Busta Rhymes

[fox69]

"What You Know About It"
(performed with Reek Da Villian feat. J-Doe)

"What You Know About It"
(performed with Reek Da Villian feat. J-Doe)



[Intro:]
Nigga, you know who the fuck we is?
(The Conglomerate...)

[Verse 1:]
Fuck boy, I'm a money hoe
I truck a wealthy nigga 'fore you ever see my money low
Alfredo, I got fettuccini, they be rappin'
Talkin' all that money they never seen
Frontin' like you got bank roll
Nigga, you don't make dough
Birthday over, one slice left of cake, though
They be on that funny shit, we be on that money shit
Catch 'em drinkin', pull up on that bar, give you a 20 clip
Rap life, trap life, black white, stash pipes
Back streets maskin' up watchin' for the flashlights
Your girl wanna suck me off, she ain't have to ask twice
Big strong brother and I'm out like it's my last night
Cocaine cowboy, long island D-Boy
Blow is raw and that thing gleamin' like Leroy
Black and yellow Smith & Wesson that's my bumble bee toy
And they gon' reminisce over your ass, trouble T-Roy
Yeah! Yeah! When I let that thing go
The whole club sleepin' on the floor like it's hangover
Monday is Juliette's, Tuesday is Green House
Wednesday and butter, I'm a pull out all this green
And let it go!

[Hook:]
What you know about it?
Get green, whip clean, what you know about it?
Put them, put them hands up if you know about it
Don't never see a broke motherfucker 'round me
What you know about it?
Get green, whip clean, what you know about it?
Put them, put them, put them hands up if you know about it
You ain't never seen a broke motherfucker 'round me

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
Mad machete, Busta Rhymes, you ain't ready, boy
Fuckin' somethin' up when it's comin' to that fetti, boy
Lil' lame niggas better get your parachute and jump
Get up off my plane 'fore my niggas para-shoot-you-up
Think I'm sayin' peace when I throw them fuckin' deuces up?
I'm only signalin' niggas to start hangin' them nooses up
Somebody gonna die, break a branch just to beat you
Go! Chop the body parts and let the pigs eat you
Holes through every part of your body we can see through
Continue blowin' the cannon, I wouldn't wanna be you
I let it go like I'm sick and hear voices
Spend money like a nigga copped a fleet of Rolls Royces
Prepared to purchase everything while exploring the choices
Then enjoy eatin' your food like I'm eatin' lobsters and oysters
Time and time again I got 'em walkin' like a fiend walk
I'm done speakin' to niggas, I'm a let the homie Doe talk

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
Brought twenty thou out and I'm a blow it
Your man pullin' fifteen hundred out just to show it
If shorty ain't drinkin' hard liquor we'll Moet
Then it's to the Tele suite afterward so she can hoe it
She gon' swallow all of me, I'm a blow her brains out
My kids need a place to live, her mouth like a safe house
Loud pack of kush and that Goose got me spaced out
Standin' on the sofa fadin', sweatin' all my waves out (faded)
In my new Trews, slow bucks, long sleeve
Lookin' like I need to be posin' under palm trees
And I'm quick to let my four squirt
Unemployed gangster nigga, you don't want no work
We live by the hustler testament
We cop a brick and take it to the floor like we wrestling
Throw it in the pot with the fish and we stretchin' it
Go and hug the corner like we sexin' it, fuck boy
Eighteen-wheeler jewelry game truck, boy
She ain't drop, don't be a hater, let her cook, boy
My chrome and black nina call her lady luck
And any time you see her goin' down she gon' give it up
Like, let it go!

[Hook]

Let it go...

 

[fox69]

"What You Wanna Do"
(performed by J-Doe)

"What You Wanna Do"
(performed by J-Doe)



[Intro:]
Yeah
Yeah
Watch me

[Verse 1:]
Look, ok, J-Doe in up in the damn box
You might even drop a shit on anything hot
Encore if it's R&B or reggae if it's pop
When it come to hip-hop nigga I got a lock
I don't fuck with haters just how I don't fuck with cops
I learned on my block when I see your own talk
A hundred chicks is calling me, they follow me and Flox
Young nigga coming from the bottom to the top
They love it, bad bitches in my front row
They crushin, I tell em come up to the penthouse
They Russian, them Grammies and plaques on the wall
Don't touch em, why you callin me baby in the bed
With this fuckin, yea I'm buzzin in the street, I got em blushing in the cheeks
I'm telling every bitch I meet oh yea you fuckin with a beast
Okay it's nothing to a G, I'm getting money, can't you see?
They can't, nobody fuck with me
And if you think you can then wuchu wanna do?

[Hook:]
What you gonna do? What you gonna do?
What you gonna do? What you gonna do?
What you gonna do? What you gonna do?
What you gonna do? What you gonna do?

Okay, what you gon' say?
What you gon' do?
When I see your girls
Comin' for you
(I'm just a smooth ma'fucka)
She ain't gon' say no

What you gonna do? What you gonna do?
What you gonna do? What you gonna do?
What you gonna do? What you gonna do?
What you gonna do? What you gonna do?

[Verse 2:]
Okay, if we get closed, that's the thing you're standing next to
Don't be actin cool, nigga I ain't never met you
I'm a whip that ass, ain't nobody gonna rescue
You ain't gotta sneeze for me to bless you
Yea I had no girl, then I used her like a restroom
On my line every day and she don't even text you
She can stay over here, that's how niggas from the west do
Even if she go sleep over, she stay in the guest room
Yea I'm whippin niggas ass on this microphone shit
And I'm filin no trends, bitch I'm on my own shit
Niggas in this industry be walkin on that clone shit
Gotta pay attention to the niggas you do songs with
I ain't letting whack ass half ass rappers
Get up on no song with me, that's working ass rackots
No one gotta take it with me up in this damn thang
And if you got a problem nigga that's what numbers say
Aye, what you gonna do?

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"What's It Gonna Be?!"
(feat. Janet Jackson)

"What's It Gonna Be?!"
(feat. Janet Jackson)



[Busta Rhymes]
Ah ah
Ah ah
Ah, ah.. c'mon
Ah, ah, ah uh uh-uh
Uhhh, ahhh
Yeah, Busta Rhymes
Janet Jackson, here we go, one time!

Baby just tell me just how you feel (how you feel)
We livin it I'm just givin it to you real, baby c'mon
Ev-erytime we crossin the borderline
Be giving it to you makin you feel fine, turn the heat up
Better believe we gon' shine, make your body wind
Baby the pleasure is all mine -- to my people
who be regulating the dancefloor (dancefloor)
Better step to your business and handle yours, how we do it?
Making your people just wanna bounce and get busy
because you know that we always'll hit you off, what you say?
You wondering why you feeling the force (force force)
And don't you worry cause yo we ready to floss (floss floss)
Mohicans'll always a put you on
And blow the spot til the very second I'm gone - get your groove on
Now that you tired I hope your body recoupin
because we keepin you movin that's what we doin and you know we're

[Janet Jackson][(Busta Rhymes)]
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Yeah, yeah, gonna make your body wet)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Yeah yeah, make your body just scream out yeah yeah)
Gonna make gonna make you think of naughty things
(Ha ha, make you think of naughty things)
Like me on you (or me on you) and you on me (yeah, what it's gon' be?)
What's it gonna be?!

Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Ah, ah, ah, make your body wet, c'mon)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Hah, make your body scream yeah yeah, yeah yeah!)
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body cream
(Make your body cream)
Make you have wet dreams (make you have wet dreams)
What what what, what's it gonna be?!

[Busta Rhymes]
What what, what, party people
seeing you waving your hand high
Hot shit, burning you making your ass fry, baby c'mon
Give you the shit what that make you quiver while I deliver
the shit that'll hit you right in your live
Always SoundScan'n, we never leavin you hangin
I'm always doin my thang and my music always be bangin, so check it
You know we be always movin the crowd (crowd)
Type of feeling that make you wanna go play it loud (loud) whattup?
*echoes* WHEN, WE, COME, and hit YOU
Best believe, we really gon' get YOU
Light up whatever you wanna flaunt
Cause we be dippin it baby, so what you want? Here we go
Paintin the picture we keep it hot in the winter
Now big up my people you know I'm always wit'cha -- Flipmode!
We blowin and takin over the planet - full blast
Hittin with Busta Rhymes and Janet and you know we're gonna

[Janet Jackson][(Busta Rhymes)]
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Ah ah, ah ah, gonna make your body wet)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Yeah, gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah)
Gonna make gonna make you think of naughty things
(Uh uh, make you think of naughty things)
Like me on you (or me on you) and you on me
What's it gonna be?! (what it's gon' be?)

Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Ah ah, yeah, we gonna make your body wet)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Ha ha, gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah!)
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body cream
(Yeah! Hah, gonna make your body cream)
Make you have wet dreams (make you have wet dreams)
What what what, what's it gonna be?!

[Busta Rhymes][(Janet)]
What, what, what.. what what?
We gonna make your body feel wet (WET)
We gonna make your body say yeah (YEAH!)
I wanna know where my road dawgs is it
I wanna know where my live women is at - Where you at?
We gonna make your body feel wet (WET)
We gonna make your body say yeah (YEAH!!)
Now everybody wave your hand real high - real high
And let me see you all put em up in the sky - c'mon
Makin my niggaz just say HO, word up
And makin you women just say AH, baby c'mon
Bringin it to you in many ways
We makin and takin you people right through another phase, c'mon
We rocking it baby that's how we dropping it baby
There ain't no stopping it baby I know we driving you crazy
And then we hit with the greatest of all times - times times
No matter what you do baby, we gon' shine and you know we're gonna

[Janet Jackson][(Busta Rhymes)]
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Yeah, gonna make your body wet)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Ah, gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah)
Gonna make gonna make you think of naughty things
(Yeah! Gonna think of naughty things)
Like me on you (or me on you) and you on me
What's it gonna be?! (yeah, what it's gon' be?)

Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Hah, yeah, we gonna make your body wet)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Hah, we gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah!)
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body cream
(Yeah! Hah, gonna make your body cream)
Make you have wet dreams (make you have wet dreams)
What what what, what's it gonna be?!
(What, what, what, what it's gon' be?)

Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Hah, yeah, gonna make your body wet girl)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Hah, yeah, gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah)
Gonna make gonna make you think of naughty things
(Yeah! Gonna think of naughty things)
Like me on you (or me on you) and you on me
What's it gonna be?! (what it's gon' be?)

Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Ah, yeah, gonna make your body real wet girl)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Hah, gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah!)
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body cream
(Yeah! Gonna make your body cream)
Make you have wet dreams (make you have wet dreams)
What what what, what's it gonna be?!
(What what what, wha-what what WHAT?!)

Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Hah, gonna make your body wet girl)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Yeah, gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah)
Gonna make gonna make you think of naughty things
(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! You gon' think of naughty things)
Like me on you (like me on you) and you on me
What's it gonna be?! (what it's gon' be?)

Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Hah, gonna make your body real wet)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Yeah, gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah!)
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body cream
(Yeah! Gonna make your body cream)
Make you have wet dreams (make you have wet dreams)
What what what, what's it gonna be?!

[Busta Rhymes]
What wha-what, what, what what it's gon' BE?!
Busta Rhymes, and Janet Jackson
Finally
Flipmode baby what?
Yeah yeah, what it's gonna be?
What it's gon' be?!
What it's gon' be?!
What's it gonna be?!
What what what, wha-what WHAT?!
Yeah
Uh uh uh, ah ah, ah ah, ah, ah-ah
Close the door nigga (YES!)

 

[fox69]

"Wheel Of Fortune"

"Wheel Of Fortune"


[Harmonizing "back on my bullshit" for 46 seconds]

Hey ya'll niggaz thought I wasn't nice
with the second tune and shit
he he he he he oh shit

Ayo Dj Scratch
Th-this how you want me to set it homie

[Verse 1 - Busta Rhymes]
I hope you ready to march niggaz, hut two three four
Back with the gangsta of rap, retort
I hope somebody quickly call up a doctor
Go get a medic, cause somebody 'bout get finally resected
Oh shit nigga goin' insane, muthafucka
'Bout to bloodshed ya cell membrane, shit the propane bitch
The fine cocaine, lil' nigga you touch the shit that ya can't contain I
Fill'em with octane, light another fire nigga
'Till I'm high killa, ignite another flame ah, sorry I dig his talent
Well tie ya little lame look, Ok it don't matter
Cause I'm the one to blame I'm, startin' to act strange
Facin' every challange shit, incredible hope
Lyrical amalgam bitch, oh my gosh, oh my gosh
I'ma band and oh ring everything like El DeBarge

[Hook]
(oooh ooooh and I like it I like it)
And so I said and so I said
Excuse me dear -- My gosh you look nice
Put ya money on her -- better double the price
But let's get it niggaz and jump
(Behind the wheel of fortune) HEY
And let's jump
(Behind the wheel of fortune) HEY
All my niggaz jump
(Behind the wheel of fortune) HEY
My ladies jump
(Behind the wheel of fortune) HEY

[Verse 2 - Busta Rhymes]
I'ma take off my jacket now, you see I'm back on my bull shit
You tired lil' niggaz go in line, watch how
I vibe on mine, I'm shifting the climate, quiet
And if you wan' test what I'm on bitch
I wish you niggaz try it, uhh-uh-uhh, I mentioned that I'm back
To cause the riot, (hot drops), and I come to supply it
Hu-hu you niggaz on a diet, you can't stop it, then I drop
Ya know ya can't deny it, my home boy you know that I'm a crook
And I'ma try it, while I'm counting this money and I hide it
I'm taking it back, puttin' ya hands in my eyes, can't see
You get to puttin' yo eyes on me, look, look how I drop shit
I got hit, I won't quit, and bet you see I'm back in a cockpit
I'm coming back like I'm moving the crooks
Everybody gather around, and get ya to singin' the hook

[Hook]
(oooh ooooh and I like it I like it)
And so I said and so I said
Excuse me dear -- My gosh you look nice
Put ya money on her -- better double the price
But let's get it niggaz and jump
(Behind the wheel of fortune) HEY
And let's jump
(Behind the wheel of fortune) HEY
All my niggaz jump
(Behind the wheel of fortune) HEY
My ladies jump
(Behind the wheel of fortune) HEY

Pretty good for a sound check nigga

 

[fox69]

"When Disaster Strikes"

"When Disaster Strikes"


Yeah..
Good God!

[in background:] "Tra-la-la-la-lah" [4X]
Yeah, for all you motherfuckers across the whole entire galaxy
Busta Rhymes and the whole entire Flipmode Squad
Back at y'all motherfuckers in 1997
[in background:] "Tra-la-la-la-lah" [4X]
Hah, When Disaster Strikes, When Disaster Strikes
Take a look and sit on the sidelines and bear witness
Hah!

On and on, return from the future like a centurion
All my affili-ates.. let's stack another mill-ion
While you learn on how the words go to my motherfucking song
Watch me puts it on.. it keeps you open all day long
The way we fuck shit up you thinkin somethin must be wrong
Set the high standards for corny niggaz to get the gong
Bleach your ass blonde and black your color back to bronze
On Happy Days I be the coolest nigga like The Fonz
So spectacular how I touch souls from here to Africa
My Zimbabwe niggaz bangin my joints up in they Acura
Pssh, OOH! Makin you feel the funk from bumper to bumper
Drive an imported 500 in foreign license plate numbers, ha ha
Laugh at ya, oh, me and my passengers
flip ass niggaz over quick like frying pan spatulas
Why do you be wastin your time, bein mad at us?
Every voice should sing and help the music sound miraculous!

[in background:] "Tra-la-la-la-lah" [4X]
Yes yes y'all! Flipmode Squad y'all
We reign supreme in 1997
When Disaster Strikes, you will all feel
[in background:] "Tra-la-la-la-lah" [4X]
When Disaster Strikes, you will all see
When Disaster Strikes, you will all bear witness
to The Most High Exalted

Yo.. now check it out, yo
I keeps flows so ridiculous
Rhyme flow taste good like a handful of cherry licorice
Practice your rhyme or be the local practitionist
Well you can try bein a doctor or bein a local obstetricianist
See, you can be somethin
Quit tryin to work so fuckin hard to-wards nothin
This rhyme shit was never designed for every swollen muffin
Yo, I'm sayin..
Why y'all niggaz think that y'all could really see my Squad?
And if we hit you hard that's when you feel the power of the God
Do it right and big up my peeps and A*Alikes
On alike, repel, especially feel When Disaster Strikes
Extremely delicate like the blowin out of candlelights
The quiet killings of projects niggaz whenever they wanna fight
That type of shit that shine and blind a nigga eyesight, aiiight?
We keepin it tight, y'all niggaz don't want it right?
You will never ever get no wins inside _mi casa_
We killin all impostors like we kill the cucurachas
Bounce to award ceremonies like we winnin Oscars
Rhymin rastas, eatin enough exotic pasta, hah! Yo..
We keep it movin for all of y'all
Freak y'all niggaz out while I'm makin y'all niggaz fall
Disaster will hitcha quick any time you wanna brawl
Perm, press, a nigga back, peel them of the wall
So tell me, why do you be wastin your time, bein mad at us?
Every voice should sing and help the music sound miraculous!

[in background:] "Tra-la-la-la-lah" [4X]
Hah, oh yes y'all!
This situation.. has now been brought before your very eyes
And as we carry on Flipmode Squad continues to conquer the world
[in background:] "Tra-la-la-la-lah" [4X]
When Disaster Strikes, you will all fear
When Disaster Strikes, you will all bear witness
to The Most High Exalted, hah!

 

[fox69]

"Where We Are About To Take It"

"Where We Are About To Take It"


Brand new, yea brand new
Ha, brand new for all y'all massive and crew
people across the world
Yea Busta Rhyme hot shit more and more and more
Motherfuker Flipmode nigga
More advanced technology for y'all niggas
Check it out y'all
Follow instructions

Hop skip jump makin' ya flip
Dislocate your hip bone vertabrate slip
Shut ya lip and talk shit, lost ya grip
On the realist thing in life niggga pass the clip
Makin' ya beg for your life, quickly strip
Oh shit, make you give me all of your belongings quick
Come up off of that ya get smacked, knock ya bitch back
Blow make ya go back to the way you use to act
Get money, fuck the bull shit ain't nuthin' funny
Nowadays violate quick, will ya face bloody
Freak show have a nigga whole shit crisp
Break ya face from the swing of my hand, flick of my wrist
Dismiss all y'all niggas and ball up my fist
I hate a fake nigga and you at the top of the list
Wait regardless how you skip around the fat remains
You a bitch now learin' how to play these games
Exercise the right to rip shit every nite
Precisely, niggas be nicely doin' it right
Holy mackerel, nuthin' less than actual factual
Stay reppin' even when we conversate casual
Read it in your manual
Attend to our annual get together
Sarinate in luxury, doin' what ever
Doin' my thing, Trevade bumps King
Truck jeweling it, watch the medallion swing
So fast nigga forget shit as time past
Break a piece of glass quick to amputate your ass
The title wave movin' faster than the speed of sound
Gargantua, weighing in at a million pounds
The more the heavy the more the solid
My niggas run thick
Fast to bap the John type, my niggas murder you quick
Yo, take it easy while back at the ranch
you talk to much you get beat with a tree branch
The most influential, whether in projects or
suburban residential
Fuck that
We keep the livest niggas happy then we blow the
spot quick, give me money make it snappy
Oh my God, Flipmode is the Squidaud
It's war if you dare step foot in my yard
My protocol is to create
Substances abuse lyrics like alcohol
Nigga try to recall
When I hit you you ain't even know that you was gonna fall
Cut your shit up turned around and bumped your head and all
Leavin' lizard
Always remain grand wizard
Fuck around and sleep nigga you get caught up in my blizzard
askin who is it
My niggas ain't around I ain't with it
Aiiyo yo yo yo
We here to stay fuck payin a visit
So consistent, demand everybodys assistant
Let us reach for all things without any resistant
Fatality, for all those in the world that might be mad at me
Suffer in the faces of my immortality
To the one who didn't make it
Now in every way I hope you know where we about to take it
In every way I hope you know where we about to take it
Now in every way I hope you know where we about to take it
In every way I hope you know where we about to take it
In every way I hope you know where we about to take it
Now in every way I hope you know where we about to take it
In every way I hope you know where we about to take it
take it [repeat to end]

 

[fox69]

"Where's My Money?"

"Where's My Money?"


[INTRO]
Ayo Green... I feel like I'm turnin green too!
From Bill bitch b!... to some incredible Hulk shit!
I don't even know why you give me shit like this to spit to?
I'm sure we speak the same language
Fuck you bitches... pay me!

[VERSE 1]
(HAA)
Wait a minute... came to go get it... ranger fitted
Whenever it come to paper... better know I'm major with it
Make it rain a major blizzard... leather alligator lizard
I Talledega race any challenger name a didgit
Even if on the slightest you take a smidget
or dare touch my revenue I slice you with the razor quit it
Icey till I make it frigid... (BURRRR)...
The laws of physics says it's getting cold...
my money taller than a hall of midgets
I get up all up in it
Kickin down the door (Who is it!?)
Bitch I be the crew of bill collectors... pay the mall a visit
After cleanin bank accounts you questioned if I gave a shit
if not I tell the truth so you could tell em that the player did it (HEYAAA)
It's ok I say a prayer it's the mayor bititch
slayer givin you another layer of the data tritick
Bust rhymes... hittin you with punch lines
Funny how I fuck dimes... bitch you know I want mine
Where my fuckin money?!

[HOOK]
I ain't speakin foreign... you know what I'm saying
Better have my bread nigga I ain't playin
(Bitch... where my fucking money?)
Mark every word... spoken reddish so your pussy
If you think I'm jokin?
(muhfucker... where my fuckin money?)
Think I still ain't crazy cause I cut my dread
And if you short my cake I'm off side of your head
(bitch where my fuckin money?)

[VERSE 2]
(OHHHH)
Critical it's pitifull I'm cynical
How I deliver lyricals and take these other niggas paper
Topsy-tervy contraversy I'm so thirsty go no mercy
For some of these bitches... I collect my money now and later
Keep it movin with the clique... while making bitches hit the strip
Cake up everyday I wake I RATE the way my money flip
I want it's mine... borderline... call it crime... all the shine I'm takin it
Ain't no mistakin it nigga what's yours is mine
No need to second guess it check I'm the gloss and grind
the gritty and the floss, the profit and the loss all intertwined
Because I profit from your losses
You don't want it... you should get it
In the hood with you money... I extended my line of credit
The medic... doctor ryhmes that put you on a dihharettic shrinkin up a nigga pockets
Simple niggaz style pathetic
Bust rhymes... hittin you with punch lines
Funny how I fuck dimes... bitch you know I want mine
Where my fuckin money?!

[HOOK]
I ain't speakin foreign... you know what I'm saying
Better have my bread nigga I ain't playin
(Bitch... where my fucking money?)
Mark every word... spoken reddish so your pussy
If you think I'm jokin?
(Muhfucker... where my fuckin money?)
Think I still ain't crazy cause I cut my dread
And if you short my cake I'm off side of your head
(bitch where my fuckin money?)

 

[fox69]

"Why Stop Now"
(feat. Chris Brown)

"Why Stop Now"
(feat. Chris Brown)



Turn my fucking beat up, fucking beat up, fucking beat up
Turn my fucking beat up, fucking beat up, fucking beat up
Turn my fucking beat up, fucking beat up, fucking beat up

[Chorus]
Uh, yeah! We can do anything,
Walk into anywhere and buy anything!
I'll be chilling, I ain't worry about anything
Why stop now? I can have everything!
Yeah! I can have everything!
Yeah! I can have everything!
Yeah! I can have everything!
Why stop now? I can have everything!

Now, every single time I get up in a building
And I touch it, and I get it popping, you can never stop it
And I load a gun
I know they wondering on how a nigga does it when a black in every hood
And every street and then I'm flooding.
Making every DJ wanna bring it back, and then they're robbing
Making other niggas starve when ain't no food up in their cupboard
See the way I got em spittin' em
I got a nigga running for the way that I be getting on the beat
And I'll be dumbing, I'll be dumbing
Oh, shit
I wanna see ya'll do that on YouTube
Let me dibble and dabble with the flow,
And Let me show you niggas how I really mix it up
Yep, I'm a slow it down a little
Nah I think it better me to flip it up, (Kill 'em)
Switch it up and about to bitch it up
I wanna see your bottles in your hands
Nigga get it up. (HO!)
Throw the money all around until it hit the ground,
And make a Shawty wiggle before she pick it up! (WOO)
You know this shit was kinda dead before I had to step up all in the spot and really lift it up (Damn!)
And so I'm bussin' in your head and then I throw a little coke up in that shit until they sniff it up
And see you know that when I come I hit it up, I kill it till a nigga body get the stiffing up you need to better know that
I can do anything that I want niggas already be knowing Imma give it up

[Hook]
Yeah, yeah! We can do anything,
Walk into anywhere and buy anything
I'll be chilling, I ain't worry about anything
Why stop now? I can have everything
Yeah! I can have everything
Yeah! I can have everything
Yeah! I can have everything
Why stop now? I can have everything

All right, I'mma let y'all niggas calm down for a minute
And get y'all shit together
This is what I need ya'll to do!
Clap, clap, clap, clap
Let's go!

OK, come around, see me put it down just a little bit
Ball and I'm heavy ya'll already know exactly what to do
Somebody better get the crown when a nigga spit (hurry)
Make sure you polish it a little before you bring it to me while I lock it down with another hit. (You all ready)
And you ain't even gotta ask, and you already know another bangers what you gonna get!
Yeah! Better bounce when say silvers like magic
When a nigga's been presto
And if you're really with me, and you're ready, let's go!
Rhyme with a nigga like we on a metro
Ya'll already know my deal anyone, anywhere, anything from the very intro
And I be the most everything
And you should have knew that from the very get go

[Hook]
Yeah, yeah, We can do anything,
Walk into anywhere and buy anything
I'll be chilling, I ain't worry about anything
Why stop now? I can have everythin'
Yeah! I can have everythin'
Yeah! I can have everythin'
Yeah! I can have everythin'
Why stop now? I can have everythin'

Just watch ‘em close, see how they ball, on how the god delivers
Now we blacking in this bitch, until the police come and get us
Watch and you could see it
Who fucking with us?
Waka shit and fuck all on the beat and kill a couple niggas
Oh, oh
Everybody know what the fuck it is
True
And then I bang 'em and I beat them in the heads
Niggas know what I do until I split a couple of wigs
And you know that when I got him,
And I hit him from the bottom,
You don't want a nigga, really though
And I'll be doing anything that I want
It don't matter where we at, I'mma let it go

[Hook]
Yeah, yeah, We can do anything,
Walk into anywhere and buy anything
I'll be chillin', I ain't worry about anythin'
Why stop now? I can have everything
Yeah, I can have everything
Yeah, I can have everything
Yeah, I can have everything
Why stop now? I can have everything

 

[fox69]

"Why Stop Now (Remix)"
(feat. Chris Brown, Lil Wayne, & Missy Elliott)

"Why Stop Now (Remix)"
(feat. Chris Brown, Lil Wayne, & Missy Elliott)



[Intro]
Turn my fucking beat up [x3]
(Turn my mic up to)
(Remix)

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Uh, yeah! We can do anything
Walk everywhere and buy anything! (REEMIX)
I’ll be chilling, I don’t worry about anything (REEMIX)
Why stop now? I can have everything! (Part 2)
Yeeeah! I can have everything!
Yeeeah! I can have everything!
Yeeeah! I can have everything!
Why stop now? I can have everything!

[Busta Rhymes]
Find the nearest exit
Everybody better find the nearest exit
See the way I killed very nigga in this bitch
Somebody please tell me where the forensics
Everybody know the God real
Looking like you work in a garage sale
While you hating on one of the greatest
I be in the crib digging in ya mom’s tail
Big old bitch – Avatar
I got her sitting on the dick like I handle bar
Shawty like the way I beat it up
Beat the pretty pussy with a battle scar
Let a nigga eat it up like a caviar
Got her buggin now she wanna carry on
YMCMB, gods of this rap shit that we are
But ya girl look like a little amateur
Wednesday night at the Apollo
But it’s okay ’cause she got a long neck
And I got a dick size only a giraffe could swallow
Sent her back cause they gonna ask tomorrow
Why baby girl did you have to gargle?
If I could have everything
Do me a favour send me a hundred more bottles
Hahaha

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Uh, yeah! We can do anything
Walk everywhere and buy anything!
I’ll be chilling, I don’t worry about anything
Why stop now? I can have everything!
Yeah! I can have everything!
Yeah! I can have everything!
Yeah! I can have everything!
Why stop now? I can have everything!

[Busta Rhymes]
Aye let me re-introduce ya’ll to my beautiful twin
Oh my God. MISSY…

[Missy Elliott]
It go 3,4,5,6
On this mic I hot spit
This my time, toc-tic
Im the chick they not fucking wit’
Hit ‘em with hits in the head I spit…
This shit is so ridiculous, sick
Missy like no other chick
Now watch how I kill this remix
I slay these crows
Got more lines than cornrows
You ain't on Missy level
Better get up on ya tippy toes
Really though? Really no!
I’ma blow it up like a torpedo
Who am I? You don’t know?
You can call me the original
I’m the E-double-LL I-O-T-T don’t ever try me on the mic I’ma beast
Eat an emcee like I’m finna have a feast
You better sit down, have a seat
I can do anything, Missy finna change the game
Ya’ll better stay up in ya lane
Now I’mma just make y’all clap ya hands

[Hook: Chris Brown]

[Busta Rhymes]
It’s been officially declared that the martian is back in the building
TUNECHI!!!

[Lil Wayne]
Man, fuck these niggas
Man, fuck these hoes
T just roll a big long blunt
I smoke that bitch till it’s Muggsy Bogues
I ain't got time for that bitch shit
Glock, automatic, no stick shift
My girl pussy bigger than pig lips
My blunts last longer than friendships
Man, I was on my skateboard
It ain't trickin’ if you got it I’ll pay for it
Hol’ up, wait for it
Ketchup, like fake blood
My own funeral I’m late for it
Shout out to my young nigga Ace Hood
I’m fresh out the can I’m canned goods
Two handguns, my hands full
I’m young ill and so mean
I’m one pill from OD’ing
I’m high hoe, my eyes low like Korean’s
I pulled up on that [?]
Thuggin’, bumping Golf Wang
Bitch, I’m higher than Eddie Cane
Tunechi I can have everything

[Hook: Chris Brown]

 

[fox69]

"Why We Die"
(feat. DMX, Jay-Z)

"Why We Die"
(feat. DMX, Jay-Z)



[DMX]
Uhh, that's some shit..
..that that that niggaz ain't even seen before
That's that shit! (Motherfuckers ain't never seen
nothing like this before, for real man)
It's goin down baby, uhh..
UHH! Busta Rhymes
WHAT?! Uhh, DMX nigga
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh

I see ghosts clearly; even though, most don't hear me
They still wanna get near me - fear me, so I'm leary
Kinda eerie what I'm feelin - from the floor, to the ceilin
Straight through the roof, want the truth?
I kinda miss robbin and stealin
cause it kept a nigga hungry, only eatin when I starved
I was ugly, so I robbed, no one loved me, shit was hard
Went to God once in a while when it got a little too hectic
He was the only one I knew that I respected (WHY?)
Didn't know why, didn't know what I was livin was a lie
If I ain't shit then, why should I try
See, plenty niggaz die, over dumb shit, up in the hood
Real good heart, but up to no good
Thought I did what I could, but I guess it, wasn't enough
The Devil told me it would happen but I kept callin his bluff
When it rains it pours now, my pains are yours
as yours are what's mine, define, revolvin doors (nigga!)

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

(Why?) All my niggaz tell me (why) tell me (we die)
Cause we crazy with it, quick to blaze you with it
From in my soul to every word that I curse
with all the agony expressed in this verse;
let me ask my niggaz (why?)
My niggaz tell me (why) tell me (we die)
Because we Gods nigga (and) we go the yard nigga
Because I walk the ground under my feet
and keep it live and stay in tune with the street
Now let me ask my niggaz (why?)

[Jay-Z]
They say the good die young, in the hood where I'm from
I only got one question to that - why the fuck am I here?
I look to the air, I ask God, "Love me please,"
but in reality, only people that hug me is thieves
Same niggaz that send shots through my rugby sleeves
They wanna, slug me and leave, I'm thinkin it must be me
Please shed light, the hood's dark
I did my dirt but got a good heart
Shouldn't that count for somethin?
I was told I'd amount to nothin, most of my childhood
Liked by folks it was stuntin my growth
Seperated me from the shit I was wantin the most
Felt myself comin close to pumpin them O's
Lump in my throat, chest poked out, face was poker
Tryin to, erase my ghostes, chase the smokers
Got demons on both shoulders,
tryin to chauffeur my life through the streets
In other words nigga my will was weak
Please feel what I speak,
this ain't your average ordinary jargon
weak rap niggaz be talkin
This shit is deep, from the mind of Busta, 'X and me
To all my fallen soldiers, rest in peace, til we meet niggaz

[Chorus w/ minor variations]

[Busta Rhymes]
I must be cuckoo, like I respect the new-you, never
See you too could get it through your FUBU sweater
like a nigga when he walk in the dark, trespassin
on a nigga land, shots echo loud in the park
I live and die for all the shit I believe
And rep for everything I stand for
with every single breath I breathe
Like the intake from cigarette smoke, it's like you inhale
the demon in the gutter stressed struggled and broke
If the shit was all over tomorrow, I'd leave a treasure
for my kids with a legacy for my CHILDREN to follow
You know it's funny how the good die first
Get the peppin in your steppin faggot nigga
cause you could die worse
Hold on, you know I cut off my arm, in the name of reppin
REAL NIGGAZ in the midst of droppin this bomb
Allah blessin me to rep for the better, and carry on
somethin great and keep a nigga name livin forever!

[Chorus w/ minor variations]