Busta Rhymes LYRICS

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Busta Rhymes - Against All Odds - lyrics

[baby sham]
Aiyyo, balls your pencils
As hollow tips get in you
Bots cutting to slice your face you
Rhymes is natural
Hold two lives and four wives
Up in the crack capsule
Flipmode cruddy styles has been past you
Rush pass
You couldnt touch cash
If it was under your nose
Like a mustache
Nigga
What ass
Show your whole cheek
Slugs with no heat
Diamonds that dont break
You thugs is so sweet
[rampage]
I float so much I get seasick
Flipmode is the squad who I beez with
Who I get plucks with
And push german vs with
Rampage Im psychic I can see shit
To the next millenium
You not gon be shit
Scratch your name off the list
Cut your wrist
You know the issue
Im official
When you die none of your niggas is really gon miss you
Chorus:
Flipmode squad
Here to drop bombs
Against all odds
Still remain gods
Grip your arm
We always come hard
The world is ours
Call a national guard
[rah digga]
Here we go
Any ***** that rhyme wanna flex she ass
Im stomping all things like Im plexi-glass
Niggas make way like when they hear sirens
Treat you like park and too close to fire hydrants
All up in the board
Kicking back long islands
Get your wig split first solid defiance
Rah earth and sun in this imperial alliance
You do the science
[spliff star]
Im getting money shitting, turn intruders into vixens
Fall off beeper uh-uh niggas stay getting
Dirty nigga for life
Thats how spliffs living
Throwing niggas in caskets
Tired of a yellow ribbons
I buck my duck if you touch my one
Rather jamaican than belly boy make you people for fun
Fat mans son, street educated
The colonel of ghetto jurors, still thug related
Chorus
[lord have mercy]
We enemies of three strike felony laws
Gorilla dicking k-y jelly for whores
Lapdances trap grands without laws
My baby moms, three eighty for your arms
That bust with loud force
The ghetto with us
That bang makaveli in trucks
That whatever the ***** to give a cheddar in chunks
Who gazey chase
Fake thugs with lazy aid
Track marks
Rap stars
And a rain of aids
[busta rhymes]
Yo, what you want from us
Now visualize more of us
Stay toting under my given flavor from nauticas
Destroy every arch rival or any challenger
Make you remember this day
Nigga mark it on your calendar
Im showing you something
You aint saying nothing
My niggas make noise
Like a bunch of volcanoes erupting
None of yall niggas really wanna war
The type of nigga to crash my plane in your building
In the name of the law
Chorus

Busta Rhymes - Against All Odds (feat. Flipmode Squad) - lyrics

Featuring Flipmode Squad]
Baby Sham:
Ay Yo
Balls your pencils
As hollow tips get in you
Bots cutting to slice your face you
Rhymes is natural
Hold two lives and four wives
Up in the crack capsule
Flipmode cruddy styles has been past you
Rush pass
You couldn't touch cash
If it was under your nose
Like a mustache
Nigga
What ass
Show your whole cheek
Slugs with no heat
Diamonds that don't break
You thugs is so sweet
Rampage:
I flow so much I can see sick
Flipmode is the squad who I bees with
Who I get plucks with
And push German V's with
Rampage I'm psychic I can see shit
To the next millenium
You not gon be shit
Scratch your name off the list
Cut your wrist
You know the issue
I'm official
When you die none of your niggas is really gon miss you
Chorus:
FLIPMODE SQUAD
Here to drop bombs
AGAINST ALL ODDS
Still remain gods
GRIP YOUR ARM
We always come hard
THE WORLD IS OURS
Call a National Guard
Rah Digga:
Here we go
Any ***** that rhyme wanna flex she ass
I'm stomping all things like I'm plexi-glass
Niggas make way like when they hear sorry's
Treat you like park and too close to fire hydrants
All up in the board
Kicking back long islands
Get your wig split first solid defiance
Rah
Earth and sun in this Imperial alliance
You do the science
Spliff Star:
I'm getting money shitting
Turn intruders into vixens
Fall off
Beeper uh-uh
Niggas stay getting
Dirty nigga for life
That's how Spliff's living
Throwing niggas in caskets
Tired of a yellow ribbons
I buck my duck
If you touch my one
Rather Jamaican than belly boy make you people for fun
Fact my son
Street educated
The colonel of ghetto jurors
Still thug related
Chorus:
Lord Have Mercy:
We enemies of three strike felony laws
Gorilla dicking
K-Y jelly for whores
Lapdances
Trap grands without laws
My baby moms
Three eighty for your arms
That bust with loud force
The ghetto with us
That bang makaveli and trucks
That whatever the ***** to give a cheddar in chunks
Who gazey chase
Fake thugs with lazy aid
Track marks
Rap stars
And a rain of aids
Busta Rhymes:
Yo
What you want from us
Now visualize more of us
Stay toting under my given flavor from Nauticas
Destroy every arch rival or any challenger
Make you remember this day
Nigga mark it on your calendar
I'm showing you something
You ain't saying nothing
My niggas make noise
Like a bunch of volcanoes erupting
None of y'all niggas really wanna war
The type of nigga to crack my plane in your building
In the name of the law
Chorus

Busta Rhymes - A Quarter To Cutthroat - lyrics

Verse 1: charlie brown
Bring one mc, two mc, three mc.
Send any mcs. it doesnt matter to me.
Sterp up like a thief in the night.
No wins and I begin. my third eye is bright.
Here to shine. light skies the limit on d.l.
Who fell, yeah time will tell.
The leaders of the new.
The #1 crew blunts and brew for the hip-hop school.
Girls got my picture posters, pin-ups.
Wanna skin up (big up, big up).
Its a race against the clock, and I cant stop countdown,
Hear the sound see boogie brown..
(uptown saturday night) 125 we arrive so live from new york,
Word life. you know I can kick it.
At my show on the down low, youre sellin wolf-tickets.
Ha ha, the trigger Im tryin to tell ya.
Now my nigga, Im getting larger and bigger the factor
Here to *****alak! a crack that back like a chiropractor
Just the collective my perspective to be
Effective is the main objective.
(warriors come out and) props me say me nots.
Any violations wont be tolerated.
Lets not debate it if you hate it, cause I made it.
The loot, the ***** tube, all that shit included,
In a matter of seconds you will be excluded.
Checka check it out.
East coast stomp in action for rich or for poor.
We created the fashion left (foot),
Right (foot), stomp (stomp).
Leaders of the new school do the east coast stomp.
Well its a quarter
Quarter. quarter. quarter.
Quarter to cutthroat.
A quarter. quarter. quarter. quarter.
Quarter to cutthroat.
Verse 2: dinco d.
Its the power of importance making people act as is compare fair.
From here to there, fair seems a little quiz
So question what I conquer as kruger kills a kid
My friends got caught with luger so now he does the bid
Bring em in, bring em in
See the clock on the wall with one eye open.
Scarface to brawl to panic seized quarter cut.
Squeezed to ten gave quarter back five with a minute to win,
Then plenty a many men
With any if any trend came rename fame shame
To backspin speakin spic spans off spills of crack bins
So get your action. right locating jaws draw.
Bite mars is mourned warned rating.
Torn wound a sprite bright light the mics.
Mix vega a quarter woters.
What you get when youre broke, becomes bodega bothering, sobering
Ting-a-ling-a-ling (ding).
Right on to milo on the dot.
Verse 3: milo
You want strength, what strength.
What you really want strength.
Milo in the dance is on chee.
Lippie l.o.n.s. lenght. now nuff respect to the sekel set.
Seeking section for recovery.
D me a beg uni.
Dont bother me. why, ooh.
Because I and I am the one they call
De pum pum docter no bother.
Get vex because I og check your daughter.
Ideal punnie make the I feel better.
Me naw. want to put me wood in the wall of fire.
One step, two step. make you reach little high.
You askin why oh why you have to make it bad so why oh.
Inna me carkey suit and thing. love is all I bring inna the party.
Party respect to yardie its a rude, boy.
Type inna everybody. white, black, to chinie pass the heini, onset offset.
No prisoners at war a quarter to cutthroat is the new school law.
You better be in by sundown.
Sending death threats from miles around.
Busta bust down with the surround sound.
Tic tac tic. ready to pickins hip-hop easy listning.
Time to take order cause its a quarter to cut.
What, what you cant front.
Chorus
Verse 4: busta rhymes
No more lucky charms for the malpractice tactics.
Fiasco, fiskell, siskel and ebert.
Criticism, devilish exorcism.
I strive to destroy and kill all inconsiderate organisms.
Time will only last for the ones who bust that ass.
All gridlock thinking. you better think fast, quick!
Because Im riffling down the stifling,
Trifling sound whos killing who, times killing you.
Stupid. you need to sweat yourself. dont sweat nobody else.
I got my own perspiration check the conversation.
Minutes away, your ass is through dealing.
Ha, smack yourself and find exactly your feeling.
Its detrimental and essensial that I chemistry thoroughly
In my dimensional dungeon residential vicinity.
Wack germs. youre like a cureless growing disease.
Go and suck the clitoris of a trichamonis. discharge cheese.
Ha, ease. ha, substract counteract enemies, ha.
Carrying on while I be ripping and shredding
Getter fierce gotta pierce the wack to stop the germs spreading.
Before you striked, you caught a stroke.
Now youre half-dead nigga, cause its a quarter to cutthroat
Quarter to cutthroat !!!!!!!!
Quarter to cutthroat !!!!!!!!
Quarter to cutthroat !!!!!!!!
Quarter to cutthroat !!!!!!!!
Quarter to cutthroat !!!!!!!! (fading)

Busta Rhymes - A Trip Out Of Town - lyrics

[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 ima hold it down on the strip
Good lookin, word to mother son I give you my wit
But when I get back, ima 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 Im 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 stashll 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 *****in 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, Ive never heard of workers gettin five gs 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 cant 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 niggasll straight cop it
And set up shops in them neighborhoods that was residential
Rock laced whips while the workersll floss the latest rentals
How they ***** with arrogant *****es who act *****
And love to hustle wit niggas and stash coke up in they *****
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 dont you tell that crackhead to close the *****in door
And shut the ***** up
yeah man and clean the mother*****ing spot up, smell like...
break the *****in breakdown in the working city... yo go get the plates
And the gym star
yo light that up, lemme hit that, gimme a light, yeah man cut that
***** 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 niggasll 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 mother*****er, money was sick
Gas on the cheddar and these *****es ridin the dick
*****in everything from the local mcdonalds *****es with the biggest ass
To attorney *****es thatll 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 winners 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 ***** 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 wasnt 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 *****, yall 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 mother*****er 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!
Thats a wrap, good actin mother*****ers, good actin
Thats the shit Im talkin about
Yall ready to watch the playback?
***** around, that shitll be a box office smash mother*****ers
[applause]
The end

Busta Rhymes - Bladow!! - lyrics

Now (now)
Ready for wylin my niggas
Lets set it like we on an island my niggas
Im with it (what what what what)
Yo
My clique startle *****es
With a remarkable sparkle
For my *****es with me (what what what what)
You know we stay dumb
And keep shop running
Just the like the 24-hour deli
The way yall niggas be popping that shit you be talking
Yall niggas dont mean nothing
But a 24-hour celly
To talk that funny shit
To someone you know
While I bag these *****es
And take them to 24-hour telly
Type of chickens to let me get in they belly
Little sexy thug *****es
Who want me to ***** them to makeveli
Then get with my niggas and smoke up a ounce
Crowd up in whatever amounts
Making *****es skip to my bounce
So whenever we be shining like diamond
Fresher than the fragrance of limon
When we strike
Its all in the timing
Corporate niggas ball on how we be stylin
*****ing with huge contracts
With white beaters on
On the day of the signing
Making all my *****es check for this shit
My live niggas know the truth
Thats why they always got respect for this shit
[chorus:]
Bust one for me, bladow!
All my niggas holding they gun with me, bladow!
And resting and stacking they ones with me, bladow!
My peeps who hang around where Im from with me, bladow!
Who run with me, bladow!
Bust one for me, bladow!
My *****es thatll ***** till they cum with me, bladow!
Wylin at me, having they fun with me, bladow!
In this club all they keep beating they drums with me, bladow!
In a slung with me, bladow!
Bust one for me, bladow!
And now we mash yall
Harass yall
Until the shit we doing pass yall
You know we steadily, readily
Give it to niggas
And blow up the spot for niggas
Before we do the dash yall
Yo
Aint nothing wrong until we perform
Yall niggas know we bout to blast yall
Fast
Me and my niggas crash the party
If my niggas were shitters
Splash *****es before we flash yall
Now whats up
All of my niggas salute
Where we get busy
Gimme me my loot
All way up in a box with a suit
Shit that I tell you will all be the truth
Stay on a live nigga recruit
And take yall niggas back to the root
Tying my laces all up in my boot
All the *****es say that Im cute
Blowing on it just like a flute
And now
Before we blind yall
We shine and remind yall
Should be gappy
Always one of a kind yall
We constructing a new design yall
Better keep up my niggas
Because you will get left behind yall
Let us bust a bottle of wine now
And celebrate in the name of them niggas
That control the times now
Now watch it
As we just pick up the pace
You just might a hole in your face
My crew might take a whole of the space
Completely
Obligated just to keeping you dumming
And get the breaking all the shit up in club
Once you know that we coming
My *****es check for this shit
My live niggas know the truth
Thats why they always got respect for this shit
[chorus:]
Bust one for me, bladow!
All my niggas holding they gun with me, bladow!
And resting and stacking they ones with me, bladow!
My peeps who hang around where Im from with me, bladow!
Who run with me, bladow!
Bust one for me, bladow!
My *****es thatll ***** till they cum with me, bladow!
Wylin at me, having they fun with me, bladow!
In this club all they keep beating they drums with me, bladow!
In a slung with me, bladow!
Bust one for me, bladow!
Yeah
To all my niggas and all my *****es
That just wanna live
Live good
Feel good
Yeah
Just bounce to this shit
Come on
Bounce to this shit
All my niggas and my *****es
Just bounce to this shit
Come on
Bounce to this shit
Yeah
Flipmode constantly
Enough of that

Busta Rhymes - All Night - lyrics

Turn it up (ha ha ha)
Flimode (ha ha ha)
Busta rhymes (ha ha ha)
Another banging niggas (ha ha ha)
Another banging niggas (ha ha ha)
Another banging niggas (ha ha ha)
Another banging niggas (ha ha ha)
Chorus:
All night
To my east niggas west coast and dirty south,
We make ya wave your hands up high
Light ls and drink some liquor it make ya wild out
All night
To my niggas and my *****es get money
If ya running with me
Wave your hands up high
A yo I cant see yall
You know we hang out in the streets yall
All night
Yes yes yall
I be the God up in the flesh yall
Bless yall
With nothing but the best yall
Finesse shit and leave the spot up in a mess yall
*****es, you know the street shit caress yall
Sex yall
And put a bounce up in your breast yall
Yes yall we about to taste the success yall
And quiz niggas like a *****ing drug test yall
And check yall
And let the livest niggas step in
I keep the burner, what you think Im turning mine in?
What the *****,
Now all my live mother*****ers boggart or bring it straight to the front
And let me give yall niggas just what you want
More fire for ya fresh off the press
Shit blazing to death
*****es lust talking under they breath
Hope you niggas know to put on your vest
Or get a hole in your chest
Who in this mother*****er
Take you a guess
Chorus
Yeah-yeah all my niggas
Yeah-yeah all my *****es
Yeah-yeah all my thugs
Yeah-yeah all my soldiers
Yeah-yeah all my honeys
Yeah-yeah all my playas
Yeah-yeah all my live niggas cmon
Yeah-yeah
The grand finale yall
Put it down and always repping for my family yall
What, lets form a nation wide rally yall
Of gutter niggas that will piss up in the alley yall
***** it, now I know you know my rep nigga
And how its hard to figure out my next step nigga
So step nigga, nigga sit your ass down
The way I mash down
Will only leave a legacy for me to pass down
Dont speak unless youre spoken to
Get broke in two
Flipmode we be the chosen few
Yeah nigga entrap yall
I know some niggas thatll clap yall
And strap yall
Up to a post and back slap yall
Put yall in a mailbox and leave open the flap yall
Thats the haps that make niggas take forever naps yall
Strap yall all up inside of your seatbelts
The beats felt like a fire watch the heat melt
Your patent leather stack cheddar nigga
Now or never
Better, whatever nigga feel this hot beretta
Cause when we come you know we hit you with that shit for the head
With nough shit just like the lox and the dread
Me and my niggas we be breaking this bread
With all the blood that we bled
See we was broke, now we flossing instead
The shit I drop will never leave you mislead
Might leave you tired of bed
Shit aint over till the party is dead
Chorus: repeat 2x
Yeah all my live *****es let me see you just
Wave your hands up high
And all my niggas running around getting *****
All night

Busta Rhymes - Ass On Your Shoulders (feat. Kokane) - lyrics

[People talking]
[Hook: Kokane]
Likes to go, eventual
Lead you home, come inside
Why you got your ass on your shoulders
Now, tryin' to spit at a *****
I lead inside
Why you got your ass on your shoulders
[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah ***** put on an outfit, dazzle ya hair
Come in the club fit to take you home and frazzle the hair
***** understand I must have got a handle in here
Why you open up ya ass and let me travel in there
Create a scandal in there
Don't talk, let me pull it out to add another angle in there
Let me ride the back of yo ass like a camel in there
***** hot like she lit a *****in' candle in there
Remember I was tryin' to get my drink in the slot
And you was same girl actin' all stinkin' the spot
It was funny how I thought I wasted breath on the broad
A friend couldn't find her cause shorty left with the God
And then I took her back to the crib, you can figure it out
I'm diggin' it out with the dick in her mouth
Get cha' homegirl to come start lickin' ya out
And swingin' about until I start kickin' em' out
Because ya...
[Hook: Kokane]
[Busta Rhymes]
I'm sayin' she ***** a nigga like she want the God to lay in a hearse
Makin' me curse, hope you relate to my verse
And what be makin' it worse
That they be the same *****es frontin' like they wasn't with it at first
Actin' too good for niggas with your ass on your shoulders
But now you'll be *****in' a nigga till he fall in a coma
I remember how you acted in the front of ya friends
As I remember now you give me head in front of my Benz
So now I'm smackin' it up, while you backin' it up
With a car

Busta Rhymes - As I Come Back - lyrics

Here we come yo, here we go (whats goin on now) - 3x
Busta rhymes nigga, here we go
Flipmode nigga, here we go
Neptunes nigga, here we go
Once again my niggas, here we go
Arrrrah!
[verse 1]
Come on, guess whos back in town,
*****es get on the dance floor and pull ya shit on doownnah!
From miles around,
I been *****in *****es up and flip a brand new soundraah!
The most hot shit all around
So hot it make a ***** wanna give me a poundraah!
Huh, fall on the ground, (come on)
Roll up a backwood and stay steamin the brrownraah!
The way we comin to town,
See we controllin the fort now, nigga give me the crrownraah!
Talk that shit to me girl, arrah, wha you say, arrah!
Strip for me, I got the camcorder shorty make a flick for mearrah!
And how wide ya ass get split for mearrah!
See how we makin you black
And from the party and we keep the d.j bringin it back
Im sayin
[hook 2x]
Uh, uh, uh all over the track man, uh
Pardon me, uh, as I come back
Uh, uh, uh all over the track man, uh
Pardon me, uh, as I come back, nigga
[verse 2]
What we gon do in two thousand two,
Even though we havin fun in two thousand oneraah!
Stay strapped, grippin my gun
Packed in the truck, packed with *****es stackin my onerrah!
And while we wlyin in fun,
All of my *****es show me ya ass and rep where you fromraah!
Come on, arrah, cuttin it down
Such a way we make police come and shuttin it downrraah!
I hope you see how we takin it there
And while we at it mother*****er throw ya hands in the airraah!
Valet parkin the car
While we up in the club buyin every drink in the barraah!
We givin you this shit, come on
We showin niggas how we always flip the script come onrraah!
Back off, get out my face,
And everytime we come through nigga, give me my space
Im sayin
[hook 2x]
[verse 3]
For my dogs we be keepin it raw
But *****es be gasin a nigga, please give me some moreraah!
They way you be shakin ya shit to the floorrah!; damn!...arrah!!
Ima give it to you mami for sure
And if you couldnt take it then what is you *****in me forrah!
Ya niggas know how to act
And when we arrive niggas know we come to pushin shit back
Im sayin
[hook 2x]

Busta Rhymes - Anarchy - lyrics

[chorus]
What this world is comin to, to, to
Can you see, see, see, see
Whats in store for you, for you, you, you, you, you, you, you
[verse 1]
Yo, right before I lay your soul to sleep
Witness the day of your wreckin and wit God on the street
Behold! what the ***** yall niggas come around here for
We massacre the masses so therefore
Heres your, invitation to explore
The way we gather up niggas to thoroughly rep for
My street niggas, cmon!
Stressed niggas, cmon!
Hungry niggas, cmon!
Yes, yes yall, cmon!
Hope my live mother*****ers pass the test yall
Prepare for high retribution, and I hope God bless yall (bless yall)
***** shit up and watch the truth manifest yall (fest yall)
Feel it in your guts and the burnin in your chest yall (chest yall)
Pushin through just like a wild flood
With such a pain thats so intense it make yall wanna cry blood
My slang talk earned a scholarship, from how to style a chick
Influnce rulership and earn another dollar quick (quick)
You need to do the philisophical research
***** around and be the next to die you better leave first
Yo, my whole crew extra large, stay charged
Like polytheism havin belief in many gods
I gotta handful of niggas wit a sick disease
Die close to destructive anti-social tendencies
Yo, turn up the treble just a level
Analyze the science deeper than when musa symbolized the devil
Now let me ask yall
Chorus
[you are now in the current state of anarchy]
[verse 2]
Ha, all hell break loose
Yo, we fight to the end and never call for a truce
Yall niggas better pick and choose and select the battles wisely
Always with the same approach and never once surprised me
Ha, however how clever
Niggas is fighting for mad cheddar
Yo, cold like the wind blow in the winter
Make you remember the torture like the frostbite that bit off your finger
This means war, I said it before
Adrenaline rush, heart beat rapid, sweat wet up the floor
Try to threat and wanna battle me nigga
Ima show you the major differnce between a dream and reality nigga
Yo, then I continuously hype up a nation
Huddle wit my niggas plan for tomorrow go into isolation
And analyze how many niggas gon lose
Tryin to squeeze they foot up in a pair of great man shoes
And analyze how we was needed to live
Carry out my dooney give the most thanks and be appreciative
Pass this to all my seeds after me
Represent and fight to be that everything my seeds want me to be
The economy has been at its best, to all my niggas hungry
Lets keep weavin and magical methods of makin money
So ima rep at my fullest, you cant spark me
And fight the hardest in the grim current state of anarchy...
Chorus

Busta Rhymes - Bad Dreams - lyrics

[Busta Rhymes]
Yo me and my niggas and my clique be getting mad cream
Balling the club, now I'm drunk having a bad dream
This motha*****er tried to greet me with wealth
I never knew that I would see that day that I would meet the devil himself
This nigga was eagerly waiting to prove it
Astonishingly, already dancing to his own burial music
Well anyway, he plottin' to do it to me
In a certain kind of way, and started off directly popping shit to me
While he spoke a couple of fires would spark
While he sat in the shadow talking his shit we watch the sky getting dark (he said)
[Devil]
(?) Where it hurts
I'll leave you in a (?) straight up leaking in the back of a church
Let a ghosting crib and haunt you like a ghost in your home
Leaving you old and crippet like them ruins in Rome
Watch your body shrivel up and turn your asses to smoke
***** your flesh don't get yo blood sucked, the blood of ya foes
I be that nigga that'll torture your spouse
And leave a thousand body bags like truth.com in front of your house
[Busta]
Got me bugging on a whole notha level
Tell me how the ***** a nigga really end up having beef with the devil
Shit bomb the whole effect the nigga had on my dreaming
Body reacting mentally, going to war with the demon
Seem (?) like the typical storm
So embellished in the dream a nigga felt it in the physical form
The dream got my nose runny and shit
Eyes watery, shorty watching my body twitch funny and shit
Giving shorty sleeping with me the creeps
She bugging off how a nigga just sweating and breathing so hard in his sleep
Determined to conquer this nigga so let it begin
Absolutely focused on killing the demon within
So now we fight in the name of my brethren-ac
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