Busta Rhymes

Sheesh (uh) Tings Tings, do it again Uh Tings Tings, do it again Shining like I was a bright light Money on Mayweather fight night (tings) Global six thousand my whole flight (tings, do it again, uh) Why you have me acting psycho? Do not make me fuck your wife, bro (tings) You read what I said, fuck a typo (tings, do it again, uh, sheesh) They ringin' the siren now, we going up, nigga Yeah (tings) Fuck up the place 'til they fight, bruh (tings, do it again) I can do this shit all night, yo (uh) Come again, we gotta do it, lyrics combined with the nice flow (tings) Look how we got niggas hype though (tings, do it again) Neptunes and Bust Rhymes excite those (uh) Y'all saw the pictures on the 'Gram, right, nigga? Explosive like nitro (tings) Got niggas back in the right zone (tings, do it again, uh) I see couple chicks that I might bone Cop me more whips and more nice homes (tings) We can talk if you call on the right phone (tings, do it again, sheesh, uh) Light this bitch up like a flashlight (tings) Do the same shit we did last night (tings, do it again, uh, sheesh) Spliff Star, where's the ad-lib? (Tings) Celebrate big like the bag big (tings, do it again, uh) Watch how I hold down the damn fort Travel so much, need new passports (tings) Dropkick your ass, kiss the asphalt (tings, do it again, uh) Bust legal shots in this bitch now, nigga (grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah) Mayday (tings) Better have all my bread when it's payday (tings, do it again) Bugatti parked at the raceway (uh, sheesh) Sound the alarm again for 'em, we up, nigga (tings) Bitch, we be sicker than Bellevue (tings) Eat everything off the menu (uh) Now you know we back to rile shit up I've been only tryna tell you (tings) Who was holding this coke I'ma sell to (tings, let's do it again, uh, sheesh) Light this bitch up like a flashlight (tings) Do the same shit we did last night (tings, do it again, uh, sheesh) Spliff Star, where's the ad-lib? Celebrate big like the bag big (tings, tings, do it again) Uh (sheesh) Tings, tings (do it again) Uh (sheesh) Tings, tings (do it again) Uh Tings, tings (do it again) Uh Tings, tings (do it-) Uh (sheesh) Tings, tings

Bussa Bus' One seven Rap God Notorious My warriors Be glorious Twenty-eight, Twenty two, now stories up So keep my dick up out your mouth don't be twisting the story up I'm from Chiraq but caught my first body up in Peoria Hit you with no delaying So what you saying ho All my lyrics is groundbreaking that Super Saiyan flow Yeah my .40 cal bang more That pops off of Wayans bros Wet up shit like the rain though This what we trained for I am off of the chain hoe Call me the Django Rap god or the dang GOAT both in the same boat On these tracks I'm Usian Bolt Nothing has came close This is what I get payed for Dropping grenades hoe Just bought broski a Draco I give him the say-so Black mask like he Space Ghost Try me like Dej Loaf I ain't gotta call my hittas up I'll come and get rid of you Smiling looking sinister Pull up in somethin' tinted up Body you and then I lay low like Forest Whitaker Then go up lift my brothers and sisters like I'm the minister I ain't perfect with my kids if I ain't working I encourage higher learning I'm teaching through fire verses Till the day we lie in hearses I'm fighting the lying serpent Ride and lurking Hit you pussies make sure you don't die a virgin Johnny Torture Tire burning I'm fancy like writing cursive Rap God I'm way to real to have someone come write my verses Dangerous You know this ain't a game to us My bang will bust These bullets hit your brains and guts Get changed to dust Ain't no one else to blame but us You strange to us Fu niggas cannot hang with us You lame to us These other rappers plain to us My labels tough Like KD back with James and Russ Word to my mother I'm Eating like supper time I come from trouble times I knew the sun would shine Im hot like summertime Dreaded like Busta Rhymes My girl so fucking fine Mo' cake than Duncan Hines They said Hip-Hop was dead But i came just in time My bars hold hella weight Bitch I'm just pumping iron This is serious These fuck niggas on my dick and they fear me cause I made them bleed like a bitch on her period Banana clips for you monkeys if you curious This is that part of chess I got you all in check They thought I wouldn't make it I made them all regret I ball so fucking hard The ref might call a tech Might hit the mall and flex My sons and my daughter fresh I'll never sell my soul Bitch i won't fall for that You can't get me to change You got to call collect Nike just like me my nigga I am a walking check I'm more than blessed and more calculated than architects I'm who they call the best Flew from a falling nest If I feel y'all a threat We outside of y'all address You don' f'd up all black we dressed up Put a clip up to his head give that boy a fresh cut Driving dirty with no Ls i was living reckless Swerving serving pounds just to get my check up Had 20 on my wrist 20 on my necklace Balled every time you see me just like Uncle Fester I ran into the law man that shit was messed up Never fold under pressure mother fuck them questions Your niggas harmless; mine dangerous like Coolio Don't get nailed with this hammer I stay with the tooly, yo I be strapped at every show even strapped at the studio Just know that when you see these clips you ain't watching no movie though No I don't give a fuck who he run with or who he know I bet I leave them in the past give it to them like Rubio Aw shit he catching bullets like Julio I got green in my pants you just hating like Rufio For acting funny like Chris Rock I'll smoke them like pookie, hoe I got powers like a monster and I'm saucing I'm groovy, hoe And I've been rocking Bandannas since Weezy and Juve hoe Yeah my belt and shoes Louis my glasses is Gucci though When you hustling watch for rats man the shit can get spooky though You got to get it then get out I learned that from the movie Blow SQUAD!

Haha, no cap I'm the one, not the two, haha Uh, yeah Yeah, fiendin' for your love every damn day Put my love above, drive me insane A little Hennessy, a lotta D'USSÉ Baby, make a movie with me, Blu-ray Could've saved me from myself, but it's too late Sorry for inconveniences and mood swings Fly as fuck in Givenchy, sippin' Kool Aid, yeah (huh) Baby, if you give it to me, I'll give it to you You know that I got you, hey (if you give it to me) Shawty, if you give it to me, I'll give it to you You know that I got you, hey (you) Shawty, if you give it to me, I'll give it to you You know that I got you, hey Shawty, if you give it to me, I'll give it to you You know that I got you, hey Yeah, baby girl, you know you hit the target (huh) Beautiful and sweeter than a box of Boston Markets (ha) Put a stone on you like the diamond was west lost in the ark (aw) She know you whipped the Bugatti in the way that you parked it Respect my reflection or you better get (get) My queen move with proper royal and prince etiquette (aw) We blossomed together even when I became a predicate (shit) Funny how we started off as friends with benefits (haha) Everything right, she a perfectionist (oh, yeah) And when she type about some shit, you gotta let a bitch (let a bitch) Ride or die loyal, mami'll never switch (never) And build a empire together, now we forever rich, I got you Yeah, fiendin' for your love every damn day Put my love above, drive me insane A little Hennessy, a lotta D'USSÉ Baby, make a movie with me, Blu-ray Could've saved me from myself, but it's too late Sorry for inconveniences and mood swings Fly as fuck in Givenchy, sippin' Kool Aid, yeah (huh) Baby, if you give it to me, I'll give it to you You know that I got you, hey (if you give it to me) Shawty, if you give it to me, I'll give it to you You know that I got you, hey (you) Shawty, if you give it to me, I'll give it to you You know that I got you, hey Shawty, if you give it to me, I'll give it to you You know that I got you, hey

People ask me People ask me all the time How you doing that How you, how you doing that People ask me People ask me all the time How you doing that Busta Rhymes I don't really know I don't really know how I got a flow I don't wanna tell you I'm a pro Do a little run And i get it done Every time I spit it like a gun Mom said I must've been born with it I wasn't always so sure of it Now i can see all the worth in it So I be burnin shit Every time I get a little better so I gotta do it Every single day like I'm junkie with a habit And I know it front and back pull the hat out of the rabbit If you want it you can have it ring it up I can bag it All my ladies that be rocking look at all we have in common Anything we gonna do we gotta do it like a problem And they say they wanna keep us at the bottom But we're too damn awesome, too damn awesome People ask me People ask me all the time How you doing that How you, how you doing that People ask me People ask me all the time How you doing that Busta rhymes I'm so fed up I should be fat I'm big papi when i'm at bat Fucking salary got no cap Every time I do it like I do it they gag Can i be totally real with you Can't do what nobody tell you to Once you decide what you wanna do Unlock it and cock it like Rambo do Then you unleash the fool Now i'm feeling kinda shady when you're looking at my mouth like i'm a little fucking baby Talking all this kinda shit like oh my god somebody spare me Ya'll ain't even seen the best of me and all you do is dare me But a pussy grab back when the situation hairy (meow) Can't keep me in a cage no canary (brrrp) Got a lot I wanna say a library (shhh) And I spit it so quick that it's scary (boo!) (Come on) Y'all never wanted me to be another copy catter Would you rather see me pull another dagger When I get to rhyming all the people start to gather And i'm making it look easy like I'm working up a lather And my teacher is legend ain't nobody on his radar I know how write a rhyme he was a really hard grader Can you please do me a favor and jump on the elevator Going up in this bitch like a hungry alligator Twist it and I turn it like a hate exterminator If it's any indicator call it now or call me later Cuz my team is rollin in like a bevy of invaders We ain't never turn down 'cause i never use a fader And I keep it on a hundred so my booty got no stuffing If you disappointing me i do a fair amount of cussing It's magic when I'm cutting and putting it outta nutting Stunting Gucci on my boots so they see me when I'm coming People ask me People ask me all the time How you doing that How, how you doing that People ask me People ask me all the time How you doing that Busta rhymes How you doin'? How, how you doin' that? How you doin'? How, how you doin' that? How you doin'? People ask me all the time How you doin' that Busta Rhymes?

Yo, I walk through brick walls Fuck around hijack your whole shopping malls I be rippin shit, that's my word bond Scream then I watch the whole planet earth respond Do just what ya told The remote control Crash cars and shit Ya know how we role When I tumble and drive then you reply my my my my my my Yo I execute all plans Run up in two bitches for me and my mans Ha, breakin flows, ha for my fans In return they just give me the ha sound stand Strike matches, golden egg hatches Request line is open send all your faxes Freaks the flows with no rehearsin Rollerskate backwards which when the beat start reversin You so wack you make people start cursin Flows contradict worser than the King James version Turn on the mic but your shit will stop workin Beats brutalized your whole rhyme, your head hurtin Broom sticks and britches from rags to riches Forget mad love Well ya'll niggas britches Amateur, why won't you look right at the calender A matter of time before I start to damage ya So starting to just bust my rhyme calibre Consecutive wounds like a nigga stabbin ya Ya, my whole team get wild cream Poloticin every move to the extreme Chorus(4x) So hardcore like Quickdraw McGraw Fuck what you heard you ain't heard this before Ha, yo I come right through the door With rhymes galore Busta Rhymes be embassador Explore my metaphor you beg for more Hardcore serious surely insecure I said my whole squad of niggas come through and break the law My family tight more than connect four I come through and create the master pieces Bend your mind with rhyme colicanises Ya'll, I will break shit down Lost or found floor will blast like a four pound Right before I hit you off with my vaccine Starch, carbohydrates lots of protein Vaccine baby girl yo I hope your ass clean Magazine frontine fly lips is lime green Ya'll, every time ya'll, I'm on the scene High beam the lights and watch will remain supreme, ha Don't ya know when I keep it comin Blow the fort Make ya wrist hard to handcuffin Bounce on the beat and watch how a nigga work it Buck wild makin ya speaker short circuit This heavyweight tip the scale on the triple beam Busta Rhymes blast and still bang the main screen, blow I had ta make ya all mad Hit ya off, interlude Bounce to Trinidad Know I see a bitch nigga soft Make a nigga cough, breakin and turn ya ass off Extra raw Lay on your back and on the floor Busta Rhymes got to headline the whole ball Cause we so hardcore like Quickdraw McGraw Fuck what you heard we ain't heard this before Chorus(3x) Ya'll ...

Ay Yo Scratch what up It's Busta Bust homie Hey I just got off the phone with The brother Kamaal Fareed AKA Q-Tip You know i mean he told me ya'll were Doing the rea hip-hop remix To "Getting up" You know you can't do that without me On it, let's get it poppin, Cmon! Sent you a message, sent you an email Hasty decisions we made still prevail Both needed breaks, we both needed to bail Walking through the corridors of my mind The hideaways and nooks, and things with good times Memories certainly yes they still bind Still a common man and yeah that's for sure Still a bankroll and yeah still couture But man this thing we had was much more Come back home, don't be out in the world It's a rat race and no place for a girl Amongst the scavengers, I found a pretty pearl It's for the faint of heart who never get enough Gotta get tough, buckle em up, we calling guts And we, and we and we ahhh Now you know what to do Everybody Get off your ass you heard what i said Before i light up a fire under that ass You see me backing, got the party on smash And if you want us to get you to hit you better You see me back to light up this whole shit That's right we're here to give it to you now stop Cause its the real Hello bitch See the real hip-hop shit is returning Beat you in ya head until you niggas start learning Scratch ya veins, fiending, i know my niggas been yearning For the good cook-up, see the stove and the fire is burning This shit goes out to whomever this is concerning From overseas back to the burrws to Mt. Vernon The games coming back to the truth Tables are turning, I'ma preach Bitch lemme give you my Eric Sermon A lot of niggas is gettin shine they ain't deservin Ringtone money goin out, they pockets is hurtin They bitches leave em, see niggas like me and get to flirtin Take em to the telly poke em now listen how they be cursin Tip you know this joint is the shit, nigga we workin We back flooding the street, like we quenching they thirst and We bodying the situation, we never let up Get out ya and get off ya ass, everybody get up Now you know what to do Everybody Get off your ass you heard what i said Before i light up a fire under that ass You see me backing, got the party on smash And if you want us to get you to hit you better You see me back to light up this whole shit That's right we're here to give it to you now stop Cause its the real