Busta Rhymes

[fox69]

"We Goin' To Do It To Ya"

"We Goin' To Do It To Ya"


Aiyyo Mega' gimme some of that barefoot jungle shit
and let me shake a leg nigga! (Megahertz)

Let's give it to 'em
Yo, let's give it to 'em
Yo, let's give it to 'em
Busta Bust, let's give it to 'em
Flipmode, let's give it to 'em
Check it

[Verse One]
Ever felt the fire burn like this (burn like this)
You shocked that I've returned like this
Stern like shit'll make you firm like this
C'mon, while we make the bitches yearn like this
Pearl white shit'll make the world hype quick
and earl like knowin I'm bonin your girl like this
Act sweet (BOY) nigga we pack heat so (BACK BOY)
Stack money like a Backstreet Boy
Track sheet, never whack, bitches hittin in my back seat
Love my flick up in the Black Beat boy
So move your black feet boy, make bitches bounce to this
Don't let me have to let the mac speak boy
Track meet boy, hundred meter dash, straight to the trash
You corny rhymin on them whack beats boy (C'MON)
And you know we rock on and on
And make the bitches wanna bounce, all night long and
And to my gettin money niggaz keep ballin (c'mon)
You know we bout to take it to the next mornin

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Get your big ass on the floor!
You know we goin' do it to ya (alright)
You know we goin' do it to ya (alright)
You know we doin' do it to ya (alright) nigga

Get your big ass on the floor, C'MON!!

[Verse Two]
The Range Ro' and everything you see is paid fo' nigga, c'mon
Change flow and then we lay low
Chase mo' money, fuck I wanna waste dough fo'
Stack peso, big money know my small money
probably bigger than your WHACK payroll
Money get your hands off of me, dance all night
Break bitches hot and sweaty take your tight pants off for me
So horny, shorty pull your plans off on me
Whylin out, while shorty ditchin her mans off for me
So simple, there go the champagne glass
When your pour, make sure the whole entire thing full
Sinful! Still shorty puttin the somethin on me
Brushin on me, whylin and feelin and touchin on me
Whatchu play fo'? (RRAH!) When I hop up in my two do'
Great sex and do it, say no mo' (RRAH!)
Make those, know nigga we got heat big
Block sheets and shit and stay up on the hot street though (RRAH!)
Get high shit (RRAH!) fly bitches runnin the flo'
Hollerin and screamin this my shit! (RRAH!)
Count that in the amounts that amount to the ceiling
I know you love the way we bounce back nigga
Gimme my ounce back nigga, Flipmode back in the spot
You can run and go announce that nigga, c'mon

[Chorus]

Get your big ass on the floor
You know we goin'..

 

[fox69]

"We Got What You Want"

"We Got What You Want"


[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah I though all y'all was goin'
Uh, Yeah, yeah, yeah
Were gonna take y'all on a little ride and shit
You mean now, now, now, yeah
We gonna sail in one of them big fat ocean liners on the street
Swim through this mutha fucka
Busta-Bus now, now, now

[Busta Rhymes]
Hop scotch I found a new bounce
Just rock back and fourth while my beat knock (Aurgh!)
Stop chips and cock glocks wit' clips
Go sailing in hot ships and park big whips (oh!)
Getting' them whips and bounce outta town
Take trips ride slow through them hoods and park at the main strip
Baby girl gimme yo hand cock fast (c'mon!)
With a number in your hand, hot ass (hold up!)
Shorty actin' just like she had a hit (on me!)
Fuckin' while shorty's busy shakin' her shit (on me!)
Man stop, just let ‘em flop watch girlfriend let alone cock block
Hot shit make a bitch wanna whine just like a reggae tune
Make y'all niggaz wanna act and bust the AK boom!
Everyday create a may lay today is pay day mutha fucka you better make way!

[Hook]
It's your night go get your money
Get that dough bounce if ya want
And light that blunt smoke if you got to
Shake yo shit bounce if you have to
Flimode squad back in the spot
With all yo shit bounce in the truck
Yes yes y'all bounce we go what ya want

All my niggaz, all my niggaz
All my bitches!
C'mon!

[Busta Rhymes]
We stay spittin' on
See what we sittin on
Shittin' you see how my 20” be fittin' on nigga
A 100 dollar bill shorty number was written on
Hittin' shorty on the sink wit' the lights in the kitchen on
C'mon! move quiet with all the DL chicks
Who carry on Lincoln head up on my CL 6
Hit y'all wit' the shit split y'all
Chicks all on my whip hoping ya ass fit y'all
We suppose to reach most shit bang
Watch how niggaz bounce in East Coast (Heaighh!)
Choke y'all provoke y'all
Killin' street everytime we distribute the coke all
Check it, see now a days we caught cribs
And caught big fat loss
Fuck big fat bitches that make cliques back off
The way we prove it to y'all
Is just bang niggaz every time we do it to y'all

[Hook]

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah
Straight black out shit fo show
Making you back yo mack out quick Aiyo (huh)
Yeah we floss and drop pricy things
Talk slick and money and rock icy things
She tried to get that score
By throwing the pussy begging me to hit that raw (uh oh)
We puts it on and watch bitches getting' a getsy
Flimode up in this mutha fucka just for the record

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"We Home"
(feat. Leaders Of The New School)

"We Home"
(feat. Leaders Of The New School)



[Verse 1 - Dinco D:]
Yo, see, usually we musically go until it's cool to be
Using our soulfully bodies as we abuse the beat
Move your feet and lose your seat happily, not unusually
Leaders are atomically boomin', exploding stupidly
Brothers working out open arms, rejoicing jubilantly
Every move I see y'all [?], it's all so cool to me
Now that I openly express my potency
I hope that you all stay acquainted like you supposed to be
Vocally I flows in each moment to show I openly
Ready for the world to rejoice, peacefully, hopefully
I'm normally known as the [?] MC, only me
But different yet from the first time of even knowin' me
We grow in [?] to grow in size, fitting appropriately
What, you thought you wouldn't reshape and grow urgently?
Life's on the line, every minute in time, certainly
The next best thing than this money is our currency

[Hook - Busta Rhymes:]
Yeah, as Dinco D would say, "I see"
I hope y'all niggas see this shit, too

[Verse 2 - Charlie Brown:]
Skylines evoke fly rhymes to kick like a habit
Never quit, got saliva to spit, it's automatic
Emphatic, no static, love the fabric
Irresistible to all like they all gotta have it
The outcome for suckers is worse than tragic
Gorgeous with the group, it don't get more graphic
As sharp as a knife, I'll take a stab at it
Whippin' the track, I'm terrific in traffic
In a class by myself just like Mr. Magic
Poetry performs to pop off at the pageant
LONS, yes, the flavor is erratic
Current like recent, it's all mathematic
Keeping it tight, it's a soulful tactic
Locked in a rubber room as if prophylactic
Craftin' and creatin' the new up in the attic
Reaching for the stars, now you know that we're galactic

[Hook - Busta Rhymes:]
LONS, it's only been 19 years since we've been back in the studio together
Y'all shouldn't be scared, y'all niggas should be frightened

[Verse 3 - Busta Rhymes:]
See y'all niggas can hang your fucking plans up, make you niggas stand up
Hands up (Hands up), hands up (Hands up)
News clips, yes I give you new shit, you flip
Cruise ships, new whips, sailing from the tropics
See we back from vacationin', take 'em in
Let 'em all decide while I break and bend, if you with me then come on
Never the one to front on, run on
Special Ed. program in this bitch, niggas getting they dumb on
Then we blacken the spots till they turn the lights in the club on
I come to eat your food and get my grub on
Blood up on the dance floor (Yup), somebody got a cut
Beefin' in the club while niggas drink until they vomit up
VIPin' with a bunch of bitches while we chop it up
Security pick 'em up, buss boy, you mop it up
Back to counting this money with my niggas, it's nothin' though
If you ain't know it, now you know

Busta Rhymes:]
Okay, cool
We gon' leave y'all to figure out
What y'all need to figure out
But just know, Leaders of the New School is home

 

[fox69]

"We Made It"
(feat. Linkin Park)

"We Made It"
(feat. Linkin Park)



[Chester Bennington]
Together we made it
We made it even though we had our backs
Up against the wall

[Busta Rhymes]
See a nigga survived the worst
But my life is glorious (uh!)
But I know that I leaped every hurdle
And I'm so victorious (uh!)
Take a look I'm a symbol of greatness
Now call a nigga Morpheus (yeah)
As force securin' the win, but they
Believe I'm so notorious (yeah)
You know that I've been 'bout my bread
Even though we rappin' now (yes)
We used to live on the strip even though
A nigga higher level trappin' now (oh!)
Superseded everyone of my little struggles and (uh!)
So your head never ever been an option (trust)
A nigga paper long like rush hour traffic
And I'm about to take the hood shoppin' (get it!)

[Chorus: Chester Bennington (Busta Rhymes)]
Together we made it (you see we did it niggas)
We made it even though we had our backs
Up against the wall (come on)
Forever we waited (ah hah)
And they told us we were never gonna
Get it But we took it on the road
(To the riches)
on the road
(To the ghetto)
on the road
(In the projects, to this bangin' instrumental)
on the road
(Rise with me)
on the road
(Come and get it)
on the road

[Mike Shinoda]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo
When it all got started we were steadily
Just getting rejected
And it seemed like nothin' we could do
would ever get us respected
At best we were stressed at the worst
They probably said we're pathetic
Had all the pieces to that puzzle
Just the way to connect it
I was fighting through every rhyme
Tightening up every line
Never restin' the question if I
Was out of my mind
It finally came time to do it and let it die
So we put the chips on the table and
Told them to let it ride, sing it (yeah)

[Chorus: Chester Bennington (Busta Rhymes)]
Together we made it (you see we did it niggas)
We made it even though we had our backs
Up against the wall (come on)
Forever we waited (ah hah)
And they told us we were never gonna
Get it But we took it on the road
(To the riches)
on the road
(To the ghetto)
on the road
(In the projects, to this bangin' instrumental)
on the road
(Rise with me)
on the road
(Come and get it)
on the road

Yeah, yeah, yeah, look

In case you misunderstand exactly what I'm buildin'
This shit that I can leave for
My children's (children's) children's (children)
Now on the wake up I smile, to see how far I've come (yeah)
Fighting for sales when I'm stripped
To negate the hustle from (yeah)
From nights in jail on a bench using my muscles son (yeah)
To countin' money like Dre and Jimmy and Russel was (yeah nigga)
But now I live when I dream, you see we finally did it (oh!)
Let's make a toast to the hustle
Regardless how you get it, sing it

[Chorus: Chester Bennington (Busta Rhymes)]
Together we made it (you see we did it niggas)
We made it even though we had our backs
Up against the wall (come on)
Forever we waited (ah hah)
And they told us we were never gonna
Get it But we took it on the road
(To the riches)
on the road
(To the ghetto)
on the road
(In the projects, to this bangin' instrumental)
on the road
(Rise with me)
on the road
(Come and get it)
on the road

 

[fox69]

"We Miss You"
(feat. DeMarco & Jelly Roll)

"We Miss You"
(feat. DeMarco & Jelly Roll)



[Chorus: DeMarco & Jelly Roll]
The way I rep the street and how a nigga killin every single second
They say I'm doin too muuuuuuuch
I try to step back just a little just to give niggaz a chance
But as you've seen they really couldn't do muuuuuuuch
Even when I'm layin low I put it down for every city and every borough
I love to put the hood uuuuuuup
I disappear just for a minute and it's funny when the same people say
we hate the fact that you gone - SO NOW THE HOOD BE SAYIN!!
Ahhh-ahhh-ahhh-ahhh, we miss you, oh and we love what you doin sayin [3X]
Ahhh-ahhh-ahhh-ahhh, we miss youuuuu, ahh-ahh-ahh

[Busta Rhymes]
Jack, lemme, lemme show you niggaz progress
Layin the law like I'm the head of Congress
Jewelry layin like a baby on they mom's breast
GUESS WHAT?! I'm 'bout to drop another bomb - YES!! YES!!
Back with the crack, fiends get in line
Feds patrollin the strip, see it's election time
Mr. Rhymes thirsty to lock up every town bagged
Money heavy like we carryin babies in them brown bags
Like my brown Louis luggage, I'm in a brown suit
A rare Louis collection, pushin a brown Coupe
Paint job sick like a bitch leakin out brown douche
Hundred EX Phantom, suck in the brown pew
Banned, cigar man now look around you
People gather like they done finally found the truth
Every word so compellin; I'm burnin down the booth
Now if you niggaz need proof LISTEN!!

[Chorus]

[Busta Rhymes]
Check - all rise, niggaz get it straight (ha)
I rep the hood, rain hail snow and earthquake (ha)
I'm past rattlin buildings, I make the earth shake (OH!)
And make the hood wanna rebel and start to hurt Jake (Jake)
Like how the pavement lay on every street
I turn savage and grow fangs when I'm on every beat
There's never been any problem! We harbor heavy heat
You niggaz know that he got 'em, so listen when he speak
Go 'head niggaz! Peep how I'm rollin up my sleeves on 'em
Boa constrictor flow I'm 'bout to put the squeeze on 'em
My money speak a different language, Lebonese on 'em
And turn it up another two thousand degrees on 'em
GET 'EM! I dress bummy in Bugati, stupid
And drown cities when I give you that tsunami music
And watch my HOOD niggaz spaz, peep the way I do it
Long as you know who be the greatest DON'T CONFUSE IT

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Yah!! Busta Rhymes, come fi take over
Yah!! Watch you dance, or you a lead
Yah!! C'mon go... yah!! Aight... [fades]

 

[fox69]

"We Put it Down for Y'all"

"We Put it Down for Y'all"


shit is about to get real serious
Busta Rhymes, Flipmode Squad, Swizz Beatz, check it out

[verse 1]
yo it's like tic tac toe
the god is back, make bitches say hoe
blow shit, roast ya than down in Waco
big foot raps nigga let's make dough
pull up to the lot, valet the Range Rove
flyer than a motherfucker, all day glow
in the club nigga glow in the dark and lay low
bang your head to this shit, while the beat play slow
junior varsity niggas while we play pro
ringside seats we all in the same row
like a crew of bitches pull up and dodge the ragos
and how we dazzle these bitches with how we change flows
we take your slot, how a bitch take half
and rock chains with pieces the size of spacecrafts
you know what I rep, that's Flipmode Squad!!
wildin like a thousand niggas up in the wreck yard

[CHORUS:]
Callin all live niggas
BOOYAH!!
Callin all live bitches
OOH OOOOH!!
Yes I hold a pound for y'all
Say what?
Busta Rhymes hold it down for y'all
Get money!!
Callin all live niggas
BOOYAH!!
Callin all live bitches
OOH OOOOH!!
Yes I hold a crown for y'all
Say what?
Flipmode put it down for y'all
YEAH, YEAH!!

[verse 2]
yeah, yo, the empire strikes back
shit is official, street niggas fight back
the way we set it off even the bitches might black
raunchy as fuck, even they like it like that
Busta Rhymes in this bitch you know I got another batch
more hotter shit nigga strike another match
bang this shit in your truck, nigga open up the hatch
and hold on your jewels before your shit get snatched
better lock your doors, slide across the latch
before we figure out the next vic to catch
so much lyrics flowin to throw in a teacup
more crack for y'all we just reed up
gutter like a piss test in a pee cup
switch the bounce for the streets, had to change the speed up
raw for the bitches who thick and beefed up
strip a club, big titty bitches double D cup
we all up in the truck, what the fuck we treed up
pure coke for niggas, get skeed up
let me bang something hard on your head like Vince Carter
and charter jets for my niggas with automatic starters
blow shit regular like the UniBomber
surprise attack you niggas like fuckin Pearl Harbor
jailhouse raps, let it bang a little harder
while I rep for the fam, Busta Rhymes the godfather

[CHORUS 2X]

so remarkable
classic rugged nigga music
big truck shit
20 inch rims on a UConn or something
a fuckin Escalade, Navigator

 

[fox69]

"We Taking Off"

"We Taking Off"


[Intro - Busta Rhymes:]
Welcome to The Abstract and The Dragon Airlines
Can you quickly get out the aisle and take your seats please?
When you are finished putting your luggage or your bags
On the overhead bin, please close that lid on your overhead bin
And quickly take your seats and strap into your seat belts
Because we're taking off, yea...

[Verse 1 - Busta Rhymes:]
Motherfucka confess it
Speak on they god and address it
Ya'll niggas already know
The way I go when I rep it
Before I come and I bless it
Before I beat em decrepit
And make these niggas respect it
I'm only here to correct it
But nigga just for the record
You see these stones in my necklace?
I ain't do none of that
Though that bitch was stressing me
In the back of my car
And when im finished with mami, shawty light my cigar
They can't believe I redid it
They say this shit is bizarre
Go get a drink at the bar
I'm thinkin' a bottle, oh shit
Despite I live like a czar
Can not see none of you niggas
My bat is too far, they shit is not up to par
They do not talk to me star
Now pass me a bud of the kush
Go ahead and open the jar
Dread growin', I'm back on my Bob Marley, where my guitar
Hear the way the beat slap?
That be my brother Kamaal
We get together for ya'll
Now peep the way we ball

[Hook - Q-Tip & Busta Rhymes:]
We taking off
You see us
We taking off
We taking off(off off off)
I said that we taking off
Never off of the work
Never off of the grind
But we taking off
You see us
We taking off
We taking off(off off off)
But we taking off
Never off of the work
Never off of the grind

[Verse 2 - Busta Rhymes:]
Now what's the matter with ya'll
Yes I'm talkin' to ya'll
Some of ya'll frown and look at me
And see and wish I would fall
You need to stop staring at me
You need to look at the wall
Or you can look down the hall
Or you can get down and crawl
And while I continue to ball
You can go shop at the mall
Mad cause I tell the truth
And now these guys wanna brawl
They mad cause we do it big
And all ya'll niggas small
Can't fuck with me, not even a little
Matter of fact, overall
Stop being so fuckin' mad
I'm here to make niggas happy
By giving you all that shit
Bitches callin' me Papi
Rockin Givenchy Denim
Even I wanna slap me
For being so disrespectful with it
Nigga get at me
Overseeing the signs
I'm only leaving with dimes
That's real big for the
Little times I invest in the club
Be at the top of the mountain
Flying high like a dub
See how we risin' above, doing the shit that we love

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"We Want In"
(feat. Ron Browz, Flipmode Squad: Spliff Star & Show Money)

"We Want In"
(feat. Ron Browz, Flipmode Squad: Spliff Star & Show Money)



[Chorus: Ron Browz]
If two dollars gettin made, we want in
If a stock is gettin trade, we want in
A record gettin played, we want in
A message to the game, that we want in
Whoaaaaaaohhh, we want in
Whoaaaaaaohhh, this is a fair warning
Whoaaaaaaohhh, we want in
Whoaaaaaaohhh, this is a fair warning

[Busta Rhymes]
Ha, hey ma! Look your child's grown
And I built somethin, Flipmode is touchin down stone
Look you shouldn't have no fear
And now we bringin the streets back, look how it feel out here
Now y'all respect the hard work, but I don't care nigga
We all tryin to eat you better learn how to share
You see the moral of the story and from how it begins
is I'm extortin this whole shit - nigga I want in!

[Chorus]

[Spliff Star]
Open up the blood clat door let me in
before I let the barrel spin and fire off the pin
This is my block (block) this is my shop (shop)
Fuck a ex-cuse, give me mines off the top
What'chu waitin on? All my patience is gone
I ain't waitin on no man, I stick to the program
Keep the pockets bulky like the muscles on Conan, swollen
European cars I be rollin - Spliff!

[Chorus]

[Show Money]
Geah niggaz, this is your fair warning
I give one soo woo to the gang and they on it (soo woo)
Cause you know how I think, drugs and extortion
We tired of waitin nigga we want our portion
You know what we endorsin, more violence and more fortune
Watch how you play with them boys - use caution
It's {Money Roll} geah
And that whole motherfuckin Flipmode, don't cross them

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"What It Is"
(feat. Kelis)

"What It Is"
(feat. Kelis)



Yeah
Flipmode
Neptunes nigga
What you want nigga, yeah
What you want bitches
Keep it goin, c'mon
Keep it goin, c'mon
Keep it goin, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon

[Verse 1]
Who be the father to this
Bounce right here niggas be followin this
Modelin bitches be frontin and be swallowin this
Carry on and yellin, screamin, be hollerin this
Flipmode co-signed to be the sponsor for this
What? To conquer this you need to march on for this
What? Ha, bitches just shake it and wiggle
And start to bake and just giggle
And then get naked a little and shit
Sweat drippin off they face and they nipple and shit
Niggas wildin til they be all tired and crippled and shit
Yeah you buggin on how we be doin it to ya
Til you hate our niggas and shit just like bullets was travelin through ya
Now, from right to left with a capital F
We gon' keep this shit hot to death and we stoppin your breath
Drinkin and buggin and fuckin with them hoes again
But it's nothing cuz y'all niggas know we 'bout to blow again

[HOOK:]
Kelis and Busta
Busta, what it is right now
Yeah
Busta, what it is right now
Eh-heh, eh-heh
Busta, what it is right now
Yeah, eh-heh, eh-heh
Busta, what it is right now
What you want? Eh-heh, eh-heh
Busta, what it is right now
Yeah, eh-heh, eh-heh, eh-heh
Busta, what it is right now
Yeah, what-chu...
Busta, what it is right now
What you want now
Busta, what it is right now
Flipmode, c'mon, c'mon

[Verse 2]
Let me show you what it is right now
Let me... step up and handle my biz right now
Niggas don't even know what it is right now
Got 'em mad as if I was bonin they wiz right now
So let me dig right now all in your ass way she bouncin got my...
Bubbly startin to fizz right now
Ayo, fuck it shit is feeling kinda big right now
Got 'em ready to split a couple of wigs doin tricks wit her ass
Shoulda seen what shorty did right now
Got me stuck on just takin her back to my crib right now
C'mon, the way shorty throwin that ass all over the place
Why shorty dizzy tryin to throw it all up in my face
Oooh... so what you got right now
Cuz we comin to blow the whole entire spot right now
Nigga we hot right now, all you other niggas move your shit over
Because we comin take your slot right now

[HOOK]

[Kelis]
This be the beat to rock for the street
More hot shit we givin you more heat
Feelin that bounce bangin the concrete
Bangin in the club and bangin it in your jeep
Flipmode Squad 2001
Wave your hands and rep where you from
We keepin it street cuz that's how we live
It's what it is baby, it's what it is baby

[Verse 3]
C'mon
See what it is is that we smokin got you open my nigga
Reppin til the very last word is spoken my nigga
Think we jokin we be makin niggas soakin they clothes
While niggas is runnin and wildin busy scopin these hoes
Bitches is runnin and wildin scopin niggas wit dough
While we keepin niggas open like we smokin the 'dro
Heh, see what it is is that we create a ruckus
Cuz that's what we love to do muh'fuckas, c'mon

[HOOK]

Flipmode nigga, c'mon
Violator muh'fucka, c'mon
We got Kelis muh'fucka, c'mon
Neptunes muh'fucka, c'mon, yeah
Bus-A-Bus muh'fucka, c'mon , yeah
Everybody in the spot, c'mon, yeah
What it is right now, c'mon
Bus'll tell ya what it is right now, c'mon
Bus'll tell ya what it is right now, c'mon
2001 hot shit, c'mon
Hot shit, hot shit, hot shit, c'mon

 

[fox69]

"What The Fuck You Want?!"

"What The Fuck You Want?!"


Flipmode motherfuckas
Flipmode motherfuckas
What the fuck you want
What the fuck nigga
What you want
What the fuck nigga (We gon hit it down like this nigga what)
Check it out

I be
Testing your fate and wrecking your face
Invading your space
And watch the tables turn like you're trading a place
I pull stunts like evil kadeival
Me and my people fly like an eagle
And blow your entire cathingil
Hurry hurry
Don't worry worry
Hit y'all with a flurry flurry of jazz
Leaving y'all niggas blurry blurry
Brew up some shit like I'm cooking for y'all
When I'm done then I come looking for y'all
(Huh huh hold up hold up)
Federal cases cause nuff bodies end up in medical places
In they blood finding them chemical traces
Leaving special investigators going through skeptical phases
While we getting money the decimal changes
I was a seven-day affentice apprentice
Now I strike with a vengeance
Blowing the door right up off of the hinges
This be that put you out of your misery song
And make you ask your man is this the joint he dissing me on
That's when I ask

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What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga

Moving your muscle and doing the hustle
See nowadays we getting money like rustle
Who really wanna tussle
Challenge the super saber in a nigga
Blast the challenger way out of space like Galica nigga
Battle star Galactica cross my diameter nigga
Derange your whole circular shape into triangular nigga
Yo
So what it was my fault
That I had to bring this shit to a screaming halt
What you need to do is open up the vault
That's why I make sure that my vest will be on
So when I blast you and your additional stress will be gone
Then I sprinkle just a little bit of salt on your plans
And watch your shit shrivel up right in the palm of my hands
I ain't afraid of ya
But I thank all of my niggas for saving ya
I was about to take you back
To when your mother was making ya
Clapping you up
Slapping you up
Trapping you up
Holding you hostage
Duck taping and Saran wrapping you up
Yo
First she was sober
I smell aroma
Put you in a Trans
And slip into an irreversible coma
Fuck y'all cubic zirconium niggas it's over
Closing in on all y'all niggas
While we're moving in a little closer
Then I evaluate and elaborate
Confiscate your shit and dare your ass to retaliate
That's when I ask

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