Busta Rhymes

[fox69]

"Adorn"
(performed with Miguel, Reek Da Villian & J-Doe)

"Adorn"
(performed with Miguel, Reek Da Villian & J-Doe)



[Intro: Reek Da Villain]
Whoo!
Can't wait to taste your skin
Villain, listen - Miguel
(The Conglomerate)

[Verse 1: Reek Da Villain]
Daughter of a queen, fit for a prince
Took me from a frog to a man with a kiss
Now I'm prince charming, you my miss, darling
Life on a dice game, she my Miss All-In
Fell to the ground and it made my head crack
Know I ball like a nigga with a leg tat
Everyday without you's a major set back
And the way I adorn you, I can't accept that
Naw... I need you, this is far from optional
Get chills from the thought of some other nigga poppin' you
Hold your hand while they roll you through the hospital
I'd give you a child every day if it was possible

[Hook: Miguel]
Ooh babe, my love
Just let my love adorn you
Please, baby... yeah
You gotta know
You gotta know
You know that I adorn you
Yeah baby...
Baby

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
Mommy got a beauty, make me weak until I can't cope
Smelling like a watermelon, Neutrogena bath soap
Now remember that nervous excitement that you used to get
Blood rushin' harder, get to racin' just a little bit
More so from your first woman that you appreciated fully
If she was your first love, 'specially your first pussy
You so in tune with each other, let me inform you
Over protective with the shit we have cause I adorn you
Regulate your ex, I can't help it if he scorn, boo
Only familiar with securing wins, that's what I'm born to do
Call her that "Ain't Nothin' Better"
And focusing on what we got so we can grow together
Let's do it

[Hook]

[Verse 3: J-Doe]
You know it's hard for me to tell you the...
Way you got me feelin' baby
You know cause, 'cause I ain't really with the sucker shit
You know, but I'm trying
Girl I wanna be the only one (the only one)
Aye, but I ain't motherfuckin' stupid
Know niggas gonna be choosing
Tyin' your ass right down, so I make sure your ass is used to
Gettin' fly shit, you know that's my bitch
When you see us, she look more rare than a diamond
Unh - you know I'm playin' on another level
I just wait and spend your rent on another Bezel
Damn...

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Against All Odds"
(feat. Flipmode Squad)

"Against All Odds"
(feat. Flipmode Squad)



[Baby Sham]
Aiyyo, balls your pencils
As hollow tips get in you
Bots cutting to slice your face you
Rhymes is natural
Hold two lives and four wives
Up in the crack capsule
Flipmode cruddy styles has been past you
Rush pass
You couldn't touch cash
If it was under your nose
Like a mustache
Nigga
What ass
Show your whole cheek
Slugs with no heat
Diamonds that don't break
You thugs is so sweet

[Rampage]
I float so much I get seasick
Flipmode is the Squad who I beez with
Who I get plucks with
And push German V's with
Rampage I'm psychic I can see shit
To the next millenium
You not gon be shit
Scratch your name off the list
Cut your wrist
You know the issue
I'm official
When you die none of your niggas is really gon miss you

[Chorus:]
FLIPMODE SQUAD
Here to drop bombs
AGAINST ALL ODDS
Still remain gods
GRIP YOUR ARM
We always come hard
THE WORLD IS OURS
Call a National Guard

[Rah Digga]
Here we go
Any bitch that rhyme wanna flex she ass
I'm stomping all things like I'm plexi-glass
Niggas make way like when they hear sirens
Treat you like park and too close to fire hydrants
All up in the board
Kicking back long islands
Get your wig split first solid defiance
Rah Earth and sun in this Imperial alliance
You do the science

[Spliff Star]
I'm getting money shitting, turn intruders into vixens
Fall off beeper uh-uh niggas stay getting
Dirty nigga for life
That's how Spliff's living
Throwing niggas in caskets
Tired of a yellow ribbons
I buck my duck if you touch my one
Rather Jamaican than belly boy make you people for fun
Fat Man's Son, street educated
The colonel of ghetto jurors, still thug related

[Chorus]

[Lord Have Mercy]
We enemies of three strike felony laws
Gorilla dicking K-Y jelly for whores
Lapdances trap grands without laws
My baby moms, three eighty for your arms
That bust with loud force
The ghetto with us
That bang Makaveli in trucks
That whatever the fuck to give a cheddar in chunks
Who gazey chase
Fake thugs with lazy aid
Track marks
Rap stars
And a rain of aids

[Busta Rhymes]
Yo, what you want from us
Now visualize more of us
Stay toting under my given flavor from Nauticas
Destroy every arch rival or any challenger
Make you remember this day
Nigga mark it on your calendar
I'm showing you something
You ain't saying nothing
My niggas make noise
Like a bunch of volcanoes erupting
None of y'all niggas really wanna war
The type of nigga to crash my plane in your building
In the name of the law

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"All Gold Everything"
(performed with Reek Da Villian & J-Doe with Trinidad James)

"All Gold Everything"
(performed with Reek Da Villian & J-Doe with Trinidad James)



[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Ayo, why you niggas wanna try to complicate shit?
Why y'all niggas wanna try to ask me questions now?
Y'all know what the fuck I do, man
Don't ask me shit, man

[Hook:]
Gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring
Cold all in my watch, don't believe me just watch
Don't believe just watch
Don't believe just watch
Don't believe just watch
Don't believe just watch
Gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring
Cold all in my watch, don't believe me just watch

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Get up off my block, nigga
See the gold Musson drop top, nigga?
Pinky ring make a bitch fart, nigga
30-karat yellow canary rock, in her
Look, you got nerve lil' nigga
King Tut ready, to the curb, lil' nigga
I hope you listenin' to every word, lil' nigga
Full course comin', this the hors d'oeuvre, lil' nigga
Three-kilo gold Cuban on my neck, homie
Three dice roll Cee-Lo when I bet only
All gold uniform like my name Kobe
All gold unicorn pendent on my trophy
World champ of this whole shit, niggas know me
So much gold niggas bitches call me Goldie
Did so much for the game, niggas owe me
For the co-sign I'm the one you gotta go see
Before you niggas try to approach me
Just know I'm in the corner, kinda busy where the hoes be
I'm the coke layin' under where they nose be
You the joke, niggas laughing at you low key
Now get to know the way the bro live
Derek Lam gold frames up on my nose bridge
Gold Ace bottles fillin' up my whole fridge
Showcase models, nails, toes did
Solid gold, kid

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Gold all in my chain, gold all on my wall
Not only do I kill verses, but I wrote all of your favourite songs
Chris Brown, Jamie Foxx, killer rollin' in tank
Yeah I got plaques all on my wall, and I got stacks all in my bank
Nigga, nigga, nigga
How the fuck can you hate, ungh
When I'm just doin' my thing? Aye!
What other nigga you know, write pop songs, rap and make base? None
I am original, these other rappers sound typical
I got it locked in the figure-four
And they could never see me, I'm invisible
And I got...

[Verse 3:]
Gold chain on my frame with the gold Jesus
Whole bank in my jeans I'm a gold Visa
Gold bling in my ring like a Saints helmet
Gold rappers on my dick then your girl pelvis
Fuck, boy... we don't fuck with no broke dudes
My jewelry game is bicoastal
And my piece is on my stomach like soul food
Your homie snitchin', he so fool
Over bread I'm a show him what the toast do
Seein' lines in HD like Pro Tools
Then hit the Hamptons and throw on my boat shoes
Cruise the Atlantic, stoppin' out in Trinidad
Make a movie, turn a island into Cinemax
Gold album would appear from a pen and pad...
Assemble that...

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"All Night"

"All Night"


Turn it up (ha ha ha)
Flimode (ha ha ha)
Busta Rhymes (ha ha ha)
Another banging niggas (ha ha ha)
Another banging niggas (ha ha ha)
Another banging niggas (ha ha ha)
Another banging niggas (ha ha ha)

[Chorus:]

All night
To my east niggas West Coast and dirty south,
we make ya wave your hands up high
Light L's and drink some liquor it make ya wild out
All night
To my niggas and my bitches get money
If ya running with me
Wave your hands up high
A yo I can't see y'all
You know we hang out in the streets y'all
All night

Yes yes y'all
I be the god up in the flesh y'all
Bless y'all
With nothing but the best y'all
Finesse shit and leave the spot up in a mess y'all
Bitches, you know the street shit caress y'all
Sex y'all
And put a bounce up in your breast y'all
Yes y'all we about to taste the success y'all
And quiz niggas like a fucking drug test y'all
And check y'all
And let the livest niggas step in
I keep the burner, what you think I'm turning mine in?
What the fuck,
Now all my live motherfuckers boggart or bring it straight to the front
And let me give y'all niggas just what you want
More fire for ya fresh off the press
Shit blazing to death
Bitches lust talking under they breath
Hope you niggas know to put on your vest
Or get a hole in your chest
Who in this motherfucker
Take you a guess

[Chorus]

Yeah-Yeah All my niggas
Yeah-yeah all my bitches
Yeah-yeah all my thugs
Yeah-yeah all my soldiers
Yeah-yeah all my honeys
Yeah-yeah all my playas
Yeah-yeah all my live niggas c'mon
Yeah-yeah
The grand finale y'all
Put it down and always repping for my family y'all
What, lets form a nation wide rally y'all
Of gutter niggas that will piss up in the alley y'all
Fuck it, now I know you know my rep nigga
And how it's hard to figure out my next step nigga
So step nigga, nigga sit your ass down
The way I mash down
Will only leave a legacy for me to pass down
Don't speak unless you're spoken to
Get broke in two
Flipmode we be the chosen few
Yeah nigga entrap y'all
I know some niggas that'll clap y'all
And strap y'all
Up to a post and back slap y'all
Put y'all in a mailbox and leave open the flap y'all
That's the hap's that make niggas take forever naps y'all
Strap y'all all up inside of your seatbelts
The beats felt like a fire watch the heat melt
Your patent leather stack cheddar nigga
Now or never
Better, whatever nigga feel this hot Beretta
Cause when we come you know we hit you with that shit for the head
With nough shit just like the Lox and the dread
Me and my niggas we be breaking this bread
With all the blood that we bled
See we was broke, now we flossing instead
The shit I drop will never leave you mislead
Might leave you tired of bed
Shit ain't over till' the party is dead

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

Yeah all my live bitches let me see you just
Wave your hands up high
And all my niggas running around getting pussy
All night

 

[fox69]

"Anarchy"

"Anarchy"


[CHORUS]
What this world is comin to, to, to
Can you see, see, see, see
What's in store for you, for you, you, you, you, you, you, you

[Verse 1]
Yo, right before I lay your soul to sleep
Witness the day of your wreckin and wit god on the street
Behold! What the fuck y'all niggas come around here for
We massacre the masses so therefore
Here's your, invitation to explore
The way we gather up niggas to thoroughly rep for
My street niggas, C'mon!
Stressed niggas, C'mon!
Hungry niggas, C'mon!
Yes, yes y'all, C'mon!
Hope my live motherfuckers pass the test y'all
Prepare for high retribution, and I hope God bless y'all (bless y'all)
Fuck shit up and watch the truth manifest y'all (fest y'all)
Feel it in your guts and the burnin in your chest y'all (chest y'all)
Pushin through just like a wild flood
With such a pain that's so intense it make y'all wanna cry blood
My slang talk earned a scholarship, from how to style a chick
Influnce rulership and earn another dollar quick (quick)
You need to do the philisophical research
Fuck around and be the next to die you better leave first
Yo, my whole crew extra large, stay charged
Like polytheism havin belief in many gods
I gotta handful of niggas wit a sick disease
Die close to destructive anti-social tendencies
Yo, turn up the treble just a level
Analyze the science deeper than when Musa symbolized the devil
Now let me ask y'all

[CHORUS]
[you are now in the current state of Anarchy]

[Verse 2]
Ha, all hell break loose
Yo, we fight to the end and never call for a truce
Y'all niggas better pick and choose and select the battles wisely
Always with the same approach and never once surprised me
Ha, however how clever
Niggas is fighting for mad cheddar
Yo, cold like the wind blow in the winter
Make you remember the torture like the frostbite that bit off your finger
This Means War, I said it before
Adrenaline rush, heart beat rapid, sweat wet up the floor
Try to threat and wanna battle me nigga
I'ma show you the major differnce between a dream and reality nigga
Yo, then I continuously hype up a nation
Huddle wit my niggas plan for tomorrow go into isolation
And analyze how many niggas gon lose
Tryin to squeeze they foot up in a pair of great man shoes
And analyze how we was needed to live
Carry out my dooney give the most thanks and be appreciative
Pass this to all my seeds after me
Represent and fight to be that everything my seeds want me to be
The economy has been at it's best, to all my niggas hungry
Let's keep weavin and magical methods of makin money
So I'ma rep at my fullest, you can't spark me
And fight the hardest in the grim current state of Anarchy...

[CHORUS]

 

[fox69]

"Arab Money"
(feat. Ron Browz)

"Arab Money"
(feat. Ron Browz)



[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Ron Browz, yes!
Oh, we back in the most amazin' way
Well, lemme introduce you to the new talk
Let's get straight to it
C'mon!

[Chorus: Ron Browz]
Shalai Lai Lai Halilili Hai Lo!
Hi Li Ba Lai Hey Hi Li Bai Lo!
We gettin' Arab money!
We gettin' Arab money!
Ha La Shiki Hai Lili Ba La!
Milli Ai Lai Shi Lili Ba La!
We gettin' Arab money!
We gettin' Arab money!

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Now, there ain't no way that you could kill the beast dead
I got Middle East women and Middle East bread
I got oil well money in the desert playing golf
Dolce shorts, dashiki with a Louie Scarf
Chest cold, diamonds make a nigga wanna cough
In Dubai, 20 million on the villa loft
And then I step up in the club and then these other niggas mad as shit
The way I make the people wanna sing the hook in Arabic!

[Chorus: Ron Browz]
Shalai Lai Lai Halilili Hai Lo!
Hi Li Ba Lai Hey Hi Li Bai Lo!
We gettin' Arab money!
We gettin' Arab money!
Ha La Shiki Hai Lili Ba La!
Milli Ai Lai Shi Lili Ba La!
We gettin' Arab money!
We gettin' Arab money!

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
Seven star hotels, Maybach, movie sick
Big bitches, knock-kneed camel-toed groupie shit
Women walk around while security on camelback
Club on fire now, niggas don't know how to act
Sittin' in casinos while I'm gamblin' with Arafat
Money long, watch me purchase pieces of the Almanac
Y'all already know, I got the streets buzzin'
While I make you bow down and make Salaat like a Muslim

[Chorus: Ron Browz]
Shalai Lai Lai Halilili Hai Lo!
Hi Li Ba Lai Hey Hi Li Bai Lo!
We gettin' Arab money!
We gettin' Arab money!
Ha La Shiki Hai Lili Ba La!
Milli Ai Lai Shi Lili Ba La!
We gettin' Arab money!
We gettin' Arab money!

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
See, now I take trips to Baghdad dummy
While I use stacked chips and count Arab money now
I don't need to get fresh, about to grow a beard duke
So much cake even the money look weird too
Domestic bread, and I'm broad, I'm tryna eat right
Prince Alwali, Bin Talal, Al Saul
They respect the value of my worth in Maui, Malaysia
Iran and Iraq, Saudi Arabia!

[Chorus: Ron Browz]
Shalai Lai Lai Halilili Hai Lo!
Hi Li Ba Lai Hey Hi Li Bai Lo!
We gettin' Arab money!
We gettin' Arab money!
Ha La Shiki Hai Lili Ba La!
Milli Ai Lai Shi Lili Ba La!
We gettin' Arab money!
We gettin' Arab money!

 

[fox69]

"Arab Money (Remix)"
(feat. Ron Browz, Diddy, Swizz Beatz, T-Pain, Akon, Lil Wayne)

"Arab Money (Remix)"
(feat. Ron Browz, Diddy, Swizz Beatz, T-Pain, Akon, Lil Wayne)



[Busta Rhymes Intro:]
Ayo somebody tell Steven Speilberg & George Lucas
Thank you for directing this movie (hahahaha)
(Hashemeke hayla ha-its the remix!)

[Chorus:]
Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, Al hamdu lillaahi rabill'alamin (Oooohh)
We gettin' Arab money (haha), We gettin' Arab money
Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, Al hamdu lillaahi rabiil'alamin (Oooohh)
We gettin' Arab money (haha), We gettin' Arab money

[Busta Rhymes:]
You can talk about your money but I really dont care
I'm into coppin streets shit I'm trying to buy air
I'm the first black nigga that I rap trillionaire
I control heat I'm 'bout to buy the ozone layer
I'm into coppin minerals now diamonds and granite
So much paper I could probably gift wrap a planet
And clone a million janets respect my company
Asalamalaikumarahmatullahe wa barakatuhu

[Chorus:]
Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, Al hamdu lillaahi rabill'alamin (Oooohh)
We gettin' Arab money (haha), We gettin' Arab money

Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, Al hamdu lillaahi rabiil'alamin (Oooohh)

[Diddy:]
(Ayo busta we gettin this money for a long time mayne)

We gettin' Arab money (haha), We gettin' arab money (Check this out)

[Diddy:]
Allahamdulliah with my billions pilin'
I'm just wildin, bought two islands
Lakshmi makalen
Diamond soundin
'Bout to buy japan, trick im just stylin
Money insane, my generals poppin bottle
I was buyin out planes just to fly around Spain
Fuck a recession, Im still investin
Bout to buy Dubai and swim in the shark section
Fuck, get the dark section (its the remix)
bitch thats the barack section

[Chorus:]
Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, Al hamdu lillaahi rabill'alamin (Oooohh)
We gettin' bad boy money (haha), We gettin' bad boy money
Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, Al hamdu lillaahi rabill'alamin (Oooohh)
We gettin' Arab money (haha), We gettin' Arab money

[Ron Browz:]
Catch me in da coop that cost a hundred thous,
hakala shikmina lady Ron Browz
My money make noise yours quiet as a mouse
Send a email in da boyz in da house
All da girls love me, ya pop bubbly
Hakalashikrhi shorty damn ugly
Findin me in the dance floor doin the dougie
Trucks sittin too next to yo buggy

[Chorus:]
Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, Al hamdu lillaahi rabill'alamin (Oooohh)
We gettin' Arab money (haha), We gettin' arab money
Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, Al hamdu lillaahi rabiil'alamin (Oooohh)

[Swizz Beatz:]
dont even call me swizz no more
call me kaseem dean ?

We gettin' Arab money (haha), We gettin' arab money

[Swizz Beatz:]
When I come through hit you with the brand new
buggati coupe, damn thing only only sits 2
but you know who who ridin in my passenger
Side with me flyin shit 2.5 in it
Hey, hey hey hey hey!
Im in my jeezy watchin TV
She call me her habibi while she feedin me linguini
Left right left right and Arab dance poppin right
Swizz beats busta, money money buss pipes

[Chorus:]
Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, Al hamdu lillaahi rabill'alamin (Oooohh)
We gettin' Arab money (haha), We gettin' Arab money
Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, Al hamdu lillaahi rabiil'alamin (Oooohh)
We gettin' Arab money (haha), (NAPPY BOY!) We gettin' Arab money

[T-Pain:]
I let my chain hang down with the best of dem
Teddy Pain rain down on the rest of dem
misses troopa man heavy holly, get em man, about a man
Rubber band, droppin money bombs like a taliban
(Hallalla) We gettin arab money (money)
u want this hook you gon' pay dat money
Save that money give it to my kids
I'll take that hundred give her all my kids like
(Hallalallalalalallaaaaaaaaaa)

Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, Al hamdu lillaahi rabill'alamin (Oooohh) (Swag)
We gettin' Arab money (swag), We gettin' arab money
Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, (Akon) Al hamdu lillaahi rabiil'alamin (Oooohh) (Konvict)
We gettin' Arab money (swag), We gettin' arab money (Nappy Boy)

Musikkkk
I got dat Arab money (money)
Four- star bismillahirahmanirahim
Straight cash wanna keep on comin
Let me exchange da currency coz its so foreign
I got dat Arab money (money) makin upto 5 kind, your mind's on the money
Diamond mine still runnin
On all of Africa you can ask Tarzan

Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, (hey) Al hamdu lillaahi rabill'alamin (Oooohh)
(Senegal) We gettin' Arab money (Senegal), We gettin' Arab money
Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, (hey) Al hamdu lillaahi rabiil'alamin (Oooohh)
(Konvict) We gettin' Arab money (haha), (Music) We gettin' arab money

[Lil' Wayne:]
Khaled there sayin' he gettin money errday
His smile look like iced out perrier
Bury me a G and tell my kids that I was
Now jump into ya grave do you dig what I dug
Cash money universe, my old town check
20 chains look like a scarf on my neck
Young money entertainment the girls they're fine
And buck a motherfucka in the money hall of fame (Arab money)
ya!

[Chorus:]
Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, Al hamdu lillaahi rabill'alamin (Oooohh)
We gettin' Arab money (haha), We gettin' arab money
Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, Al hamdu lillaahi rabiil'alamin (Oooohh)
We gettin' Arab money (haha), We gettin' arab money

 

[fox69]

"Ass On Your Shoulders"

"Ass On Your Shoulders"


[People talking]

[Hook: Kokane]
Likes to go, eventual
Lead you home, come inside
Why you got your ass on your shoulders
Now, tryin' to spit at a bitch
I lead inside
Why you got your ass on your shoulders

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah bitch put on an outfit, dazzle ya hair
Come in the club fit to take you home and frazzle the hair
Bitch understand I must have got a handle in here
Why you open up ya ass and let me travel in there
Create a scandal in there
Don't talk, let me pull it out to add another angle in there
Let me ride the back of yo ass like a camel in there
Pussy hot like she lit a fuckin' candle in there
Remember I was tryin' to get my drink in the slot
And you was same girl actin' all stinkin' the spot
It was funny how I thought I wasted breath on the broad
A friend couldn't find her cause shorty left with the God
And then I took her back to the crib, you can figure it out
I'm diggin' it out with the dick in her mouth
Get cha' homegirl to come start lickin' ya out
And swingin' about until I start kickin' em' out
Because ya...

[Hook: Kokane]

[Busta Rhymes]
I'm sayin' she fuck a nigga like she want the God to lay in a hearse
Makin' me curse, hope you relate to my verse
And what be makin' it worse
That they be the same bitches frontin' like they wasn't with it at first
Actin' too good for niggas with your ass on your shoulders
But now you'll be fuckin' a nigga till he fall in a coma
I remember how you acted in the front of ya friends
As I remember now you give me head in front of my Benz
So now I'm smackin' it up, while you backin' it up
With a car load of bitches now I'm packin' it up
Now ya whole crew comin' and we whackin' em' up
Let me beat the pussy till I start blackin' it up
Got bitches diggin' in my back scratchin' it up
Got em' screamin' shatterin' glass crackin' it up
Get cha' homegirl to come start lickin' ya out
Ass swingin' about till I start kickin' em' out
Because ya...

[Hook: Kokane]

[Busta Rhymes]
Sayin' in ya crib gettin' ya shit right sprayin' yourself
With perfume that mean the dude start playin' yourself
Ya too fly to let ya friends know ya lovin' a nigga
So instead ya front like you ain't really fuckin' a nigga
But still I really love to sit on my dough
And there's nothin' I love when ya keep ya shit on the low
Get cha' homegirl to come start lickin' ya out
Ass swingin' about till I start kickin' em' out
Because ya...

 

[fox69]

"Betta Stay Up In Your House"

"Betta Stay Up In Your House"


[Busta Rhymes]
Yea, I know it's kinda cold outside
Bring your nasty ass inside
("Eddie you should know better.." - [C. Mayfield])
Play yourself a dark corner motherfucker, yea
("Brother, you know you're wrong.." - [C. Mayfield])

Come on, can't stop, won't stop, rockin' for you niggas
'Cause I rep the street and Johnnie Cochran for you niggas
And I, got a state gun cockin' for you niggas
(twenty-one) legal (gun) shots

[Rah Digga]
Poppin' for you niggas
And I, blow tones, more force than cyclones
Shit is on everytime I catch a Ron Jones
Thug bitch, rock boots and hoops with rhinestones
(Got the) key (to the) city and (run the crime zone)

[Busta Rhymes]
Now come on, take something, shake something, break something
Stop, close your shop, you niggas ain't sayin' nothin'
Niggas be frontin' and knowin' they ain't really weighin' nothin'
Betta (stop) 'fore we (pop) and really (get to sprayin' something)

[Busta] Flood it up
[Digga] Whip it up
[Busta] Smoke it up
[Digga] Blooded up,
Niggas straight tryin' to brake, I tell 'em shut it up,
I spit the ill for real, ain't nothin' buttered up,
(Flipmode) doin' it (everybody) love it up

[Chorus]
East coast, what up? West coast, what up?
Midwest, what up? Dirty South, what up?
All my chickenheads, put it in your mouth,
It's Flipmode, better stay up in your house
All my thugs, what up? Thug bitches, what up?
Street niggas, what up? Stack riches, no doubt
We got the block locked take another route,
It's Flipmode, better stay up in your house
My niggas HOOK

[Rah Digga]
Dirtiest, wordiest, Jersey it's wetter than a mile
I stalk like pedophiles, no body get's saved when I bless the child
Gettin' (eight) like (snapper) you too fessed to vow

[Busta] Hold up
[Digga] Run on
[Busta] Get up
[Digga] Come on

[Busta Rhymes]
Ahhooo!
And put every single nigga where I'm from on
(Bitches) all in the (spot) go head (and get your) fun on
(Niggas keepin' it) movin' (go head) and get your (thug on)

[Rah Digga]
(What on) earth possesed y'all to try a lil' (drunk) lil' (high)
Big heads in the sky make (niggas) straight (cry)
Without Mo' and Dry, take it down (homeboy) got bigger fish to fry
Fuck that (Other nigga) Rush that (sucker nigga)

[Busta Rhymes]
Niggas love the way we sound up on another Digga
(Hot D) but I got another younger brother bigger
(Digga) pass me the Henny so I can take another swigger

[Chorus]

[Rah Digga]
Switch it up like Ak-Nel
Why you hit a dry spell,
Cats like you get no reply on the Skytel
(Hate y'all) Raps like Eminem hate Britney
(Bonafide) MC (Who) fuckin' with me?

[Busta Rhymes]
Top niggas better give props nigga
('Fore you get dropped) fuck around and get your shit popped nigga,
Flip-flop niggas, you could (really get your shit mopped)
Or left to lay up in a pit stop nigga

[Digga] Spillin' it
[Busta] Feelin' it
[Digga] Killin' it
[Busta] Come on!

[Rah Digga]
The hardest MC don't want flex no more
(Make it hot) everytime I rock, rest assured
Shit'll have that (who could rock) the raw best award, nigga

[Busta] Look it up
[Digga] Cook it up
[Busta] Shook it up
[Digga] Book it up

[Busta Rhymes]
When we (rock) you shouldn't watch (promoters) nook it up
(Raise the level a little) you know (my niggas) took it up
(In and outta big) figgas while me and (Digga) cook it up

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Bladow!!"

"Bladow!!"


Now (now)
Ready for wylin' my niggas
Let's set it like we on an island my niggas
I'm with it (What what what what)
Yo
My clique startle bitches
With a remarkable sparkle
For my bitches with me (What what what what)
You know we stay dumb
And keep shop running
Just the like the 24-hour deli
The way y'all niggas be popping that shit you be talking
Y'all niggas don't mean nothing
But a 24-hour celly
To talk that funny shit
To someone you know
While I bag these bitches
And take them to 24-hour telly
Type of chickens to let me get in they belly
Little sexy thug bitches
Who want me to fuck them to Makeveli
Then get with my niggas and smoke up a ounce
Crowd up in whatever amounts
Making bitches skip to my bounce
So whenever we be shining like diamond
Fresher than the fragrance of limon
When we strike
It's all in the timing
Corporate niggas ball on how we be stylin'
Fucking with huge contracts
With white beaters on
On the day of the signing
Making all my bitches check for this shit
My live niggas know the truth
That's why they always got respect for this shit

[Chorus:]
Bust one for me, Bladow!
All my niggas holding they gun with me, Bladow!
And resting and stacking they ones with me, Bladow!
My peeps who hang around where I'm from with me, Bladow!
Who run with me, Bladow!
Bust one for me, Bladow!
My bitches that'll fuck till they cum with me, Bladow!
Wylin' at me, having they fun with me, Bladow!
In this club all they keep beating they drums with me, Bladow!
In a slung with me, Bladow!
Bust one for me, Bladow!

And now we mash y'all
Harass y'all
Until the shit we doing pass y'all
You know we steadily, readily
Give it to niggas
And blow up the spot for niggas
Before we do the dash y'all
Yo
Ain't nothing wrong until we perform
Y'all niggas know we bout to blast y'all
Fast
Me and my niggas crash the party
If my niggas were shitters
Splash bitches before we flash y'all
Now what's up
All of my niggas salute
Where we get busy
Gimme me my loot
All way up in a box with a suit
Shit that I tell you will all be the truth
Stay on a live nigga recruit
And take y'all niggas back to the root
Tying my laces all up in my boot
All the bitches say that I'm cute
Blowing on it just like a flute
And now
Before we blind y'all
We shine and remind y'all
Should be gappy
Always one of a kind y'all
We constructing a new design y'all
Better keep up my niggas
Because you will get left behind y'all
Let us bust a bottle of wine now
And celebrate in the name of them niggas
That control the times now
Now watch it
As we just pick up the pace
You just might a hole in your face
My crew might take a whole of the space
Completely
Obligated just to keeping you dumming
And get the breaking all the shit up in club
Once you know that we coming
My bitches check for this shit
My live niggas know the truth
That's why they always got respect for this shit

[Chorus:]
Bust one for me, Bladow!
All my niggas holding they gun with me, Bladow!
And resting and stacking they ones with me, Bladow!
My peeps who hang around where I'm from with me, Bladow!
Who run with me, Bladow!
Bust one for me, Bladow!
My bitches that'll fuck till they cum with me, Bladow!
Wylin' at me, having they fun with me, Bladow!
In this club all they keep beating they drums with me, Bladow!
In a slung with me, Bladow!
Bust one for me, Bladow!

Yeah
To all my niggas and all my bitches
That just wanna live
Live good
Feel good
Yeah
Just bounce to this shit
Come on
Bounce to this shit
All my niggas and my bitches
Just bounce to this shit
Come on
Bounce to this shit
Yeah
Flipmode constantly
Enough of that