! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 14, 2005 Share قام بنشر August 14, 2005 It Ain't Safe No More... The Surgeon General.. of the Flipmode Squad.. has determined.. that the sounds you about to hear.. can be devestatin.. to your ear.. to your mind.. to your body.. to your souuuuuuuuuuuuuullll! [Chorus: Flipmode + Meka] You better, pack up your bags, better get out of town Cause when the God come you know he gon' be puttin it down Everything we do be blowin, better get on the ground It ain't safe no more, it ain't safe no more (nigga) He keeps it wicked by creatin the sound That make the people wanna spaz 'til they give him the crown ###### around you'll turn up missin just to never be found It ain't safe no more, it ain't safe no more (nigga) [Verse One] Bodies'll turn up missin, I promise you need to listen Abolish the need for ######, I polish and shine and glisten Demolishin while I'm whistlin, astonished while you're witnessed Hardest to smash another artist son, regardless if it is a nigga who think he the greatest son I'll lock him in the fridge And hang him from both of his ankles when we drop him from the bridge Blockin your paper really stoppin that dude from gettin his Poppin the safe and splurgin, havin the crew up in the crib Block 'til these niggaz havin 'em rockin gargle with a bib Shittin and fartin, spittin and vomitin all in the crib Fallin into shock from the bullets we shot up in they ribs Hot up the block and blew up the spot and got up out the mix Tried it a couple stops and spotted the Squad up in they whips Plotted and then I signed on the dotted line and made a wish Return us even the hardest makin you garbage niggaz sit The smartest now you a target only the heartless niggaz win Chorus [Verse Two] You can't believe can you, I'm callin my dog Nathaniel And ballin with all my mans you'll be blowin and all will hand you Accordingly or disorderly bullets are sure to bang you considerably my 9 milli hit you at any angle Shootin, shootin, shootin - high, low, verticle or horizontal And if you were makin plans I do think you gon' have to cancel Sorry I had to ask you, save it I have to blast you Takin a chance to laugh from you makin the masses gas you So now you thinkin that you tough and that we can't get at you Change up your mind and leave you stiffer than a massive statue Tired of talkin need to use all your precautionary measures Washin off the blood haulin the water force of steady weather You can handle it or you can't, it be only gettin better Like a candle, we burn your chandles and make you feel the pressure Cockin it back, articulatin the flow just like a lecture Break it down and rebuildin the flow, now peep the architecture Chorus It ain't safe.. in the current state.. of our democracy Terrorism.. ###### bombin New York.. ###### is crazy It ain't safe no more! All these rappin niggaz goin at other rappin niggaz heads ###### is crazy! But most importantly.. The most unsafe thing.. is that.. niggaz ain't seein, the God comin Watch where you walk! رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 14, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر August 14, 2005 Call The Ambulance Yeah.. Busta Rhymes now, Flipmode now, check it See we in two-thousand-and-three already, catch up to us Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hah, huh Now ###### case closed The ###### blow your speaker, keep turnin your base low Spaz out because I ###### say so Before I blow this ###### like we down in Waco Thick in ###### diesel, that's the way we roll Big truck ######, even my ###### whippin the Range Rov' We 'bout to skyrocket and THE WAY WE GO The way the ###### lookin love THE WAY WE BLOW Check it, we light ###### up like Broadway yo The crack-head rappers better JUST SAY NO Before I turn stupid and back the heat slow Lay and wait for niggaz in the back street yo Weak flow, take your ###### like I'm comin to Repo Create a crowd scene and stack a bunch of people We bustin through the doors, shootin through your peephole The shoot that never miss is like shootin a free throw All you niggaz better go and.. [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people Put they body on the stretcher, carry they ###### out Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people I'll put they body on the stretcher, carry they ###### out Call the ambulance [Rampage] Catch sixteen to remove your organs H-2-O ridin round in same orbits Notorious from New York to New Orleans House come with the lake swimmin with dolphins Fifty keys with large proportions Caught a few niggaz on money extortions Niggaz snitch, F.B.I. is hawkin Call Johnny Cochran, yo this nigga is walkin ######, we got to close down the club Me and my cousin Bust, we like Crockett and Tubbs Pushin Lambo's, big chains and dubs Lead the Flipmode security with snubs Uppin club levels, hundred G's and up And if them ducks rollin Bust I'm beatin it up The streets ain't safe, yo we heatin it up The party's on smash, now we tweakin it up The ###### want this ###### so they eatin it up [busta] Now all you ###### better go and.. [Chorus] [Rampage] Flipmode, we in heavy conjunction We shut it down in every function Beat you in yo' head until your brain malfunction Yo Bust, call the label, tell 'em we in production Pinky ring status so it's no discussion Stop talkin ######, niggaz dodgin and duckin I'm cream cheese with the english muffin I still got respect in the Flatbush junction, HEY [busta Rhymes] Huh, it's like we shakin down a dude We like a pack of dogs that come to take a nigga food My niggaz flip quicker than a ###### interlude I beat niggaz head and blood drippin through a tube Peep ######, I'm only here to change the ###### mood And freeze you niggaz money like a nigga gettin sued And leave you in the church watchin your body gettin viewed Don't get it ###### up or even misconstrued All you niggaz better go and.. [Chorus] رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 14, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر August 14, 2005 We Goin' To Do It To Ya Aiyyo Mega' gimme some of that barefoot jungle ###### and let me shake a leg nigga! (Megahertz) Let's give it to 'em Yo, let's give it to 'em Yo, let's give it to 'em Busta Bust, let's give it to 'em Flipmode, let's give it to 'em Check it [Verse One] Ever felt the fire burn like this (burn like this) You shocked that I've returned like this Stern like ######'ll make you firm like this C'mon, while we make the ###### yearn like this Pearl white ######'ll make the world hype quick and earl like knowin I'm bonin your girl like this Act sweet (BOY) nigga we pack heat so (BACK BOY) Stack money like a Backstreet Boy Track sheet, never whack, ###### hittin in my back seat Love my flick up in the Black Beat boy So move your black feet boy, make ###### bounce to this Don't let me have to let the mac speak boy Track meet boy, hundred meter dash, straight to the trash You corny rhymin on them whack beats boy (C'MON) And you know we rock on and on And make the ###### wanna bounce, all night long and And to my gettin money niggaz keep ballin (c'mon) You know we bout to take it to the next mornin [Chorus: repeat 2X] Get your big ###### on the floor! You know we goin' do it to ya (alright) You know we goin' do it to ya (alright) You know we doin' do it to ya (alright) nigga Get your big ###### on the floor, C'MON!! [Verse Two] The Range Ro' and everything you see is paid fo' nigga, c'mon Change flow and then we lay low Chase mo' money, ###### I wanna waste dough fo' Stack peso, big money know my small money probably bigger than your WHACK payroll Money get your hands off of me, dance all night Break ###### hot and sweaty take your tight pants off for me So ######, shorty pull your plans off on me Whylin out, while shorty ditchin her mans off for me So simple, there go the champagne glass When your pour, make sure the whole entire thing full Sinful! Still shorty puttin the somethin on me Brushin on me, whylin and feelin and touchin on me Whatchu play fo'? (RRAH!) When I hop up in my two do' Great sex and do it, say no mo' (RRAH!) Make those, know nigga we got heat big Block sheets and ###### and stay up on the hot street though (RRAH!) Get high ###### (RRAH!) fly ###### runnin the flo' Hollerin and screamin this my ######! (RRAH!) Count that in the amounts that amount to the ceiling I know you love the way we bounce back nigga Gimme my ounce back nigga, Flipmode back in the spot You can run and go announce that nigga, c'mon Chorus Get your big ###### on the floor You know we goin'.. رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 14, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر August 14, 2005 What Up Yeah! Yeah, Busta Bust down, Flipmode now I know what y'all feel like doin Go 'head and crash your whip in the ###### wall It's cool, niggaz.. we gets busy [Verse One] Fo' sho', spit rogue, get mo' bout to kick in the door ###### sore, split whores 'til they ###### on the floor Clique more sick from when you use to see us before ######, kill a nigga quick, niggaz know my rapport Keep workers on the strip that be ready for war Brick I flip a little quicker if they ###### in the store Rip, maybe 'til they drop, and they ###### in they drawers ###### crazy when I pop, and I'm grippin the four Thick ###### in the spot, watch 'em strip for the sport Spit vicious for the block, yeah we swingin a torch Stick niggaz for they ######, thank 'em for they support Quick nigga, better quit snitchin down at the court Check track a little slick and try to go on my Forbes Cause we stackin like we rich, and we holdin the fort This time, we had to bring it, guess what we brought The hottest ###### to bang from L.A. to the streets of New York Chorus All my people, get drunk, get high - WHATTUP? Get money, get rich, get fly - WHATTUP? Get stupid, get busy, get live - WHATTUP? Jump all in your whip, turn the key and drive - WHATTUP? Make a mill' yeah we gon' make about five - WHATTUP? We speak the truth and we ain't talkin no jive - WHATTUP? I'm speakin to the streets and everybody's widdit - WHATTUP? Once again you know we only come to get it - WHATTUP? [Verse Two] AOWWWWWWW!! Ha, I stay wicked now I'm back on the strip Like I went on a vacation and I'm back from my trip Nuff radio rotation like I'm sailin a ship Or when the team circle the block, busy trailin my clique Truck packed fulla niggaz with the strap and the whip Get the gat out of the stash, put it back on my hip Gat butt you in the face, split and fatten your lip Blood hit the floor louder than the clap when it drip I credit your name with bullets, read the back of the script My victim's initials engraved on the back of the clip Chicks love the way we roll, how the movement is thick So official like my name's on the back of your ###### Pay triple for the name on the back of the stitch Name like the whole city now I'm changin the pitch Kick back kinda crazy when I'm holdin the fifth Think you nicer than the God, ###### is only a myth Grab ahold of the masses, I was born with a gift Niggaz be runnin they trap, throw 'em over the cliff Thinkin and drinkin the Guinness, busy holdin the spliff Flippin and shittin on niggaz 'til we old and we stiff I don't even drive whips, throw the ###### on the lift 12 hours, one worker do the whole of the shift I do the thing to make you open your mouth And give you ###### to bang the Midwest and the rest of the South Chorus رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 14, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر August 14, 2005 Make It Clap Just make it clap, just make it clap Ay yo we 'bout to take everybody from every street And throw a party in the Grand Canyon, come on!!! Ah ha, yeah yeah, uh ah uh, yeah yeah, ah, ah, ah Flipmode baby, yeah, check it out [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Hey! Hey! Ain't no fakin the fluid Water drippin off ###### of women that's shakin it to it While I'm takin you through it, no mistakin my crew is Flipmode baby!!! got you actin all stupid Now I'm back in the cupid, just to tell you the truth is Them niggas that be havin you blacken and ready to lose it Pushin lambos and harley rockin Roberto Cavalli (Huh!) Now I got a new hobby diamonds and tattoos and bodies Watch me crash through the party, go 'head and spaz girl Tatoo in the name of my click across yo' ###### girl We 'bout to blast girl, from here to Albuquerque Like jamaican niggas rockin big chains in socker jerseys Take you on hotter journeys, the way we put it down And be hittin be havin you shittin more than a box of hersheys We come to control it we come to command it And just for the record we always come to set a new standard Act like you know [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Incase you ain't know and incase you ain't heard And if you want us to set it just give me the word This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin them birds To all my shorties wigglin they shakin they curves Just make it clap, Just make it clap, Just make it clap Just make it clap [Verse 2: Spliff Star] See you a hot little mama it's only right that I holla Love your face love your smile love that ###### in a Prada Make it, bounce up and down like the six four impalla Turn around wiggle it like you shakin it for dollars Girl your skin tone pretty and you love top wear Vickey Sport Gucci and Gabbana when you love the world is sticky Got a, crib in the city with a cherry eight fifty We could cruise down the avenue and shop till you dizzy Throw some karats in your pinky have your neck and wrist blingy I could bless you with it all boo but never say gimme We can, pop yellow bottles push whips in all models Vroom vroom on the Calisport instead of Gucci goggles I'm a fly little nigga boo enough for you to dig it boo Hit me up later we can go somewhere and kick it boo The name is Spliff baby I'll make you man hate me Cause my ######'s steak and gravy plus my pipe gettin crazy baby [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Incase you ain't know and incase you ain't heard And if you want us to set it just give me the word This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin them birds To all my shorties wigglin they shakin they curves Just make it clap, Just make it clap, Just make it clap Just make it clap [bridge: Busta Rhymes] I say come on if your ready, we wylin all night We make you feel good, make you feel right See they drunk off of the henny, niggas wanna fight ###### these ###### be wearin be fittin real tight Niggas up in the club, niggas outside Bag a couple ######, bring 'em in inmtside Shorty dodgin and dippin, shorty tryin to hide Busy dodgin a nigga because she wanna ride, come on if ya.... [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] All ready we come to muscle y'all women Come on, rastle and try to hastle and hustle y'all women Come on, you you you you see how we bubble y'all women Come on, dibble and dabble how we be lovin y'all women Come on [spliff Star] Let's get it on and let me hit it with my fitted on Never mind a slow jam pump one of Biggie's songs Strip, yell or purr her off show me that butter soft Open wide ma swallow when I let it off, yo [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Incase you ain't know and incase you ain't heard And if you want us to set it just give me the word This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin them birds To all my shorties wigglin they shakin they curves Just make it clap, Just make it clap, Just make it clap Just make it clap [Outro] Just make it clap, Just make it clap, Just make it clap Just make it clap رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 14, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر August 14, 2005 Taste It [Repeat 5x (Taste it, taste it, taste it)] Here we go Ay yo, ladies where you at c'mon c'mon Ladies where you at c'mon c'mon You ready to freak out ladies? Yeah, soldiers We 'bout to line it up just right Check it, watch how we do it [Verse One] Make way for the kid to come in girl And let me rock cause I love the way you pop that (C'mon) Every single time we come to drop that A lot of freaky women react to a nigga hot track (Lets go) Then we start to cook up the place Women watching the nigga with the ready to do the (UGH!) look on their face (C'mon) Freak nasty, you know the way you do it all on the guard And the way you love to speak nasty, another freak pass me (WOO!) Floss on, in the club ain't even got the draws on You messing with a nigga better, stop that ###### mama In other words you better watch that ###### cause you got that ###### The way your ###### sit up all on your back Its like you need to go shop that, see niggas would ###### that And definitely won't waste it And while you at it take a lick and just taste it (taste it, taste it, taste it) Chorus B-b-baby tell me why tell me so I'd like you to go high you tell me to go low So I go low, taste the ######, taste it again I like it Baby tell me why tell me so I'd like you to go high you tell me to go low So I go low, taste the ######, taste it again I like it ::Verse Two:: Pass the last courvoisier bottle down the at bar See a chick that kinda look like a star And I'm saying even though I wanna to take you home girl I know its kinda late but you ain't got to come along girl [echo] Wait a sec you know I know a song girl Me and you and one of your other home girls [echo] Let me put it down and we started to bone girl The other had a heat "I thought ya'll be gettin' along girl?" [echo] Just put the pep in your step, what's with all the emotional ###### You know we be swingin' a hep Put it on me like I wouldn't recover Saying two chicks that was beefin' and touching and feeling each other Word to mother, now we having a ball The way we knockin' as the sound of the bed head smackin' the wall Baby I'm saying I lovin' how you rubbin' And the way that you lace it and rush it when you gettin' ready to taste it Baby I love it, the way you rub it And the way you lace it and rush it when you gettin' ready to taste it Chorus [Hook] Girl I know you wanna (Taste it, taste it, taste it) Yeah I like it the way you always get down and (Taste it, taste it, taste it) Ladies! If you want your man to get down and (Taste it, taste it, taste it) Just throw your hands in the air, fella's just make it do it too (Taste it, taste it, taste it) Now you can both do it [Verse Three] Shorty hit me all on the two-way Tell me to meet her way in the back by the couches up inside the cheetah Then I step up in the club keep it moving wit' my hand on my heater Stay alert and never moving the sleeper Even though this ###### was way off the meter Couldn't believe her Shorty buggin' and giving me head in back of the speaker Now check it, I love the way she step to it and how she's keepin' it basic And always be ready to taste it Chorus [Repeat till end (Haah! taste it, taste it, taste it)] رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 14, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر August 14, 2005 Hey Ladies Here we go now, yea C'mon, yea, check it [Verse One] I said my solo jump off, been boomin since nine-six My solo jump off, been boomin since nine-six Hittin trippin the circuit breaker, flickin the light switch The kid like is he known for givin you wild hits I keep my name on the way on top of the now list Bangin on every level, droppin the now ###### It's like the feelin after watchin a couple of (?) flick And once you hear the kid, you'll be knowin the sound sick Spaz in the club, watchin the crowd flip That's when I knew the crown was up for whoever the crown fit Nowadays while I go bag me a fine ###### ###### watchin my pocket, seein we wild rich Shorty hopin we smellin nothin like foul fish While you swingin ###### at the devil, claimin you righteous A lot of haters I'm knowin you like this While you floss unnecessarily, sippin on wild Crist' Chorus I say LADIES, my MERCEDES Hold fo' in the back, two if you fat Feel it all in your gut, your neck and your back When you step up in the club I know you know how to act Hey SOLDIERS, get your floss on Va-let in the lot, park the Yukon Shorty shakin her waist, and rippin her thong Now all my people are muggin and singin the song, I'm sayin [Verse Two] ###### still boomin in two-thousand and three My ###### still boomin in two-thousand and three And we don't give a ###### about who you claimin to be My jewels blind ###### where they ain't able to see These fools try to talk just a little much to a G They say the wrong ######, they head just might end upside of a tree Clear my thoughts just a little, pass me a cup of tea Takin different constant boats, from the land to the sea I got my paper see, I ain't doin nuttin for free Unless it's for the hood, it might cost you a small fee Niggaz all in the street, whylin whippin the V Clever from New York to Chicago back to the D Check it, take it back like when I was flippin a ki Bonin chicks, holdin ###### like they was Pamela Lee You know I mastered the art and got it down to a tee And keep it goin add enough spice, we holdin the recipe Big paper we makin, all of my crew agree Stack more and bust up a bottle of Hennessy In case you niggaz ain't even knowin my pedigree Invested in resorts for the niggaz who go and ski If you ain't know the streets is belongin to me I get my people from the hood and then take 'em all on a spree shoppin While you niggaz is busy coppin the pleas We busy blowin frontin like you ain't knowin my stee' Chorus Yea, snap yo' fingers, c'mon [heavy breathing] Here we go now, yea C'mon رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 14, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر August 14, 2005 I Know What You Want [busta Rhymes speaking] Yeah Shorty I know what you need I got everything you need I promise I ain't gonna hold out either I'ma give it all to you baby It's on, bust it [Chorus: 1- Busta Rhymes 2- Mariah Carey] [1] - Baby if you give it to me I'll give it to you I know what you want You know I got it Baby if you give it to me I'll give it to you I know what you want You know I got it [2] - Baby if you give it to me I'll give it to you I know what you want You know I got it Baby if you give it to me I'll give it to you I know what you want You know I got it [Verse 1: Spliff Star] We been together for a few years Shared a few tears Called each other nicknames Like Sugar Plum and Poo Bear I'm always on the road I'm hardly ever home Always busy this busy that Can't talk on the phone I know you aggrevated Walk around frustrated Ya patience gettin' short How long can you tolerate it Listen ma I'm just motivated I do this for us Step on the grind tryin' to elevate it now [Verse 2: Baby Sham] Hey yo to really be honest You stuck with me through my whole struggle Can't express the words How much the kid loves ya I'ma stand as a man never above ya I can tell that you different from most Slightly approach you And that ill ###### about it We gon' sex every day But when we sex we tease In a passionate way I love the way you touch it Those little elaborate ways Got the guard feelin' released To relax for the day It's on you ma [Chorus 1- Busta Rhymes 2- Mariah Carey] [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] Shh, mami listen I feel ya love for me baby And how it move through you I been longin' for the moment To talk the truth to you Listen, I'm never home I always get up and go Puttin' you through the unnecessary rigga-ma-ro I never meant to put a thousand pounds Of stress on ya head I love the way we sleep And always cuddle in bed Baby, I stay embracin' ya patience Sheddin' ya tears with me I ask you my mami Please continue to bear with me [Verse 4: Rah Digga] We started out broke Constantly on a roll Cuttin' up in the streets like we would never get old Went from Lucy's and buses to fifty cent sodas And Novas to Hondas to Lexus to Rovers Mad years passed Still got each other back Word is bond never screw none of these industry cats We like Scull and Mulder Walkin' shoulder to shoulder Milkin' this game watchin' our seeds gettin' older [Chorus 1- Busta Rhymes 2- Mariah Carey] [Verse 5: Busta Rhymes] Yes you know I'll die for you And ya know I'll ride with you I will always try with you And give ya my love and cry with you [Verser 6: Mariah Carey] I will climb a mountain high Until I was up to touch the sky So baby come and get more close to me This is where your love is supposed to be [Verse 7 : Rampage] I pull up to the house in a yellow Lamborghini It's been a few months in PA you haven't seen me Ya lookin' good in that Gucci bikini 38 carats ya ring lookin' freezy No matter what I do in the world you never leave me Fall back ma I'll make ya lifestyle easy I appreciate the things ya do to please me Lookin' at my daughter you'll never do me greasy [Chorus 1- Busta Rhymes 2- Mariah Carey] [busta Rhymes speaking with Mariah ad-libs] Flipmode Records, J Records Def Jam Records Busta Rhymes...Mariah Flipmode Squad, yeah So beautiful Ah-ha I knew you was gon' give me that high note Mariah Ah-ha-ha yeah رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 14, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر August 14, 2005 Riot Come on, yea, ha, ya, Busta Rhymes baby, yea, ha It's Flipmode baby, yea, come on We bout to cause a riot nigga [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Got a lot of niggaz rollin' with ya holla Cause you know we ripped it hotter than them other niggaz Spot a nigga gettin dollars not another nigga can do it the way that we cocked and shot another nigga Think he deserved the way he was boppin with a cherry copper glitter blood fella send a cop to get 'em It's funny the way the iron just to drop you quicker Why I hit y'all with the fire, think I got a winner Stackin a crib with a chick that make a proper dinner Black in the range with tint, and chrome aqua spinnin' Parked right next to the Benz with a soap opera and the TV up in the dash co-starrin a opera singer That be the type of bullshit I be on and stay hot I stop whippin' a Bentley to whip a Mercedes Maeboch And keep runnin' around the street like my name was Mel Patch nigga Come through your hood and take your whole block, come on And while we give it to ya [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] While with me (Come on) My niggaz stack money to the sky with me (Come on) My niggaz in the place need to riot with me (Come on) And set the whole fire with me (Come on) All of my ladies in the beauty salon look bomb put yo ###### on And wait up in the line for me (Come on) You come all in the party lookin' fine for me (Come on) Holdin 'Gnac spill a little red wine for me [bridge: Busta Rhymes 9x] Let's cause a riot Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo (Come on) [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] It's bout to get a little bit betta, start to get a little cheddar Pack a big beretta Check a nigga resume doin' a alphabet-ah Go order and brandish the metal hid into ya leather No matter or whether or not you wearin' a vest So you got your hand on the cannon I got a bigger plan for ya Call up my mans for ya, now watch you vanish Makin' you family ask for ya You think you family pay a couple of grand for ya? Like you afraid to hold a mac, like you were made to hold a gat We made a hole and quikly dug out all the sand for ya The heat'll be makin' you put it on the glass shorty Wiggle somethin' and get to showin' a little ###### for me (Bling!) Now lets get on and open smokin' and blast for thee Niggas will really want it and fill the capacity You muthafuckin' know it has to be The way we touch it y'all niggas knowin exactly who the master be And while we give it to ya [Chorus : Busta Rhymes] While with me (Come on) My niggaz stack money to the sky with me (Come on) My niggaz in the place need to riot with me (Come on) And set the whole fire with me (Come on) All of my ladies in the Beuty Saloon look bomb put yo ###### on And wait up in the line for me (Come on) You come all in the party lookin' fine for me (Come on) Holdin' Yach spill a little red wine for me [bridge: Busta Rhymes 9x] Let's cause a riot Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo (Come on) رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 14, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر August 14, 2005 Together [busta Rhymes] Hey yo Swizz.. This ###### sound like some ###### The streets wanna do the merengue to (yeah) Or dance around a sombrero to, WHOO!!! Yeah, another special from Flipmode Records Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah here we go! Streets! Flipmode baby, yeah check it Busta Bus baby Yeah, Rah Digga now, c'mon Check it, huh [Verse: Busta Rhymes] If you ain't noticed yet I have come wit a throne See I was gone for a minute but now I'm home The way I touch it you can feel it in your bones ###### wit the kid cause I'm taking you into another zone See it don't matter what you think or what you say I always love for the street every single day You better get down on your knees, you better pray Cause goin' against the grain of this Squad I promise you will pay! (WHOO!) You see Flipmode is the team that I rep forever Respecting the Code of Honor staying together It's getting hot I think you should take off the sweater Rattle and knock all of your troops who goin to get this cheddar See when we come I'm wondering how they gon' manage Show em mysteriously watch how they vanish See when we finish just analyze all the damage No matter who you are, we accept any and EVERY challenge (yeah) Yeah yeah, I think we got 'em again this time Flipmode c'mon! [Chorus - 1: Mynx (Busta Rhymes ad-libs)] I think I - I think wanna say something like this (like this) People denying that they feeling our ###### So we hit 'em with the really crazy flow (crazy flow) To let 'em know that we be hitting it fa' sho Time goes by, in your life And we're still here together [Verse: Busta Rhymes] I hope you know that this is really not a game The way I put it down you will remember the name The way we change it up ###### is never the same And when I'm finished I promise I'll have you niggas feel ashamed For giving the people ###### they ain't really loving It's funny to me but y'all niggas be buggin' But it's aight because I will continue flooding the streets With heat for the ladies and niggas who be thugging And if you want it then bring ###### wit open arms (spread love baby) While I continuously give you niggas bombs Asalam will make 'em will lake 'em so long I'm in the abscence of confusion holding the world in my palms I'm tired of telling you there ain't nothing greater Swinging the torch and repping for Violator So tell the DJ to go and turn up the fader Putting it down for the streets regardless what you saying playa! How many times am I gunna have to tell y'all? Flipmode run these streets, c'mon! [Chorus - 2: Mynx (Busta Rhymes ad-libs)] I wish I - I wish I had just a little more time (more time) Instead I give you this and leave more on your mind (on your mind) Me and Busta Bus be making crazy doe (crazy doe) So you know that we be killing it fa' sho Time goes by, in your life And we're still here together I will be here just to hold you down We'll still be around Cause we will rock forever [Verse: Rah Digga] Dirty reppin' the Squad, don't even get me started Getting worldwide love keeping the street regardless Ever since kindergarten, always been the sharpest Doin' this for my fam cause home is where the heart is Other crews could chill, all of y'all days are numbered Bus got the Yellow Digga coming in the Navy Hummer Start quality, guess I should thank my mother "Bionic Woman" on the mic like I was Jamie Sommers Now, I know that you don't wanna really take it there Digga and Bus you know we make the perfect pair We keep it gully wit a little latin flare, it's unfair Oh well, how I still be spitting and keep everybody all up in the mix It's only right that I shout my brother Swizz Flipmode and we only making hits It's like this, c'mon ::Bridge:: [Mynx:] Baby I say, what people say We gon' keep it on lock from day to day Let 'em know that we both are here to stay So keep it hot baby, don't stop baby [busta:] The Flipmode is in the spot we run the place Busta Bus and Rah Digga all in your face When we step up in the spot we controlling the space We keep it hot baby, we won't stop baby [busta Rhymes] Hey yo Swizz, once again see how we do it to 'em? c'mon! [Chorus - 1] [busta Rhymes] Flipmode Records, J Records Rah Digga, Flipmode baby Yeah, Swizz Beats baby Yeah c'mon, full surface baby Check it yeah, big up to Mynx, what C'mon yeah رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 14, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر August 14, 2005 Struttin' Like A G.O.D Listen; I am the sun, I am the sea I am the land, I am the tree I'm everything you want to be Cause I be struttin' like a G.O.D Cause I be struttin' like a G.O.D Cause I be struttin' like a G.O.D [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Roll out the red carpet baby the god has come No matter who you are or where you from Check it I stay be repin the street and reppin the slum And while you co-starrin' this movie I star is the one, listen You never imagined that I would become one of the most incredible Until when ever I'm done Notice the god like meet you from when I was young Blessed with such a maculess flow and a venomous tongue How we keep you holla until you collapse on the lung With the biggest followin' the nigga slackin a nun Able to move a mountain of niggaz havin then sprung Just check out my women but how be havin then strung ###### though Like how the coke be havin them numb Run up in the spot like I was holdin and clappin' the gun Now I'm lose for y'all I'm bringin the proof to y'all Ballin and speckin the truth to y'all [Chorus] [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] The chorus is singin' the words that I fill in my gut That's why I always step with a bop and walk with a strut And I always rep for the block and we all for the bucks And we always step in the spot and be all for the cut Vallet block two parkin' spots all for the turck Bounce to the world when I be tired and be gone for the month And it's all for the ###### flowin' like a force of the water Keepin' it runin so were the niggaz be at Well they seein me commin' Summers people keep it clapin' women just give me they lovin' They way the streets be fillin' the kid they really be buggin' Like I'm there dearly beloved my soldiers really be thuggin Or how I really be slugging' the ball out the ball park Keep them whilin' then ten minutes later then it's sawed off Create a small spark then down to the levels to make the walls stark Testin' the God I think he be needin' them all off [Chorus] [bridge: Busta Rhymes] Listen I keeps the hustle up in my vain Cause it's all in my blood Fell my pain Fell my love Fellin' niggaz struggle till the other one [Chorus - repeat 3X] Getin' to struttin' like the G.O.D. Listen [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] I'm sayin' we comin' through when I'm blockin' the light Niggas think they rockin' the crowd but ain't rockin' it right Make the people shout to the sound and rock for the night Cause I stay in the struggle ready rock for the fight I stay whipin' the truck and leanin' and rock what I like And quadruple my money more than the block of the white We sayin' we bout ?? stopin' your rooms How I be rockin' the diamonds like I'm dropin them jewels [Chorus] رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 14, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر August 14, 2005 The Struggle Will Be Lost [Chorus] Now this is the tale of a murderer who comes from the caucus cliffs [busta in background] happy Thanksgiving he robbed and stole and killed for greed and packed us on slave ships [busta in background] happy Thanksgiving he took us off to stolen lands it seemed like hell for sure [busta in background] happy Thanksgiving with the crack and the guns, death and disease they called for you and your [busta in background] happy Thanksgiving No whips no brew no weed to smoke not a single luxury If not for the bloodshed that it cost the struggle would be lost [busta] say it again the struggle would be lost [busta] say it again the struggle would be lost [busta] say it again the struggle would be lost [busta] say it again the struggle would be lost [busta] say it again the struggle would be lost [Verse 1] The struggle will be lost If you continue to do the ###### you be doin' with disloyalty nigga Now that explains why in each ward you avoiding me nigga Knowing now it takes nothing to be destroying a nigga Conditioned with a mind to ###### on your brother Flossing with jewelry and whips just like a ###### and still live with your mother Copping ###### that superceded your salary Where is your loyalty to your own blood and taking care of your family Funny how you sit and drink what you drink Thinking the foulest ###### and not even knowing why you think how you think Must be the reason why we aren't aware Because the devil know how guilty and filthy he is in all his affairs ###### with my mind when I was a youngster Cause he know if we knew the truth we'd make his ###### run from amongst us That's why we thinking that it's better to ball while the devil be sitting and watching plotting how to murder us all now this [Chorus] [Verse 2] Hey yo That's why I'm hustling harder Now I'm in a huddle seeing the struggle in my mother and father That's why my persona will come with such a karma to be getting this paper Cause I ain't with the slavery labor A lot of niggas in the hood probly relate to me greater than those that believe when they die they going to meet the creator that's crazy how we become slaves to mental death and power that comes with becoming even more of a dumber ###### the devil robbing you blind concealing the truth from niggas while we be struggling they murder the mind the wickedness sneak on you quicker when they creep from behind continue to speak the truth ?til it weaken your spine now check it the jewel I give you be the beat the beat for the time you can't see it like you living on a street for the blind young whitty hustler niggas that stick with the grind fly cuisine food poisoned cause you eatin' the swine I stay struggling and doin' for delf Then I dig in my body deeper and do a little knowledge of self They wonder why they catch a nigga on the weed sell Better be careful what you saying on them e-mails Now listen They got your mind in a prison You can do whatever you want but focus if you desire to listen As I say it I hope you feelin' the wrath Create a hammer to make a man that a beat you in the head with the math Now this [Chorus] رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 14, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر August 14, 2005 Make It Clap (Remix) [intro: Sean Paul (Busta Rhymes)] We make it clap, we make it clap (Huh!) Yeah yeah yeah (Flipmode!!!) Busta Rhymes (Busta Rhymes!!!) Sean-A-Paul (Sean Paul!!!) One more time (Ha!!!) kill 'em with a rhyme (Huh!!!) Remix time (remix!!!) a dutty yeah, yo, Spliff Star (Spliff!!!) Flipmode Squad (Ha!!!) we kill 'em with a rhyme, a dutty yeah [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Cau mi seh jump up clap oonu hand and siddung get up And mi nah wig out mek everybody flip out oonu fi carry on To get tired I waan chillout, all a di gal a sweat out Mek your body keep clappin on [sean Paul] Flipmode a roll wid all di hottest set a gal dem inna di dance And Dutty Cup we deyah mek di gal dem jump up and prance Busta Rhymes and Sean-A-Paul di lyrical magician There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands Flipmode a roll wid all di hottest set a gal dem inna di dance And Dutty Cup we deyah mek di gal dem jump up and prance Busta Rhymes and Sean-A-Paul di lyrical magician There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands, so push it up deh [busta Rhymes] Back with the remix with Spliff and Sean-A-Paul on the corner Can't believe when we do it we smack it down how we wanna Keepin it comin keepin it goin cause we ain't playin I'm talkin to all my people cause what I'm sayin is [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] In case you ain't know and in case you ain't heard And if you want us to set it just give me the word This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin them birds To all my shorties wigglin they shakin they curves [sean Paul] We make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap [Verse 2: Spliff Star] Poor snapper, lookin at shorty shakin it and makin it clap Booty big pokin out like twenties on the lap When I give it to her shorty know how to throw it back Booty bangin to the beat sometimes we overlap-sing Gal peel out your blouse and your tight-jeans Let me lick you down dip you with some ice-cream Gal holla holla my name when I slide-in Thunderstorm, rain, sleet and light-ning Hold me tight feel the triniman grin-ding and grin-ding and grin-ding Gal dip and bounce start whin-ning You see Spliff, Sean Paul and Busta Rhymes, seen ([busta Rhymes:] We got dough) You could tell by what we dri-ving ([busta Rhymes:] Lookin to chose) How it's different and blin-ding And blin-ding and blin-ding it's like that make it clap now Chorus [sean Paul] We make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap [bridge: Sean Paul] Flipmode a roll wid all di hottest set a gal dem inna di dance And Dutty Cup we deyah mek di gal dem jump up and prance Busta Rhymes and Sean-A-Paul di lyrical magician There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands Flipmode a roll wid all di hottest set a gal dem inna di dance And Dutty Cup we deyah mek di gal dem jump up and prance Busta Rhymes and Sean-A-Paul di lyrical magician There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands [Verse 3: Sean Paul] We make it clap deh, keep it a clap gal wiggle yuh body Mi waan fi see all a di style weh yuh a pack deh Listen di lyrics a weh mi dun mi all a chat seh Rotate yuh body then non stop like apache Dawn and Karyn or Angie and Patsy Inna di videolight just like a big sunday matinee Nuff fi gimme di light mi blow di smoke like apache Mashin up di dance and mi flatten it, we make it clap [busta Rhymes] Who a call me the abominal snowman Put it down make 'em say it's such a phenominal show man Unbelievable how you be stackin the dough man When we rollin a thousand headcracks in a row man The way we start the show and how we constantly flow man Regular paper comin watch me properly blow man Come on keepin it comin keepin it goin cause we ain't playin I'm talkin to all of my people because what I'm sayin is Chorus [sean Paul] We make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap [Outro: Sean Paul] We make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
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