Busta Rhymes

Mika_14 · Početnik Domaćeg.de

Get Down

[Busta Rhymes]
Aiyyo; ah to my people on the left (get down!)
Uh-huh; to my people on the right (get down!)
Uh-huh; ah to my people in the middle (get down!)
Check it

You see a fresh off the grill nigga keepin it hot
Now watch it spread all through the hood I'm back controllin the block
With one of rap's greatest ever Timbaland production
Y'all niggaz know just what to do; go 'head, follow instructions
When the God's in the building (get down!)
Uh-huh; I know you niggaz know the feelin (get down!)
Alright; and if you ready and you willin (SAY YO!)
Okay; throw your hands to the ceiling (get down!)
Alright; go 'head and stack another million (get down!)
Jumpin around like you ain't really carin (get down!)
Ladies rippin off everything they wearin (HEY YO!)
I'm on top of the throne nigga, you know I ain't sharin (get down!)
Now you know; I wanna hear you say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH)
I wanna hear my muh'fuckers say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH)
A lil' louder muh'fuckers say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH!)
C'mon; a lil' louder nigga, say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH!!!!)

Until the block start blowin blowin up (get down!)
Uh-huh; and e'rybody throwin up (get down!)
'Til they got the fire marshall showin up (get down!)
Or until the club start closin up (get down!)
Okay; see how a nigga walk through 'em when the beat put a spark to him
Let me just talk to 'em (LADIES) quit'cha man
Go 'head put them plans off (LADIES) well okay
Go 'head and piss your man off (LADIES)
Take your pants off and shake it for 'em (SHAKE IT LIKE A DOG FOR 'EM)
And put your ass on 'em (SHAKE IT LIKE A DOG FOR 'EM)
Go 'head and spaz on 'em (SHAKE IT LIKE A DOG FOR 'EM)
Now put the mash on 'em (SHAKE IT LIKE A DOG FOR 'EM)
Okay; now from the root to the tree to the top of the building
See they ain't fuckin with me killa (hit 'em)
Boom bap as far as you can see, got 'em bouncin and hoppin
Nigga you can't stop me scrilla (hit 'em)
Well okay; and if you with me say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH)
I wanna hear my muh'fuckers say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH)
A lil' louder muh'fuckers say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH!)
C'mon; a lil' louder nigga, say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH!!!!)

Yeah - well okay; and while you niggaz party shit I spit a jewel for the thug
Before a nigga try to front make sure your tool in the club
That ain't the basis of this shit, though it's true when it's love
they'll have you niggaz whylin like a fuckin fool on the drug
Now if you with me muh'fucker (get down!)
Uh-huh; we gettin gizzle muh'fucker (get down!)
Word to God; we make it sizzle muh'fucker (get down!)
Uh-huh; I'm on my grizzle holla back (OWWW!)
Well okay; see how the God bounce back while you niggaz just sound sloppy
Givin you niggaz shit they'll be knowin you can't copy
The way the God be spillin all over the track
Get off my dick, tell your bitch holla back (OWWW!)
C'mon; violate with me up in the spot is a no-no
A lot of niggaz shit trash, soundin all so-so
Shinin so much D's takin my photo
Lower the brim of my fitted while I try to be low-pro
We gettin mo' cheddar while you stuntin with no dough
Gotta skip the line shit movin in slow-mo
Shorty whylin out, try to hit with a low blow
With her crotch on my thigh, rubbin all on her cho-cho
SHAKE YO' SHIT 'til you fall on the flo'
Sho' we be fuckin class bitches, I ain't fuckin with no hoe
Bust two shots - let me hear it (BO! BO!)
'Til the security get para' when they callin the po'-po'
If you with me say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH)
I wanna hear my muh'fuckers say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH)
A lil' louder muh'fuckers say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH!)
C'mon; a lil' louder nigga, say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH!!!!)

(Get down) [4X]
(LADIES) [3X]
(SHAKE IT LIKE A DOG FOR 'EM) [4X]
(Hit 'em) [4X]

Mika_14 · Početnik Domaćeg.de

I'll Do It All

[LaToiya Williams + (Busta)]
I-iiii-iiiih, I never thought
Thaaaaaaat I, could fiiiind (excuse me miss)
Someone, so special (can I have a word wit'chu baby)

[Busta Rhymes]
Miss can I get a second to speak and quietly mention
That I am so into who you are, can I get your attention
My observations of you creates conversations for you
And if you got a little time, I got the patience for you
Okay? Good, you givin me the time to talk?
While I figure it out and sort what I'm tryin to say, let's walk
Just tryin to keep it gutter, respectfully I won't stutter
Don't you agree, we look better when we walk with each other?
I've seen you many times, yes I've encountered many dimes
I'm feelin somethin special with us, it's just one of the many signs
I think that we have to look forward to our go-through
Any war with you regardless what it is I'm tryin to score with you
Sometimes I think and wonder especially through rain and thunder
If I'd ever find the one to ride when I'm on top or under
Until we reach the end, ma with love as I be your friend
Oh; here you can take my number, I hope we can speak again

[Chorus One: LaToiya Williams]
No matter how mister, no doubt I'll die wit'cha
Until the end of life, lay down on the ground wit'cha
I'll give my life to you; I hope it all comes true
Ready to start for you, I give all my heart to you
And when together I hope we never fall apart you know
Now that it feels so good; our thoughts are understood

[Busta Rhymes]
I'd like to learn from ya, but I'm 'bout to turn from ya
It's been about a week and I ain't even heard from ya
Is it somethin at all or did I just bump in and fall
And even though you did I see how you was reluctant to call
But it's nothin to crawl before we walk (OOH) listen
And it's nothin to stall before we talk - look
To tell the truth I'm happy I found you and that I can be around you
And thus I'm diggin you, I ain't just tryin to pound you
I'm only tryin to crown you and wife you and wedding gown you
Regardless what I'm with, shorty seem like she always down to
just spend a little time and then CLICK, you know that kind of chemistry
The recipe to then SIP, and a little bit of wine
Mami I like your kind that light the fireworks and bombs up
The type of chick I wanna talk about when I call my moms up
Until the love is empty I credit the one who sent me
The most BEAUTIFULLEST woman and she ridin with me

[Chorus Two: LaToiya Williams]
(I'll do it all) I'll do it all wit'cha, go through any door wit'cha
It doesn't matter I will, go against the law wit'cha
Just know you live through me; your love is all I need
If you ain't know you make me, no one's ever shown you baby
To tell the truth {?} you've got me goin crazy
Your love so real to me; and that's all that I, can see

[LaToiya Williams]
This is a thing I wanna feel forever, and I ain't goin nowhere
Cause you mean so much to me
No matter how my people try to doubt ya, I know the truth about ya
It doesn't matter to me
Baby I love you and I always told ya, I'm always here to hold ya
Cause you do so much for me
No matter how they try they can't deceive us, nothin can come between us
Cause you mean so much to me

[Busta Rhymes]
Listen; trust me and I will trust you, I ain't into tryin to fuss boo
Deeper than any lust, I'm only tryin to mindfuck you
That's probably why and maybe I can nickname you my baby
Now that you made me a man you're officially now my lady
Despite the stormy weather I cherish your love forever
And nourish everything we have 'til we grow old together
I'll never trick you, mislead or try to be shaky wit'chu
I only wanna make all the rest of my babies wit'chu

[Chorus One w/ ad libs + Chorus Two w/ ad libs]

Mika_14 · Početnik Domaćeg.de

Legend Of The Fall Offs

[Death; portrayed by Busta Rhymes + sounds of a shovel digging + a heartbeat]
Yeah I know
A lot of you niggaz don't plan on the day when you'd have to see me
You see - I'm that nigga that you should really be afraid of
I dig graves for niggaz like you
We gon' get more acquainted at a time when you least expect it

[Chorus 2X: female singer]
Do you ever think (do you ever think)
What life would be (what life would be)
Where you will go (where will you go)
After you die (after you die)

[Death] You fucked up nigga!

[Busta Rhymes]
You know that when that time comes and nobody is checkin
And everything you had is gone in the split of a second
That's when it starts hittin the fan and it gets real in this bitch
Just face the fact your shit's a wrap and you gotta deal with the shit
Despite I talk about it, I ain't makin fun of them niggaz
I give thanks cause I've been blessed and I ain't one of them niggaz
Can't imagine how difficult it is, I know you suspect
that shit around you is lookin dumb, it's gettin hard to accept it
Alone in the mirror, you look at yourself and you smile
Disregarding the fact your running's been done for a while
Refuse to acknowledge the truth like the mind of a child
Continue frontin, like it's nothin while you live in denial
While all your people around you start to leave you in the same place
You overexert the little you have left to save face
You tryin to hide your expression from lookin worried
on what to do when your career is buried

[Chorus]

[Busta Rhymes]
Niggaz ain't GIVIN a fuck about your flows no more
You ain't the star you were, fuckin the same hoes no more
Promoters ain't payin and bookin you for shows no more
You ain't whippin the Range, you ain't whippin a Rolls no more
Reality starts to settle in, you're sweatin every wake up
You're broke and now you gotta return your jewelry to Jacob
You run around and you front like you're still on fire
But nobody believes you; and now you live as a liar
You're onnly lyin to yourself cause it's evident in the proof
As your world continues to crumble, come to terms with the truth
You're still holdin on to them days when everything was about you
But niggaz don't even remember you enough to just shout you
I remember when you did your thing without a doubt tastefully
The problem was you didn't know when to bow out gracefully
Once told, never burn out, it's best to fade away
Preserve your value so that you can live to see a greater day
People see you and it's bugged that you mean nothin
You doin shit and front to prove to people you mean somethin
It happens in the vicious when the truth starts to settle in
You step to the door of the club and see that you ain't gettin in
Forgettin you a man first, chasin the fame
Got to remember, morals and principles, reppin your name proper
but most niggaz don't, and they whole life hurried
What do you do when your career is buried

[Chorus]

[Death; portrayed by Busta Rhymes + (Busta Rhymes)]
Okay
I told you we was gonna get more acquainted
at a time when you least expect it nigga
I'm here to lay you to rest once and for all [coughing]
You've been dead a long time but you refuse to accept that shit
But it's okay [coughing]
Nigga shut the FUCK UP AND GET IN THE BOX NIGGA! (WAIT!! Please!)
It was custom built for all niggaz like you [lid closes]
You just don't wanna accept when it's time to hang it up
(Stop! BITCH!) See you in the afterlife nigga (Wait! HELP!!!)
WHEVER THE FUCK THAT IS!! (SOMEBODY HELP!!)
(I CAN'T BREATHE, NIGGA!)
(OPEN THIS SHIT NIGGA!)
(OPEN THIS SHIT!! [knocking])
(OPEN THIS SHIT!! [knocking])
[Busta Rhymes screams incoherently]
(SOMEBODY HELP!! HEY!!)
(OPEN THIS SHIT MOTHERFUCKER WHAT YOU DOIN)
(OPEN IT!)

[screaming and sounds of the shovel burying him to fade]

MISS_J · ELeCTRiC_ChiCK

Ante Up (Remix)

[Busta Ryhmes]
Attention please, attention please!!
This shit here feels like a whole entire WORLD collapsed!
Motherfuckerrrrrrrrrr! Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) yeah!
Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
Buck (buck) buck (buck) buck (buck) buck (buck) buck

Busta Rhymes now, M.O.P. now
What you want now? (What you want now?)
What you want now? (What you want now?)
What you want now? (What you want now?)
What you want now?
(What you want want want want want want BUCK BUCK)

ANTE UP!! No, cut that fool!
They want to act stupid gun-butt that fool
When I cock that tool, nigga run your damn jewels
'fore we fuck around and lay you up in your own blood pool, nigga
Hunt you down nigga, run your ass down
Unleash the hounds til them niggaz'll gun your ass down (STOP IT)
You frontin like this was a thing of the past
With tattoos over the scars a nigga left on your ass!
My niggaz think lopsided, bust they gat cross-sided
In the subways they rob trains runnin along-side it!
(BUCK BUCK) See motherfucker we don't play with that shit
And if you want your shit back you had to PAY for that shit!
You little costume niggaz, Romper-Room niggaz
Get you in the night or early in the afternoon niggaz
We takin your whole shit WHILE WE PASS THROUGH
Even the shirt off your back, nigga RUN THAT TOO

[Remi Martin]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I catch you backstage, give me the keys to the Escalade
You think you cute hoe? Take off them Gucci shades
I get my dogs to do you dirty, they all seven-thirty
Rock a ski-mask, whether it's June or February
I take your show money (OHH!) take your 'dro money (OHH!)
Yo yap that fool, cause I don't know money!
For my peeps that hat

MISS_J · ELeCTRiC_ChiCK

Break Ya Neck

Yea.. Check it out, see
The only thing you need to do right here is,
Is nod your fuckin head
Yeah, yeah
Break ya fuckin neck bitches
Yeah, yeah
Here we go now..

Where we goin now?
Where we goin now?
Give it away, give it away, give it away now
Give it away, give it away, give it away now
Just give it away nigga
Yeah, here we go now

[Verse 1]
Tell me wat'chu really wanna do (Come here ma)
Talk to a nigga, talk with me
You look like you could really give it to a nigga,
from the way you talk and the way ya try to walk for me
The way you really try to put it on a dawg
Threw ya hips like ya never did before for me
The way you break yo' back, and I break yo' neck,
and the way you try to put it on the floor for me
(Come on!) Come on (Come on!) Oh yeah
Tell me where my niggas is at (Ok!!)
Lemme address y'all niggas one time,
while I lock that down, and I hit'cha wit that (YOU GONE!)
That bomb shit, y'all niggas gone all day
Be the nigga in the drop,
Y'all niggas know every time I come through,
this motherfucker, where we always takin the ride
(So let me do this bitch)
Y'all niggas know when we come, we be makin it flop,
the way we makin it hot'll make a nigga wanna stop... [pause]
Get money, then cash that check for me
All my niggas just bust yo' tech for me
Everybody from every hood bang yo' head,
'til you break your motherfuckin head for me!

[Chorus]
Just let me give you real street shit,
to rap in yo' shit with
Recline yo' seat, rewind this heat
Keep bouncin up and down these streets
So nod yo' head and
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Bang yo' head until you start to
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck!

[Verse 2]
Come along now (Let's put it down nigga!)
When I bounce back and you know I done caught my breath,
y'all niggas all know how we do,
when the way we bang niggas in the head, and we do it to death
(We fold 'em back whodi!) The fire boy, you know we bakin a ounce
I know you love the way we be givin you the music, makin you bounce
Now fuck it up just a little for my niggas,
everytime we come through niggas know that we did it for y'all (Uh-huh)
And the way we do it for the people,
niggas know we always give it to y'all
I said bounce (Come on!)
In the day time or the night, when ya creepin along,
Well just bang this shit up in the truck,
while you break yo' neck, now motherfucker try to figure my flow
See the way we come right through (When we come right through!)
We be always blowin the spot, again and again,
and make a nigga really wanna STOP...
Better tell yo' crew, yo' peeps,
all my niggas better put they troops on
And gather up your soldiers nigga,
you know you better keep yo' boots on
All my niggas in the place (Aiyyo!)
Wave your hands high now, and the way we put it down,
make a nigga wonder what he really gonna try now
What'cha really wanna do?
Just place your bet, and put'cha money where ya mouth is (Ah-hoo)
All my niggas in the street just break yo' neck and keep on boun-cin!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Here we go, and you know everytime Busta-Bus be holdin the fort,
my nigga watch how we shuttin it down,
The way we put it on, comin through like a steamroller,
me and Dre nigga ain't no fuckin around
My nigga (WHAT!) Yeah whattup,
Me and my team got a link cuz you know we stay choppin it up
And when get up in the club,
or how my niggas at the bar how we lockin it up
And we get a little (High!) And we get a little (Drunk!)
And we get a little (Crunk! Come on!)
Lemme give y'all niggas some shit,
that'll make you wanna bang this out yo' trunk (Come on!)
Get money, then cash that check for me
All my niggas just bust yo' tech for me
Everybody from every hood, bang yo' head,
'til you break yo' motherfuckin neck for me!

MISS_J · ELeCTRiC_ChiCK

Fire It Up

Uh, ah, uh ah
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ah ah ah ah
Check it out
Flimpmode Squad '98
Raw Deluxe, check it out y'all

I be the street hit
The brotha yo momma freak wit
Put yo people on if y'all know how to keep a secret
When I get money ya know I like to keep it
How I get money ya know others are tryin to peep it

Flimpmode, be the winners ya wanna form a team with
The big money figures to plot da scheme with
The brothas who be used to gettin money frequent
The ones who I'd always measure up my triple beams with

Until they start takin my people to the precint
But dats all back in da day yo, that ain't nuttin recent
Cuz now we see women we like to speak with
Eat with, lay 'em down and sleep with

Type of woman who make a brotha wanna keep it
Shorty be so exotic she lookin decent
Lotta corny niggaz who be offerin whack free shit
I can't hold the heat no more, yo I gotta release it

CHORUS 1:
What y'all gonna do? Don't we always comin through, me and my crew
Lemme hear ya say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!) Say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!)

To all my dogs dat stay bloody, well around in the 500, all day
Lemme hear ya say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!) Say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!)

Now everytime I meet a sucka dats frontin, it's aight
Gettin money and everybody want it
Smoke a big blunt, get all fucked up
Fall on da floor, gotta call my X-500

Iceburg 5 where you at??
"No need for alarm, right now I'm cruisin' to the sound of my enhanced cd-rom."
Hurry up 5, things are about to get thick
I see dis cat away behind my back about to do a stick
"Tell me where you at, I will be there in 10 seconds flat, I got your back,
I'll be there just in time to counteract."
Sometimes I might even forget my crew, my X-5 bulletproof, I turbo boost,
and blast through da ceiling in da roof

Comin through, hittin you, and knockin out other sucka's tooths
Full speed ahead, like we runnin a toll booth
Produce more flavour then Veryfine juice
Call a truce on me and my people and let loose

CHORUS 2:
All my ladies in da place to be, gettin money while they next to me, lemme see
Lemme hear ya say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!) Say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!)

All my people just wave yo hands, gettin money all across da land, one time
Lemme hear ya say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!) Say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!)
C'mon

Release the heat, we lettin loose to the extreme
Me my Iceburg X-5 bounce from da scene
Recline my seat, rock to da beat
Lyrical artist, microphone scarred up in da heat

Blow up da spot we be hittin, know what I mean?
Got you hoppin yo people up like caffeine
Flyin guilloutine, seein everything on my little computer screen
From here to Phillipines

Keep it movin, we never run out of gasoline
Gas me, your arson, but lookin kerosene
Me and my five be runnin the mission you never seen
Hot shit, makin ya fuckas forever fein

Anyone of you comin, you better come clean
Hit you with a dose of rhyme amphetamine
Got your eyes all bloodshot, ya need visine
People in Wylin, I think you need to wreak da sirene

MISS_J · ELeCTRiC_ChiCK

Hit Em High (The Monstars Anthem)

(Intro)
Greetings, earthlings
We have now taken over your radioooo.....
(B-Real)
Goin' straight to the hole
You ain't got no game
I'm breakin' ya out the frame
Coming through like a train
Looking to take over the world is my goal
With my unstoppable crew takin' all control
You can't get none of this, we're runnin' this
Well taker, earth shaker, 3 point gunnin' this
Get out the lane, I'm comin' through
And if you don't wanna move then I'm comin' right through you
(Coolio)
It's like inch by inch and step by step
I'm closing in on your position and destruction is my mission
Though eight is not enough, your whole squad better duck
It's like switch when I bust
Now you're whole crew is dust
Comin' through my area, I'm a have to bury ya
The real scream team on your scream scene
It's like showdown in Derango
Go tell me who wanna tangle with the
ghetto witch-doctor neighborhood superhero?
Chorus:
(B-Real)
We want it all (want it all!)
Unstoppable, we run the floor (run the floor!)
You can't take none of this hardcore (hardcore!)
In the game we take you to war (war!)
You ain't seen nothin' like this before
(all)
If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high
And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low
If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high
And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low
(Method Man)
Insane like a runaway train I'm in your lane
Like it's only 3 seconds to score to win the game
Came to bring the ultimate pain upon the brain
Untamed, you won't like it when I change
And you are type strange
Make room, manaical mons

MISS_J · ELeCTRiC_ChiCK

Make It Clap

(feat. Spliff Star)
[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Just make it clap, just make it clap
Ay yo we 'bout to take everybody from every street
And throw a party in the Grand Canyon, come on!!!
Ah ha, yeah yeah, uh ah uh, yeah yeah, ah, ah, ah
Flipmode baby, yeah, check it out

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Hey! Hey! Ain't no fakin the fluid
Water drippin off asses of women that's shakin it to it
While I'm takin you through it, no mistakin my crew is
Flipmode baby!!! got you actin all stupid
Now I'm back in the cupid, just to tell you the truth is
Them niggas that be havin you blacken and ready to lose it
Pushin lambos and harley rockin Roberto Cavalli (Huh!)
Now I got a new hobby diamonds and tattoos and bodies
Watch me crash through the party, go 'head and spaz girl
Tatoo in the name of my click across yo' ass girl
We 'bout to blast girl, from here to Albuquerque
Like jamaican niggas rockin big chains in socker jerseys
Take you on hotter journeys, the way we put it down
And be hittin be havin you shittin more than a box of hersheys
We come to control it we come to command it
And just for the record we always come to set a new standard
Act like you know

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Incase you ain't know and incase you ain't heard
And if you want us to set it just give me the word
This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin them birds
To all my shorties wigglin they shakin they curves
Just make it clap, Just make it clap, Just make it clap
Just make it clap

[Verse 2: Spliff Star]
See you a hot little mama it's only right that I holla
Love your face love your smile love that ass in a Prada
Make it, bounce up and down like th

Annabel_Lee · **ஐ NaUgHtGeLiC ஐ**

Do sada upisani textovi Busta Rhymes-a (alfabetnim redom):

Ante Up (Remix)
Been Through The Storm
Break Ya Neck
Cocaina
Don't Get Carried Away
Fire It Up
Get Down
Get You Some
Goldmine
Hit Em High (The Monstars Anthem)
How We Do It Over Here
I Love My Bitch
I'll Do It All
In The Ghetto
Legend Of The Fall Offs
Make It Clap
New York Shit
They're Out To Get Me
Touch It
You Can't Hold The Torch

beautiful_soul · Prijatelj foruma

It Ain't Safe No More...

The Surgeon General.. of the Flipmode Squad..
has determined.. that the sounds you about to hear..
can be devestatin.. to your ear.. to your mind..
to your body.. to your souuuuuuuuuuuuuullll!

[Chorus: Flipmode + Meka]
You better, pack up your bags, better get out of town
Cause when the God come you know he gon' be puttin it down
Everything we do be blowin, better get on the ground
It ain't safe no more, it ain't safe no more (nigga)
He keeps it wicked by creatin the sound
That make the people wanna spaz 'til they give him the crown
Fuck around you'll turn up missin just to never be found
It ain't safe no more, it ain't safe no more (nigga)

[Verse One]
Bodies'll turn up missin, I promise you need to listen
Abolish the need for bitchin, I polish and shine and glisten
Demolishin while I'm whistlin, astonished while you're witnessed
Hardest to smash another artist son, regardless if it is
a nigga who think he the greatest son I'll lock him in the fridge
And hang him from both of his ankles when we drop him from the bridge
Blockin your paper really stoppin that dude from gettin his
Poppin the safe and splurgin, havin the crew up in the crib
Block 'til these niggaz havin 'em rockin gargle with a bib
Shittin and fartin, spittin and vomitin all in the crib
Fallin into shock from the bullets we shot up in they ribs
Hot up the block and blew up the spot and got up out the mix
Tried it a couple stops and spotted the Squad up in they whips
Plotted and then I signed on the dotted line and made a wish
Return us even the hardest makin you garbage niggaz sit
The smartest now you a target only the heartless niggaz win

Chorus

[Verse Two]
You can't believe can you, I'm callin my dog Nathaniel
And ballin with all my mans you'll be blowin and all will hand you
Accordingly or disorderly bullets are sure to bang you
considerably my 9 milli hit you at any angle
Shootin, shootin, shootin - high, low, verticle or horizontal
And if you were makin plans I do think you gon' have to cancel
Sorry I had to ask you, save it I have to blast you
Takin a chance to laugh from you makin the masses gas you
So now you thinkin that you tough and that we can't get at you
Change up your mind and leave you stiffer than a massive statue
Tired of talkin need to use all your precautionary measures
Washin off the blood haulin the water force of steady weather
You can handle it or you can't, it be only gettin better
Like a candle, we burn your chandles and make you feel the pressure
Cockin it back, articulatin the flow just like a lecture
Break it down and rebuildin the flow, now peep the architecture

Chorus

It ain't safe.. in the current state.. of our democracy
Terrorism.. motherfuckers bombin New York.. shit is crazy
It ain't safe no more!
All these rappin niggaz goin at other rappin niggaz heads
Shit is crazy! But most importantly..
The most unsafe thing.. is that.. niggaz ain't seein, the God comin
Watch where you walk!

beautiful_soul · Prijatelj foruma

Salute Da Gods!!

{Busta Rhymes}
Yeah, yeah, yeah
The Anarchy, Busta Rhymes shit c'mon!

{Chorus: Busta Rhymes}

Ready for Busta Rhymes
He's the one we've all, been waiting for, forever
(I feel so fuckin good, my people!!)
Ready for Flipmode Squad
(So powerful!! So good today!!)
They're the ones we've all, been waiting for, forever
(Yeah!! Yeah, new "Rulership"!!)
Ready for Busta Rhymes
(It feels so fuckin good in my soul, come on!!)
He's the one we've all, been waiting for, forever
(I wanna see y'all; all my people if you feel good!!)
Ready for Flipmode Squad
(Just talk to me, c'mon, c'mon!!)
They're the ones we've all, been waiting for, forever
(Now!! Now, let me see y'all, so powerful!!)
Ready..

{Busta Rhymes}
All praise due, we comin through real hard
Niggaz raisin they right hand, salutin da God
Yo, like a burnin sensation of Henny on the first sip
Hot shit my nigga; let me spit a verse quick
Work shit inward, until my niggaz hurt shit
and plot elaborate schemes for monies niggaz worship
Beautiful like the pleasure of when I burst my first clip
at a nigga who sold me a brick that wasn't WORTH shit
Yo, we BOMB shit, fire alarm shit
with my bitches who take packages under they armpit
Now, we remain the +Imperial+ live niggaz
who consistantly blackout and rep for them wild niggaz
Yo, you incompatible, snatch yo' collateral
Gun blunt you, and rep for every thug capital
Diagonal vision, niggaz seein shit on slant
Plant beatings on niggaz and celebrate a war chant
Diabolic how we manifest raw logic
Chronological time, we bring niggaz the raw project
Hold fort and represent as the grand wizard
Street chronicle illustrate the bakin of a bad blizzard
I got a spot for ya,
with live niggaz who murder sloppier
than ALL of the Trenchcoat Mafia yo
Cause when you hear the sweet music playin
It's like theme music for murder scenes
like the Colorado slayin - cause I don't give a fuck
Speedin like we racin on the Aqueduct
Black tinted-out, government truck
Curbside on niggaz, leanin just a little bit
Trunk trapped with smoke, my bitch'll take a little hit
Fake niggaz could be the BEST actors
My bullets whiz so fast you feel the WINDSHIELD factors
In the wrong place you get your WIG peeled backwards
Get an ounce of the 'dro and STEAM a pack of Blackwoods

{Chorus: Busta Rhymes}

Ready for Busta Rhymes
He's the one we've all, been waiting for, forever
(Yeah, yeah, just feel what I feel niggaz!!)
Ready for Flipmode Squad
(Yeah, just reach up and just touch the sky niggaz!!)
They're the ones we've all, been waiting for, forever
(Now, hah, yeah, I try so hard,
to just share that shit that I'm feelin!!)
Ready for Busta Rhymes
(All my niggaz just talk to me!!)
He's the one we've all, been waiting for, forever
(So powerful!! Flipmode Squad now!!)
Ready for Flipmode Squad
(Yeah, new "Rulership,"
all my niggaz just walk in line!!)
They're the ones we've all, been waiting for, forever
(Walk in line with me!! Talk to me now!!)

{Busta Rhymes}
Welcome..
We are now in the current state of the Anarchy
We fight, to survive niggaz
We fight, to rule our own government
We livin in a current state, of no fuckin government
Niggaz don't even know how to follow they own spirit
Lost niggaz..
Unsure niggaz, insecure niggaz
Fuck that! Salute, all our motherfuckers!!
All my niggaz ready to hold it down on the front line!!
We survived it niggaz, two-thousand
Time for the new bloodline to run shit
Enjoy the album

beautiful_soul · Prijatelj foruma

Intro

{Lord have Mercy}
As we approach the current time frame of 1997.With approximately
two and a half years before the year two thousand. Repeatedly it has
been reported that there will be a time soon approaching. That
major disaster will be striking, all levels of existence. It has also been
reported that this disastrous thing will be approaching in the form of
many, many as in squad, squad as in Flipmode squad.
It has also been reported that everyone out of the many will strike,
but this particular motherfucker will strike with an unmeasurable
blast and fuck up everything within his 360o radius.
Warning. Prepare yourselves. Store your food, stamp your paper,
because when this motherfucker gets here, it's about to get real fucked
for everyone and everything, everywhere!!!!

{Dolomite}
Well, Busta Rhymes. Come over here and let me talk to you son.
See know. Dolomite just got back from some shit that you about to
be it. Well are you prepared, I hope you are prepared nigga, cause
you know this is album number two. Yes more bitches than before.
There'll be more bitches, more and more and more. More thirsty
niggas. Time to get inside your shit. Time to throw your whole
chemistry off. Oh yes, there's gonna be a lot more money. Yes a lot
more money than before. So son don't you worry about none of that
shit. All you gotta do is just slap your dick in the mouth of these
bitches that don't wanna act right, and put a hot one in any
motherfucker that wants to get in the way of this powerful shit right
here. Ok son, all right Busta enough of this shit talkin. Lets be on our
way. Cause when disaster strikes there's gonna be a whole lot of
motherfuckers pourin in. All right baby, lets go.

{Spliff Star}
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo. Ladies and Gentlemen. Straight from the
motherfuckin street corner. Goin out to all you motherfuckers
across the globe. On the return trip. It be the niggas. The niggas that
live by the code of blood honor. My Flipmode niggas, ha. Spliff bring
you that shit to another extreme. Her to hit you motherfuckers with
a strike of disaster. I bring on to you once again. The eight wonder
of the world. My nigga Busta Rhymes. And I be that nigga, that live
nigga Spliff I Spliff comin through right at you were ever the fuck you
at. Flipmode is da Squad comin through right at you were ever the
fuck you
at.
{Busta Rhymes}
A yo cut my shit off, get it off. A heh a heh, a heh heh.
Here we go again motherfuckers. A heh, lets start this
shit.