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1. _ Break Ya Neck
[Busta Rhymes] 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 ride 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... {*pause*} 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! [Chorus] more free lyrics |
2. _ Bad Dreams
[Busta Rhymes] Yo me and my niggas and my clique be getting mad cream Balling the club, now I'm drunk having a bad dream This mothafucker tried to greet me with wealth I never knew that I would see that day that I would meet the devil himself This nigga was eagerly waiting to prove it Astonishingly, already dancing to his own burial music Well anyway, he plottin' to do it to me In a certain kind of way, and started off directly popping shit to me While he spoke a couple of fires would spark While he sat in the shadow talking his shit we watch the sky getting dark (he said) [Devil] (?) Where it hurts I'll leave you in a (?) straight up leaking in the back of a church Let a ghosting crib and haunt you like a ghost in your home Leaving you old and crippet like them ruins in Rome Watch your body shrivel up and turn your asses to smoke Fuck your flesh don't get yo blood sucked, the blood of ya foes I be that nigga that'll torture your spouse And leave a thousand body bags like truth.com in front of your house [Busta] Got me bugging on a whole notha level Tell me how the fuck a nigga really end up having beef with the devil Shit bomb the whole effect the nigga had on my dreaming Body reacting mentally, going to war with the demon Seem (?) like the typical storm So embellished in the dream a nigga felt it in the physical form The dream got my nose runny and shit Eyes watery, shorty watching my body twitch funny and shit Giving shorty sleeping with me the creeps She bugging off how a nigga just sweating and breathing so hard in his sleep Determined to conquer this nigga so let it begin Absolutely focused on killing the demon within So now we fight in the name of my brethren And every blow connect during the fight you can hear the thunder roll into heaven, Ain't hell a deep breath of fresh air The devil's presence blows a cold draft leaving a scent of death in the air While my mind was reassembling now Simultaneous wifey watching a nigga body trembling now Couldn't conquer me so now the devil wanted me dead Stabbing a nigga with the same bone he ripped from his head Yo its funny how the devils'll test us But if fully select, niggas bless with something some'll raggle with impressions Til I'm dead I'm always battling through You can't believe you cut my main vein that all my blood be traveling through Somebody gotta die, settle the score Because it's me or this nigga, I'm fighting to the death, I'm ready for WAR [devil laughing fades] more free lyrics |
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3. _ 3 Mouvman
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4. _ Ro Sham Bo
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5. _ Nou Bouke
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6. _ Holla
Yeah, yea This shit sound like.. one two o'clock in the mornin with the full moon out Niggaz in they trucks creepin With a fresh box of ecstasy pills for these bitches [Verse One] Yeah, team select, please collect, G's connect Thieves nigga direct the trees to the SmokeFest Wanna take a toke? YES! The newest zone I'm in I'm like Smithsonian nigga, fuck it call me Napoleon Wave the torch, cut the head off the Leviathan The terminology I'm rhymin in cause a frenzy up in Ireland Hit ya, I'm gon get ya And drop the bomb scripture at your barmitzvah Yo, map shit out, blast through the speakers With a wifebeater on, Bushe below, a new pair of sneakers Street niggaz hang on the sidewalk, that's where I learned my fly talk Pimp-strut, and how to skywalk Moderatin how we establish the whole conglomerate The way we honor it, you'll never conquer it See how we wreck, has a global effect, on even Polish people Young and restless down to the old and feeble Peep them, Czechoslovakian to Yugoslavian niggaz Be all into my bounce so don't be botherin niggaz So NOW you should feel the whole cathedralish bounce Put one in your stomach leave you in a fetalish crouch, nigga My vernacular is spectacular Strategic plans'll have you lookin wacker than a postal office massacre Is that so? Make moves just like a fatso Bounce in a minivan Astro after my gat BLOW! [Chorus] Aiyyo, get up, get up, get dough (get dough nigga) Roll up, light up, and smoke that 'dro (smoke 'dro now) Bitch shake yo' hips and bounce real slow Niggaz rep yo' hood, I'm with that -- All my nig-gaz (all my niggaz) if you with me (if you with me) Yeah I see you (yeah) HOL-LA (Throw yo' guns in the motherfuckin air, c'mon!) All my bitch-es, if you're with me (yeah all my bitches where you at now) Yeah I see you (you know I see y'all) HOL-LA [Verse Two] Yeah, my whole entire mindstate deeper than astronomy and mathematics like Galileo Smash you niggaz like mashed potato Back when niggaz used to rock Ballys and Clarks I used to watch, little niggaz shouldn't hustle nickel crack in the park Barrels spray the brighter flame in the dark Blood spill stain on the street, that's how niggaz be leavin they mark Fuckin with diplomats who love Bailey's Monopolize and quickly get other money fuckin with Israelis So solid how we be symbolic to a handful of niggaz that be all schemin on the same wallet Them type niggaz that be conspirin and kidnappin Shit happens! Gun clap for you in a GIFT wrappin You should follow how the style switch up Like a group of religious niggaz schemin to kill they arch-bishop You big pussy nigga actin all hard Call me atheist, because I don't believe in you God It's like a grand feast celebratin the bounce of the century I tote the recipe quick for any type of discrepancy Busta Rhymes the great renaissance artist and architect Like how a Felipe (?) portrait is so hard to get We got the obscure shit for the street Nevertheless we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat Yo, we got the obscure shit for the street Nevertheless we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat [Chorus w/ slightly different (ad libs)] [Busta Rhymes] Holla at me now, c'mon! Yeah.. Busta Rhymes, cookin up a little brown stew chicken Dr. Dre niggaz, yea more free lyrics |
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7. _ You Can't Stop Music
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8. _ Mizik Sa A
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9. _ Nap Fèmen Kòn
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10. _ Interplanetary Hip-Hop
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11. _ Men Map Sone
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12. _ Galimatcha
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13. _ Je T'aime Pa M'
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14. _ Dr Diglow
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15. _ Everybody Rise Again
[Busta Rhymes] Let's get it goin Yeah... yeah I'm about to Picasso a new picture for you mufuckas I'm baaack... yeah I just want every one of you mothafuckas that here to do one thing with me C'mon [Chorus] Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise C'mon, New York, Jersey, Philly, Bemore, D.C., Virginia, come on! Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise N.C., ATL, Chicago, Cleveland, Miami, LA, Houston [Verse 1] We bite the nigga straight outta jail, give me the money nigga I'll smack you stupid, ain't nuttin funny nigga I'll lay a nigga out and use they ass to shoot like a marble black floor Bloody something like a hacksaw And then we stash a couple gats in the bag because we at war Pistol whip some of these niggas, leavin em wit cracked jaws Battlin like we in costalon, niggas see you supposed to know We extremely serious niggas You see it's so marvelous how we just strap more, pack more No chichi niggas allowed, just throw em out the back door This lone menace got it wicked for the protenants You niggas soft like limp dick and lead progenes Blessin the younger thug wit shit to look forward to The god is back, so niggas is quick and to fast forward you Yo, this shit be straight energy You've been fuckin wit Flip Mode, nigga, while I'm refreshin your memory C'mon! [Chorus] Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise N.O., Seattle, Detroit, St Louis, Dalas, South Carolina, niggas c'mon! Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise Connecticut, Pennsylvania, Boston, Buffalo, Delaware, Okland, Little Rock, c'mon! [Verse 2] You see it's hectic, respect it Blow up your deck until my cassette is ejected How I will beat you just like your father, don't even bother However nigga, whatever nigga, who wanna follow? It gets coarse like the calice of a struggling black foot under privilege I'm quick to stick you for your whole bank book Bitches follow my bounce and follow my flow Follow me now, follow me later, follow my glow Ayyo, follow instructions and follow the pro And to follow my magic, bitches wanna follow my doe Keepin ya bouncing, got all my people singin the hook Got bitches buggin like how niggas be wild in the brook Look, we street niggas, while you live by the book Funny nigga, ain't no need to shoot yourself in the foot Fuck wit bitches that's gettin doe and they know how to cook In every struggle, I always did whatever it took! So all my niggas [Chorus] Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise Maryland, Michigan, Kansas, Kentucky, Alabama, Indiana, Utah, c'mon! Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise Phoenix, Memphis, Nashville, Mississippi, Rhode Island, Colorado, Wyoming, fuck it Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise Idaho, Illinois, Minnesota, Missouri, Oklahoma, Overgod, South Dakota, come on! Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise Almafon boroughs, Brooklyn, Queens, Yorksman, Hatinstaton alley niggas, come on! Ha, yeah, everybody rise, come on Everybody rise again, rise wit me mufuckas As I welcome you all to the genesis A whole new foundation, A whole new idea A whole new experience A whole... entire... new... movement Busta Rhymes, Flip Mode Squad, I salute y'all Yeah, yeah, come on, everybody riiiiiiiiiiiiiiise Yeah, yeah, enough of the intro shit, let's get straight to it more free lyrics |
16. _ What It Is
ft. Kelis Yeah Flipmode Neptunes nigga What you want nigga, yeah What you want bitches Keep it goin, c'mon Keep it goin, c'mon Keep it goin, c'mon C'mon, c'mon [Verse 1] Who be the father to this Bounce right here niggas be followin this Modelin bitches be frontin and be swallowin this Carry on and yellin, screamin, be hollerin this Flipmode co-signed to be the sponsor for this What? To conquer this you need to march on for this What? Ha, bitches just shake it and wiggle And start to bake and just giggle And then get naked a little and shit Sweat drippin off they face and they nipple and shit Niggas wildin til they be all tired and crippled and shit Yeah you buggin on how we be doin it to ya Til you hate our niggas and shit just like bullets was travelin through ya Now, from right to left with a capital F We gon' keep this shit hot to death and we stoppin your breath Drinkin and buggin and fuckin with them hoes again But it's nothing cuz y'all niggas know we 'bout to blow again [HOOK:] Kelis and Busta Busta, what it is right now Yeah Busta, what it is right now Eh-heh, eh-heh Busta, what it is right now Yeah, eh-heh, eh-heh Busta, what it is right now What you want? Eh-heh, eh-heh Busta, what it is right now Yeah, eh-heh, eh-heh, eh-heh Busta, what it is right now Yeah, what-chu... Busta, what it is right now What you want now Busta, what it is right now Flipmode, c'mon, c'mon [Verse 2] Let me show you what it is right now Let me... step up and handle my biz right now Niggas don't even know what it is right now Got 'em mad as if I was bonin they wiz right now So let me dig right now all in your ass way she bouncin got my... Bubbly startin to fizz right now Ayo, fuck it shit is feeling kinda big right now Got 'em ready to split a couple of wigs doin tricks wit her ass Shoulda seen what shorty did right now Got me stuck on just takin her back to my crib right now C'mon, the way shorty throwin that ass all over the place Why shorty dizzy tryin to throw it all up in my face Oooh... so what you got right now Cuz we comin to blow the whole entire spot right now Nigga we hot right now, all you other niggas move your shit over Because we comin take your slot right now [HOOK] [Kelis] This be the beat to rock for the street More hot shit we givin you more heat Feelin that bounce bangin the concrete Bangin in the club and bangin it in your jeep Flipmode Squad 2001 Wave your hands and rep where you from We keepin it street cuz that's how we live It's what it is baby, it's what it is baby [Verse 3] C'mon See what it is is that we smokin got you open my nigga Reppin til the very last word is spoken my nigga Think we jokin we be makin niggas soakin they clothes While niggas is runnin and wildin busy scopin these hoes Bitches is runnin and wildin scopin niggas wit dough While we keepin niggas open like we smokin the 'dro Heh, see what it is is that we create a ruckus Cuz that's what we love to do muh'fuckas, c'mon [HOOK] Flipmode nigga, c'mon Violator muh'fucka, c'mon We got Kelis muh'fucka, c'mon Neptunes muh'fucka, c'mon, yeah Bus-A-Bus muh'fucka, c'mon , yeah Everybody in the spot, c'mon, yeah What it is right now, c'mon Bus'll tell ya what it is right now, c'mon Bus'll tell ya what it is right now, c'mon 2001 hot shit, c'mon Hot shit, hot shit, hot shit, c'mon more free lyrics |
17. _ As I Come Back
Here we come yo, here we go (Its goin on now) - [3x] Busta Rhymes nigga, here we go Flipmode nigga, here we go Neptunes nigga, here we go Once again my niggas, here we go Arrrrah! [Verse 1] Come on, guess whos back in town, Bitches get on the dance floor and pull ya shit on doownnah! From miles around, I been fuckin bitches up and flip a brand new soundraah! The most hot shit all around So hot it make a bitch wanna give me a poundraah! Huh, fall on the ground, (come on) Roll up a backwood and stay steamin the brrownraah! The way we comin to town, See we controllin the fort now, nigga give me the crrownraah! Talk that shit to me girl, arrah, wha you say, arrah! Strip for me, I got the camcorder shorty make her flip for mearrah! And how ya ass get split for mearrah! See how we makin you black And from the party and we keep the D.J bringin' it back I'm sayin [Hook 2x] Uh, uh, uh along with the track man Uh pardon me, uh, as I come back Uh, uh, uh along with the track man Uh pardon me, uh, as I come back, nigga [Verse 2] What we gon do in two thousand two, Eventhough we havin fun in two thousand oneraah! Stay strapped, grippin my gun Up in the truck, packed with bitches stackin my onerrah! And while we wlyin' in fun, All of my bitches show me ya ass and rep where you fromraah! Come on, arrah, cuttin' it down Such a way we make police come and shuttin it downrraah! I hope you see how we takin it there And while we at it motherfuckers throw ya hands in the airraah! Valet parkin the car While we up in the club buyin every drink in the barraah! We givin you this shit, come on We showin niggas how we always flip the script come onrraah! Back off, get out of my face, And everytime we come through nigga, give me my space I'm sayin [Hook 2x] [Verse 3] For my dogs we be keepin it raw But bitches be gasin a nigga, please give me some moreraah! They way you be shakin ya shit to the floorrah!; Damn!...arrah!! I'ma give it to you mami for sure And if you couldn't take it what is you fuckin me forrah! Ya niggas know how to act And when we arrive niggas know we come to pushin shit back I'm sayin [Hook 2x] more free lyrics |
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18. _ Keep on Rockin
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19. _ Lady Pimp
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20. _ Ya Heard
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21. _ Ode to the Thief
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22. _ Great White Balls of Fire
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23. _ Shake Butt
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24. _ Ajt Se Sal Ye
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25. _ Jack Bauer
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26. _ Path of Rust
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27. _ Pass The Courvoisier
ft. P. Diddy [P.Diddy w/ Busta In Background] Oh yea, I like this, Ladies & Gentlemen The time you all been waitin for (lets do it, do it, do it) This is a Bad Boy, Flipmode collaboration (Come on) [P. Diddy] Shake ya ass (come on), watch yourself (o.k) I'm the man (lets go) and no one else raah, raah [Busta Rhymes] Like a dungeon dragon Still king of the flow, while my mink be draggin' I said I'm sick with the flow Stick a dick in ya hoe Make them shut down the club, we threw a brick in da door [P. Diddy] Shit, I'm the number man, hot like summerjam [Busta (Puff)] Slick like Fonsareli, and rich like cunningham I stretch them like rubber bands (I make them say) Oh shit, the bitch got up and left with another man (Saaay what!?, wha is you talkin bout?) Theres nothin to talk about (see), you just a walk about I light a long L, and just blowin the smoke about [P. Diddy] See, we serious wit it, they aint nothin to talk about [Busta] And while I scope it out, I love the way you bounce Shake ya shit tuck in ya ass in poke it out, come on [Chorus: Busta & P. Diddy] [Busta] Give me the Henny, you can give me the Cris You can pass me the Remi, but the pass the Courvoisier [Diddy] Give me the ass, you could give me the dough You can give me 'dro, but pass the Courvoisier [Busta] Give me some money, you can give me some cars But you can give me the bitch make sure you pass the Courvoisier [Diddy] Give me some shit, you can give me the cribs You can give me whaever just pass the Courvoisier [P. Diddy] We got these hoes lovin it They gettin familiar man, they screamin out my government (Sean John) I like them in twins like doublement (Don Juan) [Busta] We be bangin all types of chicks from here to (Hong Kong) The best dressed bitches actin all cute to my shit And get the wlyin out they actin like a ? to my shit ? go a distance from yours, we holdin Jewish money now Down to the credit card different from yours [Diddy] Its the law for me to get in ya drawers I run the city of cars, they call me Mr. Diddy, the boss You know me, the only G to willy a porshe [Busta] We get dough in all land the size of philly of course Can imagine the price that my jewlery really would cost We go to clubs with a briefcase and a half milli to floss (damn) Fuck around and you can really get tossed Ken Griffey flow, call me Alaska 'cause I be the king of the frost What you can do is [Chorus] [Hook: Busta] Five thousand boomin watts I got a thousand karats all over my watch Travel lighty, flow back easy Back with the bus-a-bus and the P.D We stay livin at the top of the charts The shit we be spittin, be state of the art We rockin ya block shit, wlyin like rock shit Strapped with the gun and the street corner hot shit [Diddy] Now we sittin' in the drop top pretty Knock, knock who is he? [Busta] Bus-a-bus, I put it down and this I get busy (Excuse me bus-a-bus) Full control of the city, if you aint know [Diddy] By the way, the name is Puff It aint my fault ya dane corrupt We went form Henny, to Remi to Moe to Belve to.. [Busta] The game is us; we gettin money motherfucker And the game we trust Everytime we put it down, reppin the name is a must Flipmode! [Chorus 2x] [Puff Talking:] yea, yea, yea just pass the Courvoisier yea, pass me that louie that motherfuckin' that that iron groove Nineteen vintage motherfuckin' medievil Ow, bitch. Yea, just pass the courvoisier That that shit make, that dark shit just me wanna fuck Straight up, I just need to know Dis nigga Diddy dick hard as a..[mumbles] more free lyrics |
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28. _ I'm an Expert in Nameology
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29. _ Genesis
[Busta Rhymes] Genesis Genesis Genesis Genesis Genesis Genesis Genesis Genesis [Hook] As we welcome you after the future Oh! we come to give you that Operating like we be official Yeah! we come to mutiply And were planning a scheme for the long win Yeah!our shit be always right Every move you'll see how it's related [Busta] Genesis Genesis Genesis [Hook] [Busta] Genesis Genesis [Verse 1] While we continuosly stay sculpturing bombs Love, unconditional greetings with opening arms And for my worthy niggas i'm a die tyrin for ya'll With the blessing of an angel tear cryin' for ya'll Back to the foundation, takin you, wander back where it all started With a whole new beginning and a brand new hunger Starving to where my skin was suffocating my ribs Now we got bitches interior decorating my crib Touch the love I got like you holdin my heart in my hand And watch my manifest that shit was all a part of the plan The fashion that I choose to deal with this shit Sometimes it's so hard to describe the passion that I feel for this shit How many struggles I survived just to eat this meal Never thought ya'll maybe thinkin' that it could be this real Flipmode up in this bitch now let me make you aware Too late for turning back my nigga cause we takin' it there [Hook] [Busta Rhymes] Genesis Genesis Genesis And leave! [Verse 2] And leave a mark until it's deep in the floor Ya'll niggas fucked up never should've let let me get my feet in the door And then I step through, fuck wiping my feet at the door I be the deacon i'm beatin' niggas and speaking of raw Strictly raw shit is what niggas be seeking me for testing my strenght, that's what the devil's trying to weaken me for C'mon, yes! and ya'll off to the next step for sure Rep and make you wanna accept more Niggas analyze the jewel that I reveal in a rhyme I'm like something that has evolved about a million times Peep the display with all the new features The way we really doin it, these mu-fuckas probably wouldn't believe it Flipmode Squad by all means I pledge of allegiance With the great feeling of people like the comin' of Jesus While a lot of other niggas don't be telling you nothing That be the same bullshit that's always pushin' my buttons Godly is how we rep this undeniable force You like a weak preacher, sware, you smack dead on a cross Smack ya fingers for tryin' to put your hands in the sauce Sometimes i think that it would be best if you run And do yourself a favor, cause you got your whole life ahead of you son! A whole new thang starting for me Smell so much ass in a spot, the beat got the world fartin' for me When I spit you know I always love to gun a shit hard While you loving, hating niggas trying to tarnish the God I know some dudes that would love to bring the hatred to ya'll While I continue to bless you with shit that's is sacred to ya'll Even if I had to bend you in place I always put it down and rep my niggas from the most genuine place From my street corner niggaz to my live niggas everywhere Too late for turning back, we takin' it there [Hook] [Busta: repeat 35X] Genesis more free lyrics |
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30. _ Assassinations and Conversations
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31. _ Get That Loving On
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32. _ Shut 'Em Down 2002
feat. Pete Rock [Busta Rhymes] Yeah.. back by popular demand, it's about to get Godly Yeah.. hold it now! AOWWW! C'mon, c'mon (c'mon).. yeah Huh.. c'mon, c'mon (c'mon).. yeah Huh! Bear witness on the way we stay cuttin 'em down In two-thousand-two, shuttin 'em down Have you sippin on it 'til you start suckin it down I hope you know that we ain't FUCKIN around Niggaz you betta BELIEVE when you see me the shit be double trouble I overLOAD and take this SHIT to another level I shut it down, sho' nuff, pack ya bags Let me work, make it hurt, cause I'm next wreck Lay flat nigga hit the deck, or face big DISrespect In addition the SHIT we wreck Firework flow, spit and make a BIG effect Bang it in the truck until ya whole SHIT eject, c'mon Stop nigga, close ya shop SCUD missile launched fire burn quick, every SHIT we drop From the GROUND with another sound yes we put it down and always BOOM and pound, so we shut 'em down [Chorus: Busta Rhymes + (Pete Rock)] I shut 'em down (shut 'em down, shut shut shut 'em down) I shut 'em down (sh-sh, sh-sh, shut shut 'em down) I shut 'em down (shut 'em down, shut shut shut 'em down) I shut 'em down (shut 'em, sh-shut, shut shut 'em down) I shut 'em down (shut 'em down, shut-sh-shut 'em down) I shut 'em down (sh-sh, sh-sh, shut shut 'em down) I shut 'em down (shut 'em down, shut shut shut 'em down) I shut 'em down (shut 'em down, shut shut 'em down) [Busta Rhymes] Hah! One two three four five six seven eight nine Comin THROUGH, betta tuck in ya shine Once ya lookin for the HEAT, if ya seek it will find I had these devils watchin me sayin these sneakers is mine! Now hold up - we drop the bomb first then get under ya mom's skirt to get her frenzied like a motherfuckin rock concert While you're busy and tryin to FIGURE what the God's worth I'll malfunction your plans 'til the motherfuckin sound work Now I'ma CUSS when I BUST ya ass And leave 'em stiff when I hit 'em like a MUSTARD gas Steam fire when I puff, then I flick the ash You wack and I had enough, put your shit in the trash Now you know we got the shit in the smash Wild until you slip and you crash, y'know we keep the SHIT in the stash From the GROUND when we come around, yes we put it down and always BOOM AND POUND, when we shut 'em down [Chorus - w/ minor variations] [Intro to "Genesis"] As we rockin you all to the future Ahhh, we come to give you that Operatin like we be official Yeah, we come to multiply And we're plannin the scheme for the long win Yeah, our shit be always right Every move you'll see how it's related.. more free lyrics |
33. _ You Ain't Fuckin' Wit Me
Yea.. aiyyo Uncle Pat, turn up the beat just a lil' more for me bruh Yea.. [imitating the beat] This sound like Frankenstein's baby, yea [Verse One] Busta Rhymes! You know we live and in color (color) Shit butter hot, but just a little mo' gutter (gutter) Smash shit regularly, word to my mother Show love for the bitches and put it down for my brudda (brudda) Hot butter funk make it rain, close the shutter - violate Catch it from one of my bitches, boxcutter (cutter) Ahh, articulate! Feels so great that I can bless my niggaz with shit they appreciate ('ciate) No jive y'all niggaz can take a nosedive Shit so live bitches wanna give me a high five (five) UNGHHH! Fuck it, it is a must we hold grands Get with the program and fuck bitches who love to hold (hands) Foul shit, way out of order Fuck shit up leave bitches hot and sweaty drippin buckets of water (water) Disorderly conduct, will erupt When the live shit come on niggaz do what they wanna (wanna) Aight bitches, now show yo' asses [Chorus] The shit we droppin be sure to get y'all movin (get the fuck up) We keep it poppin, feel how gangsta the loop is (we keep it boppin) (we keep it gangsta muh'fucka) And it ain't no stoppin the way that we gon' do this Now what you want me to say? Say you ain't fuckin with me-ahhhhhhh (what the fuck, c'mon) [Verse Two] Huh, you see I got so much new hot shit stored Got you givin me an award, floored a couple on the come up Stretched a few, put 'em flat on they back And laid 'em stiffer than a board, the way I make my niggaz applaud My price tag, just to show up the shit Might be somethin you can't afford Make you say the Lord is my shepherd, how we astonish Move forward on novice niggaz like Cedric Ceballos with a hot song Now niggaz know we rock on, cock-strong All y'all niggaz is straight popcorn, AHH! Talk the trash, comin forth get past lie duke Pass shorty with the big horse ass (ASS) Now ain't no stoppin how we comin full blast Mix the fire with gas, that's how we put it on smash (smash) No lie, never deny - so hot we cook the shit well done just like a deep fish fry; UNNNGHH, snap crackle and pop What we drop and how we keep shit comin How we maneuver so fly (fly), so high is where we gon' take it Controllin the land, controllin the sea Now we control the whole sky; perhaps make niggaz collapse Make bitches shake they shit to the floor And feel the soul up in my raps and your face is the gutter we slap Make you crash all in your whip when you drive I hope your seatbelt's strapped, aight niggaz! Now throw yo' hands up.. [Chorus] [Busta Rhymes] Yeah, this sound like.. the music to Frankenberry or some shit The fuckin.. groovy ghoulies and friends or somethin [laughing] more free lyrics |
34. _ Make It Hurt
We gon' change things Yea, Genesis niggaz We gotta introduce y'all to the motherfuckin new millenium bounce Yea, two-thousand and one hot shit hot shit c'mon All my niggaz in the place, all my bitches in the place C'mon, c'mon, let's get to it Let's get to it, let's get to it All my niggaz and my bitches let's get to it New milleni-nigga bounce, new millenium bounce C'mon, c'mon, c'mon [Verse One] Aiyyo it's colder than a muh'fucka, who just let the hawk in? Nigga guess who just walked in? Lynch, most (?) makes them other niggaz sit upon the bench broke Then I step up in a trenchcoat nigga Got no time to be fuckin with them wonderama niggaz Let me loosen up your bra-strap mama nigga LISTEN UP! Look how we be rippin up and got the party pickin up and got you niggaz spittin up SHIT No pain, nigga never no gain, nigga no strain O.D. into my cocaine music Spit that venom; pretty thick bitches walk by If you let 'em pussy printin through they denim Take her for a ride 'round the block, let her enjoy the whip Drop her off, let her walk the strip Ain't it funny how nature work? Make bitches wanna bounce on a nigga 'til they make it hurt, c'mon [Chorus] Shake yo' shit until you make it hurt Throw yo' pussy 'til you make it hurt Pop that shit until you make it hurt Bounce 'til you really wanna make it hurt Now bang yo' head until you make it hurt C'mon, stomp yo' feet until we make it hurt Pound that shit until we make it hurt Until we make it hurt, now let's make it hurt [Verse Two] Are we ever gonna stop nigga? HECK NO! Shit now let me rip the muh'fucka from the get-go, nigga Let go 'fore you make a nigga wanna let the tec blow Bitches dancin like a stepshow, nigga Violate nigga, you gets no love, ghetto Only give a nigga show love ditto Your clique too little, fuck givin niggaz a riddle Fuck around I turn your wife into a widow Nitro nigga, make you wanna wild on the floor like a bunch of little psycho niggaz Presto, shit we got a expo of bitches in here Whylin like a bunch of lesbo bitches The best show of bitches, so electro bitches, c'mon Get on your mark, get ready set go bitches Then we go and add a little propane to it Then we send another whole flame through it Clear everything in my path, before I split you in half You wack nigga, better get you a staff The freak bitches try to hit me with math Brushin off wack niggaz while them same bitches givin me ass, yo Now let me give you more hot shit, just for the record and make bitches wanna get ass-naked, c'mon Party 'til you wanna lash out Better yet, y'all niggaz party 'til you motherfuckin pass out! [Chorus] [Verse Three] C'mon! Throw yo' hands up high y'all Light yo' L, get high y'all Shit you can't deny y'all Don't lie y'all, don't try y'all All my niggaz inside y'all C'mon, let's start that shit y'all C'mon, and you know we won't quit Then bang niggaz with hit after hit y'all, c'mon In the meantime nigga just pass me the Henny, c'mon Little Cris' and a bottle of the Remi Write a bit and STILL sortin it out Flipmode up in this muh'fucka nigga, whatchu talkin about? Hold up - a lot of people ain't compatible nigga They be buggin on how a nigga spend capital nigga Ain't it funny how nature work? Hot shit'll make 'em bounce 'til she really wanna make it hurt, c'mon [Chorus - repeat 2X] more free lyrics |
35. _ There's Only One
ft. Mary J. Blige [Busta Rhymes] Roll wit a nigga, put on some roller skates [laughs] yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Come on! Hot shit! More more more more more more! We gon continue to give it to you muhfuckas like this Put ya fuckin roller skates on! Yeah, hennessy niggas Yeah, more weed niggas I know it feel good come on, talk to ya beat (Huh) Thug niggas, yo we here to straight recruit y'all New millini niggas yo we here to straight salute y'all (Shoot y'all) Wack niggas we here to mute y'all And drop shit to make all you niggas just get the boot y'all, baby Wiggle ya shit one time (come on) Fuck you and your whole entire click combined (come on) ...Whatever the cost now, floss now Show you niggas who be the boss now All across the board wild they be bouncin my obstacle course now Sparkle with a gloss pushin a force now Now I get my wine and dine on, slide on A dick of a nigga who bust in you to get his shine on See some real live chicks sippin them mistics They buggin on how they let a nigga up in 'em this quick Don't get it twisted or we'll bring the most reliable (what!) We bringin that shit that be so undeniable [Chorus: Mary] Y'all wanna know who we with Busta Rhymes and there's only one You know my man is always rockin shit We keep it street cause that's where we're from You comin out to do your thing Underground heat to the club we bring And you know that we got this And you know that we got this [Busta] (Hugh) Brand new, all the way down the line From the new bounce the new money down to the newest shine Wit the new blue nine though I had to bust it a few times Watch these funny niggas and analyze all the true signs In due time we will accumulate, illuminate My click will fuck up the money you allowin your crew to make Yeah, and while we step up in the hot spot And fuck with these bitches until somebody start to bust shots Niggas duck for a second make sure they ain't the ones got To start the party against me (Ho) and yell blood clot! Everything be goin on from chicks blowin kisses Straight wildin out while these niggas surround these freak bitches Once somebody else started bustin they heat vicious I started holdin my toast, defendin all my street riches Up in the club champagne up in the ice bucket Now these niggas is wildin and throwin they drinks (Fuck it!) [Chorus] [Mary] Now don't get mad, cause what you had Too bad it didn't last And now we're back on this Busta track And now the games on smash [Busta] Yeah, all my live niggas get yours Floss heavy, all my bitches bounce on the floor Check it, squads deep with niggas everybody on Make the livest motherfuckers wanna bounce to my song Check it, my niggas organize, analyze the teamwork And how a bad shorty rockin that Rah Digga T-shirt And keep it goin while you tag along, swing along And see my niggas that be reppin while you sing along [Chorus - repeat 2X] [Busta and Mary ad lib] more free lyrics |
36. _ Bounce (Let Me See Ya Throw It)
[Busta Talking] Bounce, Bounce, Bounce niggas Come on bounce, come on bounce, bounce Come on bounce bitches, come on bounce Come on bounce, come on bounce Everybody bounce niggas, come on bounce What come on, come on I'm sayin bounce bitches, come on bounce now [Verse 1] Yes, yes yall, you know we talkin it all See how we bringin the street corner to Cargenie Hall It be so funny to see how badly they want it The fall, fuckin up somethin me and my niggas is ready to brawl (ha!) Now I'm ready to call my niggas get off of the wall I run up in the club like how these bitches will run in the mall While we poppin the collar holla you need to folla the scholar (aiyyoo!) Hustle for dollas and rock it until manana My niggas, KNOW HOW WE DO IT I do it for the love and the riches, my niggas hittin them switches I got the rent from my bitches (You fuck around, youse a gonner!); Put this shit back in order And keep in mind that I might be fuckin somebodys daughter My niggas that be keepin it gully and hang on the corner Bitches get the strippin and shakin they shit how they wanna Let me see it mama, and start showin ya shit I love the way you make it bounce and get the throw on ya shit [Chorus] Bounce, represent where you from (Bounce) Let me see ya throw it (bounce), Let me see ya throw it (bounce) To all my ladies (bounce), I love the way you make it (bounce) Let me see ya throw it (bounce), Let me see ya throw it (bounce) EAST COAST NIGGAZ! (bounce); Now let me see ya throw it (bounce) WEST COAST NIGGAZ! (bounce); Now let me see ya throw it (bounce) MY DIRTY SOUTH NIGGAZ! (bounce); Now let me see ya throw it (bounce) MY MIDWEST NIGGAZ! (bounce); Now let me see ya throw it (bounce) [Verse 2] Now let me warn ya (bounce) The way we comin you we bringin the storm ya'll Pack the garden up watchin all of my niggas form ya'll The way we always do it, you sayin we wrong ya'll (ah-roo) You still be lovin the way we put it on ya'll OH BABY! I know you know I really mean well Mizzy givin me head all up inside of my V-12 Female bitches throwin they pussy at retail All up in ya face see every inch of it get detailed (ah-hah!) Now we rollin wit bigger money we foldin (ah-hah!) Crackin (?) in the safe in money we holdin (ah-hah!) Hold on, pause, these bitches be droppin they drawers Layin flat on they stomache and poppin it all on the floor Comin to get us, we tossin ya niggaz like lettuce (uh-auh) Leavin you beat up we threaten the moment you met us Bitches open for bonin' and fuckin they starvin the let us Sweatin and drippin on niggaz and startin to wet us (so!) Check out the way that we reppin we comin to get it (ah-roo!) Get the fuck out the club if you aint rollin wit it I be givin you bitches some shit you be wontin to goggle Hittin these bitches that focus on wantin' to model Wether you whippin up in the truck or you revin' the trottle Or you wlyin up in the club or you throwin the bottle Just let me see it mama! and start showin ya shit I love the way you make it bounce and get the throw on ya shit [Chorus] Bounce more free lyrics |
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37. _ Consequences of Trying to Have a Relationship With a Crackhead
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