Busta Rhymes lyrics
Busta Rhymes lyrics
"Betta Stay Up In Your House lyrics"
Bulls On Parade lyrics
This microphone explode, shatteringThe moldsYa eighter drop tha hits like de la o or get thaFuck off tha commodeWit tha sure shot, sure ta make thaBodies dropDrop an don't copy yo, don't call thisA co-optTerror rains drenchin', quenchin' tha thirst ofTha power donsThat five sided fist-a-gonTha rotten sore on the face of mother earth getsBiggerTha triggers cold empty ya purseThey rally round tha familyWith pockets full of shells<
This microphone explode, shatteringThe moldsYa eighter drop tha hits like de la o or get thaFuck off tha commodeWit tha sure shot, sure ta make thaBodies dropDrop an don't copy yo, don't call thisA co-optTerror rains drenchin', quenchin' tha thirst ofTha power donsThat five sided fist-a-gonTha rotten sore on the face of mother earth getsBiggerTha triggers cold empty ya purseThey rally round tha familyWith pockets full of shells<
[Busta Rhymes]
Yea, I know it's kinda cold outside
Bring your nasty ass inside
("Eddie you should know better.." - [C. Mayfield])
Play yourself a dark corner motherfucker, yea
("Brother, you know you're wrong.." - [C. Mayfield])
Come on, can't stop, won't stop, rockin' for you niggas
'Cause I rep the street and Johnnie Cochran for you niggas
And I, got a state gun cockin' for you niggas
(twenty-one) legal (gun) shots
[Rah Digga]
Poppin' for you niggas
And I, blow tones, more force than cyclones
Shit is on everytime I catch a Ron Jones
Thug bitch, rock boots and hoops with rhinestones
(Got the) key (to the) city and (run the crime zone)
[Busta Rhymes]
Now come on, take something, shake something, break something
Stop, close your shop, you niggas ain't sayin' nothin'
Niggas be frontin' and knowin' they ain't really weighin' nothin'
Betta
Crying lyrics
I was all right for a while I could smile for a while then I saw you last night you held my hand so tight when you stopped to say hello then you wished me well, you couldn?t tell that I?d been Crying over you Crying over you then you said ?so long? left me standing all alone alone and crying crying, crying, crying it?s hard to understand that the touch of your hand can start me crying I thought that I was over you but it?s true, oh so true I love you even mor
(stop) 'fore we (pop) and really (get to sprayin' something)I was all right for a while I could smile for a while then I saw you last night you held my hand so tight when you stopped to say hello then you wished me well, you couldn?t tell that I?d been Crying over you Crying over you then you said ?so long? left me standing all alone alone and crying crying, crying, crying it?s hard to understand that the touch of your hand can start me crying I thought that I was over you but it?s true, oh so true I love you even mor
[Busta] Flood it up
[Digga] Whip it up
[Busta] Smoke it up
[Digga] Blooded up,
Niggas straight tryin' to brake, I tell 'em shut it up,
I spit the ill for real, ain't nothin' buttered up,
(Flipmode) doin' it (everybody) love it up
[Chorus]
East coast, what up? West coast, what up?
Midwest, what up? Dirty South, what up?
All my chickenheads, put it in your mouth,
It's Flipmode, better stay up in your house
All my thugs, what up? Thug bitches, what up?
Street niggas, what up? Stack riches, no doubt
We got the block locked take another route,
It's Flipmode, better stay up in your house
My niggas HOOK
[Rah Digga]
Dirtiest, wordiest, Jersey it's wetter than a mile
I stalk like pedophiles, no body get's saved when I bless the child
Gettin' (eight) like (snapper) you too fessed to vow
Music by Tolkki, words by Kotipelto Throwing my dreams out of my mind casting them into the sky canceling tasks I've delayed for so long now it's do or die I can't be seen I can't be heard but I am here and I am wondering Will the sun rise tomorrow will it light up my sky can I wake up with no sorrow awaiting Will the sun rise tomorrow will I still see the dawn and not worry 'bout the future anymore At the end of each day I promise myself I'd better start to li
[Busta] Hold up
[Digga] Run on
[Busta] Get up
[Digga] Come on
[Busta Rhymes]
Ahhooo!
And put every single nigga where I'm from on
(Bitches) all in the (spot) go head (and get your) fun on
(Niggas keepin' it) movin' (go head) and get your (thug on)
[Rah Digga]
(What on) earth possesed y'all to try a lil' (drunk) lil' (high)
Big heads in the sky make (niggas) straight (cry)
Without Mo' and Dry, take it down (homeboy) got bigger fish to fry
Fuck that (Other nigga) Rush that (sucker nigga)
[Busta Rhymes]
Niggas love the way we sound up on another Digga
(Hot D) but I got another younger brother bigger
(Digga) pass me the Henny so I can take another swigger
[Chorus]
[Rah Digga]
Switch it up like Ak-Nel
Why you hit a dry spell,
Cats like you get no reply on the Skytel
(Hate y'all) Raps like Eminem hat
El Aparato lyrics
Ay que Hombre que maneja el aparato cuando voltie lo tenia arriba, es una Luz. Algun tiempo me dejo inmovil, Sol me quedo el zumbido de La Luz. Lo escuchaba en mi cabeza, en Lengua extra?a me hablaba, pero entendi. Lo juro que no habia tomado Solo estaba encandilado; La hora perdi. Ay, yo se que vendra por mi Y me llevara a un jardin. Cuando me encontre con pablo fue que me conto esta Historia No lo crei. Eso fue algunos meses que no lo vemos mas por aqui Ya no
e BritneyAy que Hombre que maneja el aparato cuando voltie lo tenia arriba, es una Luz. Algun tiempo me dejo inmovil, Sol me quedo el zumbido de La Luz. Lo escuchaba en mi cabeza, en Lengua extra?a me hablaba, pero entendi. Lo juro que no habia tomado Solo estaba encandilado; La hora perdi. Ay, yo se que vendra por mi Y me llevara a un jardin. Cuando me encontre con pablo fue que me conto esta Historia No lo crei. Eso fue algunos meses que no lo vemos mas por aqui Ya no
(Bonafide) MC (Who) fuckin' with me?
[Busta Rhymes]
Top niggas better give props nigga
('Fore you get dropped) fuck around and get your shit popped nigga,
Flip-flop niggas, you could (really get your shit mopped)
Or left to lay up in a pit stop nigga
[Digga] Spillin' it
[Busta] Feelin' it
[Digga] Killin' it
[Busta] Come on!
[Rah Digga]
The hardest MC don't want flex no more
(Make it hot) everytime I rock, rest assured
Shit'll have that (who could rock) the raw best award, nigga
[Busta] Look it up
[Digga] Cook it up
[Busta] Shook it up
[Digga] Book it up
[Busta Rhymes]
When we (rock) you shouldn't watch (promoters) nook it up
(Raise the level a little) you know (my niggas) took it up
(In and outta big) figgas while me and (Digga) cook it up
[Chorus]