Busta Rhymes

beautiful_soul · Prijatelj foruma

Baggage Handlers

[Intro: sample from Scarface]
You got to be kiddin', five hundred?
Who you think we are, baggage handlers?
The goin' rate on a boat, is a thousand a night, man
You know that (first you got to work your way up to 500, cedigo)
Ok, what I did for you guys in Freedomtown, what was that?

[Raekwon]
Return of the kitchen kid, with the axe
All I know is real detail, coke, lasagna and them E pills
Million dollar merchandise, we on, get ya groove back
A hundred yukons, we all moving crack
All my soldiers got big rank, pa, Sicily money
Y'all had a bitch that got pregnant in Iraq
What's the movement? Superman money in the Ooh building
A few dudes who make a lotta rules sayin' 'you get it'
Right, wavy hair, all my niggaz is polic'
You stay off the roof, or jakes see the crib
No snitchin', this Amityville detention
Might fuck around, get caught, or shot down, play position
Yeah, here they come, sizin' them up, you know my status
This is raw way, lookin' in his eyes, and he butt
Yo, what's happenin'? I heard you got the streets back, captain
Yup, all niggaz is dead, unless they team clappin' something
He felt the generals plans, recognize, we going all out
I might throw three in his man
Had the slick look, looking all Cubaned up
Don't get it twisted, nigga we'll swiss swish you up, what?

[Chorus: Raekwon (Busta Rhymes)]
From all day to morn', noon, night
Recognize we gotta re-up (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker)
You all listen, pay attention
Word to the team, we gonna key up (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker)
Get ya birds off, playground
Yo, stay out my business, you gon' see us (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker)
For all them real Cash Rule Everything Around Me
Niggaz get y'all stee up (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker)

[Raekwon]
The kid that endorse Maxmaris, shorty show support
Take your sweatpants off, fix your mascara
Four hundred nineteen ounces, out in Long Island
Twelve strong bitches that's real, who not scared of housing
Yes, throw on them raccoon, chinchilla feathers
Let it drag on my boots, the jean burned leather
Jog through the back of the building, drop the L
Got the scope on your nosey ass mother, fuckin' up sales
Forty karat locked in, bowtie, chillin' at the Democrat party
Yo, Chef, your coat, got it poppin'
Coming soon, Purple Tape, circle up the city let 'em know I'm back
Four hundred bricks, and yup, the kids stance
Sponsored by my cousin in Stan', maintainin'
Got the call from Tony Young Montana, my son campaignin'
Yup, I'm not no fuckin' bellboy, I war anything out there
The ring is mine, you can tell Roy
That's when I was hit with the call, your whole motto is get tour
Drug rap owner, you will rip all
Live like the pope, and get a big hall
Flipped them a claren, the front, like the Jag back like the store

[Chorus]

[Outro: Raekwon (Scarface sample)]
Yea, we back in the motherfuckin' staircase, nigga
You know that kid is coming, Cuban Linx, nigga
Louis Rich, the signature, bitch
(Every dog has his day, huh, Mel?
You wanna job Ernie? Ok, then, you call me tomorrow)

beautiful_soul · Prijatelj foruma

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

beautiful_soul · Prijatelj foruma

Everybody Rise

New York, Jersey, Philly, B-more, D.C.
Virginia, Atlanta, everybody rise!!! Cmon!
N.C., L.A., Texas, Detroit, Chicago, Miami,
N.O., Cleveland, rise!!! Cmon!
Denver, Boston, Nashville, Seatle, Albany,
Kansas city, everybody rise!!! Cmon!
Buffalo, St. Louis, New Haven, Kentucky,
Oakland, Phoenix, Vegas, everybody rise!!! Cmon!

I'll be that live motherfucker from the flipmode squad
that readjusts this shit properly and hits you real hard
Then we affect with hard shit that sounds so beautiful
(Why now?) Couldn't find a better time more suitable
to send out a signal and round up all my niggas recruitable
Type of nigga to torture your ass, stick some shit in your cutical
Wait a minute, let me talk to all my niggas at hand
Im'a hit all of my niggas, ya'll just follow the plan
just get money and capitalize and hold on your stash
Fuck the slouches, we keep it moving and no looking back
A lot of lost motherfuckers stuck on what they gonna be
they aint gonna be me, gotta get it before the year 2G
To all my niggas, let them do your thing and get yours quick
whole plan, the whole shabang, nigga fuck the bullshit
i meant this ,ever relentless, for dropping these bombs
getting paid for securing shit for my seed and my mom
for my physical ,and my entire flipmode squad
my whole gang is fertilized, my mom's peaced to the gods
hold it down for live niggas in the name of hip-hop
off with another path where niggas are made to struggle and starve
fuck that! im here to fight for mine, adapting your ass
if you or the goverment try to do away with my cash
one of the most extraordinary that comes from a place
we demand to stab you in the back and smile in your face
take all entire niggas off the face of the earth
and do away with all them niggas before i get to them first
so throw it, niggas dont get it and run right thru it
get with, is to all of my niggas who know how to do it
survival of the most fit for real niggas, no doubt!
get whats yours from out this fucker before your time run out {X2}
and get whats yours from out this fucker before your time run out

Welcome all you motherfuckers to a global event warning
Here has now come the dawn of the new millenium
The extinction level event
All my motherfuckers stay tuned!

beautiful_soul · Prijatelj foruma

Do My Thing

Hahahhahhhhhahhhh, ah!

{in background:} Watch me get down and just do my thing baby {8X}

Whoooo! Yes yes y'all
Busta Rhymes in the place to be, in the place to be
Hah, Flipmode is the place to be, in the place to be
Hah, party people it's me, let me do my thing
Let me do my thing, let me do my thing
Baby doll follow me baby
Let me do my thing, just, check me out now

Open up your door, let me on in
I just be wonderin -- if I could "do my thing baby"
Y'all think fast, before I get, all in your ass
Bend your frame like plexiglass
You motherfuckers, be actin like you, don't know the half
You and your whole staff, make me laugh
Hah-hah-hah, hoh, y'all, you need to sing my song
With your similar features like Olivia Newton-John
Damn, OHH! I make the whole place warm, then
hit you with some shit that make you niggaz look deformed
Now, stay tuned to every Busta Rhymes, coming soon
I will King Kong on niggaz like guerilla monsoon, soon
Whoaahhh, what seems to be the whole analysis?
Busta Rhymes just be rippin shit, type miraculous
Bang you on your head so hard, shit be formin callouses
Let me get this loot so we can move up in these palaces

{in background:} Watch me get down and just do my thing baby {8X}

Word is bond
Let me do my thing, let me do my thing
Let me do my thing
Flipmode is the Squad, let us do our thing
Let us do our thing, hah
Yes yes baby, Busta Rhymes
Let me do my thing!
Let let let me do my thing, hah!

When I step in the place you should keep your mouth closed
Take your fat finger out your nose
You should just pay attention, and watch how I wild on records
Make you sing, "The Lord is my shepherd!"
In the process I do away with all nonsense
Hit you with magic like my name was Pocahontas
The dread, gon' make you party til you dead
Niggaz quick to talk shit.. OOPS! Upside your head
Put your head to bed -- let me do my thing -- nuff said
Shit so hot make your chickenhead do the spread
Tell me what you said -- I said I never leave you misled
While you bullshit, I'd rather get the lucci instead
Hah-huh-hah-hee-hah! Flip until you fall
Whylin in your whip, til you crash into a brick wall
Through the nine-six, I be that nigga that be priceless
Always blowin up your spot, bringin more surprises
You, you know you really need to come clean
Let me do my thing, don't you even try to intervene
I will endanger your species like an ostrich
Hold you hostage, and crazy feed you swine sausage
HAH! I be the number one chosen just to keep you open
Chill with your thoughts I got your brain frozen
Pay the prices made the needed sacrifices
To present the grand opening of Flipmode Enterprises

{in background:} Watch me get down and just do my thing baby {8X}

Hah hah, hahhahhh!
Whohh, let me do my thing!
Let me do my thing, please!
Let me do my thing - Flipmode is the Squad y'all!
Let us do our thing, please, let us do our thing
Oh yes it's me, yes it's the Squad
Flipmode, we gon' do our thing

Let me do my thing for nine-five, nine-six, suck dick
Yes I got the bag full of brand new tricks
Dead in the face, yes I'm gon' hit you with hits
Oh my God, me and my niggaz..

{drowned out by:} Let me get down, do my thing {4X}

beautiful_soul · Prijatelj foruma

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 motherfuckin case closed
The shit blow your speaker, keep turnin your base low
Spaz out because I motherfuckin say so
Before I blow this bitch like we down in Waco
Thick in cock diesel, that's the way we roll
Big truck shit, even my bitch whippin the Range Rov'
We 'bout to skyrocket and THE WAY WE GO
The way the bitches lookin love THE WAY WE BLOW
Check it, we light shit 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 shit 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 ass 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 ass 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
Shit, 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 bitches want this dick so they eatin it up

[Busta] Now all you bitches 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 shit, 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 FUCKIN interlude
I beat niggaz head and blood drippin through a tube
Peep bitch, I'm only here to change the fuckin 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 fucked up or even misconstrued
All you niggaz better go and..

[Chorus]

beautiful_soul · Prijatelj foruma

Enjoy Da Ride

{Busta Rhymes}
"We just sparkle now"
"Yeah, We just sparkle now"
"We just gon' sparkle now"
"All niggas, yeah, we gon' sparkle now"
"Yeah, we gon' shiiine aaand we are gon' sparkle now"
"Yeah, Yeah we gon....ha"

Yo, Yo You know I be the maestro
Rages are (brand spankin' fresssshhh!!)
And always with the right glow
Get ya hyper like a nitro taebo cycle
We 'bout to knock it outta sight yo..ha
Ya know I keep a tight flow, ever since a little nigga yo
They always say they might blow
Nowaday we shinin bright yo
Even the cool joints'll make a nigga straight to wanna fight though
High roller, mind blowin', wild bonin'
Take y'all niggas for a little ride just like they motherfuckin cyclonin'
Yo, you know my niggas stay holdin'
Now we see some jealous niggas on the side all in they mouth foamin'
While we roamin' and we zonin' play the right role
White bowl, we still'll take a nigga white goal
Before we break fast break glass take trash
I'll bust ya shit and go and chase ass
I'm sayin' this now

{Chorus (2x)} {Busta Rhymes}

All my party people (party people!)
You need to come inside (come inside now!)
Because we got it people (ya know we got it for ya!)
So just enjoy the ride (yeah, enjoy the ride now bitches!)

Yo, you know I be the captain
Blaze it out and bring you all the hottest scene of action
I gotta gotta give it give it to ya (Oooooh!)
Let me light a L pass a glass of henny to ya (Woooh!)
Now let me get my little shine on rhyme on
And give ya shit to keep ya mind on
Check it, I keep toast and rock the most
Break it down blow the sheet up and vanish like a ghost
Whether you're spanish or speak another language I hope
The way we damage shit I hope you're the cult, my nigga
Check it, eh, you know I be the champion hands on
And make the bitches get they dance on
Black it out from the back of da house
To the front, whatever you want
Fuck what they yappin about
Eh eh, before we ride we check ransom
Smokin' the spot, like how we smoked the live in the mansion
Yeah, the way we hold bank roll
Cheddar so thick, sometimes the shit done made me have to stack folds
Ha, we all up in ya asshole
So hot shit possess you and get all in ya damn soul
We got you drenched drippin up in the spot
We took it from you now we holdin' the rock (D-O!)
The type of shit that make ya rush sometin' touch sometin' buss sometin'
And make you wanna go and fuck sometin'
I'm only talking to...

{Chorus (4x)}

{Busta Rhymes}
"Just float just like we all in the ocean"
"Yeah, yeah, see, we 'bout to sparkle now"
"We are gon' sparkle now please, now"
"Just let us sparkle now, yeah, yeah, we gon...ha"
"Yeah, ha ha...we gon' sparkle nooowww!"

beautiful_soul · Prijatelj foruma

The Whole World Lookin' At Me

The whole world lookin' at me
Watchin and waitin to see
If I fullfill my destiny

The whole world lookin' at me
Uh, my interruption cause a major concussion
Dome piece swollen son you need a cup of Bufferin
Peep my post reduction, hey
Follow my instruction
Bounce back my repercussion
Cause mass destruction
Fuck around strain ya til ya plan malfunction
Sit cha ass down, hey
Bouncin out ta Flushin
Check extra P by the boom weed from a Russian
I remember when I used ta rhyme for extra nothin
I got so much ta offer every time I tell you somethin
I'ma bout ta drop it, you could never stop it
Let me quickly chop it
Still a lot of niggas analyze before profits
The rhyme at new gossip
Hold your head and shoulders yo I roll with evil holders
Dealin with the facts, I hold the silence in the folders
Did you know how to knock it from concussion into comas
Test shit, I pull your valve from out your breast kid
Mess with, shit like this after God blessed it

{Chorus 2x}

The whole world lookin' at me
Uh, I'm bout to cause chaos steady bustin ya bra's
Which to witch craft, my chemistry what cha say os
Fuck the bullshit
Livin in the zone of my renaissance
My squad stay formin like the Muslims down in Dames
Split ya fuckin frame like we raisin splittin cigars
I be workin wonders
My squad formin numbers
Christopher Columbus
Discover how you speed out swellin like you cumbus
My name be rollin thunders
My degrees multiply the heat more this summer
My flows got so much rhythm, substitute the drummer
Yo fuck that, focusin about the front runner
Who you think you is
You better stay protected
Walkin out the door, makin sure you rock the double breast kid
Fuckin with them devils, watch your soul get recollected
Mutherfucken shame when you die disrespected
Every bitch nigga in the world should be arrested
Beat with many strikes until their train of thought is redirected
The world has been corrected
God has been elected
The squad has come to rule us with the jewels manifested
Extreme my thought process on every record
Blow the spots to pieces bounce without a clue right through the exit

{Chorus 5x}
The whole world lookin' at me

jecika_84 · ^Everyday Is Viggo day^

Hop

[group speaking in a a different language]

[Intro: Busta Rhymes: talking]
See we, we about to take it where
Where it all started
We gonna take em' back
Busta Rhymes now, Flipmode now
My nigga Fingaz now
Check it, yo

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Uh huh, Busta Bus is back in this bitch, holding the spot
Puttin all the pep all in your step now we controllin the rock (Yeah My Nigga)
See how we comin be loadin the docks
Floatin and simply stockin the goods that we makin you flop (Ay yo)
See now we thicker and we be makin you sicker
Stuck like a bumper sticker from how we be dropping it quicker
For all these niggas that be riding and whippin in their truck (Crash)
And buyin another one and do not be givin a fuck (What!)
Flipmode (Yes) cause we knowin we comin to get it
Gather around all my niggas who that be already to set it (Set it)
Fuckin and just break them off, let the women just shake it off
Got them bouncin to take it off for me, Check it!
Cause i've been double dutchin and dosey-do' in on music way before
A lot of these new niggas could figure then pattend all on my flow
Peep on how we coming to rip it and know we gonna wet ya
And rep for my niggas cause I'm coming to get ya
I said...

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Guess who's comin?
With brand new fire to satisfy all the people in the street when it drops
(Let's Go)
Now!
Let me see all the people with me let me see your hand high
let me know you up in the spot (Ay yo I'm sayin)
Everytime we givin you music we give you the kind of music
that makes you bang it loud on your block (C'mon C'mon)
This is to know when I'm comin I'm comin to make you wyle out in the
place that makes you get up and wanna HOP! (Let's do it)
Go head and HOP!, Go head and HOP!, Go head and HOP!
We past makin them bounce, Go head and HOP!
(C'mon just do it) Go head and HOP baby!

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
Now you know it we comin to kill you niggas for shizzle
Makin these bitches wanna shake it and we just makin them wiggle
Capitalizing off on the music that be we be keepin coming
Have you niggas really spazing and blackend out in their stomach (Hey bebe)
There's no mistakin you know we makin you bounce
Takin the unforsaken approach the way we be takin out
Scrapin these niggas and breakin their pockets to chase them out
Suddenly call your bitches to see just how they just makin out
Fuck it, we kick the bucket and to continue to stake them out (Ha)
And in back of the crib is where we will be makin out
Puting some shit together make it so you could all attend
Welcoming you and my nigga so we can break your pocket again (Oh Oh)
Niggas flossin and tossin their drinks like they all in the place
And leave the niggas the (?) until they catch one all up in their face (Huh)
Y'all know we'll spray y'all niggas and know we gonna wet ya
And rep for my niggas cause we comin to get ya
I said...

[Chorus]

jecika_84 · ^Everyday Is Viggo day^

What Do You Do When You're Branded

[Chorus: Busta - singing]
Branded... scorned is the one who raaaan
What do you do when your branded? And you know you're a man.
Wherever you go, for the rest of your life
You must proooooove, you're a man

[Verse 1: Busta]
See now I'm back wit the force, read about the kid
from the front to the back of The Source
You see me back on the course
Scream on every beat untill my voice get crackled and horse
Front seat niggas never sit in the back wit a boss
Fuck the fact that it cost, the pricetag of the porche
Will cost ya life, have ya motha feel an immaculate loss
*Breath* But of course, come and speak to the best
And watch me spit a jewel sharper to carve the meat of your flesh
You lookin weak in the chest, you see the street is a test
Women on the stoop smokin holdin a seed to they breast
You see the street is a mess
Strugglin holdin a couple pounds of weed then the rest
Now I proceed to the rest of my niggas Keepin it fresh,
Though we must stay on the grind I supersceded the stress,
We always seem to finesse from the East to the West,
You Know we w-w-we keep the teflon from the street to the vest
Kill that nigga slow like how you get defeated in chess
Got you under pressure--hairline receaded effects
Hot air niggas I only feel the heat from your breath,
Rap niggas beef in they album probably needed the press
And as a man I never found the slightest need to impress
Another man because I'm proud and I believe that I'm blessed
But yo I always found the need to adress these weaker niggas
That speak to the street always keepin the people abreast
Now you've been branded...

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Busta]
Higher science and I'm changin the crime in,
Watch my son cuz you'd be fuckin wit the child of a Giant
Im in a place stuck between bein lovin and violent, [voice switch]
Becomin more of a threat when I move subtle and silent,
Then set it off to be the only one to quiet the riot
My destiny's the only thing between the sky and the pilot,
Relate, it's like bustin a 3-8
Be late, I be takin most of the brick leavin a pile outta shape
I never quit watchin these niggas try to hide they mistake,
Takin a shit watchin they body floatin by in the lake
Make it quick you weak niggas better try to escape,
And create the quickest way to reach the fire escape.
Snitch niggas always quick to go and lie on a tape,
But it's o-k cuz Super Hero niggas die wit a cape,
It's so great to watch them finally break, stand aside from the fake
Street niggas gotta slide for the take
Bein broke and not bein able to buy me a steak
Stackin my paper so see now I can buy an estate,
so I rely on the love and I reply to the hate
So much pain in the struggle my whole body'll ache...come on...
From the gates, so awake that was the plan of my fate
Now I'm straight...got me my OWN knife and fork on my plate
Wanna scorch a debate, wait...do me a favor nigga jus REMEMBER
The date...cuz you been...

[Chorus]

jecika_84 · ^Everyday Is Viggo day^

We Goin' To Do It To Ya

Aiyyo Mega' gimme some of that barefoot jungle shit
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 shit'll make you firm like this
C'mon, while we make the bitches yearn like this
Pearl white shit'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, bitches hittin in my back seat
Love my flick up in the Black Beat boy
So move your black feet boy, make bitches 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 bitches 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 ass 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 ass 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, fuck 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 bitches hot and sweaty take your tight pants off for me
So horny, 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 shit and stay up on the hot street though (RRAH!)
Get high shit (RRAH!) fly bitches runnin the flo'
Hollerin and screamin this my shit! (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 ass on the floor
You know we goin'..

jecika_84 · ^Everyday Is Viggo day^

What Up

[scratched: "It's the new!!"]

Yeah! Yeah, Busta Bust down, Flipmode now
I know what y'all feel like doin
Go 'head and crash your whip in the fuckin wall
It's cool, niggaz.. we gets busy

[Verse One]
Fo' sho', spit rogue, get mo' bout to kick in the door
Dick sore, split whores 'til they shit on the floor
Clique more sick from when you use to see us before
Shit, 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 shit in the store
Rip, maybe 'til they drop, and they shit in they drawers
Shit crazy when I pop, and I'm grippin the four
Thick bitches in the spot, watch 'em strip for the sport
Spit vicious for the block, yeah we swingin a torch
Stick niggaz for they shit, 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 shit 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 bitch
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, shit 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 shit 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 shit to bang the Midwest and the rest of the South

[Chorus]

jecika_84 · ^Everyday Is Viggo day^

Taste It

(Taste it, taste it, taste it) [x5]
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 shit mama
In other words you better watch that shit cause you got that shit
The way your ass sit up all on your back
Its like you need to go shop that, see niggas would cock 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 shit, 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 shit, taste it again I like it

[Verse 2]
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 shit
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 shit 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]

(Haah! taste it, taste it, taste it) [Repeat till end]