niggas just finish your time and over pass DU
HE HA What HO, think it's way pass your CURFEW
Hit you with some shit that make doctors come have to nurse YOU
YOU YOU YOU
I'm rollin' with my whole CREW
Bounce threw niggas when ever we surround YOU
Flipmode role THICK, and you know we don't QUIT
Hit you with some more HITS that make y'all wanna
go SHIT SHIT SHIT
YO make y'all niggas jump BACK
Hit that hurry and pass the rest of the weed BLACK

[Chorus(2x):]
Rep my crew yo, Flipmode hit you off
YO Y'all know what to do ok, TEAR DA ROOF OFF
OFF OFF OFF, TEAR DA ROOF OFF, YO
Y'all know what do I'm sayin' TEAR DA ROOF OFF

One more time I hit y'all with a crime
WHILE I be in my rhyme I hear that a drop of a dime
WILDIN' all in my Tim BOOTS
Now we stackin' mad LOOT
Everybody holdin and 21 gun soLUTE
Anyway any HOW, I'ma give it to you NOW
You ain't wildin my nigga, that is something I won't ALLOW
One Two Three Four, I be knockin' at your DOOR
Hit y'all niggas with an effect that y'all never felt beFORE
OR leave you with someMORE freaky dicky metaPHOR
Rep for all my niggas who stay reppin' the hardCORE
Slug it out, bugging out, all off my niggas THUG IT OUT
Tired of all these weak niggas now I'ma RUB YOU OUT
Yo, what you talkin BOUT, make y'all niggas scream and SHOUT
Yo, we bout to blast you out the spot my nigga no DOUBT
DOUBT DOUBT DOUBT
Yo you know we always stay ON
Keep wildin' before you know it the entire day is GONE
Left RIGHT left, YO no ned to hold your breath
YO, better chill your body up while we beat you to death
DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH
Blast you right threw your chest
YO you know we runnin' shit and we never settle for less
YO

[Chorus(4x)]

Yea motherfuckers
Flipmode Squad eternally imperial, powerful, universal
Flipmode Squad, from the underground up motherfuckers
Always remember that
From the underground up
We gonna rebuild this whole shit

 

[fox69]

"Thank You"
(feat. Kanye West, Q-Tip & Lil Wayne)

"Thank You"
(feat. Kanye West, Q-Tip & Lil Wayne)



[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Welcome to the bank, where you deposit Young Money
And and you get Cash Money
I'm Tunechi, the boss, and live from the vault, is Busta Bus

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah! Yeah! Yo!

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Swagmania pop that goes most
Carry the most, beautiful bitches with us happily toast
Keep the faculty close, gross when we give 'em a dose
Got 'em OD'n leanin in each coast
Scenary froze, take notes rock most diamonds that fit us
Chanel minks in the winter who fuckin with us?!
We comin to give 'em the shivers watery flows spillin like rivers
Floodin the street hopin niggas is swimmers
Movin gorillas, King Kongs, Godzillas when we roll up
Seat fillin niggas get up when I show up

[Verse 2: Q-Tip]
Awww! Shit! Please don't throw up, hold your liquor grow up
If you robbin niggas we 'gon show you how to blow up
Thank you lucky stars it's the rap czar tuck your shit in
My niggas bite like Rin Tin Tin the chagrin
You never win model thin walkin crack in your shin
She gives in every time that I spin
Square up bow down to the kings of the hall
We wave on talk shit while we ball, so what's crackin with y'all?

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Native New Yorker the slick talker keep shit in order
Call the reporter steppin like British walkers
Legendary swagfluence see the influence, see how we do it
Get 'em into steadily got 'em God I'm stupid
So undisputed, act fool back tool 'til they pop off
Police crowd up the street blockin 'em off lockin 'em off
Got these niggas wildin while I signal my soldiers
Bossin it up, maintainin composure stand on the sofa
Thirty bottles twenty waitresses bring 'em over
See how we light up shit nigga call the promoter
And tell that nigga bring the bag better hurry up with it
Then count the money up proper 'cause you can get it!

[Chorus: Sample from "I Wanna Thank You" by Alicia Meyers (Kanye West)]
I wanna thank you (Yeah!) heavenly father (It feel good don't it?!)
For shinin your light on me (It feel good don't it?! Uh!)
I wanna thank you (Hey! I wanna let y'all know!) heavenly father
(Hey! Hey! I wanna let y'all know!)
For shinin your light on me (This Yeezy! And you listenin to Q-Tip!)

[Verse 4: Q-Tip]
Settle up stiletto up saddle up and let's go
Good times only difference niggas makin it though
Chatter is up, peep the way we batter it up
On top of the mountain foldin the ladder up
You dead and done rip up your paper 'cause your status is none
Transfixed on the strengths of the page, whether chopper or gauge
Your just a single 'cause you wouldn't engage
Turnt up with the script on the cup, you keep the goggles with us

[Verse 5: Busta Rhymes]
See how we push sometimes a man fi get kuff
Beat him in the head boop ba diddy baff, zippity boof
Beat him in the head again stop killin me wolf
WOP! Beat a nigga 'til he drop piggity poof
Ox see in mi pulse, he don't want no problems with niggas
Fuck it let's get the drinkin poison our livers
Damnit we sinners when me and Abstract together see we deliver
She got me touchin it fuckin on all my fingers
Damnit we winners, pillars of this rap shit homey they know
Kill e'rything 'til it's time for me to go
That's when I bomb it when I blow it and I black and get a little bit dummy
The microphone is bleedin you should take it from me!

[Verse 6: Q-Tip]
Incredibly we do it and to resonate the music
Itune it YouTube it it could never ever be refuted
It's gnarly for niggas and naughty for ninas, bitches and ballerinas
Ballers and inbetweeners blatant non believers and overachievers
Kickin it in Pele Adidas drink gallons and liters
All of you must reconcile a leader
She beggin to eat us and her man's attitude defeated
But never a scandal because me and Bus we prone to handle we gentlemen

[Verse 7: Busta Rhymes]
Not to mention we veterans, second we need some medicine
Before I black you should get off my premises
Better fly you pelican, idiot ass niggas
But then again you need a suit for your funeral measurements
See me doin it effortless it's never gettin no better than this
Givin your shit that you miss a better preference
Watch me turn 'em to skeletons, see how I come to bring out the betterness
Time is with it I rep the foreverness
Flyin United Emirates, size private plane that kind of etiquette
Purchasin diamonds handle them delicate
Now you need you a better ref
You could peep us regulatin see we all in this bitch like we ain't never left

[Chorus & Outro: Sample from "I Wanna Thank You" by Alicia Meyers]
I wanna thank you, heavenly father, for shinin your light on me
I wanna thank you, heavenly father, for shinin your light on me
I know, it couldn't have happened, without you
Ooohhhhhhhhhhhh! Without youuuuuuuuu! Oooh Oooh Oooh!
Without youuuuuuuuu! Oooh Oooh Oooh!
Without youuuuuuuuu! Oooh Oooh Oooh!

 

[fox69]

"Thank You"
(feat. Kanye West, Lil Wayne & Q-Tip)

"Thank You"
(feat. Kanye West, Lil Wayne & Q-Tip)



[Lil Wayne:]
Woo, welcome to the bank
Where you deposit Young Money and you get Cash Money
I'm Tunechi the Boss
And live from the vault is Busta Buss

[Verse 1 - Busta Rhymes:]
Swag mania, pop that goes most
Carry the most beautiful bitches
With us, happily toast
Keep the faculty close
Gross when we give them a dose
Got them doing, leaning in each coast
Scenery froze, take notes, Rock Rolls
Diamonds that fit in Chanel Minks in the winter
Who fucking with us
We coming to give them the shivers
Watery flows, spilling like rivers
Flooding the street, hoping niggas swimming is moving gorillas
King Kongs, Godzillas when we roll up
Seat filling niggas, get up when we show up

[Verse 2 - Q-Tip:]
Please don't throw up
Hold your liquor, grow up
If you robbing niggas
We going to show you how to blow up
Thank your lucky stars
It's the Rap Czar, tuck your shit in
My niggas bite like Rin Tin Tin, my chagrin
You never win, model thin, walking crack in your shin
She gives in every time that I spin
Square up, bow down to the kings of the hall
We wade on, talk shit while we ball
So what's cracking with y'all

[Verse 3 - Busta Rhymes:]
Native New Yorker
And the slick talker keeps it in order
Call the reporter
Stepping like the British walkers
Legendary swag flu and see the influence, see how we do it
Get them into it steadily God, I'm stupid, so undisputed
Act fool, back tool, until they pop off
Police crowd up the street, blocking them off, locking them off
Got these niggas wilding while I signal my soldiers
Bossing it up, maintaining composure, stand on the sofa
Thirty bottles, twenty waitresses, bring them over
See how we light up shit, nigga, call the promoter
And tell that nigga bring the bag, better hurry up with it
And count the money up proper, cause you can GET IT

[Kanye West:]
Yeah
It feel good, don't it, uh
It feel good, don't it, uh
Ay, I want to let y'all know, ay ay
I want to let y'all know, this Yeezy
And you listening to Q-Tip

[Verse 4 - Q-Tip:]
Settle up, stiletto up, saddle up and let's go
Good times, only difference, niggas making your dough
Chatter is up, peep the way we batter it up
On top of the mountain, folding the ladder up
You dead and done rip up your paper, cause your status is none
Transfixed on the strengths of the page, whether chopper or gauge
You're just a single, cause you wouldn't engage
You turnt up with the script on the cup, you keep the goblets with us

[Verse 5 - Busta Rhymes:]
See how we push sometimes a man fi get kuff, beat him in the head
Boop-be-de-de-boff, zippity-boof
Beat him in the head again, "stop killing me, Wolf", whop
Beat a nigga till he drop, piggity-poof
Oxy in me pulse
He don't want no problem with niggas
Fuck it, let's get to drinking, poison our livers
Dammit, we sinners when me and Abstract are together, see we deliver
She got me touching it, fucking on all my fingers, dammit, we winners
Pillar of this rap shit, homie, they know
Kill everything until it's time for me to go
That's when I bomb it with a blow
And then I black and get a little bit dummy
The microphone is bleeding, you should take it from me

[Verse 6 - Q-Tip:]
Incredibly we do it, and it resonates the music
I tune it, YouTube it, it could never ever be refuted
It's gnarly for niggas and naughty for ninas
Bitches and ballerinas
Ballers and in-betweeners
Blatant non-believers and over-achievers
Kicking it in Pele Adidas
Drink Alize liters
All of you must reconcile a leader
She's begging to eat us, and her man's attitude defeat us
But never a scandal
Because me and Bus we're prone to handle, we're gentlemen

[Verse 7 - Busta Rhymes:]
Not to mention, we're veterans
Second, he need some medicine
Before I black as he get off my premises
Better fly, you pelican, idiot ass niggas
But then again, you need a suit for your funeral measurements
See me doing it effortless
It's never getting no better than this
Giving your shit to convince a better preference
Watch me turn them to skeletons
See how I come and bring out the betterness
Time is with it, I rep the foreverness
Flying, United Emirates, sized private plane, that kind of etiquette
Purchasing diamonds, handle them delicate
Now you need you a better ref
You could peep us regulating, see we all in this bitch like we ain't never left

I want to thank you Heavenly Father
For shining your light on me
I want to thank you Heavenly Father
For shining your light on me
I know it couldn't have happened without you
Ooo-ooh without you-ooooooohhh
Without you-ohh
Without you

 

[fox69]

"The Abstract & The Dragon"

"The Abstract & The Dragon"


[Verse 1 - Busta Rhymes:]
One time yo
Watch how I kick it and rhyme slow
With the slimes though
Fleet of Suburbans and Tahoes
Time to push out
Niggas are back, the tools out
Word to King Tut, we shakin' they takin' they boobs out
Bitches frantic
Then fuck with a nigga, I say it best
Bring your girl shorty, both you can come do a taste test
Now they both trynna play though
I love the way they handle me
Could do this everyday though
Let 'em suck it all up out of me
Let 'em loose, they come back and do it the same way
To make 'em sickle down a bit while they give me their ashtray
While they also bring a nigga that money, it's pay day
What the fuck nigga?

[Hook - Busta Rhymes:]
Ain't no way in the world
Shit ain't bangin' through your speaker while we fucking shit up
My chain haningin and we had to build [?]
This shit is ringing and incase you didn't know its The Abstract & The Dragon

Boom, Bap, original rap
Boom, Bap, original rap

[Verse 2:]
Bitch The Dragon is back!
Oh no, with The Abstract
Rappin' and lettin' the bass go
Then we blaze those
Making 'em blacker than disco
With a fist full of money, we bakin' a pistol
Its official
When I come through, my clique whole
Shit to let off, and let the shit blow (Boo!)
Then we all go get this money and pack the paid show
Then we black from the front to the back
See, they know to spot it
Back of the cockpit
The shit is not a secret, niggas know how we lock shit
And how we flock shit when we come and make 'em salute niggas
Back they [?] and pop their shit in the club, and shoot niggas like
See, we back with the bang bang
And the boom bap, nigga we give you the dang thing
Yo, Kamaal, I know you wanted to rhyme
It's my fault, well, I'm excited by the slap you made
Bring on the onslaught
Mister Abstract, I see you done dug up back in the vault
Yeah, we back up in the kitchen and giving 'em what they want
Yeah, we pack shit thicker than niggas in banquets
Get your blankets
Most of you niggas need practice
Rehearsal with the hearses and line up the caskets
Lot of rapper niggas actors and move like an actress
We 'bout to hit you with the heat 'cuz we know when you're anxious
Aiyo, Kamaal, let's fuck 'em up and take 'em through the track list

 

[fox69]

"The Abstract & The Dragon Speak Again (Skit)"

"The Abstract & The Dragon Speak Again (Skit)"


[Q-Tip:]
..."The Return of the Dragon"?!
So you gon' hit niggas with all that
Motherfucking "Rah Rah"
You gon' eat niggas' food
You gon' come through, like, disrespectful on these joints B?
(I mean...) Please tell me that...

[Busta Rhymes:]
I mean..., you know I recently just showed muhfuckers that, you know...
I had to go in the stash box for real
Because a nigga went and got the C-town shopping cart
And filled the bitch up with a bunch of hard drives
Just to show niggas that we back in our bag, Kamaal Fareed!
(Right, right) You knowamean?
So I'm definitely gonna show niggas
What the way of the dragon is really about...
...by giving 'em "Return of the Dragon: THE ABSTRACT WENT ON VACATION"

[Q-Tip:]
Why it gotta be a C-Town, ghetto-ass cart nigga?

[Busta Rhymes:]
Because... That's what the fuck we do
We show niggas what the filth be 'bout
So we can slap they ass wit' a filthy sock
In they fucking face and let them understand
What this timeless greatness
Cause sometimes a nigga need to smacked wit' the filthy sock
Not the clean sock
We slap the shit out a nigga with that stink
You know, that fucking nasty donkey foot shit
Then they get the reminder that they need

[Q-Tip:]
So let me get the visual my nigga
(Yeah beloved)
So, it's like it's the blackout
And you went to C-Town
And you got the C-Town cart
And you been out all night and shit, grabbin' shit up
Now the sun hit niggas
You movin' down the street... (more or less)
Rudeboy... ([?] me I say topshotter)
Wit' the fuckin' dirt-sock on your left shoulder then...
(No, me left foot)
Your left foot then... (yes, topshotter)
And you push the C-Town cart full of fucking grenades...
(Yeah, full of grenades)
And you walk down the street
And you blow upon a chalice, see...
(Yes, rudeboy, you know that)
And it, and, and, and then the police
They rolled down and you look at them
And you go "Raawwwr"

 

[fox69]

"The Body Rock"
(feat. Mase, Puffy, Rampage)

"The Body Rock"
(feat. Mase, Puffy, Rampage)



[Puff Daddy]
See when we like to make you shake your ass, move your hips
So we gonna do a little something like this
Flipmode, Bad Boy
Check this out

Tell me how it feels, is it hot is not
Does it drop cash like a slot
Does it stay streeted go pop
Checkin out what Flipmode got, mad hip-hop
Chartin number one, drinks in the sun
Eighty times so we can get sponged, shake it hon
All a brother know is make the hit get the dough
Makin grandmas hit the floor, really though
It's my thang my slang
Rich motherfuckers gettin chicks at the
Bringin my team to the joint wit Alan Iversan runnin on point
Don't smoke a spliff on the joint
And when you see they on point
Cause I, I be that nigga wit the million dollar figures
Gettin all up in they bitches
Leavin they pussy in stitches, uh

[Rampage]
Aiyyo I'm on to the next level
I'm gettin rich, friends said I switch
I got me a bad chick, live up in the hills
Pay my mom's bills, recoup a half a mil
Still got my deal, pop the 700 Benz-o
you never seen, cash money fiend
A lot of cats wanna dream
Pack a shorty black or Phillipian
The way I eat my shrimp with steam
I'm the man with the gangsta lean, what, what
Yo I split your whole spleen if you know what I mean
Call me little rabcash, I get you for your stash
VIP pass, ave all the gas, I make it last

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

To my people in the front if you ready to bump a say
"Don't stop the body rock"
To my people in the back if your not a wack a say
"Don't stop the body rock"
To my people in the left if you hot to death a say
"Don't stop the body rock"
To my people in the right wanna party tonight just say
"Don't stop the body rock"

[Mase]
Since Mase refuse to lose, we makes numeral moves
Cause I'm smoother than them dudes and them two thousand dollar shoes
When I move to new Jerus, cause I like the cruise
and my six double-o, blast weed, love the dough
I'm that Goodfella, what the hella they can tell me
Smoke my la la out in LA, who's ready
Juice heavy back in blue Chevy
See angealan they winnin, a nigga need the chedda
Cause I'm more in a broad way
With all A's and platinum
There been many things we touch
Never had in finance so I never had to deduct shit 1.8
And every week I have to re-up
So what, so what

[Busta Rhymes]
Aiyyo check out the way me and my niggas always be whippin shit
The way that I display no flavor and do it so intricate
Pidda and padda padda and pidda over with the shit
U u u u u oh y'all niggaz be yappin to make me sick of it
Hit you wit shit that y'all niggaz never ever forget
Fuckin wit my niggaz just like you playin russian roulette
Ooh me and my whole baton coming soon
Make a make room, we diesel like a bunch of balloons
A yo yo make ya damage, all of my niggaz damage ya
Tryin to alter our lavage liven niggaz y'all turn savage
Yo Flipmode and Bad Boy collabo'
Makin sure all of you niggaz all stay home

[Chorus 2X]

 

[fox69]

"The Heist"
(feat. Ghostface, Raekwon, Rocky Marciano)

"The Heist"
(feat. Ghostface, Raekwon, Rocky Marciano)



[Raekwon]
Straight up nigga, I'm a money nigga man
You know what time it is wit me, yo
That's right
Take the track, cut the heads off, split it down the middle man
Take the bones out man for real
Yeah all applepie yeah
Straight up, Flipmode BK king

[Ghostface Killah]
It was the best heist since ice
Precise rituals
Skated outta Jacob's wit the Fruit Loop jewels
Holdin a navy blue uzi
Krush Groovin waves off the atlas
Coolin, that's how we make movies
Basketball gun brawlers, bounce
Black down 'bill-a-head banks, Malibu colorful shanks
That's the way we live, Staten Island kid
Old dog in it, the thug vaccine wit no pork in it
Vivid imagination paper chasin
Dufflebag swollen, we holdin
Drink chocolate milk before we roll in
It's like that ya'll, we gangstas
Stickin all you Bay Ridge Benzes
I'm out to get erect, terrific shit be the diamond district
Tiffany's, pretty Valentine brick is on the second floor balcony
Gems is magnificent, diamonds is cryin
"Busta Rhymes take me, nevermind help!"

[Raekwon]
Aiyyo caught em at the ice pavilion
Dressy, salad bar style Nestle
Four white niggas, covered in vest pieces
Think like a mob flick
Guessin like Patsy in the mask, piece bust
Got aggravated, slapped the glass piece
One nigga beamin, faggot ass
Lay on the floor ya fuck!
Tied his broken arm to his Hush Puppies
Wrapped around trauma, everything realer than fuck
Tajuana left my nigga niece live comma
Three young Italians, suited down personal style
I'm in valour white designin on the 'dallions
Felt like some crackers was in back of me
Spit on the clerk, pass the Harry Winston set
Ghost backin me
Bust a shot, motored
Four male in paper work Lord
We get together once more before we blow this
Murdered nobody
Left em all baseball'd down, brotha
Three wicked ass 6's, Gucci colors

[Busta Rhymes]
MONEY! Drop dead on the floor
Nigga, pass the keys to the door
Pass me all the cash in the drawer
Or I promise you'll be payin the price
Feelin like a nigga died twice
Execute the world's greatest diamond heist
Ya'll niggas know we out to get this MONEY!
C'mon MONEY! [7x]
Raekwon, Ghostface, Rocky Marce C'MON!
Let's get this money nigga

[Rocky Marciano]
Yeah we ?near the mind? out west
Somewhere in Africa
The Feds is after us, vest on my back
Whippin the Acuras, feel like a mac bustin
A rug in Preston on percussion
I'll bust in your gate, nigga it's nothin
A hail storm, ice rainin, mind containin
Info, nigga what you in for? Complainin
Sick bars deep in this language
Did I tell you how my day's spent?
Speakin through the face of Ronald Regan
Iceberg History, calligraphy
Colidescope colors, hollow-head shells and flarin gunmen
Hate to see me comin like gray skies on day of judgment
Makes you wonder where the love went
Hit a nigga, feed him to some buzzards
Put up numbers, plus I'm one to push his mug in
We duck in the safe, check what I'm huggin
Rocks the size of some shit, out in the congo
My arms full, let's get the fuck out, Busta I got you

[Busta Rhymes]
Aiyyo we do great study on fossils and stones like archeologists
Gem-ologists, collect the most priceless ices anonymous
Canary stones yellow like a pumpkin
Dunkin Donut precious size stones make me wanna cut the safe open
Rae pass the blowtorch, Ghost brought the dynamite stick
Marciano brought a chisel wit an ice pick
Princess cuts, invisible settings
Plannin the world's greatest diamond heist playin a tune by Otis Redding
Icicle cones hang from the ceiling just like stalagmites
Time to throw on a skully and tying a rag tight
Throwin light went off and in the basket
Grabbed the necklace from off the satin pillow while the glass casket
Ice lay across the crushed burgandy velvet
Up in the diamond slide-tray
Gun in your face, slide it right away
Roundtable with Habib, Mirishnokof, and the rest of them Jewish niggas
We got them niggas drunk and talkin foolish see
You know the way we straight manipulated the shit
We swindle them niggas for all their precious things before we skated and shit
Yeah, ya'll niggas know we skated early
Disguised ourselves as the cidic Jews and even left my sideburns curly
Bounce to Mexico and spend some pesos
And bury the diamonds on an island your never heard
Like Turks in Keikos
Everytime we hit, we in and out quick
Don't be surprised if we behind supplyin niggas all the platinum and shit

[MONEY! 17x]

Yeah, the world's greatest jewel heist
Thoroughly and successfully executed
By none other than Ghostface Killah, Raekwon the Chef
Rock Marciano and Busta Rhymes
A job well done fellas, very good piece of work

 

[fox69]

"There's Not a Problem My Squad Can't Fix"
(feat. Jamal)

"There's Not a Problem My Squad Can't Fix"
(feat. Jamal)



[Jamal]
C'mon, yeah.. villain
C'mon, aight?
I got this side right here
Take this side right there
C'mon do this
Busta Bus
C'mon, aight?
C'mon (here we go) stayin street

[Jamal]
Paws, to the wall, with the dirty dog, raw rap-ture
If you ain't with it bite crotch til it break your jaw
(Your jaw) For tryin to knock us
Tryin to kill or stop us, jack our propers
Busta Bus, they fakin, the cake is for the takin
While they runnin they face, I'm lettin the plan bake
Formulate, now look at the plot, we got
more and more shit that's hot, show to rock the spot
Clock or knot, nigga the whole pot
Ready or not, we comin, snatchin every comer
witcha hoe in the Benz-O, dumbin like a motherfucker

[Busta Rhymes]
You can be my lady, you coul even be my lollipop sucker
The road dawg baby comin like the mad trucker
Lot of jealous niggaz lookin funnier than Chris Tucker
God bless, oh yes, I stay fresh
Full of finesse, my congress show progress
Stylish, hit you with the shit to digest
In this rhyme shit we be some of the world's finest
Your Highness, leavin corny niggaz spineless
Attack it with the classic rhyme flow timeless (ha ha)

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

Not a problem my squad can't fix
Cause we can do, it in the mix
So when you niggaz talk trash, you can get a bust ass
Cause you know we don't fuck around
When you niggaz talk shit, lay ya six feet under the ground,
ground ground, ground ground
When you niggaz talk shit, lay ya six feet under the ground,
ground ground, ground ground

[Jamal]
This is how we ride, throw your hands from side to side
It's party time, and don't forget get yours, cause I'ma get mine
(Who dat?) The villain til I'm peelin a million
Ridin dirty, and bustin like thirty-thirty, til a nigga end
Knowin that the shit is fucked I'm still here to win, cheddar
If you ain't about it then I think you better
hang the little plot you got, don't sweat it main
My nigga, my life's uncut like Kane, real _Raw_
Y'all don't know shit about Jamal or what I'm in it for:
cash, cars, fly whores and tours
Fillin my pipe, with no messes and no limits
Them other one scrimpin, has the tent froze frigid
Fall as a gimmick, dick lickin chasin chickens
I mash for the cash with the click and
rip a show then I'm dippin in the whip and high trippin

[Busta Rhymes]
While y'all niggaz hoppin and skippin I stick the clip in, yo
Accelerate on the gas, move fast
Blast, find a nigga FOOT in your ass
Colorful niggaz, just peep the whole contrast
Flipmode is the Squad, a news flash
Bust your shit up, what the fuck, nigga get up
Violate, niggaz get they whole SHIT lit up!
Break fool, niggaz know the rules, rob jewels
Champagne bath, throw the Mo-et in the pool
Nigga caught a motherfuckin strain on the brain
ridin on the train, I'ma whip a Benz in the rain
Oversized click on the rise so realize we be
dem niggaz that dead up all you funny little small fries
The franchise, Flipmode damagin all of you Fall Guys
Yo I'm tired of niggaz they full of True Lies
No time.. we got the right surprise
Need a new beginnin, need to get a baptise
You need to get a baptise
Word is bond, aiyyo

[Chorus]

Ground, a-ground, a-gr-gr-ground-ground
Just party to the shit like this c'mon
Just bounce to the motherfuckin beat c'mon
You niggaz don't know my brand new song c'mon
Aiyyo, hear me out y'all, UHH
Yo, and just feel my shit
C'mon bounce what the fuck?

 

[fox69]

"There's Only One"
(feat. Mary J. Blige)

"There's Only One"
(feat. Mary J. Blige)



[Busta Rhymes]
Roll wit a nigga, put on some roller skates [laughs]
yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Come on!
Hot shit! More more more more more more!
We gon continue to give it to you muhfuckas like this
Put ya fuckin roller skates on!
Yeah, hennessy niggas
Yeah, more weed niggas
I know it feel good come on, talk to ya beat (Huh)

Thug niggas, yo we here to straight recruit y'all
New millini niggas yo we here to straight salute y'all
(Shoot y'all) Wack niggas we here to mute y'all
And drop shit to make all you niggas just get the boot y'all, baby
Wiggle ya shit one time (come on)
Fuck you and your whole entire click combined (come on)
...Whatever the cost now, floss now
Show you niggas who be the boss now
All across the board wild they be bouncin my obstacle course now
Sparkle with a gloss pushin a force now
Now I get my wine and dine on, slide on
A dick of a nigga who bust in you to get his shine on
See some real live chicks sippin them mistics
They buggin on how they let a nigga up in 'em this quick
Don't get it twisted or we'll bring the most reliable (what!)
We bringin that shit that be so undeniable

[Chorus: Mary]
Y'all wanna know who we with
Busta Rhymes and there's only one
You know my man is always rockin shit
We keep it street cause that's where we're from
You comin out to do your thing
Underground heat to the club we bring
And you know that we got this
And you know that we got this

[Busta]
(Hugh) Brand new, all the way down the line
From the new bounce the new money down to the newest shine
Wit the new blue nine though I had to bust it a few times
Watch these funny niggas and analyze all the true signs
In due time we will accumulate, illuminate
My click will fuck up the money you allowin your crew to make
Yeah, and while we step up in the hot spot
And fuck with these bitches until somebody start to bust shots
Niggas duck for a second make sure they ain't the ones got
To start the party against me (Ho) and yell blood clot!
Everything be goin on from chicks blowin kisses
Straight wildin out while these niggas surround these freak bitches
Once somebody else started bustin they heat vicious
I started holdin my toast, defendin all my street riches
Up in the club champagne up in the ice bucket
Now these niggas is wildin and throwin they drinks (Fuck it!)

[Chorus]

[Mary]
Now don't get mad, cause what you had
Too bad it didn't last
And now we're back on this Busta track
And now the games on smash

[Busta]
Yeah, all my live niggas get yours
Floss heavy, all my bitches bounce on the floor
Check it, squads deep with niggas everybody on
Make the livest motherfuckers wanna bounce to my song
Check it, my niggas organize, analyze the teamwork
And how a bad shorty rockin that Rah Digga T-shirt
And keep it goin while you tag along, swing along
And see my niggas that be reppin while you sing along

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

[Busta and Mary ad lib]