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Friday night's such a beautiful night Where you going? I didn't mean to blow it You're upset and I don't know what I said But I'm sorry Don't you give up on me? Take off your jacket Don't walk out that door You and me We should be Making a memory whenever we're together, yeah Look at me Can't you see We were meant to be Making a memory Don't pretend you're not smiling again Let's just leave it You know I didn't mean it Don't know why we put up such a fight Over nothing When we could still be something Take off your jacket Don't walk out that door There's no need to leave anymore You and me We should be Making a memory whenever we're together, yeah Look at me Can't you see We were meant to be Making a memory Can't do this myself No, I need some help Wanted some help Friday night's such a beautiful night Now you're staying You and me We should be Making a memory whenever we're together, yeah Look at me Can't you see We were meant to be Making a memory Friday night's such a beautiful night (making a memory) Now you're saying (Making a memory) Don't know why we put up such a fight (making a memory) Over nothing (Making a memory)

You make me feel so good Lunettes de soleil, même la nuit J'mets Versace, Rayban, Monoprix J'cache mes yeux, j'cache leur coloris Gorge, ecstasy, sur la table c'est Tel-Aviv Lunettes de soleil, même quand fait noir Lunettes de soleil dans la baignoire Pas de pucelle qui sommeille dans mon peignoir Lunettes de soleil devant le vrai moi J'suis le produit de mon environnement, comme Mac Tyer J'suis en colère si les juges environnantes ne portent pas de tailleurs Assis en tailleur, j'pense aux aïeux, d'ailleurs, faut mailler J'me suis pas réincarné pour bouillave à Pattaya, Bo-Bomayé Tu t'es soumis pour grailler, pauv' gougnafier Heureusement que t'es pour la paix, t'es doux comme une couille rasée J'fais ma ronde comme le renard dans le poulailler Les tours immondes bloqueront les balles si, un jour, tu veux les fourailler Que l'amour sur les potos Que la mouille sur les photos, le carré noir sous les projo' Je vois la vie comme un gothique Tous ces rappeurs anecdotiques Le viseur est dans mon optique Aucune maîtrise du low kick Lunettes de soleil, même la nuit J'mets Versace, Rayban, Monoprix J'cache mes yeux, j'cache leur coloris Gorge, ecstasy, sur la table c'est Tel-Aviv Lunettes de soleil, même quand fait noir Lunettes de soleil dans la baignoire Pas de pucelle qui sommeille dans mon peignoir Lunettes de soleil devant le vrai moi Quatre-vingt-ze-trei, quatre-vingt-ze-trei, quatre-vingt-ze-trei Quatre-vingt-ze-trei, quatre-vingt-ze-trei, quatre-vingt-ze-trei Flaques de pisse, flaques de larmes Flaques de pétrole, fais comme Vald Vald nie, Vald s'arme Vald te déflore, et ces pétasses Laissent des flaques sur la toile du siège baquet, saletés de flics Laissent des flaques quand ils frappent à la porte Sullyvan palpe comme à la morgue Mon poing dans le cul, comme Panacloc Tu vas vivre le coma d'abord, pas de commun accord Ma commune hardcore a connu la mort Ma voix dans le modulateur, ma bite dans coquine à fleur de peau Mon blaze sur Akinator, tout le monde est là, genre "À qui la faute?", c'est qui en a qui le font, et toi qui le ferais Retourne rager sur 'ska, à qui le faire avec ton Paki de merde? Loin devant, genre des kilomètres, j'papillonne J'ai déréglé l'éthylomètre, je sillonne, tu michtonnes? J'vais te dépecer puis te mettre, boire ton sang comme du Lipton T'es pas contente? Tu connais le code quatre-vingt-treize Lunettes de soleil, même la nuit J'mets Versace, Rayban, Monoprix J'cache mes yeux, j'cache leur coloris Gorge, ecstasy, sur la table c'est Tel-Aviv Lunettes de soleil, même quand fait noir Lunettes de soleil dans la baignoire Pas de pucelle qui sommeille dans mon peignoir Lunettes de soleil devant le vrai moi Agatha You make me feel so good

(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