N.T. for real though who really got sent flown on the edge got the ledge hangin' out of the window bird chest niggas witcha (winderous fearaf?) niggas around you'll be (hemps meat) inside of a meal sack puny little bucks better hit the jake but that doesn't mean nothin to the heart within you cramped up you and your team
I'm amped up and you asses can't dib me bead my *******ne what the ****** is on your mind?
Little weakling rappers better hit the grind
Other brothers ain't motivated they can't do it
Not only did i penetrate it
I ran through it
My music comes on and we march at the dance
Inside of your mind or inside of my pants?
Musical intention that we have is vast
You sick?
Drink a Ny
Quil well i'm dead on your ass
Oh well then here comes the gellatiin
Tips on some sugars but you yap on your sellin' friends
Now your party is completely blown
Real name is
Kamal i'm in completely zone
It's rap time for you that means nap time
Preachin from my joint what the ******
I'ma clap mine
I'm not a walk at the beach a stroll in the park or your ****** playground put on your headphones tell me how grenades sound put on your walkmase and go underneath the town
Q-Tip abstract how
I gets down
Chorus:
All my ******es, dance if you know that you dam sure
Let your ******* drip on the dance floor if you wanna get down ****** that ******s that bust gats better let em in 'fore they rush that cuz they wanna get down blick *******t piano sick *******t get down chill you can get off my ****** and get down while
I really rhyme cuz
I feel I should say things
Or maybe because when they was young
They was fronted on and left alone to have they own fun
Now they've all grown up to be *******s
You swing dangling from peach trees
While I sip my
Daqaris in the south west breeze
Writing so exciting the pen it keeps
Drippin out gems that's converted to hems and then
My family is starvin?
You know they want me to win
Me forfeit ****** please get off it
Send a check in my name to my office
Mutombo in the lane yo
I toss it
Abstract comin through witness the bull*******t (Busta Rhymes) hey yo, hey yo engineer cut the ****** beat off...
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00] N.T. [ Q -Tip] for real though who really got sent flown on the edge got the ledge hangin' out of the window bird chest niggas witcha (winderous fearaf?) niggas around you'll be (hemps meat) inside of a meal sack puny little bucks better hit the jake but that doesn't mean nothin to the heart within you cramped up you and your team
[00:45.66]I'm amped up and you asses can't dib me bead my *******ne what the ****** is on your mind?
[00:50.52]Little weakling rappers better hit the grind
[00:53.07]Other brothers ain't motivated they can't do it
[00:55.38]Not only did i penetrate it
[00:56.82]I ran through it
[00:57.63]My music comes on and we march at the dance
[01:00.12]Inside of your mind or inside of my pants?
[01:02.43]Musical intention that we have is vast
[01:04.41]You sick?
[01:04.77]Drink a Ny
[01:05.31]Quil well i'm dead on your ass
[01:07.59]Oh well then here comes the gellatiin
[01:09.45]Tips on some sugars but you yap on your sellin' friends
[01:12.06]Now your party is completely blown
[01:13.89]Real name is
[01:14.52]Kamal i'm in completely zone
[01:16.92]It's rap time for you that means nap time
[01:18.84]Preachin from my joint what the ******
[01:20.28]I'ma clap mine
[01:33.75]I'm not a walk at the beach a stroll in the park or your ****** playground put on your headphones tell me how grenades sound put on your walkmase and go underneath the town
[01:42.21]Q-Tip abstract how
[01:43.71]I gets down
[01:44.13]Chorus: [Busta Rhymes]
[01:44.67]All my ******es, dance if you know that you dam sure
[01:46.47]Let your ******* drip on the dance floor if you wanna [Q-Tip] get down [Busta Rhymes] ****** that ******s that bust gats better let em in 'fore they rush that cuz they wanna [Q-Tip] get down [Busta Rhymes] blick *******t piano sick *******t [Q-Tip] get down [Busta Rhymes] chill you can get off my ****** and [Q -Tip] get down [Busta Rhymes] while
[02:12.96]I really rhyme cuz
[02:13.92]I feel I should say things
[02:17.91]Or maybe because when they was young
[02:19.59]They was fronted on and left alone to have they own fun
[02:22.41]Now they've all grown up to be *******s
[02:27.24]You swing dangling from peach trees
[02:28.98]While I sip my
[02:29.49]Daqaris in the south west breeze
[02:32.07]Writing so exciting the pen it keeps
[02:33.90]Drippin out gems that's converted to hems and then
[02:38.49]My family is starvin?
[02:39.66]You know they want me to win
[02:41.28]Me forfeit ****** please get off it
[02:43.44]Send a check in my name to my office
[02:45.72]Mutombo in the lane yo
[02:47.13]I toss it
[02:47.97]Abstract comin through witness the bull*******t (Busta Rhymes) hey yo, hey yo engineer cut the ****** beat off...
N.T. for real though who really got sent flown on the edge got the ledge hangin' out of the window bird chest niggas witcha (winderous fearaf?) niggas around you'll be (hemps meat) inside of a meal sack puny little bucks better hit the jake but that doesn't mean nothin to the heart within you cramped up you and your team
I'm amped up and you asses can't dib me bead my *******ne what the ****** is on your mind?
Little weakling rappers better hit the grind
Other brothers ain't motivated they can't do it
Not only did i penetrate it
I ran through it
My music comes on and we march at the dance
Inside of your mind or inside of my pants?
Musical intention that we have is vast
You sick?
Drink a Ny
Quil well i'm dead on your ass
Oh well then here comes the gellatiin
Tips on some sugars but you yap on your sellin' friends
Now your party is completely blown
Real name is
Kamal i'm in completely zone
It's rap time for you that means nap time
Preachin from my joint what the ******
I'ma clap mine
I'm not a walk at the beach a stroll in the park or your ****** playground put on your headphones tell me how grenades sound put on your walkmase and go underneath the town
Q-Tip abstract how
I gets down
Chorus:
All my ******es, dance if you know that you dam sure
Let your ******* drip on the dance floor if you wanna get down ****** that ******s that bust gats better let em in 'fore they rush that cuz they wanna get down blick *******t piano sick *******t get down chill you can get off my ****** and get down while
I really rhyme cuz
I feel I should say things
Or maybe because when they was young
They was fronted on and left alone to have they own fun
Now they've all grown up to be *******s
You swing dangling from peach trees
While I sip my
Daqaris in the south west breeze
Writing so exciting the pen it keeps
Drippin out gems that's converted to hems and then
My family is starvin?
You know they want me to win
Me forfeit ****** please get off it
Send a check in my name to my office
Mutombo in the lane yo
I toss it
Abstract comin through witness the bull*******t (Busta Rhymes) hey yo, hey yo engineer cut the ****** beat off...
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00] N.T. [ Q -Tip] for real though who really got sent flown on the edge got the ledge hangin' out of the window bird chest niggas witcha (winderous fearaf?) niggas around you'll be (hemps meat) inside of a meal sack puny little bucks better hit the jake but that doesn't mean nothin to the heart within you cramped up you and your team
[00:45.66]I'm amped up and you asses can't dib me bead my *******ne what the ****** is on your mind?
[00:50.52]Little weakling rappers better hit the grind
[00:53.07]Other brothers ain't motivated they can't do it
[00:55.38]Not only did i penetrate it
[00:56.82]I ran through it
[00:57.63]My music comes on and we march at the dance
[01:00.12]Inside of your mind or inside of my pants?
[01:02.43]Musical intention that we have is vast
[01:04.41]You sick?
[01:04.77]Drink a Ny
[01:05.31]Quil well i'm dead on your ass
[01:07.59]Oh well then here comes the gellatiin
[01:09.45]Tips on some sugars but you yap on your sellin' friends
[01:12.06]Now your party is completely blown
[01:13.89]Real name is
[01:14.52]Kamal i'm in completely zone
[01:16.92]It's rap time for you that means nap time
[01:18.84]Preachin from my joint what the ******
[01:20.28]I'ma clap mine
[01:33.75]I'm not a walk at the beach a stroll in the park or your ****** playground put on your headphones tell me how grenades sound put on your walkmase and go underneath the town
[01:42.21]Q-Tip abstract how
[01:43.71]I gets down
[01:44.13]Chorus: [Busta Rhymes]
[01:44.67]All my ******es, dance if you know that you dam sure
[01:46.47]Let your ******* drip on the dance floor if you wanna [Q-Tip] get down [Busta Rhymes] ****** that ******s that bust gats better let em in 'fore they rush that cuz they wanna [Q-Tip] get down [Busta Rhymes] blick *******t piano sick *******t [Q-Tip] get down [Busta Rhymes] chill you can get off my ****** and [Q -Tip] get down [Busta Rhymes] while
[02:12.96]I really rhyme cuz
[02:13.92]I feel I should say things
[02:17.91]Or maybe because when they was young
[02:19.59]They was fronted on and left alone to have they own fun
[02:22.41]Now they've all grown up to be *******s
[02:27.24]You swing dangling from peach trees
[02:28.98]While I sip my
[02:29.49]Daqaris in the south west breeze
[02:32.07]Writing so exciting the pen it keeps
[02:33.90]Drippin out gems that's converted to hems and then
[02:38.49]My family is starvin?
[02:39.66]You know they want me to win
[02:41.28]Me forfeit ****** please get off it
[02:43.44]Send a check in my name to my office
[02:45.72]Mutombo in the lane yo
[02:47.13]I toss it
[02:47.97]Abstract comin through witness the bull*******t (Busta Rhymes) hey yo, hey yo engineer cut the ****** beat off...
(feat. Marsha (Floetry))
Ai-ya-ya -yio...
Busta Rhymes ya gotsa be the sure shot
Flipmode ya gotsa be the sure shot
Aftermath ya gotsa be the sure s...
Say ho, everybody say ho
By the way yo
I said take it slow like way back in the day-yo
By the way yo, everybody say ho
Everybody say hooooo- hooo
Ever...
Aiyyo I'm hard to talk to, if you live I probably thought you stalked you
where you walked to at night, caught you then tried to extort you
New York *...
Tap out, tap out
UFC, knock a mother****er lights out
UFC, stomp a bitch lights out
Match worth a couple million, pull your racks out
Tap out, tap out...
Holla -Busta Rhymes （斯塔·瑞恩）
Written by ：T.Smith /Andre R.Young /Mike Elizondo /Camara Kambon
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