Amplified

Brand new truck, butter soft seat
Four point somethin with a low ride somethin
Ain't nothin better than to ride out the hood with it
Who lookin better and damn you lookin good in it
Take a chance with a nigga in a choice ride
Listen to the CDs I play inside
Mos Def, Jay, Prince, and Stevie
Marvin Gaye, Led Zeppelin, and Biggie
And when the evening is over love
Gonna find a nice spot for the rover love
Do things to make the man in the moon blush
My mind race but I tell my waist don't rush
You's a upper echelon piece
So when you find ???? then you don't freak
You wanna nibble on a nigga ear
And do all the things that make a nigga wanna get near
Oh I'm a Queens representative
Get wild by any means my incentive is
When we done, I start it up again
And ride round with you cuz you my special friend, uh

[CHORUS]
OOh, me and you i think we should riiiide
Come on come on come on come on
Don't worry just done get insiiide
Come on come on come on come on

The second cut, her ride is like art
We get creative in it when we take it out and spin it
The backseat is the canvas we paintin on
Abstract the word we creatin on
The TV's in the back and the dash too
Got miss napkins and bamboo
Don't worry, the tip's past the legal one
Outkast's bangin loud in my eardrum
The way the wheels spin cuttin through the still wind
Outsiders lookin in with the ill grin
Fuel injected brand new inspected
Emissions got tested details perfected
Got the armor all touch empty out the dutch
No tobacco spillin on my rug clutch
Kick off your shoes show off your peticure
Shake off the blues we all forgettin more
Boy that thing
Stuff that brings ecstasy maybe you blink
A little harder than your average ?????
Lady tell me this is better than taking a cab
And when you back tell all your girls
You rode around hot-wheelin drinkin ?????
Vacationin, V up my V8
Just one night we drive and we escape

CHORUS x2

[Jessica Rivera]
"Hmmm, so you're the one they're talkin' about.
Let me see if this is real."

[Q-Tip]
When I do it, eyes lookin' at me when the
music should be the only thing you see. It's the
score to a cinematic oddity. Lettin'
off shit, hit your ass repeatedly. Acro-
batic, wha. I'll pull something through your chest-piece.
Before she came home, pit-stopped breast be.
Watched the movie, and smoked a philly and
took a hit of D. She actin' all silly and...
I pull the brothers in depressed situations. When the
thang hit the 'phere, we risin' up to the occassion.
You're killin' me wit' petty, little rap beat.
'No fingerprints' is how my expert-ass be.
While I'm at it, I'ma stand my ground right
here. Spotlight, where the chicks is found.
You see this little-ass club we in? Yo, it's
mine, intertwine, wink your bun, do it to the drum.

[Jessica Rivera]
"Yeah, that's alright.
But I know you can do better than that! C'mon! C'mon!"

[Q-Tip]
Aiiight then. I guess we stand the same ground, same
page and wanna freak shit. I wanna
eat it, watch you beat it, cum
real hard than repeatin'. Yo!
The frivolous rap song he rap about
is no good. Remove all the crap about
my dogs is all in for the national.
No passion, then I guess they be cashin' out.
I keep my eyes on things and
I keep my shine on BLING!
My peoples ain't nothin' to toy wit'.
Professional, leavin' a boy stiff.
You doin' all while you're really talkin'.
You need to get gun or get walkin'.
This greedy-ass country we in? I guess it's
mine, intertwine, wink ya bun, do it to the drum.


[Jessica Rivera
Q-Tip
Both]
What 'chu really wanna do?
I wanna really do it right.
What 'chu really wanna do?
Grab ya hands, hug ya tight.
For real?
For real.
Well, what 'chu feel?
Well, what 'chu feel?
We can...
Do it. Do it. Do it.
Do it. Do it. Uh.
What 'chu really wanna do?
I wanna really do it right.
What 'chu really wanna do?
Grab ya hands, hug ya tight.
For real?
For real.
Well, what 'chu feel?
Well, what 'chu feel?
We can...
Do it. Do it. Do it.
Do it. Do it. Uh.
What 'chu really wanna do?
I wanna really do it right.
What 'chu really wanna do?
Grab ya hands, hug ya tight.
For real?
For real.
Well, what 'chu feel?
Well, what 'chu feel?
We can...
Do it. Do it. Do it.
Do it. Do it. Uh.
Do it. Do it.
Do it. Do it.
Do it. Do it.
Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it.


[Q-Tip]
"So, I was wondering what would happen...how would you feel if
I...came inside your bedroom, I took off all your clothes, and
took all mines off. And, uh, I got the portable DVD thing...
and...got the...right connections. I stick it in and put on top
your spa basing to get you all fucked up over the bounce. And
then, you can take it off and then..."

[Q-Tip]
now picture this a man wit his whole thing in order
movin through life at will he ill
he make his own teeth growl wit his generous style
but he still no joke wit his wisdom and smile
givin pounds all around no need to act foolish
enjoy the time no need to get toolish
i spit it out wit the general feelin that
once u vibe wit it then you keep on comin back
the north south and east and the west
wanna see which crew can do it the best
Is it the North, where people drink juice and Smirnoff?
Girls go hard but they lips stay soft
the west where cats throw jets to play
smokin green all day keep a loked out sway
east..side..the hustle get real
pretty young things with their mass appeal
or the south where thugs keep gold in their mouth
big ol' girls with their thang hangin' out
whatever it is I hope you evolve
we gon push it to my level let the G evolve come on

Chorus: [Q-Tip]
Go..go at..go at it hard..real hard

[Q-Tip]
everybody take note to your man and ya'll
and I will take note to the grand
it's venomous I mean the way they hate
they can't wait for my to mize me meet my great but
no attention I give them no light
niggas gotta know that I go through mics
go through walls with sounds and speakers with real drives
You can't fuck this nigga from Tribe a yo
I put my mind to the work in here
and make sure that all of ya can understand
that I don't do bitch, I don't do tricks
I stay doing beats while you stay layin' bricks
I do do the things that keep me from the rest
and I do that well if I do suggest yo
put your hands on your system and feel me out
or put your hand on your money and hold your cloud
the indoor seat of lady galor seas
she get touched once and she'll never divorce me
hey clear your brain as I implimate raw thoughts
you shouldn't be aware that I don't get off course
stayin' steady on it niggas ain't ready for it
flourin' it hard with A.J. Pettite on it
a noble's face and I'm doing my pace
makin' sure all my conrads get a true taste
what?.. a good shit and I'm ringing your memory
we goin' hard yo and that's how it need to be
so wake up and take that sleep outcha eyes my friend
here's the mot-to in your ear hear this again

Chorus

heavy hitters knockin shit out the park
you didn't even really play tell me why did you start

end of time
We are running out
Its all gonna end
We are running out
End of time

[Q-Tip]
for real though who really got sick though
on the edge got the ledge hangin' out of the window
bird chest niggas witcha winderous fearaf
fuck around you'll be against me the size of a meal sack
cutie little bucks better hit the jake
but that doesn't mean nothin to the heart within
you cramped up you and your team I'm amped up
and you asses can't dip my B
my shine what the fuck is on your mind?
Little weaklink rappers better hit the grind
Other brothers ain't motivated they can't do it
Not only the opposite train it I ran through it
My music comes on and we march at the dance
Inside of your mind or inside of my pants?
Use a cruel intention that we have is bad
You sick? Drink a NyQuil when I'm bed on your ass
Oh well then here comes the gellatiin
Tips on some sugars but you yap on your sellin' friends
Now your party is completely blown
Real name is Kamal I'll make him peep his own
It's rap time for you that means nap time
Preachin from my joint what the fuck I'ma clap mine
Singin songs in 6 pens with sit tensed
Surpised your ass is the end like the sixth sense
heavy hitters knockin shit out the park
you didn't even really play tell me why did you start
spittin sharp blades lakes with bleach
you wanna play around kid I'm not a walk at the beach
a stroll in the park or your fuckin playground
put on your headphones and tell me how granades sound
put on your walkmase and go underneath the town
Q-Tip abstract how I gets down

Chorus: [Busta Rhymes]
All my bitches, dance if you know that you dam sure
Let your pussy drip on the dance floor if you wanna
[Q-Tip]
get down
[Busta Rhymes]
fuck that niggas will bust gats
better lit a make for their rush that cuz they wanna
[Q-Tip]
get down
[Busta Rhymes]
blick shit piano sick shit
[Q-Tip]
get down
[Busta Rhymes]
chill you can get off my dick and
[Q-Tip]
get down
[Busta Rhymes]
while I'm on the hook get on your good foot
and blow up the spot for all of you niggas cuz that's how we
[Q-Tip]
get down

[Q-Tip]
comin with the brand new quickly we pant to
the young black man with intentions to band you
see that people need a age in things
so many paid their ways so many phean to stay
I really rhyme cuz I feel I should say things
By the fortualte act rap just so they cop rings
Or maybe because when they was young
They was fronted on a life alone that have their own fun
Now their all grown up to be assholes
I'm giving you the rope will you tie talassels?
You swing dingaling for peas trees
While I sip my Dacarees in the south west breeze
Writings so exciting the pen it keeps
Drippin out jings that's converted to hems and them
People be hummin in formality next to kin
My family is starvin? You know they want me to win
We forfeit nigga please get off it
Second checkin my name to my office
Mutombo in the lane yo I toss it
Abstract comin through witness abortion

Violator makin' you sweat
Violator we doin' our thing
Violator we bringin' the pain
Violator we doin' our thing
Violator we bringin' the pain
Violator we makin the stand
Violator we doin' our thing

Uh, check it out now
Uh, yeah yeah now
Uh, check it out now
Uh, no doubt yo

[Q-Tip]
You such a thang, a sexy little thang
I'm Hot Boyin' it, admirin' your chain
You got a fella nose wide on the reala's side
I wanna dance real close, ride up when you're hot
Playin' games yo, I never cared about it much
But you the girl who keep her eyes closed and smokin' dutch
For real, you sucha little pretty bell
You make a nigga front pants hit the mean swell
Whatchu say? I said you stimulate my brain cells
But it's one thing I really wanna say
What?

1 - [Q-Tip]
You're such a vivrant, vivrant
Vivrant, a vivrant, vivrant
Yo, you such a vivrant, vivrant
Vivrant, a vivrant vivrant

[Missy Elliot]
You got some new shit, tryin' to gas me so we can do it
Boy, you ain't slick because I keep all dogs trained
I'll make you scream my name
Oh, you's a hot boy, before you talk junk, whatchu got boy?
If you let me touch, I'll wake it up, boy
Let you supply me for a month, boy
Oh well, get up boy, I like it rough boy
But if it's too rough, take a detour
Slide right down to my seashore
By the way I don't smoke, so what the weed for?
You get a low score

Repeat 1
Repeat 1

[Busta Rhymes]
Yo, it's such a vivrant, vivrant
Immaculate baby, you're lookin' magnificent, different shit
Whiles we talkin', let's get intimate
Frontin' like you ain't even fuckin', actin' all innocent
Wait, you know you fuckin' with the fresh, baby
When I bunch, you're the type to say "rub it in my flesh, baby"
Crazy the way you chatter lay me like a baby
On the mattress, caress and lick me like a nestle's, baby
Woo, you put a tingle up a nigga's spine
Got me twitchin' all funny while we fuckin' and spillin' wine, yo
I love the way my shorty treat me
How she be throwin' it back, the way my shorty freaky
Yeah, my shorty wildin', it's a full moon
While I'm blowin' her back with surveillance all up in the room
Damn, so now we fuckin' like we ignorant
Ladies who we can get with the vivrant, vivrant, yo,

It's such a vivrant, vivrant, a vivrant viv'
A vivrant, vivrant, yo, yo
That's just a vivrant, vivrant, vivrant, viv'
Yo yo a a yo yo yo yo
It's such a vivrant, vivrant, vivrant, viv'
Vivrant, vivrant, yo yo
It's such a vivrant thing, a vivrant viv'
Yo yo a a yo

Uh uh uh uh uh get up
Uh uh for real uh uh
Come on
Ummah, Ummah, Ummah, Ummah

[Q-Tip]
A hard time if your motion is still
Let me move some things around because the lyrics is ill
Abstract..you know my stiggidy in here [yeah]
Niggaz get on and swear it's they fuckinyear
But yo your girl just moved
to the joint in the club, in the car if it groove [uhh]
Broad look, the movement is on
Mild mannered mami's in Victoria thongs, uh
I give my rhyme a bless
Guaranteed to make it right if your night is a bust [yeah yeah]
You Vivrant and you fresh and all
Original to say the least and you've impressed Kamal [come on]
Rappers start then they stall
Findin it very hard to make it over the wall
Hey, get your weight up, my motto you heard?
And I grown a deaf ear to felonious words, uh
So girls move it around
If you see your main dog give a brother a pound
And just uh..

Chorus: Q-Tip

Breathe and Stop, for real and give it what you got, and just uhh
Breathe and Stop, for real and give it what you got
Give it what you got, give it what you got
If you on the block then give it what you got

[Q-Tip]
A thug, a thrill, you as mean as the eyes [say word]
I wanna feel you, them big ass thighs
Your Prada dress or your Gucci bag
with the Polo jeans over doobi-bag, uh
Yo hold the door a-ight?
We comin through, Tribe beef, hold it down for the night
Big Moon got the fifth
D-Lyfe he got the deally and girl you got the gif [yeah for real love]
turn it over the page
Usherin all of y'all to a brand new age, where [yeah]
status really don't matter
everbody get right to the pitter the patter [come on]
Makin moves, settin precedence
Enterin your residence, the whole scene is decadence
and the feelin is true
I'm seein me and my crew, you seein black and blue, uh [yeah]
So let's go for the ride
Strap yourself in tight and if you bonafied then just uh

Chorus

[Q-Tip]
Dunn what what bring it, bring it
A-bring it give it bring it give it
bring it give it bring it give it
bring it give it bring it give it
bring it give it bring it give it
bring it give it bring it give it
A-where we bring it to?
Right here, right where? Right here, right where?
Right here, right where? Right here, right where?
Right here, right where? Right here, here here
Right here, take it home home, take it home, right here

[Q-Tip]
Millenium, on your mind, are you runnin out of time?
Hope you skippin every line because I'm gettin mine
Move it around a bit again
Every block every town we startin a trend [for real for real]
Eye to eye ma and toe to toe [toe to toe]
Who concentratin on killin the show?
Penetration is methodically slow
Mountain high valley low gonna find the dough [yo for real for real]
All my peoples, no matter the creed
We gonna satisfy the urge and discover the need [uhh uhh uhh uhh]
You feel, you feel the bite in this
If you think I'm type real then invite me miss
And let me say a rhyme in your ear
Dancin close you the most and you fit in here [yeah]
You feel the rhythm is right
You know the spittin is tight
You think you won't but I think you might, uh

Chorus: 8x