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#46 |
Prof. Dr. Sinsi
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![]() Busta Rhymes Şarkı SözleriA Trip Out of Town [skit] [Busta Rhymes] yo, it all began like, bust it My nigga City bout to bounce on a trip We met some niggas with alot of things they want em to flip I told my nigga get the dough and keep the blau on your hip Travel safe, you know that I'ma hold it down on the strip Good lookin, word to mother son I give you my wit But when I get back, I'ma bounce straight to your crib On the strength, son slid until you to the Greyhound Wit a burner in the knapsack, headed straight outta town Now, three days pass I'm still on the strip Doin hand to hand with twelve collapsible, stashable clips With little magnets on the side of the clips we planted like a project When police come we stick the clips in any metal object Throwin a nigga on the walls and try to search me down I laugh knowin that my stash'll never be found Well anyway, on the third day, son came straight to the strip Wit a new floss and shiny shoes on the whip My nigga hit me with the latest, greatest He told me get inside the whip so I can know just what the up to date is He said he fuckin wit some Guyanese niggas how ill them niggas is What kind of dough they get, and how they handle they biz How they connect with Jamaician niggas who speak American And how they chains swung a medallion iced out pelicans And how they stay wit four pounders And speak American to try to blend in Like they aint obvious out of towners Okay, I've never heard of workers gettin five G's pay For trips that last for only 2-3 day How these Guyanese niggas be eatin pasta but they love zucchini Rockin valor tennis suits by Sergio Tecchini Them type of cats that call you because you can't call 'em Rockin baseball fitters with wild animal skins on 'em How they rock silks and tailor made pants And get a matching bally shoe for the silk to step in the dance Washrags hangin from every one of our back pockets >From every fine wine to champagne them niggas'll straight cop it And set up shops in them neighborhoods that was residential Rock laced whips while the workers'll floss the latest rentals How they fuck with arrogant bitches who act pussy And love to hustle wit niggas and stash coke up in they pussy After all of that I wanted ones The way my nigga was talkin so next trip I went to bounce with son So now we out of town with Guyanese cats Up in they gates bubbling packages and layin wit gats Shit was slow until the main fiend was offed Just like a thief in the night And spread the word that we was back with the white [Intermission] 'Ayo why don't you tell that *****head to close the fuckin door and shut the fuck up' 'Yeah man and clean the motherfucking spot up, smell like ![]() ![]() ![]() 'Break the fuckin breakdown in the working city ![]() ![]() ![]() and the gym star' 'Yo light that up, lemme hit that, gimme a light, yeah man cut that' 'Fuck this shit' [Busta Rhymes] Yeah, see how we blowin pa The lookout niggas holdin fort like they was watchtowers Buggin on how we went through, a half a brick every couple of hours So on and so on, shit is good and we eatin First nigga to short a package will catch the most brutal beatin The whole town, see we now own it Carryin on and blemishing all in the hearts of the best moments We stackin cheddar now and shit is all clear And we was growin as workin niggas wit aspiring ideas We love to floss and the feeling of pushing chrome shit But in the grand scheme these niggas'll love to have they own shit Now these niggas was really ready to swell up We decided to separate from them niggas and make our shit develop Off in to the wilderness of the wicked Husid We set up shops and watched the games begin So now we ballin like a motherfucker, money was sick Gas on the cheddar and these bitches ridin the dick Fuckin everything from the local McDonald's bitches with the biggest ass To attorney bitches that'll beat a charge fast We used to takin niggas' custies and leave they set up on tilt And watch 'em angrily scheme on the shit that we built Aint it funny how shit transpire in fact Not too long after our ride we took the winner's stash, house was at Some niggas tried to run a jook with things in they palm Not a problem so immediately reach for the john Right away the gun BUST! straight lifted a nigga How we moved his organs with kickback, shifted a nigga Wild shots fire, everybody scatter like rats Leavin nothing but gunpowder and a trail of smoke in these gats Now we got this faggot nigga blood on our hands But fuck it, determined to fulfill the best of these plans Shit was hot but we was nowhere near ready to fall My son said he shot, but he wasn't bleeding at all Word, I started buggin when my nigga said he feel cold Then I looked up on the right side of his shirt and found a little hole So as we continue to radically blaze the fifth Flame the iron, not giving a fuck, y'all niggas wanna rip? Well we deaded three out of the four niggas who tried to jook One nigga slid and think he got off the hook Now let me find out one out of them three niggas we bodied Was one of them Guyanese niggas who buy drinks up for the party He was the nigga to flood the table with champagnes Stupid motherfucker tried to front, we had to leak his brain Suddenly my nigga fell to the floor And said his legs feel like them shits aint got no feelins no more More the actin up the more the shit I felt in my gut The shit was all over as soon as the director said CUT! That's a wrap, good actin motherfuckers, good actin That's the shit I'm talkin about Y'all ready to watch the playback? Fuck around, that shit'll be a box office smash motherfuckers [applause] [TH END] |
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#47 |
Prof. Dr. Sinsi
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![]() Busta Rhymes Şarkı SözleriHow Much We Grew [Intro:] yeah this next joint right here ![]() ![]() ![]() is dedicated to all my niggas that I love all the niggas that held it down with me through the whole shit from the beginning of the fort, to the now current day of the fort from the beginning and the birth of this whole shit to the now success of this whole shit and all my peoples that be holdin it down for their peoples ridin with them through thick and thin, love y'all niggas peep it [CHORUS 2X:] 1, 2 Everytime I sit and take a look at how we grew so much my niggas 1, 2 All the things I do, you know I will hold my flags for you my niggas [verse 1] now, this how the shit all started was like doctors of ? I was being conceived kinda retarded like, and while my moms was conceiving this beautiful baby doctors was the this woman's stress out of this Jamaican lady Pops beef and straight carrying on nobody realizing how the god was now being born ayo, yo, 1, 2 while they was wildin and shit they couldn't even find my pulse, sonogram on the frisk so, they tried a natural birth, but had to stop production baby stuck all up in the womb, another malfunction 1, 2 and now the doctors discover they had to cut this lady's gut, and c-section me out of my mother Pop duke could only sit and ask why looked up in the sky and begged for mercy from the most high c'mon, now, 1, 2 see now the day would feel blessed watching the birth of a precious baby life manifest see how that bugged me out [CHORUS] [over chorus] that shit, that type shit be buggin me out cuz ![]() ![]() ![]() y'know niggas, nigga look back to them days when you know shit is kinda ill like y'knawmean? nigga, niggas like fall out, y'knawmean? motherfuckers is, niggas live long enough to look back and shit and laugh and shit, y'knawmean? [verse 2] young and learnin shit that started is thick started inquiring alot, started using my dick like I knew it all but I wasn't really knowin and shit buggin when my pubic hairs started growin and shit now hold up, a young nigga now a couple years pass searchin desperate to experience my first piece of ass now, gettin into mischief and caught my first arrest started smoking weed and started totin on them cigarettes eyes bloodshot like I was starin at a highbeam nigga only twelve so why he lookin like he nineteen? 1, 2 the fast life baby, young with an old soul from the past life baby a young nigga wanted things and wanted money quick ambitious on the Amtrak, wit a quarter brick my nigga, 1, 2 it got hot in the streets my nigga campaign the cops who started walkin the beat, my nigga trouble causin too much problems just me and my brother made mommy a grandma and shacked up with my babymother now it a seed, I was always ready to clap shit strugglin, so then I start fuckin 'round with this rap shit moved to Long Island and got up with a few niggas believin we could show the world we was the Leaders Of the New niggas a crew of niggas that was hot like an infirmary blazin til they started actin like bitches internally so now, Flipmode is how we own it fo' sho tried to fuck with niggas but I couldn't do it no more fo rilla, 1, 2 and then I got with some niggas always wit it to multiply the gross and double the figgas and then I, hit with bombs and hold a stack in my palms whippin Bentleys, floss icy shit and take care of moms give the local little old man a job as my chaeuffeur hold it down for all my niggas til the movement is over it's kinda beautiful [CHORUS repeats to end] [over chorus] yeah, y'knawmean? how we have acquired so much where we can look back and, and actually laugh and lavish in the, in the, in the moment as we prime in life look at how we, we struggled all this way and went through the bullshit motherfuckin, little obstacles situations they try to set up for niggas to fuckin fall off and lose they hard earned shit, y'knowmean? I holds it down for my niggas though give my last to my niggas all the niggas that was wit me through the whole shit love y'all niggas, word my Flipmode niggas, man ![]() ![]() |
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#48 |
Prof. Dr. Sinsi
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![]() Busta Rhymes Şarkı SözleriWe Comin' Through Yeah Serious now Serious All my niggas ONE TWO Line up and COME THROUGH I got shit for all of you to wild out and DUMB TO Back and bust your gun too Nowhere to run to This shit is the jerk So run your jewels and your ones too All my bitches WHAT WHAT I like your whole strut Bounce and hold your ass out Make it open and close shut Watch me bust a whole nut Right over your whole butt Slice you down with the dick Just like you was a cold cut OH FUCK Now watch me dig all in your whole gut Stuff it like a roast duck Fucking packing a toast WHAT WHAT What about you slapping the shit up out ya Flipmode We them niggas And I'ma always shout ya See how we high rollers Smoking till we high zoning Niggas on the corner Clutter the streets in the nights roaming Now see how we got you open My niggas hold your post Bitches if your riding with me Let's see who rocks the most [Chorus:] All my niggas (What what) We coming through (What what) Repping for my niggas and my bitches too (What what) Back and bust your gun too Nowhere to run to Black out in the truck Until there's no club to come to All my bitches (What what) We coming through (What what) Repping for my bitches and my niggas too (What what) Bounce and shake your ass out Break fool and black out Hit you with some shit That will make all y'all just pass out Know I keep that hot shit Fuck up your block shit Have y'all niggas stupid On some straight cock your glock shit Everytime we drop shit There's no way to stop shit Bust y'all niggas ass Then like to sit back and pop shit Yo we bout to lace y'all Deface the place y'all With shit that feel just like A fucking foot in your face y'all Is you with me? (HELL YEAH!) Before I hit y'all Flipmode be the niggas That will be sure to split y'all We will never quit y'all We won't permit y'all Whack niggas to come inside Like they be the shit y'all FUCK THAT! Yeah you know we blaze And we wreck shop Put it down for live niggas While we watch the next fly All my niggas pass through Before we blast you This shit so real I don't have no need to gash you We will never calm down We won't put the bombs down Rep for all my niggas And we won't put the arms down (Yeah you know we keep it coming) Yo people is good for nothing (Ay yo!) Hot to death with shit that always keep you jumping And rush the dance hall Until all they ass fall I make you other corny niggas Get off the damn wall And then we bless y'all With the currently fresh y'all And hit y'all niggas with flavor Nothing less than the best y'all Now we see how we got you open My niggas hold your post All my bitches wylin with me Let's see who rocks the most [Chorus:] All my niggas (What what) We coming through (What what) Repping for my niggas and my bitches too (What what) Back and bust your gun too Nowhere to run to Black out in the truck Until there's no club to come to All my bitches (What what) We coming through (What what) Repping for my bitches and my niggas too (What what) Bounce and shake your ass out Break fool and black out Hit you with some shit That will make all y'all just pass out |
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#49 |
Prof. Dr. Sinsi
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![]() Busta Rhymes Şarkı SözleriMake Noise (feat Lenny Kravitz) Hoo, hah, hoo, hah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Rock star shit niggas From the street, to the stadium From the street, to the stadium From the street, to the stadium niggas Now c'mon! [Verse 1] Bouncing, everytime I be hittin y'all niggas with shit That be makin y'all niggas really wanna black up in the fucking spot We keepin hot for my niggas fresh up off the block Now all my people bust a shot BLOW, BLOW, BLOW! Bus a Bus is back all in your face and I'm back to replace And lace y'all niggas with shit that'll totally erase These other corny niggas up outta your head As far as I'm concerned none of them niggas can fuck with the dreds WHAT, WHAT, WHAT! Yeah, yeah, I be keepin it movin, and be keepin it groovin Rep for my niggas by showin and provin That we the illest when it comes to this here Now go get the drinks, go get the blunts, and get the fire What you say? YEAH, YEAH, YEAH! What the fuck is bounce up in your truck when you start to conduct Yourself in a way that be makin you wanna fuck Wild out in the spot, and get to actin like savages Tell the one who manages the spot, I got the damages HO, HO! [CHORUS 2X:] I know y'all niggas want it (I know y'all bitches want it) WHAT I know y'all really need it HO The shit to keep you bouncin WHAT To keep the party heated Make Noise, Make Noise, Make Noise, Make Noise, c'mon! [Verse 2] Busta Rhymes givin it to y'all niggas so check me out While I pick up my crew and pick up Rah Digga I'm talkin 'bout how we be puttin it down wit my Flipmode familia That's a fact we comin through, so step back MOVE, MOVE, MOVE, MOVE, MOVE! Get the fuck up off of me and please release me from my shackle Watch me and my crew and how we tacklin corner the market Y'all niggas know exactly how we about to spark it Makin all of you the target, BLAU, BLAU, BLAU!! See how we be keepin it comin regardless whatever the reason It never matters whatever the season Now peep how we wildin', and breezin on through When you know that we will keep it together whatever, get the cheddar YEAH, YEAH, YEAH!! Yeah now, lemme continue to talk to my people and continue To blow the roof off the building and right before we get to Wreckin the spot everybody climb up on something and tear the lights Up off of the ceiling, BO, BO, BO, BO!! [CHORUS 2X] Hoo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ha, Busta Rhymes, Lenny Kravitz, Make Noise now, c'mon! From the streets, to the stadium, Busta Rhymes, Lenny Kravitz Here we go now, Make Noise now, everybody now, c'mon! Ha! [Verse 3] How's about to keep it kinda raw and just give it to motherfuckers And how we smash it and cash it we rip it from motherfuckers You know we got it, you niggas know we rockin And get all up in your pocket, YO, YO, YO!! Yeah, yeah me and brother named Lenny Kravitz We tearin it down and blowin the spot in the Jacob Javitz However you wanna do it grab the gas and the matches and start the fire Take it up a little higher! YEAH, YEAH, YEAH!! |
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#50 |
Prof. Dr. Sinsi
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![]() Busta Rhymes Şarkı SözleriReady For War (feat ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() [Busta Rhymes] Tri-lateral commission Berkowitz, Fizzy Wo', Bust-Down (AiYAHHHHHHHHH!) [Chorus: Busta Rhymes + M ![]() ![]() ![]() Everytime I take a look, the only thing I see is MY LIVE NIGGAZ IN THE SPOT Tell me what y'all want GIVE ME EVERYTHING YOU GOT Y'all niggaz ready to do it LET'S BLOW THE MOTHERFUCKIN SPOT All my niggaz ATTENTION ![]() ![]() WHERE MY NIGGAZ READY FOR WAR? (WE RIGHT HERE!) GET EM (WHEN WE SPOT EM) HIT EM (KID WE GOT EM) WHERE MY NIGGAZ READY FOR WAR? (WE RIGHT HERE!) [Billy Danze] I got reason to believe, some of you niggaz feel the man isn't live and direct (GET AT EM BILL!) LONG, breathe easy pop, this is Hip-Hop in the HARM WAY, we do it the war way, all day I never procrastinate (you shouldn't) I'm from where the war games fascinate (you couldn't) You wouldn't believe what they've been tellin me The perfect match is jail and me cause I was born with a felony (uh uh uh) Fuck that! How this shit look when a nigga stretched out, with his chest out and a mess out in Brooklyn, HI-YAHHHHHH [Busta Rhymes] Y'all motherfuckers is back?! Y'all motherfuckers don't know how to act Y'all motherfuckers attack!! [Billy Danze] And those motherfuckers are wack, I travelled a rocky road Swift to the Flipmode, quick grip for the unload Father forgive me for my sins but I'ma raise hell to the bitter end - I'm a soldier! [Chorus] [Lil' Fame] Fuck the bullshit! I kick a bone out yo' ass Hardrock nigga?! I kick a stone out yo' ass! Warning, to all those, caps get peeled quicker than e-mail to your ass sayin, 'Kill kill kill!' Curb chasin, straight lacin, with a Mac-10 blazin Split yo' ass up like a Temptation You cats is animated cartoons (WHO YOU?) The return of Goodfellas Part Two BITCH throw your fuckin guns up, put your fuckin hands down HOT FLAMES UP, [buck you with], (BUSTA BUST DOWN) We sneak the guns right in, y'all keep tryin and I'ma check all pussies like a G-Y-N Open up your can of 'Whoop Ass'; I'll open up a fresh can of 'I'll Fuck Yo' Ass Up Quick Fast' Flipmode, M ![]() ![]() ![]() Y'all know who the fuck I am! [Chorus] [Busta Rhymes] Aiyyo yo-yuh-yo, and now I hear no one (you) would let less than a motherfucker fear no one None of y'all niggaz don't really wanna fuck with the dread The street brawler stomp your face into the back of yo' head C'mon now, I'm quick to roast fry boil and even toast a guy Multiply the ghosts like the world's greatest coke supply Shit changed, you sellin WEED over the damn computer Introduce the millenium STOMP nigga for the future I be that prime honorary nigga that'll voluntarily blast the last, Tom & Jerry ass nigga And write raps to the sound of these gats Perhaps my raps will paralyze a bitch-ass and make him collapse Yo, see they be quick to bust they fashion of a calico My niggaz Berkowitz and that other motherfucker Fizzy Wo' Mashin through the city yo, and the foot it don't lie Ready to blow this bitch up at the drop of a dime [Chorus] [ad libs for about 8 seconds before fade] |
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