Busta Rhymes lyrics
Busta Rhymes lyrics
"Abandon Ship lyrics"
I'm So Beautiful lyrics
Out out tonight feel like going out in the night I'm gonna walk the street walk the street I wanna feel the heat feel the heat. There ain't nobody better than me can't you see? Look at me! Wild feeling wild and I'm burning up deep inside I wanna let it go let it go I'm gonna steal the show steal the show. There ain't nobody better than me can't you see? Look at me! I'm so beautiful you've gotta believe it I am beautiful. I'm so beautiful can't you see? Look at me! I said: I'm so beautiful Well everybody's welcome to this point of view. We're all beautiful can't you see? High fe
Out out tonight feel like going out in the night I'm gonna walk the street walk the street I wanna feel the heat feel the heat. There ain't nobody better than me can't you see? Look at me! Wild feeling wild and I'm burning up deep inside I wanna let it go let it go I'm gonna steal the show steal the show. There ain't nobody better than me can't you see? Look at me! I'm so beautiful you've gotta believe it I am beautiful. I'm so beautiful can't you see? Look at me! I said: I'm so beautiful Well everybody's welcome to this point of view. We're all beautiful can't you see? High fe
(feat. Rampage the Last Boy Scout)
[Busta Rhymes]
UHHHH!! You don't know what we doin right here!
[Intro/Chorus One: repeat 2X]
One two three we gon' turn it out
And make you rock to the beat and then scream and shout
We gonna hit you with the shit we got here
We gonna blow your miiiinnnd (blow your miiiinnnd)
Keep it movin like this, keep it movin like that
If I die, I'ma only come back
Yo, I'm saying if you think that you can step to me wrong
Don't even waste your tiiiimmme (waste your tiiiimmme)
[Chorus Two:]
You niggaz talk shit then abandon ship
Niggaz talk shit then they abandon ship
Niggaz talk shit, then they abandon ship
Niggaz talk shit then they abandon ship
[Verse One: Rampage the Last Boy Scout, Busta Rhymes]
I 8Off like the Assassin, now I'm blastin I'm takin over
Stick you for your blue Range Rover
I told ya, Rampage a real live soldier
Been in the game, sinc the age of thirteen
A microphone fiend, so I'm goin to see my P.O.
It's August the 1st, so I guess I'm a Leo
My P.O., look like Vanessa Del Rio
She pulled my rap sheet,
A Night On The Town lyrics
B. R. Hornsby/John HornsbyVan and Willie went out one nightOnce they get out on the roadWell then everything is alrightHad to get away from the kids and the wivesWell they ran into some city boys that didn't walk just rightAnd the line was drawn for another showdownLike they'd always seen it doneAnd when the lights came up on the little woods townTher was an old man bailing out a sonGoing out for a night on the townGoing out to the smoke and treesGoing out for a night on the townGoing out for a look and seeSaid do what your daddy told youW
just like, Neo GeoB. R. Hornsby/John HornsbyVan and Willie went out one nightOnce they get out on the roadWell then everything is alrightHad to get away from the kids and the wivesWell they ran into some city boys that didn't walk just rightAnd the line was drawn for another showdownLike they'd always seen it doneAnd when the lights came up on the little woods townTher was an old man bailing out a sonGoing out for a night on the townGoing out to the smoke and treesGoing out for a night on the townGoing out for a look and seeSaid do what your daddy told youW
Hahahaaa! I always roam through the forest
Just like a brontosaurus, born in the month of May
so my sign is Taurus, kick you in your face
like my fuckin name was Chuck Norris, make you sing my chorus
Rock to the beat and then, turn into a walrus
You remain nameless, my victory remains flawless
Acting like you wild, but I know you really harmless
While your time is coming, I make the fat shit regardless
Many niggaz wanna know when the Ramp return
Yo I'm gettin phone calls from that nigga Howard Stern
He wants to know about my Flip Mode click
The way we get down and BUST NIGGAZ SHIT
LP after LP, we make G's
I run up in your ganks den take you for your keys
I'm not lying or joking, you get broken
Dead in Flatbush, back to Roanoake and...
People always askin me, how your shit be sellin
For makin shit guaranteed to bust your fuckin melon
Police throwed me up on charges like I was a felon
There was no tellin, when I was strikin had you swellin
Cruisin in my Lands, watch the police how they be gellin
Lock you up for days and got a nigga ass smellin
Yo FUCK THAT! You best believe there ain't no time for dwell
Nothing But Fear lyrics
(Music : Rutan / Lyrics : Vincent) Consequence ... now the panic comes You?ve dabled in magik your fingers are burned Lost as you run towards the light And deep in you rheart you have nothing but fear Your future is hanging by a strand Your master makes his just demands Game of life?s price comign due A swell of fear erupts inyou You time is now ! Never a prayer, just silence rings Charity works won?t change a thing Your balance of life is on our side There?s never a place to hide What?s so real is plain in sight Cost to play; eternal life For when we play - we play for keeps Satan?s
n(Music : Rutan / Lyrics : Vincent) Consequence ... now the panic comes You?ve dabled in magik your fingers are burned Lost as you run towards the light And deep in you rheart you have nothing but fear Your future is hanging by a strand Your master makes his just demands Game of life?s price comign due A swell of fear erupts inyou You time is now ! Never a prayer, just silence rings Charity works won?t change a thing Your balance of life is on our side There?s never a place to hide What?s so real is plain in sight Cost to play; eternal life For when we play - we play for keeps Satan?s
If you ain't makin noise you need to kill the fuckin yellin
[Chorus One]
[Chorus Two]
[Verse Two: Rampage, Busta]
Yo, yo, yo I run up in your set like a New York city...
I can't slip, I beat you down with my vice grip
Your lost, that means you way off course
No remorse, I'm gettin five in The Source
I be saddleback biting motherfuckers like a horse
Turn and toss, niggaz all up in my applesauce
Watch me reinforce, my shit feel good like intercourse
Ever since I was a shorty rockin Hugo Boss
Aiyyo bust it Bust (why) you just made my day
If you didn't put me on I'd be locked like O.J.
Now I'm writin rhymes hittin shorties everyday
In the full runnin drinkin ice Tanqueray
I don't eat pork I take a fish fellet
Now I'm knockin out niggaz from .. to .. touche!
Now I'm goin back around the way
I'm rippin shit, like my name was Marvin Gaye
Yo, now I'm back with more Bionic like my name was Colt Seavers
Got you niggaz open like a bunch of wide receivers
Time is on the meter, go clean your act up in the cleaners
Chickenhead, give me some of your chicken fajitas
Yo I beg your pardon, I wr
18 Years lyrics
Music: Scheepers/ Schlachter Lyrics: Scheepers Are you still satisfied with the situation That you've into for many years now? Time is movin' on your childhood it's gone But you don't realize that the game it isn't won Blind you think that you're safe at home But the fall is near if you carry on 18 years of freedom - where have they gone? Try to understand - you must search to take Before you old - you must learn to live your life before you're old Break out the change is drawing near Decisions to stop, to turn and stare Solutions my thoughts are getting lighter I'm leaving and I no l
te my rhymes way past the marginsMusic: Scheepers/ Schlachter Lyrics: Scheepers Are you still satisfied with the situation That you've into for many years now? Time is movin' on your childhood it's gone But you don't realize that the game it isn't won Blind you think that you're safe at home But the fall is near if you carry on 18 years of freedom - where have they gone? Try to understand - you must search to take Before you old - you must learn to live your life before you're old Break out the change is drawing near Decisions to stop, to turn and stare Solutions my thoughts are getting lighter I'm leaving and I no l
Squeeze the Charmin, peace to one million men marchin
When you talk shit you really don't know what you startin
Now your shit is done like a fuckin empty milk carton
It's on for the nine-six, mad shows at the Ritz
Now we got you open like Fixx
Stickin to your stomach like Quaker Oat Grits
Fisherman hat with my brand new kicks
On the low, I still rock my Girbauds
See the show, I got my nickel plated fo'-fo'
All my rough niggaz open the do'
Cause Boy Scout brings the ruckus and I'm still hardco'
Yo, when I walk streets you know my blade's a little sharper
Fuck Peter Parker, I cross you like a magic marker
Everytime I hit I always hit a little harder
Blazing to the point where niggaz look a little darker
Catching suntans from my music, fans understand
Making fat shit, I always love to lend a helping hand
Organized rhyme unit like the Poison Clan
While your ride is busted, I be your luxury Sedan
Number one nigga in the chain of command
Breakin fool in school like my nigga Geechie Dan
Aiyyyyyo, I see intruders on my scan
Singin at your funeral like Bobby Bluebland
[Chorus One]