Busta Rhymes lyrics
Busta Rhymes lyrics
"Ready For War lyrics"
We Could Be lyrics
Oh yea yes Oh Can I talk to you For a minute There's something on my mind That I wanna say Oh reality is, takin control of me cause I know, baby I know that your loving me Oh loving you boy I wanna contradict my word I belong with you, I do truly wanna know (wanna know) [Chorus] When you hear me talkin, watcha think When you lookin into my eyes, watcha see
(feat. M.O.P.)
[Busta Rhymes]
Tri-lateral commission
Berkowitz, Fizzy Wo', Bust-Down
(AiYAHHHHHHHHH!)
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes + M.O.P.]
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.. (LOUD AND CLEAR)
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 pro
Oh yea yes Oh Can I talk to you For a minute There's something on my mind That I wanna say Oh reality is, takin control of me cause I know, baby I know that your loving me Oh loving you boy I wanna contradict my word I belong with you, I do truly wanna know (wanna know) [Chorus] When you hear me talkin, watcha think When you lookin into my eyes, watcha see
(feat. M.O.P.)
[Busta Rhymes]
Tri-lateral commission
Berkowitz, Fizzy Wo', Bust-Down
(AiYAHHHHHHHHH!)
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes + M.O.P.]
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.. (LOUD AND CLEAR)
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 pro
Nookie lyrics
I came into this world as a reject Look into these eyes Then you'll see the size of these flames Dwellin on the past Its burnin' up my brain Everyone that burns has to learn from the pain Hey I think about the day My girlie ran away with my pay When fellas come to play No she stuck with my homeez that she fucked And I'm just a sucker with a lump in my throat Hey, like a chumpcrastinate (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
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.O.P. Fizzy Wo-mack, Wo-mack
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
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]
I came into this world as a reject Look into these eyes Then you'll see the size of these flames Dwellin on the past Its burnin' up my brain Everyone that burns has to learn from the pain Hey I think about the day My girlie ran away with my pay When fellas come to play No she stuck with my homeez that she fucked And I'm just a sucker with a lump in my throat Hey, like a chump
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
A Fine Romance lyrics
Dorothy Fields / Jerome Kern A fine romance, with no kissesA fine romance, my friend this isWe should be like a couple of hot tomatoesBut you're as cold as yesterday's mashed potatoesA fine romance, you won't nestleA fine romance, you won't wrestleI might as well play bridgeWith my old maid auntI haven't got a chanceThis is a fine romanceA fine romance, my good fellow
out yo' ass!Dorothy Fields / Jerome Kern A fine romance, with no kissesA fine romance, my friend this isWe should be like a couple of hot tomatoesBut you're as cold as yesterday's mashed potatoesA fine romance, you won't nestleA fine romance, you won't wrestleI might as well play bridgeWith my old maid auntI haven't got a chanceThis is a fine romanceA fine romance, my good fellow
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.O.P. Fizzy Wo-mack, Wo-mack
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
The Fever lyrics
(Steven Tyler, Joe Perry, Bryan Kennedy, Dan Roberts) He's got a split finger wrap And his rope's pulled way to tight He's got a lunatic smile 'Cause he's really drawn deep tonight He's got a fever, fever, fever, fever Grab a hold of anything and hold on tight It hits you like the venom from a rattle snake bite We're all here 'cause he's not all there tonight He takes one breath And time tur
on't really wanna fuck with the dread(Steven Tyler, Joe Perry, Bryan Kennedy, Dan Roberts) He's got a split finger wrap And his rope's pulled way to tight He's got a lunatic smile 'Cause he's really drawn deep tonight He's got a fever, fever, fever, fever Grab a hold of anything and hold on tight It hits you like the venom from a rattle snake bite We're all here 'cause he's not all there tonight He takes one breath And time tur
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]