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Busta rhymes - freestyle Lyricsby Funkmaster Flex Buy album CD: Other Songs 1 - W f/ Busta Rhymes (and Rampage) (Busta Rhymes) Yes y'all, in the parTY I be Busta Rhymes y'all And my nigga Ramp, The Last Boy Scout Showin you what we talkin bout, HAAAH! Feel me out, listen to what I say Listen to what I talk Listen to how we walk Hey, check it out, listen to what I do Yo bust it out, yo, what, hey yo yo yo And Busta Rhymes coming in live Some of you niggaz had me knock shit down for nine-five [I'm ready to set it nigga] Yeah yeah yeah [Check it out check it out] (Rampage) I told you last year that I burned you in a flame Now this year, I'm wreckin average niggaz in the game A lotta niggaz got two albums I can't explain How they maintain to keep the same migraines I can't help it if my brain is supersonic The way I play the game you think I'm smoked by the chronic It's the Boy Scout, stand for LBS from East to West I'm still gonna bring it to your chest My throat'll recoil as I bounce the ball, I can never fall Now I got you open like the mall With Funkmaster Flex boom bangin in your projects To my niggaz in the Lands, Beemers, to the Lex Now Busta Rhymes, what you wanna do Represent for the motherfuckin Flip Mode crew (Busta Rhymes) Aiyyo-y'awwwwl, one more time I come Knucklehead flow that make you act real dumb Yo, I burn your food like Florence Run up in your crib like my name was search warrants Shut your mouth nigga don't you complain Fix you up, mix you cut like pro-caine Ooooh, I be insane to your brain Right on your subconcious I leave my shit stain I be the mostest with rhyme overdoses Hot stepping over shit like Ini Kamoze's Sick lyrics like multiple sclerosis Focus while I display flows ferocious Weak niggaz just fall, keep tumbling Distribute lyrics like I'm hand to hand herb hustling Hardcore like Quick Draw McGraw Fuck what you heard you ain't heard this before Yo, everything remains raw Outlaw nigga living right next door When I step in the place I leave damages Nuff bandages on pussy from miscarriages Yo, watch me bring the newest recipe Fuck you up quick and condemn you all with leprosy Let me hit you with flows, that come various Hahh, send you home and make you lie about your alias Ha-ha, niggaz can't see my routine When I round up my Flip Mode niggaz and get cream Hey you, you know what the fuck I mean Now I'm on the scene, stepping through like Mean Joe Green Now I'm making you feel the extreme Till I black you out then turn on my real high beam [Flex blends this into the beginning of Mobb Deep's "Give up the Goods"]
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