Busta Rhymes lyrics
Busta Rhymes lyrics
"Ready For War lyrics"
Ain't Got Time lyrics
Ain't got time You ain1t got time Ain't got time to say Goodbye Feel so free my music's got me back We got to teach you bomb the beat y1all Get off your feet, yeah you appear give me your tears, 'cos we1re all going mad Take me miles away from home Invisible dreams, becoming true faces unknown, emotions eye to eye Take me miles away from home
Ain't got time You ain1t got time Ain't got time to say Goodbye Feel so free my music's got me back We got to teach you bomb the beat y1all Get off your feet, yeah you appear give me your tears, 'cos we1re all going mad Take me miles away from home Invisible dreams, becoming true faces unknown, emotions eye to eye Take me miles away from home
(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
Kill The President lyrics
In a world without leaders Who'd start all the wars? The world that you're saving Will always be yours Kill the president, listen to the voice of reason Unify with that single line Stop the man with the power of the government A l
crastinate (you shouldn't)In a world without leaders Who'd start all the wars? The world that you're saving Will always be yours Kill the president, listen to the voice of reason Unify with that single line Stop the man with the power of the government A l
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
Dream On lyrics
Well, we've come a long long way And there's no turning back The road ahead is clear at last We can search our whole life through Never knowing what we'll find But we can make it if we try 'Cause every cloud has a silver lining Just believe that the sun will shine Dream on (dream on, dream on) If you look deep inside your heart You can reach the highest star Dream on (dream on,
out yo' ass!Well, we've come a long long way And there's no turning back The road ahead is clear at last We can search our whole life through Never knowing what we'll find But we can make it if we try 'Cause every cloud has a silver lining Just believe that the sun will shine Dream on (dream on, dream on) If you look deep inside your heart You can reach the highest star Dream on (dream on,
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
Dyin Wit'Cha Boots On lyrics
Trouble seems to catch a motherfucker with his cards down Gotta keep my drawers up, shit's gettin hard now These motherfuckin cops be plantin shit on these niggas Simply because these niggas got bank accounts that's bigger I just can't get no peace from you motherfuckin rollers Everytime I pull my Benz or what, 'cha pull me over I'm sick of motherfuckers who be checking Whitey's coke tip Blacker than a m
on't really wanna fuck with the dreadTrouble seems to catch a motherfucker with his cards down Gotta keep my drawers up, shit's gettin hard now These motherfuckin cops be plantin shit on these niggas Simply because these niggas got bank accounts that's bigger I just can't get no peace from you motherfuckin rollers Everytime I pull my Benz or what, 'cha pull me over I'm sick of motherfuckers who be checking Whitey's coke tip Blacker than a m
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]