Busta Rhymes lyrics
Busta Rhymes lyrics
"Abandon Ship lyrics"
You Could Be Mine lyrics
I'm a cold heartbreaker Fit ta burn and I'll rip your heart in two An I'll leave you lyin' on the bed I'll be out the door before ya wake It's nuthin' new ta you 'Cause I think we've seen that movie too 'Cause you could be mine But you're way out of line With your bitch slap rappin' And your cocaine tongue You get nuthin' done I said you could be mine Now holidays come and then they go It's nothin' new today Collect another memory When I come home late at night Don't ask me where I've been Just count your stars I'm home again
I'm a cold heartbreaker Fit ta burn and I'll rip your heart in two An I'll leave you lyin' on the bed I'll be out the door before ya wake It's nuthin' new ta you 'Cause I think we've seen that movie too 'Cause you could be mine But you're way out of line With your bitch slap rappin' And your cocaine tongue You get nuthin' done I said you could be mine Now holidays come and then they go It's nothin' new today Collect another memory When I come home late at night Don't ask me where I've been Just count your stars I'm home again
(feat. Rampage the Last Boy Scout)
[Busta Rhymes]
UHHHH!! You don't know what we doin right here!
[Intro/Chorus One: repeat 2X]
One two three we gon' turn it out
And make you rock to the beat and then scream and shout
We gonna hit you with the shit we got here
We gonna blow your miiiinnnd (blow your miiiinnnd)
Keep it movin like this, keep it movin like that
If I die, I'ma only come back
Yo, I'm saying if you think that you can step to me wrong
Don't even waste your tiiiimmme (waste your tiiiimmme)
[Chorus Two:]
You niggaz talk shit then abandon ship
Niggaz talk shit then they abandon ship
Niggaz talk shit, then they abandon ship
Niggaz talk shit then they abandon ship
[Verse One: Rampage the Last Boy Scout, Busta Rhymes]
I 8Off like the Assassin, now I'm blastin I'm takin over
Stick you for your blue Range Rover
I told ya, Rampage a real live soldier
Been in the game, sinc the age of thirteen
A microphone fiend, so I'm goin to see my P.O.
It's August the 1st, so I guess I'm a Leo
My P.O., look like Vanessa Del Rio
She pulled my rap sheet,
The Excited Southerner Proposes To A Woman lyrics
[Setting: A restaurant with music playing in the background] "And now the Excited Southerner proposes to a girl." [Girl:] "You wanted to ask me something?" [Excited Southerner:] "Yes, I did. I - first of all I just wanted to say that you're -- very pretty girl, and I, I -- hoo -- you'the -- we've known each other for so long now, and-uh, it's about time that the two of us -- we're both getting older right now, and-uh, and I don't want to die alone, I -- tell you that much -- hoo -- getting ahead of myself -- got ta slow down, hoo-hoo, concentr
just like, Neo Geo[Setting: A restaurant with music playing in the background] "And now the Excited Southerner proposes to a girl." [Girl:] "You wanted to ask me something?" [Excited Southerner:] "Yes, I did. I - first of all I just wanted to say that you're -- very pretty girl, and I, I -- hoo -- you'the -- we've known each other for so long now, and-uh, it's about time that the two of us -- we're both getting older right now, and-uh, and I don't want to die alone, I -- tell you that much -- hoo -- getting ahead of myself -- got ta slow down, hoo-hoo, concentr
Hahahaaa! I always roam through the forest
Just like a brontosaurus, born in the month of May
so my sign is Taurus, kick you in your face
like my fuckin name was Chuck Norris, make you sing my chorus
Rock to the beat and then, turn into a walrus
You remain nameless, my victory remains flawless
Acting like you wild, but I know you really harmless
While your time is coming, I make the fat shit regardless
Many niggaz wanna know when the Ramp return
Yo I'm gettin phone calls from that nigga Howard Stern
He wants to know about my Flip Mode click
The way we get down and BUST NIGGAZ SHIT
LP after LP, we make G's
I run up in your ganks den take you for your keys
I'm not lying or joking, you get broken
Dead in Flatbush, back to Roanoake and...
People always askin me, how your shit be sellin
For makin shit guaranteed to bust your fuckin melon
Police throwed me up on charges like I was a felon
There was no tellin, when I was strikin had you swellin
Cruisin in my Lands, watch the police how they be gellin
Lock you up for days and got a nigga ass smellin
Yo FUCK THAT! You best believe there ain't no time for dwell
Armenian Persecution lyrics
all i can think about is revenge the slaughhter inside my head never ends and to all who deny this sin baba eed janed cach-men ethnic genocide on million died cries went unheard in 1915 no one remembers, no one believes some turks deny, but they fucking lie america knew, but as usual they just stood by and listened to the cries ?why interfere? There`s no money here who are the armenians...fucking cares if they`re alive who cares if they sucking suvive.? forced in the desert and into sandy graves children were murdered while their mothers were raped babies were thrown in the air and im
nall i can think about is revenge the slaughhter inside my head never ends and to all who deny this sin baba eed janed cach-men ethnic genocide on million died cries went unheard in 1915 no one remembers, no one believes some turks deny, but they fucking lie america knew, but as usual they just stood by and listened to the cries ?why interfere? There`s no money here who are the armenians...fucking cares if they`re alive who cares if they sucking suvive.? forced in the desert and into sandy graves children were murdered while their mothers were raped babies were thrown in the air and im
If you ain't makin noise you need to kill the fuckin yellin
[Chorus One]
[Chorus Two]
[Verse Two: Rampage, Busta]
Yo, yo, yo I run up in your set like a New York city...
I can't slip, I beat you down with my vice grip
Your lost, that means you way off course
No remorse, I'm gettin five in The Source
I be saddleback biting motherfuckers like a horse
Turn and toss, niggaz all up in my applesauce
Watch me reinforce, my shit feel good like intercourse
Ever since I was a shorty rockin Hugo Boss
Aiyyo bust it Bust (why) you just made my day
If you didn't put me on I'd be locked like O.J.
Now I'm writin rhymes hittin shorties everyday
In the full runnin drinkin ice Tanqueray
I don't eat pork I take a fish fellet
Now I'm knockin out niggaz from .. to .. touche!
Now I'm goin back around the way
I'm rippin shit, like my name was Marvin Gaye
Yo, now I'm back with more Bionic like my name was Colt Seavers
Got you niggaz open like a bunch of wide receivers
Time is on the meter, go clean your act up in the cleaners
Chickenhead, give me some of your chicken fajitas
Yo I beg your pardon, I wr
Famous lyrics
I will be famous one day The people screaming my name I will be famous one day Your gonna know my face I'm gonna rock your world And you won't think about her Hot, so hot Yeah I'm hot, so hot Scream for me, scream for me Scream for me, dream of me Scream for me, scream for me Scream, scream, and scream whoa I'm gonna be a star My voice will leave a scar I'm gonna be a star Fulfill you lonely heart Hot, so hot Yeah I'm hot, so hot Scream for me, scream for me Scream for me, dream of me Scream for me, scream
te my rhymes way past the marginsI will be famous one day The people screaming my name I will be famous one day Your gonna know my face I'm gonna rock your world And you won't think about her Hot, so hot Yeah I'm hot, so hot Scream for me, scream for me Scream for me, dream of me Scream for me, scream for me Scream, scream, and scream whoa I'm gonna be a star My voice will leave a scar I'm gonna be a star Fulfill you lonely heart Hot, so hot Yeah I'm hot, so hot Scream for me, scream for me Scream for me, dream of me Scream for me, scream
Squeeze the Charmin, peace to one million men marchin
When you talk shit you really don't know what you startin
Now your shit is done like a fuckin empty milk carton
It's on for the nine-six, mad shows at the Ritz
Now we got you open like Fixx
Stickin to your stomach like Quaker Oat Grits
Fisherman hat with my brand new kicks
On the low, I still rock my Girbauds
See the show, I got my nickel plated fo'-fo'
All my rough niggaz open the do'
Cause Boy Scout brings the ruckus and I'm still hardco'
Yo, when I walk streets you know my blade's a little sharper
Fuck Peter Parker, I cross you like a magic marker
Everytime I hit I always hit a little harder
Blazing to the point where niggaz look a little darker
Catching suntans from my music, fans understand
Making fat shit, I always love to lend a helping hand
Organized rhyme unit like the Poison Clan
While your ride is busted, I be your luxury Sedan
Number one nigga in the chain of command
Breakin fool in school like my nigga Geechie Dan
Aiyyyyyo, I see intruders on my scan
Singin at your funeral like Bobby Bluebland
[Chorus One]