Busta Rhymes lyrics
Busta Rhymes lyrics
"Match The Name With The Voice lyrics"
Dancing Machine lyrics
Dancing, dancing, dancing She?s a dancing machine Ah babe Move it baby Automatic Systematic Full of color self contained Tuned and chaneled to your vibes Captivating Stimulating She such a sexy lady Built with space age design Shes moving grooving dancing to the music stop now yea Rythmetic acrobatic She a dynamite attraction at the drop of a coin she comes alive now She knows what she
Dancing, dancing, dancing She?s a dancing machine Ah babe Move it baby Automatic Systematic Full of color self contained Tuned and chaneled to your vibes Captivating Stimulating She such a sexy lady Built with space age design Shes moving grooving dancing to the music stop now yea Rythmetic acrobatic She a dynamite attraction at the drop of a coin she comes alive now She knows what she
[Busta Rhymes Talking]
Greatness, yeah, yeah
Aiiyo, turn the beat up a little bit louder
Truck Volume
[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We bout to play a lil' game, match the name with the voice
So when you pick your favorite emcee you makin' the right choice
SO WHO ARE YOU?
[Baby Sham]
Baby Sham, I'm known for the crud
First night pops off with a couple of slugs
[Busta Rhymes]
AND HOW YOU DOIN'?
[Baby Shaman]
You see what I'm workin' wit, it's beyond rap
Stick to the fact, that chapped lips get convexed
Palm that, look where the arm's at, nigga need to launch that
Now tell me what the problem be, is that I'm scorching dem
To flood these streets, hot not partially, cock back the toast
Hey you could be mineDoes it hurt babyLay it on the lineJealousy burns yeahDon't hide your fascinationIf won't change the way you feel ChorusCome on tough, come on nastyCome on babe it's a free rideSay you will come on catch meCome on babe we got all nightYou know what I wantWhat I need so make it bleedFire all your gunsShoot at meCut my hea
[Busta Rhymes]
SO WHO ARE YOU?
[Rah Digga]
The illest broad Digga, reppin' Brick City
If I'm lying may the Lord come strike my left tittie
[Busta Rhymes]
AND HOW YOU DOIN'?
[Rah Digga]
Undisputed metaphor rap queen, always cookin' up some shit
Like mom's a crack fiend, so what's the word
Strike a nerve when I'm speakin'
Any emcee whether black or white, or Puertorriquen
I'm the big dog, you just a cat stuck in a tree
Not one of y'all cocksuckers fuckin' wit me
[Hook (Busta Rhymes)]
SO WHO ARE WE? (Flipmode)
Got you gaspin' for air, hot shit muthafuckas
Throw your hands in the air
WATCH HOW WE DO IT
How we rep and yo w
H.i.v. lyrics
He?s crawling thru your blood, he?s comin? thru your cells... when you don?t protect yourself, he strikes you Do you know who he is? It?s the H.I.V. Here we go, check it out! Running thru your blood, intervening thru your cells,I be your worst nightmare, so you can go and tell,my duty is to take you off this earth, since your birth,let me tell you how I go to work and how it hurts In
e solemnly swearHe?s crawling thru your blood, he?s comin? thru your cells... when you don?t protect yourself, he strikes you Do you know who he is? It?s the H.I.V. Here we go, check it out! Running thru your blood, intervening thru your cells,I be your worst nightmare, so you can go and tell,my duty is to take you off this earth, since your birth,let me tell you how I go to work and how it hurts In
To put it down until it's over and our time is up here
SO WHO ARE YOU?
[Rampage]
Rampage, new tenant, pack big still
Fuck what ya heard, I'm ready to kill
[Busta Rhymes]
AND HOW YOU DOIN'?
[Rampage]
Day criminal, street thug material
Flipmode Imperial, top breakin' officer
Fuck around we warnin' ya, 21 gun salute
6 official conrads, ain't afraid to shoot
Niggas see us, we got them shakin' in they boots
Flipmode, the streets, bigger than Bayroots
[Busta Rhymes]
SO WHO ARE YOU?
[Spliff Starr]
Yeah, Spliff Starr, cunt-crusher, gun-busta
Hard-to-toucha, one bad muthafucka
[Busta Rhymes]
AND HOW YOU DOIN'?
[Spliff Starr]
Gangsta bitch, deadly
It's All About The Information lyrics
The world isn't run by weapons anymore or energy or money It's run by little ones and zeros - little bits of data, it's all just electronics There is a world war out there and it's not about who's got the most bullets It's about who controlls the information, what we see or hear, how we work, what we think IT'S ALL ABOUT THE INFORMATION!
like cancerousThe world isn't run by weapons anymore or energy or money It's run by little ones and zeros - little bits of data, it's all just electronics There is a world war out there and it's not about who's got the most bullets It's about who controlls the information, what we see or hear, how we work, what we think IT'S ALL ABOUT THE INFORMATION!
I bring it where your parents live, show you what your status is
Steam-boil your cabbages, I can't take y'all nigaz faggotness
You about to die, show him where his casket is
You wanted beans, I had your hood under siege
Guns get squeezed, and bullets hit your knees
[Busta Rhymes]
SO WHO ARE YOU?
Bus-A-Bus now, somethin' fo' sho'
Keep 'em whilin' till somebody's left a leak on the flo'
AND HOW YOU DOIN'?
We've been awaitin' the God, to make an undernovel entry
Controllin' everything in the yard
Rugged like General Custard it seems
How we crush grapefruit, niggaz, and make a mustard out of your team
You know we hotter than the 4th of July
So sit back and watch the fireworks show light up my name the sky
[Hook]