Busta Rhymes lyrics

Busta Rhymes lyrics

"Betta Stay Up In Your House lyrics"

My Disguise lyrics
Disneyland is the place to be, c'mon baby, just you and me; Hand in hand, to Disneyland, we go ! Not slow; Happiest place, in the world until a madman grabs a girl; Hand in hand, with the madman she goes ! Oh ! Oh ! Knife gleamin' no feelin's, axe wieldin', child stealin' madman is loose... in Disneyland. (in Disneyland) Come here little girl if you wanna see, Peter Pan's Magic Flight on L.S.D. Up and down, all around, we go ! Whoa oh ! Knife gleamin' no feelin


[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 (stop) 'fore we (pop) and really (get to sprayin' something)

[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 vowA Strange Family lyrics
My son now the time of great menace which are the people 's rumourWe are marginalised by their talk and we 're soil by their wordsSaying your sister isn 't living in our wallsNow she is living in the woods alone, strollingWhat insult for our so pure and straight line !Thus I summer you to find herHere was his words but it 's enough of all this stillnessIt 's enough of our father 's closed rigidityOur sister was right to leave and have a free lifeSo that 's
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[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
Oh Well lyrics
Love ridden, I've looked at you With the focus I gave to my birthday candles I've wished on the lidded blue flames Under your brow And baby, I wished for you Nobody sees when you are lying in your bed And I wanna crawl in with you But I cry instead I want your warm, but it will only make Me colder when it's over, So I can't tonight, baby No, not "baby" anymore - if I need you I'll just use your simple name Only kisses on the cheek fro
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(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]