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Make ya feel good , make ya feel all right
One time Feel good yea ya'll Busta Rhymes in the place ya'll Make you feel real good ya'll Flipmode is the squad in the place ya'll Buck wild for all of my niggas who don't care floss like a bunch of young black millionaires Makin ya run, me and my gun Stackin my ones floss a little, invest up in a mutual funds Blowin the horn since the very day I was born never dreamed I see a nigga landscapimg my lawn Dangerous, my niggas shit be accurate Have to get, the flow be so emaculate A yo a yo watchin my dough, sippin my moe Slippin in slow, them pretty bitches sayin hello Any wiggle hittin this play oil of oley Little honey dip whip in within a little cabriolet I don't mean to hold you up But I got somethin to say Swear to only give you hot shit everyday Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us You strange to us That's when we gettin dangerous Come on Chorus: This is serious We can make you delirious You should have a healthy fear of us Cause to much of us is dangerous So dangerous we dangerous My Flipmode squad is dangerous So dangerous we dangerous My whole entire unit is dangerous Hold your breath We swingin it from right to left Word to Wyclef nigga'z shit be hot to death Stayin alive, you know only the strongest survive Holdin my heat under my seat , whippin the five Baseline for all of my people movin around Give me a pound All of my niggaz holdin it down cuttin you up The new shit wrekin you up fuckin you up My black hole suckin you up Back in the days niggaz use to be ass out Now a nigga holdin several money market accounts Blaze the street and then I would just like to announce Feelin my grove My jiga jiga makin you bounce Others is fare, me and my niggas breakin the bridge Straight gettin it, we got you niggas holdin your head Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us You strange to us that's when we gettin dangerous Come on Chorus One time ya'll Throw your hands real high ya'll Yea, get down ya'll Let me see you all ya'll Busta Rhymes, Flipmode ya'll Nineteen ninety eight ya'll Ha, get down ya'll, lets have a ball ya'll Feelin the heat up in the street rockin the beat Step up in the club, take me to my reserved seat Comin around, all of my niggaz surround me So much bottles of liquer, ya'll niggaz will drown me Makin ya drunk, feelin the funk, blazin the skunk Stay hitten with the shit that blow a hole in ya trunk Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us You strange to us that's when we gettin dangerous Come on Chorus |
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Make ya feel good , make ya feel all right
One time Feel good yea ya'll Busta Rhymes in the place ya'll Make you feel real good ya'll Flipmode is the squad in the place ya'll Buck wild for all of my niggas who don't care floss like a bunch of young black millionaires Makin ya run, me and my gun Stackin my ones floss a little, invest up in a mutual funds Blowin the horn since the very day I was born never dreamed I see a nigga landscapimg my lawn Dangerous, my niggas shit be accurate Have to get, the flow be so emaculate A yo a yo watchin my dough, sippin my moe Slippin in slow, them pretty bitches sayin hello Any wiggle hittin this play oil of oley Little honey dip whip in within a little cabriolet I don't mean to hold you up But I got somethin to say Swear to only give you hot shit everyday Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us You strange to us That's when we gettin dangerous Come on Chorus: This is serious We can make you delirious You should have a healthy fear of us Cause to much of us is dangerous So dangerous we dangerous My Flipmode squad is dangerous So dangerous we dangerous My whole entire unit is dangerous Hold your breath We swingin it from right to left Word to Wyclef nigga'z shit be hot to death Stayin alive, you know only the strongest survive Holdin my heat under my seat , whippin the five Baseline for all of my people movin around Give me a pound All of my niggaz holdin it down cuttin you up The new shit wrekin you up fuckin you up My black hole suckin you up Back in the days niggaz use to be ass out Now a nigga holdin several money market accounts Blaze the street and then I would just like to announce Feelin my grove My jiga jiga makin you bounce Others is fare, me and my niggas breakin the bridge Straight gettin it, we got you niggas holdin your head Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us You strange to us that's when we gettin dangerous Come on Chorus One time ya'll Throw your hands real high ya'll Yea, get down ya'll Let me see you all ya'll Busta Rhymes, Flipmode ya'll Nineteen ninety eight ya'll Ha, get down ya'll, lets have a ball ya'll Feelin the heat up in the street rockin the beat Step up in the club, take me to my reserved seat Comin around, all of my niggaz surround me So much bottles of liquer, ya'll niggaz will drown me Makin ya drunk, feelin the funk, blazin the skunk Stay hitten with the shit that blow a hole in ya trunk Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us You strange to us that's when we gettin dangerous Come on Chorus |
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Make ya feel good , make ya feel all right
One time Feel good yea ya'll Busta Rhymes in the place ya'll Make you feel real good ya'll Flipmode is the squad in the place ya'll Buck wild for all of my niggas who don't care floss like a bunch of young black millionaires Makin ya run, me and my gun Stackin my ones floss a little, invest up in a mutual funds Blowin the horn since the very day I was born never dreamed I see a nigga landscapimg my lawn Dangerous, my niggas shit be accurate Have to get, the flow be so emaculate A yo a yo watchin my dough, sippin my moe Slippin in slow, them pretty bitches sayin hello Any wiggle hittin this play oil of oley Little honey dip whip in within a little cabriolet I don't mean to hold you up But I got somethin to say Swear to only give you hot shit everyday Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us You strange to us That's when we gettin dangerous Come on Chorus: This is serious We can make you delirious You should have a healthy fear of us Cause to much of us is dangerous So dangerous we dangerous My Flipmode squad is dangerous So dangerous we dangerous My whole entire unit is dangerous Hold your breath We swingin it from right to left Word to Wyclef nigga'z shit be hot to death Stayin alive, you know only the strongest survive Holdin my heat under my seat , whippin the five Baseline for all of my people movin around Give me a pound All of my niggaz holdin it down cuttin you up The new shit wrekin you up fuckin you up My black hole suckin you up Back in the days niggaz use to be ass out Now a nigga holdin several money market accounts Blaze the street and then I would just like to announce Feelin my grove My jiga jiga makin you bounce Others is fare, me and my niggas breakin the bridge Straight gettin it, we got you niggas holdin your head Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us You strange to us that's when we gettin dangerous Come on Chorus One time ya'll Throw your hands real high ya'll Yea, get down ya'll Let me see you all ya'll Busta Rhymes, Flipmode ya'll Nineteen ninety eight ya'll Ha, get down ya'll, lets have a ball ya'll Feelin the heat up in the street rockin the beat Step up in the club, take me to my reserved seat Comin around, all of my niggaz surround me So much bottles of liquer, ya'll niggaz will drown me Makin ya drunk, feelin the funk, blazin the skunk Stay hitten with the shit that blow a hole in ya trunk Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us You strange to us that's when we gettin dangerous Come on Chorus |
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Yo, everytime I MC I'm coming off
Yes it's coming back to me The B-U-S-T-A, HEY!! Yo when I MC I'm coming off Yes it's coming back to me (repeat 3X) The B-U-S-T-A, HEY!! Salute in sight/site, or get caught in the crossfire Crush and trip the circuits, my niggaz is haywire For sure corny nigga your time will soon expire Retire cause your name ain't no longer on the flyer You abuse your every blessing, go say another pray-er Still on the first floor, I take you a level higher Your Miss O'Hara a la sweater smear off your mascara Can't take the heat, switch to eyeline, yo call Sara Rhymes penetrate the flesh and effect the bone marrow Your dry spell flows sound like they stranded in de Sahara Smoke bombs, salute all my niggaz who smoke charms Let's take it to the garden or fields and smoke out the fat farms OD'ing on the beat like the needles up in my arm Then I whip your ass if you do not listen just like your moms When I count to five, by the time I open my palm I'ma fuck you up, like the United States got by Vietnam I go... Yo, everytime I MC I'm coming off Yes it's coming back to me The B-U-S-T-A, HEY!! Yo when I MC I'm coming off Yes it's coming back to me (repeat 3X) The B-U-S-T-A, HEY!! Rhyme flows cause damage on niggaz that's unforgiven Faggot must be getting dick in the ass yo, how ya livin? You must been driven two up your ass when you was in prison Up in the streets frontin like you hardcore, that's done forbidden Everytime I bomb this be predictions from Nostradamus Busta Rhymes to fan bombs on your head and that's a promise The one thing that seems to be funny yet never stated is that I been creatin shit niggaz think they originatin My displays make you feel like you need some x-rays My music make y'all celebrate like important holidays We got to break fool tactics and carry on with tradition Whippin in the Tahoe, and we wild in the Exhibition Wild bend your mindstate, smash your transmission With no permission, you crossed the line and catch a whippin Before I wash y'all niggaz down like liquid detergent Watch the flame before I overcook shit, and start the burnin So, watch me turn it on y'all niggaz that try to learn it Gotta work to earn it, can't come in without a permit So hot, the wicked shit soundin so official Little whistles sign with the blast of my SCUD missile Pass the peas international paper stackin G's Overseas please you drivin nothin, pass the keys Get subdued, watch me shoot dope, y'all know my attribute HUH, make y'all niggaz jump with no parachute, like Yo, everytime I MC I'm coming off Yes it's coming back to me The B-U-S-T-A, HEY!! Yo when I MC I'm coming off Yes it's coming back to me (repeat 3X) The B-U-S-T-A, HEY!! |
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Yo, everytime I MC I'm coming off
Yes it's coming back to me The B-U-S-T-A, HEY!! Yo when I MC I'm coming off Yes it's coming back to me (repeat 3X) The B-U-S-T-A, HEY!! Salute in sight/site, or get caught in the crossfire Crush and trip the circuits, my niggaz is haywire For sure corny nigga your time will soon expire Retire cause your name ain't no longer on the flyer You abuse your every blessing, go say another pray-er Still on the first floor, I take you a level higher Your Miss O'Hara a la sweater smear off your mascara Can't take the heat, switch to eyeline, yo call Sara Rhymes penetrate the flesh and effect the bone marrow Your dry spell flows sound like they stranded in de Sahara Smoke bombs, salute all my niggaz who smoke charms Let's take it to the garden or fields and smoke out the fat farms OD'ing on the beat like the needles up in my arm Then I whip your ass if you do not listen just like your moms When I count to five, by the time I open my palm I'ma fuck you up, like the United States got by Vietnam I go... Yo, everytime I MC I'm coming off Yes it's coming back to me The B-U-S-T-A, HEY!! Yo when I MC I'm coming off Yes it's coming back to me (repeat 3X) The B-U-S-T-A, HEY!! Rhyme flows cause damage on niggaz that's unforgiven Faggot must be getting dick in the ass yo, how ya livin? You must been driven two up your ass when you was in prison Up in the streets frontin like you hardcore, that's done forbidden Everytime I bomb this be predictions from Nostradamus Busta Rhymes to fan bombs on your head and that's a promise The one thing that seems to be funny yet never stated is that I been creatin shit niggaz think they originatin My displays make you feel like you need some x-rays My music make y'all celebrate like important holidays We got to break fool tactics and carry on with tradition Whippin in the Tahoe, and we wild in the Exhibition Wild bend your mindstate, smash your transmission With no permission, you crossed the line and catch a whippin Before I wash y'all niggaz down like liquid detergent Watch the flame before I overcook shit, and start the burnin So, watch me turn it on y'all niggaz that try to learn it Gotta work to earn it, can't come in without a permit So hot, the wicked shit soundin so official Little whistles sign with the blast of my SCUD missile Pass the peas international paper stackin G's Overseas please you drivin nothin, pass the keys Get subdued, watch me shoot dope, y'all know my attribute HUH, make y'all niggaz jump with no parachute, like Yo, everytime I MC I'm coming off Yes it's coming back to me The B-U-S-T-A, HEY!! Yo when I MC I'm coming off Yes it's coming back to me (repeat 3X) The B-U-S-T-A, HEY!! |
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